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The three words Huangfu Yi are not unfamiliar names to the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong.

Just as people know the name of Liancheng Jue, before Luo Changfeng appeared, he was the only disciple of the Bodhi Academy who inherited the mantle of Wuxiang Daozong in the past. The Tianji Pavilion commented on Di Wulei and Liancheng Jue as famous as Emperor Wulei.

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It can be said that it is well-known.

It was just that the academy was destroyed ten years ago and Huangfu Yi died in battle was a fact that the Twelve Stars of Jingtian saw with their own eyes, but why did it appear here today?

Jun Zeyu and Mulang Xiejun and his brothers were deeply surprised and suspicious.

Looking at his appearance, he had a red hair and a sword. He clearly had a few encounters with Liaoyuan Sword Willow Burning the Sky. When did he become Huangfu Yi? What happened between the two of them? Could it be that the elder brother had mistakenly recognized someone?

The Liancheng Jue will naturally not make any mistakes in identifying people.

As a contemporary figure who commented on Tianji Pavilion as famous as himself, not to mention Huangfu Yi, the young master of the Emperor League, Di Wuxie, the demon clan, or the Buddhist thought that is hard to see, he is very familiar with it. It is said that he knows himself and the other person.

It is impossible to defeat a hundred battles. This understanding may be his own homework. But no matter what, he will never be able to distinguish the difference between Huangfu Yi and Liu Shaotian.

What's more, Huangfu Yi has already made accusation of this call.

"I'm going to take him away."

The senior brother, who was holding a butcher's knife in his hand, looked at Lianchengjue, who had a semi-saint in his cultivation, and explained his purpose indifferently and calmly.

His words were extremely straightforward, and he was as proud as ever.

He wanted to take Luo Changfeng away, no matter whoever has any opinions from the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong, he could not stop him.

Because this is not asking for consent.

He does not need to ask anyone for consent.

Lianchengjue, whose body was covered by golden light, was silent for a moment. He looked at the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng, who was seriously injured on the lotus, who was seriously injured in Tiandong and seriously injured in Jingtian twelve stars, and looked down at the desolation and collapse of the eight hundred sects and mountains.

Have an idea already.

Lian Chengjue said: "You want to take away a demon?"

Huangfu Yi said: "He is not a devil, his name is Luo Changfeng, and he is my junior brother."

Lianchengjue found it ridiculous: "Today's holy sacrifice ceremony, he went to Tiandong to hurt the Lord of Xingchuan, destroyed countless green mountains of eight hundred sects, and humiliated my Taoist tradition. Just because he is your junior brother, Liancheng wants to leave safely?"

Huangfu Yi was too lazy to defend himself: "Or otherwise?"

Lianchengjue said: "There must be an explanation. There must be an explanation for countless disciples of the eight hundred sects, the twelve star rivers, and the people in the world."

Huangfu Yi said: "That's your explanation."

The Liancheng Jue, who has a semi-saint's cultivation level, slightly used its strength, and the reverse scale sword appeared densely with scales, as if there was a dragon-shaped sword energy lingering on it: "It's my explanation. I just don't know which one is stronger and who is stronger for more than ten years.

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Huangfu Yi looked at him silently.

His eyes were stuck on the reverse scale sword grid. As expected, the cultivation level of Liancheng Jue has increased sharply to semi-saint, which is related to the thunder light sealed in the sword grid.

Although he couldn't understand it for a while, he knew that if he didn't leave a knife, he might not be able to lead his junior brother away successfully.

Huangfu Yi was silent for a moment and said, "What do you think?"

Liancheng Jue said: "The scale is an ancient holy sword rushing out of the endless sea. Although it is not on the list of the divine weapons of the Tianji Pavilion, its power is not necessarily weaker than the top ten divine weapons."

Huangfu Yi looked down at the butcher knife in his hand, which was filled with blood and evil spirits: "If the swords and swords fight each other, they will know the difference."

Lian Chengjue smiled: "That's what you mean."

The two of them in the void stopped talking and looked at each other a hundred feet apart.

