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The old woman ordered Shaweng to take action.

This couple, who have lived for nearly a thousand years, have always been a wife and husband. According to Nancy Xixi's words, this is not fear of his wife, but respect.

Therefore, fate can last for a long time, and finally we will meet our grandson to get married and start a business.

With this joy and hope, Shawn took action with ease.

His figure disappeared and then reappeared.

He disappeared from the spot and was now in front of the black-robed Chongyang. No one saw how he took action, and then Chongyang was pinched by his five fingers and raised it.

The hood slid off, revealing its pale face.

Chongyang's face was not bloody at all. I don't know if it was because of the lack of sunlight for years or other reasons. His dead eyes stared at the bottomless eyes of the Emperor Alliance's guardian Nancy.

At this moment, the new leader of the Demon Sect had no power to resist, just like a humble and insignificant ant, who could be slaughtered.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Beside him was Luo Changfeng, a comrade in the realm of transformation and the Qingyi Sophist who was ranked among the ten days of saints.

Although this Qingyi was not a saint, he often accompanied the saint. Regardless of his age, experience and cultivation, or his understanding of the realm of divine attraction, Yuan Tiangang was far above the two.

Therefore, when the Double Ninth Festival life was lingering and Luo Changfeng was regretting that he had come out of his sword, Yuan Tiangang had already responded.

The magic weapon was seized from the fifth family's masters who had not used the floating seal and the warning star, the world's bell, and the glazed tower, and other magic weapons confiscated from the masters of the fifth family. This master of Yizi Sect, known as sophistry, waved his fists and used Xingzi disciples to be the most direct.

Smash it out in a way.

It looks like a reckless man in the world.

Yuan Tiangang is obviously not an ordinary reckless man, so his fists naturally cannot be judged by common sense.

With the ultimate cultivation of the Ten Days of Saint's Saint and the thunder and lightning power given by the Creation Hunyuan Pearl, even a saint in the Divine Realm needs to be careful.

Because even if this punch cannot pose a threat to the life of the saint, it is always bad to be injured. Especially for an old man like Shaunnn Xixi, the result of injury is tantamount to losing decades or even longer life span for no reason.

The old man, who thought about sharing the white hair with the old woman, the blue sky and the bright moon, was obviously unwilling to accept this style of fighting.

So he leaned out his hand behind him and fisted with his palm.

The broken wilderness sounded dull and ripples like storm spread out, sweeping across the earth.

The collision between the saint and the saint was expected.

The Demon Sect's Green-Yi Sophistry Yuan Tiangang was shocked hundreds of steps away, and two deep seals were drawn under his feet.

The dust in the traces is charred and the blood and energy in the inner palace is surging.

Yuan Tiangang's face turned red.

He was not discouraged.

Because he knew very well that the difference between the realm of the transformation tribulation and the divine induction was not something that could be measured by one move.

So from the beginning, his purpose was to delay. Even if it was just a flash of lightning and thunder, he believed that it was enough for Luo Changfeng, and enough for the new Taoist master of the academy to find the opportunity to draw his sword.

In fact, Luo Changfeng did.

The world-famous city lord of Fengxue Yin City was not stingy and produced seven swords in a row.

In the ten years when there was no saint in the world, Luo Changfeng was in the city of Fengxue and Silver, and his achievements in swords and swords were no less than anyone else.

If you have a sword in your heart, you will be a sword in your hand.

If you have a knife in your heart, you will have a knife in your hand.

His sword can use sword techniques, and his sword can also use sword techniques, regardless of shape, without limitation.

Just like now, he used seven swords in a row, not just a simple seven-style sword move, but three swords and four swords.

The first sword is called Fengfu, which is a gesture of the seventeen swords I learned back then. Over the years, the power of the realm is naturally different. The one that cuts from bottom to top is Sha Weng's arm holding the Double Ninth Festival.

