Master Zhiwen's protective energy immediately reversed the shock again, but Elder Panshi suddenly felt happy, because the recoil this time was no longer as strong and powerful as before!

"I'm the defender, you're the attack!"

The masters fought, how could this detail be hidden from the elder of the mountain? The elder of the mountain immediately roared and attacked Master Zhiwen again with the elder of the Panshi. The elder of the Panshi's God and Ghost No Foresight Attack Unparalleled, and the elder of the Mountain Mountain's Cangyan Brutal War Body's defense ability was the best in the entire Northern Region. With the cooperation between the two, even Master Zhiwen was a little difficult to achieve success for a while.

The surrounding soldiers did not retreat either. They surrounded them like an ant colony. Once the two elders were forced to retreat at the same time by Master Zhiwen, they would rush forward, with the purpose of not giving Master Zhiwen a chance to breathe. This is to use manpower to grind them to death!

Seven Xuanyang sword energy wandered beside Master Zhiwen. As the sword seal changed, one of the Xuanyang sword energy suddenly shot out, and the battles in the enemy group of enemies were only dissolved. A bloody road was paved wherever he passed. However, before Master Zhiwen could breathe, the gap he had just cut was filled with the lifeless snatching the barbarian warriors. They rushed up with their teeth and claws, their eyes full of ferocious eyes, like evil ghosts even if they knew they were going to die, they would pounce on them and bite off a piece of flesh and blood!

Wulu is a military army with iron blood, but he respects the soldiers who are killed very much and will give their families a lot of compensation. At this moment, these soldiers will definitely be punished unbearable after returning. Since this is the case, it is better to let go and try hard!

Master Zhiwen's chest was like a fire, almost unable to breathe, but it was surrounded by sword mountains and sword forests, and there was no time for him to breathe. After killing several people again, Master Zhiwen's heart was slightly relieved. Suddenly, he felt a burst of burning pain in his heart. With the irrepressible burning heat, Master Zhiwen's mouth finally overflowed with the first wisp of blood!

Elder Panshi looked ecstatic! He took advantage of Master Zhiwen's relaxation and hit Master Zhiwen's back with a heavy hammer! The previous hard feeling of being hit by a rock was gone, and the recoil of the protective energy could not resist his attack as soon as possible. The internal energy of the God and Ghost Wuxiang Jue broke into Master Zhiwen's body for the first time, and suddenly exploded under the deliberate guidance of Elder Panshi!

This is the first time Master Zhiwen was injured, but there is a second time when he has the first time!

"Try harder!"

The elder of the mountain also showed joy on his face. He laughed loudly. After the internal strength was poured into the iron fist, he was no less than the heavy hammer of the elder of the rock. He saw the fist shadows in the sky smashing down at Master Zhiwen, and each of the hundreds of fist shadows was a real move!

Master Zhiwen took a deep breath, but the hot temperature in his chest did not relieve the slightest. With one move, another Xuanyang sword energy swung out, just like a red soldering iron falling into the vast white snow. The fist shadows in the sky melted most of the ice and snow under the bright Xuanyang sword energy.

Just as Master Zhiwen was about to turn around and continue to deal with the attack that came from Elder Panshi, the Xuanyang sword energy on his head suddenly flashed, and it flickered and violently, and then turned into light and collapsed, like fireworks dissipated.

The elder of Shanyue grabbed the Xuanyang sword energy with his only right palm, and crushed it with his unparalleled powerful flesh! Although the Xuanyang sword energy cut a deep bone-visible sword mark on the palm of the elder of Shanyue, the elder of Shanyue didn't care at all, and he burst out the iron fist again while laughing!

At the same time, Elder Panshi suddenly came to kill him!

The unexpected disintegration of Xuanyang's sword energy immediately triggered the backlash of internal strength. Master Zhiwen's face suddenly turned pale, but at this moment he was about to suppress it. The rioting true energy in his body had become a luxury for Master Zhiwen. Looking at the elders of the mountain and elders of the rocks who were getting closer and closer, Master Zhiwen suddenly realized that the army of encampments continued to surge behind them but could not be killed and killed.

The cause and effect that I have been pursuing for so many years may be over today.

Master Zhiwen suddenly burst into laughter, like a king ruled the world. The generous and heroic aura in his laughter was raging in all directions. As the laughter became more and more wild, a pure yang aura rose from Master Zhiwen, like a giant pillar standing proudly between the sky, dyeing the entire battlefield into a gorgeous golden red!

