Myriad Dao Sword Venerable

First Thousand Three Hundred
“a mantis trying to stop a chariot ,overestimate one’s capabilities . ”
Old man sneer, swearing: “Subdue!”
“weng! ”
Yu Ding screamed and slammed into it, colliding with the black stick.
The existence of the black smoke immediately reversed again and again, and Yu Ding came out to wash out a wave of terrifying power, smashing the presence of black smoke, and Zhangkou was a large mouth of blood.
“dead!”
Old man expression Hey, drink a low, Yu Ding chasing, facing the silhouette of the flying out of the head.
“After all, I can only do this. In the past few decades, I have gained a lot of opportunity good fortune, but I still can’t reach their height. They dared to count Paragon 17 years ago. After 17 years, I have to fall. In an insignificant half step Paragon’s hand…”
The smoky man whispered, nowhere.
He was badly hit before, and now he is suppressed by this Yuding, and he can’t escape.
But what surprised him was that Yu Ding had already flew to the top of his head, but he was unable to oppress it, so that he could not help but give birth to a trace of surprise.
At the same time, the alien old man was also slightly condensed, and he was in doubt.
“What happened? How is this Yuding uncontrollable? What power is blocked?”
He madly urged Magic Power within the body, but found that Yu Ding seemed to be completely set in the air, no matter how he applied, he could not move the jade.
“I haven’t seen you for decades, you are still so weak, it seems that nothing grows.”
A sneak voice was introduced into the black smoke, and the Void seemed to be settled. A sturdy silhouette suddenly appeared in front of the shadow, and no one felt his appearance.
Hearing this familiar voice, the smoky person stayed for a while, then the black smoke rolled, and the demon qi converges, and a man with a strong body like Iron Pagoda emerges.
“Feng…Brother Feng?”
The ordinary man of Iron Pagoda, Zhang Lie is amazed, and now he is staring at the incredible silhouette of this fascinating silhouette, followed by a boundless surprise.
This sleek silhouette is naturally Yan Changfeng.
His face was chuckled, ignoring the alien cultivators around him, but looking at Zhang Lie: “The cultivation base has improved, and it has been promoted to the cultivation base of Life and Death Great Realm, dignified Life and Death Great Realm. Even a half-step Paragon can’t stand it.”
Said, Yan Changfeng shook his head in disdain.
Zhang Lie is dissatisfied: “Who said? If I had been seriously injured before, with his insignificant half-step Paragon, how could it be my opponent? Don’t forget, this uncle is to dominate the heavens!”
All around Those interracial cultivators heard the words of two people, could not help but twitch.
Dignified Life and Death Great Realm, even a half-step Paragon can not suppress?
What is this nonsense?
Said the opposite?
How do you say that the half-step Paragon is not as good as Life and Death Great Realm?
“A good boy!”
The half-step Life and Death Great Realm’s interracial cultivator twitched, his eyes ice-cold staring at Yan Changfeng.
“Hey, half-step life and death Great Realm’s ant only, come to this Seat before impudent, act recklessly.”
Old man coldly snorted, eye killing intent.
The young man in the rear of Yuxi also showed amazement and stared at Yan Changfeng with interest.
“Brother Feng, your dao foundation…”
Zhang Lie seems to think of something, and expression suddenly changes slightly.
Yan Changfeng knows what he wants to say and signals him not to worry.
“You are waiting for me to wait for the second time. I will clean up the flies that disturb me. I will tell you about it.”
Yan Changfeng turned and looked toward the old man, and the smile on his face had already been lifted.
“You hurt my friend.”
Yan Changfeng Qingyu.
The old man frowned, the next sudden change of color, only felt an invisible pressure, such as the tide, rushing toward him.
His pupils shrank, his hair was upside down, his eyes were full of horror, and he did not see Yan Changfeng’s movements, just watching him calmly, but letting him breathe.
“pu pass!”
He was directly pressed to sit in Void, let all directions startled, do not understand what happened.
Only the young man of the jade expression suddenly condensed, opened the gauze, walked out, staring at Yan Changfeng.
Yan Changfeng reached out and set up Yu Ding, who was set in his midair. It was like a huge mountain of Yu Ding, which quickly shrank under his photo, and then turned into a palm, and he was held in his hand.
“Injured my friend, you cut yourself.”
He took the hand of Yu Ding, not looking at the old man, just a calm opening.
The old man opened his mouth, but he couldn’t speak.
“Half-step Life and Death Great Realm, there is such a strength, Human Race has you like this person, who are you?”
The young man came out and stared at Yan Changfeng, expression a little dignified.
Yan Changfeng looked up at him.
The young man immediately changed his face and squirted in front of him. The imposing manner between the two collided.
He was forced to retreat a few steps, almost fell to the ground, watching Yan Changfeng’s eyes, more and more horrified.
“I let you talk?”
Yan Changfeng Qingyu, staring at the young man.
The young man breathed immediately and became rushed, and was forced to sit down on the ground by Yan Changfeng’s imposing manner, making him shameless, but he couldn’t dare to say a word.
Yan Changfeng’s eyes looked toward the old man: “Since you don’t want to be self-disciplined, let me personally take it.”
“But I personally shot, the consequences will be very serious, let you join, take a partner on Yellow Springs Road.”
His tone was dull, his voice fell, and people in the place changed.
“peng!”
Without warning, the body of the old man suddenly exploded and turned into a blood mist, rolling in the Void.
A blood colored sword light flew out of Yan Changfeng’s body and rushed into the blood mist, licking the tumbling blood mist.
“You…who are you?”
One sentence breaks life and death, a look at suppress and kill half-step Paragon, which makes people in the venue horrified.
The alien cultivator that had not felt the danger before, now sees the old man suddenly falling away from the fall, can not help but panic.
“Lord Wuchen, Feng Wuchen.”
Yan Changfeng A calm opening.
“What? You…you are Feng Wuchen, the Lord of the Devils? Seventeen years ago, the monster that counted Yan Ke Sir?”
“It’s you?”
“How is it possible? Have you not been abolished by the night emperor Sir? Dao Path severed, how could it still become so powerful?”
The young man was shocked and heard Yan Changfeng’s words, his eyes full of incredible.
“This is impossible, the dao foundation is broken, Dao Path is cut off, it is impossible to continue, you… how did you do it?”
He almost screamed.
This group of interracial cultivators is the people of the Qingluo!
This young man is the son of the Qingluo generation and the leader of the Qingluo younger generation.