The cool breeze blows away the dust and smoke that fills the palace's green mountains among the clouds and mists, and also brushes away the worries of countless eight hundred believers in front of the temple.

Their eyes were drawn from afar. Liancheng Jue cut through the world of Doomsday Buddha Lotus with one sword and saved the inheritance of the eight hundred sects. It was still reflected in his mind. Compared with the ten star masters of the twelve stars in the Sutra, who was injured.

The senior brother of the third generation of disciples looked a little sacred at this moment. Some people even began to think deeply, and without mentioning the seniority, it seemed that the new saint's position was in the Liancheng Jue's bag.

Because he let everyone see his guardian heart and his guardian heart for the eight hundred sects inheritance.

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Like everyone else, Jun Zeyu was also looking at the eldest brother from afar.

But at this moment, his thinking was not about how to give countless believers of the eight hundred sects a satisfactory explanation. Although Luo Changfeng didn't know how to stimulate his demonic spirit and trespassed into Tiandong, another grudge and disaster could not appear with Huangfu Yi.

He was left alone, but he knew more that there were more important things waiting for his senior brother.

There are no saints in the Eight Hundred Sects in the East, and the ten masters of the Star River happened to be injured by Luo Changfeng. This is a god-given opportunity that the senior brother could not get when he ascended to the throne. He was afraid that the senior brother would fall into the trap of the eight hundred sects to restore the reputation of the eight hundred sects.

Huangfu Yi could not escape from the hard battle.

So Jun Zeyu was very anxious.

He looked at the two people who were looking at the Void and thought about it, and could not transmit the voice. All he could do was pray.

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The relative stillness and silence in the clouds lasted for only ten breaths. Just after ten breaths, Huangfu Yi and Liancheng Jue were adjusted to their peak. So at some point, they moved at the same time.

Two figures flashed out in an instant.

Then, the pleasant sound of swords and swords fighting each other sounded between heaven and earth...

The butcher's knife collides with the reverse scale.

The sound was crisp, like a gold and silver striking.

But except for a little spark, there was no energy fluctuation between Huangfu Yi and Liancheng Jue, just like an ordinary warrior fighting, and the vast Yunkong was unexpectedly calm.

In front of the temple and on the surrounding mountains, countless eyes looked up at me in surprise.

Liancheng Jue's cultivation level became a half-saint in an instant. Even if Huangfu Yi was not good, he was still a genius as famous as him. He should have the cultivation of the Venerable of the Viagra Realm. It is enough to represent the showdown between the two top-class strong men in the world of Wusheng, even if they are not destroyed.

The ability of heaven and earth to destroy the earth should not be the strange calm in front of you.

Just when everyone was puzzled, another sudden sound broke the silence between heaven and earth.

It was the sound of the void shattering.

The voice came from the feet of Huangfu Yi and Lian Chengjue, and everyone held their breath and focused.

Then, the clouds that had disappeared before the dust appeared clear suddenly appeared in countless sword lights and sword shadows. They cut open the clouds, cut open the fog, penetrated the green mountains, and shot through the forests.

They rolled up the bitter and violent sword and rain, stormed the earth, tore people's robes, causing countless believers in front of the temple to activate their cultivation to protect their bodies, exposing the twelve Star Rivers to the brink of destruction...

I don't know how long this terrible movement has continued to subside.

After the real clouds scattered and the wind was silent, the dilapidated scene was revealed everywhere, and the red scenery was revealed, and the traces of Huangfu Yi and the lotus flower were no longer seen in the depths of the sky.

No one knows the outcome between the butcher knife and the reverse scale, and no one knows how Huangfu Yi left. Even if people have many doubts in their hearts, they dare not ask rashly.

They were quite embarrassed and had to look up there silently.

There, Liancheng Jue's Golden Armored Saint Clothes are proudly independent of the sky. The figure has an endless style and an endless sacredness.

His clothes fluttered, as if he was ascending to the immortals.

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Looking at the back of the eldest brother, Jun Zeyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I think my senior brother knew it well, so he didn't get entangled with Huangfu Yi to the end, otherwise the sword would not end in a hurry.