The second sword is called Beixue, and I understand the Nanlou Yue from Beixue Villa. This move is made with sharpening. When Sha Weng was forced to let go of his palm, the heavy snow was as cold as thousands of horses and troops rushed towards him in an instant.

Nancy, who was forced to retreat twice in a row, was forced to retreat.

Luo Changfeng's third sword follows like a shadow.

This sword was named Huangfu. Yes, it was Huangfu of Huangfu Yi. It was like the guardian sword of the academy, meaning a guardian sword. It was straightforward, bold and decisive.

Nancy Xixi, who was unwilling to exchange her life for injuries, dodged two consecutive swords. For him, it was not a pity to let the Demon Sect Chongyang save half of his life.

Because he freed up a hand.

The realm of divine inducing is different from the realm of transforming disasters. As a saint, he does not need to wait for an opportunity to act, because no matter when and where, as long as he takes action, it is the best time.

Shawang raised his fingers and clamped the tip of the sword in front of him who was chasing him.

With a little force, the tip of the sword broke.

With a bent finger, the tip of the sword turned back, carrying the heavy snow and coldness of Luo Changfeng.

The tip of the sword in his pupils quickly magnified, and the sword intent was dazzling and cold.

Luo Changfeng was not afraid of the cold, but was shocked at the speed of the sword tip and even smelled a strong danger.

The distance between him and Shawennn Xixi was only three feet long. This distance faced the first attack of the saint of the Divine Realm, which made him feel helpless.

The chopping board fish and meat are slaughtered.

He believed that the Double Ninth Festival must have had this feeling just now. If the saint is stared at by the saint, it will be difficult to fly.

So Luo Changfeng gave up the idea of ​​avoiding his edge for a while, and the sword intent that had been practicing magical skills in the past ten years suddenly exploded, covering the wilderness, forming an invisible sword wall of ten miles.

Ten Mile Sword Forbidden.

Inside the sword wall, everything was silent.

So dust and smoke floated in the air, so the gravel stopped.

The sword tip, which was terrifyingly fast, was less than half a finger wide from the center of the eyebrows, and finally hovered and then fell.

However, before Luo Changfeng could slacken, a silver light suddenly appeared inside the sword wall.

The silver light was only about an inch long, but it dragged out the meteor-like light tail because it wandered around in the gray sword forbidden space at an incredible speed, causing lines that looked like beginningless and endless, unrestrained,

Restricted, unpredictable trajectory.

Luo Changfeng knew very well what this light as thin as a gossip was. The eighteenth level of purgatory was destroyed by the cutting of this thread. Therefore, when he first saw that the silver light was approaching, he swung four swords in a row, and was extremely fast.

The sword body touched the tip of the needle, and the body was constantly bursting with flames and stars.

In the end, he was slow.

After three swords and four swords, the silver light circled into Luo Changfeng's blind spot in a tricky arc, and hundreds of rays of light were entangled in the breath, binding Luo Changfeng into it.

The light tightly gathered, and the feeling of being cut off by thousands of swords spread throughout the body. Luo Changfeng's mind was instantly filled with the fear of death.

He felt that his body was relieved.

It was not a big piece of paper, but was cut into thousands by hundreds of rays of light, like the eighteen-layer purgatory ruins lying in the wilderness.

Breathing stopped, and his eyes were pitch black.

Am I going to die?

Luo Changfeng asked himself.

No one can give him an answer, perhaps the stop breathing is the best answer.

But why is the heart still beating?

Luo Changfeng clearly felt his heart beating, and it became more and more violent, as if he was shaking in his ears.

He didn't have time to think about it, but he saw the light.

Pureness, holyness, represents the light of hope.

Countless rays of light.

Countless rays of light shone out from his limbs and bones, from every inch of his body's skin, piercing through the dark ten-mile sword forbidden area, and even piercing through the sky under the top of the black clouds, illuminating the wilderness.

A lotus floats out of the body.

Wherever the light shines, hundreds of lines wrapped around the body melt.