There are golden red fire clouds above the head, and golden Mars are everywhere under the feet. At this moment, the world seems to have turned into a huge golden furnace, and Master Zhiwen is the fire of this huge furnace!

An unparalleled sword intent suddenly penetrated the world. It was the full bloom of Master Zhiwen's decades of cultivation. The boundless golden storm was dazzling. It circled around the giant pillar of the sky-high-rise on Master Zhiwen's top and finally gathered at the top of the giant pillar of the sky-high-rise, turning into a dazzling golden wheel!

Master Zhiwen, who had already raised his fighting spirit to the peak, whistled to the sky, and his voice turned into a rolling wave of heat and swept across all directions. No matter where he could hear his passionate angrily shout!

"Young Emperor Duan of Yi Jian! Today we will cut off the cause and effect!"

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"The Young Emperor Duan of the Yi Jian, the Young Emperor Duan of the Yi Jian of the Four Swords in the World!"

"Isn't he a monk? How could he be the Sword Emperor!"

"The Sword Emperor is coming again, the Sword Emperor is coming again!"

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Duan Yifei and Ling Feixian, who were racing in the distance, also saw the changes ahead. The dazzling golden wheel, the giant pillars that stood proudly between the sky and the earth, and the majestic and wanton sword energy burst out endlessly.

The scene was very similar to a name they had known since childhood.

"Young Emperor Duan of Yi Jian, today we will cut off the cause and effect!"

This sentence whizzed past the two of them, but it was like a thunder blew in Duan Yifei's mind, making him stunned for a moment!

Among the four swords in the world, there is the Ren Jian Yan Zhendao, the Tian Jian Dongfang Que, and the Xue Jian Nalantuo, but only the Yi Jian rarely appears in the world. People only know that he stands proudly in the forest of swords with the other three swords, and only know that his name is Feihuang, but no one knows his surname.

It turns out that the full name of Yi Jian is Duan Feihuang. It turns out that Master Zhiwen is Duan Shaohuang, one of the four swords in the world!

But Duan Yifei's surprise is not here, but

His surname is Duan!

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Twenty-three years ago, Shenxiao was behind Tianmen.

"Mom~Dear, what kind of person is my father?" The young Duan Yifei hugged her mother's long skirt, full of anticipation and persistence.

Dan Tai Luan squatted down, raised his pink lotus jade, arms, and slender jade, fingers across Duan Yifei's straight sword eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and his eyebrows were raised in a slight curve, and even the corner of his mouth was filled with a smile: "Father, like you, has such a pair of sword eyebrows. He is the most heroic swordsman in the world. Even Ren Jian Yan Zhendao will one day be defeated by your father!"

Thoughts flew, Dan Tai Luan straightened up and looked at the mountains in the distance: "He is the Emperor of Swords. From now on, whenever you see a dazzling golden light suddenly appearing in the distance, dyeing the sky with a golden red color, then your father will come to pick us up the mountain."

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Could it be...

Duan Yifei took several steps back, and he was stunned when he heard Master Zhiwen's long roar. A quick-eyed and fast-handed soldier flashed in his eyes, gritted his teeth and grabbed the knife and slaughtered him. A sword light flashed across his mind and suddenly he frozen into an ice sculpture on the spot, and then burst open with a bang.

Ling Feixian killed this person and quickly retreated to Duan Yifei. The sword in her hand drew an arc around the two of them, and an ice wall was erected around to block everyone!

"Senior Brother, wake up!" Ling Feixian's words contained the true energy of the Xuanbing Saint Master's Technique, and immediately pulled Duan Yifei's thoughts back to the battlefield. "No matter what, I will accompany you!"

Although Ling Feixian didn't know what happened, Duan Yifei had ever been so despairing like she was now. She immediately pulled Duan Yifei up and soared into the sky, thinking about the golden place in the distance! The ice wall behind her suddenly exploded after the two left, and countless sharp and tiny ice edges sprinkled to all sides like deadly hidden weapons!

Duan Yifei had returned to normal at this time, but there was only a coldness in his eyes, as if it had turned into ice for thousands of years, which was a hint of warmth when he looked at Ling Feixian. Duan Yifei just wanted to arrive at the battlefield where Master Zhiwen was located as soon as possible, so his actions became extremely cruel. Who would have turned into a sickle of death in his hands? There was a sea of ​​corpses and blood, leaving behind glaciers to freeze and shatter everything.

A figure bathed in the bright golden light reflected in his eyes, so familiar but so strange.
Chapter completed!