Speaking of the hasty ending, it is actually the most perfect ending of the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony. Jun Zeyu retracted his gaze, looked at the ten Star River Lords who were sitting cross-legged on the stairs of the Holy Steps, and looked at the altar again.

An elder who was thinking about something.

He touched Mulang Xiejun and Ye Xichao's brothers beside him with his arm.

So before everyone could come back to their senses, Jun Zeyu suddenly knelt down and said with a sang: "Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

The disciples of the three generations of geniuses of the eight hundred sects beside them understood and knelt down one after another: "Welcome to the Holy Lord."

Those eight hundred sects who surrendered in advance saw the opportunity and worshipped them like a tide: "Welcome the Holy Lord..."

On the messy mountains around the temple, the iron-armored cavalry led by Su Xiaofan, Weiyang, and Wu Xiuyang, led by the King of Ming of Dongchu, followed by the sound of the sound of the iron-armored cavalry shook the world and echoed continuously.

"He Tiandong's new saint!"

"He Tiandong's new saint!"

"He Tiandong New Saint..."

The endless congratulations seemed to carry some kind of magic. The eight hundred sect leaders and senior representatives who chose their masters at the time of the Dragon Star and the Demon Star were quarreling with each other, were exaggerated by this invisible magic, and as they watched the general trend around them, they became more and more

Many people fell to the ground and greeted the new Saint of Tiandong with the most pious attitude.

There are fewer and fewer people standing in front of the temple.

The voice of the Holy Lord is becoming more and more powerful, and the sound is from far to near, and finally echoes and intertwines with the temple. Soon, the twelve star rivers, and even the peaks of the eight hundred sects were already the public opinion.

, united!

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Looking at the Liancheng Art, which was more and more golden and dazzling, the more sacred and thicker the Liancheng Art, on the holy step, knew that he was unable to turn the sky and turn the tide and rewrite the ending, Tianlongxing looked gloomy and sighed silently.

Looking back on the past ten years of struggle, it turns out that it is not just a waste of money, but a wedding dress for others. How can it not be infuriating!

And what can we do now?

The twelve stars of Jingtian who were famous all over the world were seriously injured. Not to mention that they did not have the ability to fight against Liancheng Jue, which is blessed by the power of faith, even in the next ten years, the injuries they suffered may not be healed, so how can they compete?

Capital?

The pale-faced Draco Star suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

The feeling of being invited by his disciple and nephew is really complicated to explain... Should he be proud or angry...

Tian Yaoxing was very angry.

He didn't have so much thought of self-deprecating and random thoughts. In his opinion, even if all the eight hundred sects and millions of people were worshipped under the foot of the Liancheng Jue Golden Armored Holy Clothes, the latter did not have the qualification to be a saint and succeed the Lord.

Because there is another person who may not agree.

So Tian Yaoxing snorted coldly.

At the time when the people's film saints were all saints, this short and discordant cold snorting seemed extremely harsh. So everyone raised their heads, and everyone's eyes were cast on the ashen-faced Tian Yaoxing.

Liancheng Jue, which was covered with the holy light in the void, also looked down: "Does the second uncle give me advice?"

Tian Yaoxing sneered: "Since ancient times, the king of success and defeated the enemy. As the lord of Xingchuan, the loss of this holy ceremony was convinced. But the charter was first. If my nephew wanted to ascend to the position of the lord of the Eight Hundred Sects, he would probably still have to

Ask for one person’s consent.”

Lianchengjue smiles.

His eyes moved away and fell on Jun Zeyu and other junior brothers again.

Jun Zeyu understood, so he sat cross-legged with Mulang Xiejun and other junior brothers according to the order of the Twelve Star Rivers.

In countless unbelievable sights, they actually opened the twelve thunder palace formation... and then everyone saw the true body of Lei Ze, who was respected by the Eight Hundred Sects as the venerable of the guarding mountain.

Lei Ze, who was surrounded by the power of lightning, never looked at Tian Yaoxing. He echoed the sound of chanting and knelt down: "See the Holy Lord..."

This sound of the call came into his ears, and Tian Yaoxing collapsed to the ground.