"Bajiquan?"

Wang Teng sneered. This old man really has two tricks, but the stronger the other party, the more he likes it.

"The sword god dominates the sky, kill!"

Wang Teng shouted coldly, and a pitch-black battle knife appeared in his hand. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed hard.

He has learned this method for a long time, and now he has finally understood its essence and has a very scent of shocking world and inspiring ghosts and gods.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and the moon were gone, lightning and thunder, and the strange phenomena of wind and rain appeared.

The power of Bajiquan has become much weaker, like a little rabbit who sees an eagle, and feels trembling.

"Sword God Dominating the Sky, how is this possible?"

The elder's pupils suddenly shrank and he said in a lost voice.

The sword bar did not leave it behind back then, and it became the pain of the Immortal Palace.

Now that Wang Teng has studied, he is very surprised.

Then he was extremely annoyed, why is this kid so perverted?

He is likely to lose this attack.

Bang bang bang bang... Sure enough, the two collided, and Wang Teng's invincible sword light seemed to be able to cut the eternal universe. Mr. Zhuang's eight fist seals immediately broke and opened like a native chicken and a tile, turning into energy fragments and falling down.

Every time the fist print exploded, Mr. Zhuang felt a fierce backlash force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and took a step back.

After all the eight fist marks were blown up, he took a total of eight steps back, and he also spitted eight mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, and his breath became extremely sluggish, as if he was aged ten thousand years ago.

Wang Teng's sword light was still slashing. If he hit Zhuang Lao, he would be split in half at once and died tragically on the spot.

The elder was finally shocked and said in horror: "Don't..." He didn't want to die.

Many people are also furious. Could it be that Wang Teng wants to kill an elder on the spot?

Mr. Zhuang and him celebrated the holidays very much. If he killed Mr. Zhuang, the sect would inevitably cause great fluctuations.

When the people from the Supreme Elders' Group come forward again, Wang Teng will face huge punishment.

Buzz! In the end, Wang Teng put away his sword, which was only an inch away from Mr. Zhuang's head. If he was one ten thousandth of a second later, he would definitely be a corpse.

He kept his hand slashing forward and sneered: "Now the needle is not targeting me?"

The terrifying murderous aura on the sword is still there.

Mr. Zhuang's forehead was dripping with sweat uncontrollably, and his legs were swaying.

"I...I won't target..." Finally, he smiled bitterly and said with a red face.

Wang Teng's momentum was too terrible, and he was a little scared. If he did not surrender, he might be killed and killed in one go.

“It’s almost the same.”

Wang Teng sneered, put down his arms, and the breath in his body immediately restrained like a tide, and the sword light also dissipated.

Only then did Mr. Zhuang breathe a sigh of relief, feeling like he had saved his life from the gate of hell, and almost sat on the ground.

"Since that's the case, I'll say goodbye."

Wang Teng smiled at Lao Zhuang, put away his black sword and turned around and left.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. Today's incident was too embarrassing.

It’s really a talented person who has emerged in the world.

His era has really passed, and he can't fight this guy.

...Walking on the way down the mountain, Yan Wushuang looked at Wang Teng with his beautiful eyes from time to time.

It looks like Wang Teng has two flowers on his face.

"how?

Am I handsome?"

Wang Teng touched his nose and said with a smile.

"Bah..." Yan Wushuang spat with a red face. When did this guy get so thick-skinned? He smiled and said, "Your combat power is still so strong. It seems that I have to restrain my contempt for you before."

Wang Teng smiled hoarsely.

"We look forward to joining forces to go to the Qihua Mountains. We must perform well at that time to bring glory to our Beihua Immortal Palace."

Yan Wushuang was eager to try his luck.

The six immortal palaces compete with each other in the realm of the gods.

The Beihua Immortal Palace ranks very low among the six immortal palaces and has been ridiculed by the other five immortal palaces.

This time I met disciples from other immortal palaces during the trip to the Qihua Mountains. Maybe the disciples from the Beihua Immortal Palace will suffer a loss.

She had long wanted to teach the disciples of other immortal palaces a lesson, let them know the power of the Beihua Immortal Palace and give them a breath.

Now that I finally have a chance, I was so excited that I couldn't wait.

Wang Teng nodded, and he also heard about the embarrassing situation of Beihua Immortal Palace.

After all, he is also the closed disciple of the Lord of the Mansion. If he goes to the Qihua Mountains this time and the disciples of other immortal palaces dare to oppress them, he will not hold back.

He was also angry at the people from the other five immortal palaces.

I heard that there are too many places that bully Beihua Immortal Palace.

"Senior Brother Wang Teng, it's not good."

At this moment, an anxious voice suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.

A disciple dressed in a servitude rushed over.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Teng asked.

This is his Nangong Feng's servitude.

"Ziyue, Qiangwei, Xuan Xun, and several ladies Wu Qingcheng suddenly fell into a cave while traveling on the back mountain of Nangongfeng and disappeared."

The servant disciple said in a crying tone.

"What?"

Wang Teng was stunned. There was such a thing.

"Be careful, the mountain behind Nangongfeng is a strange place, what might be wrong."

Yan Wushuang's face changed.

There have been rumors that the back mountain behind Nangong Feng is very evil. There were once the Supreme Elders who were inexplicably attacked and seriously injured and died.

When Nangong Ling was in charge of Nangong Feng, he was very taboo about the back mountain and did not dare to step on his foot at will.

"Let's go and see!"

Wang Teng felt something was wrong in his heart and said anxiously.

He stayed in Nangong Feng for a short time, so he naturally didn't know that there was such a secret in the back mountain. He prayed in his heart that the girls would have nothing to do.

If something happens, it will be a huge pain for him.

Swish! After saying that, he used the Star Chasing Moon Step, and disappeared here instantly and turned into a stream of light.

The same is true for Yan Wushuang.

…………Room! At this moment, a black wolf smoke rolled upwards on the back mountain behind Nangong Peak, covering the sun. The breath was terrifying, as if something terrifying appeared.

At this time, many disciples had gathered around the mountains, and the elders were watching.

It has always been peaceful in the Immortal Palace, and this is the first time such a strange thing has happened.

When Wang Teng came here, his face changed instantly. This was a demonic energy, a very strong demonic energy.

How come demonic energy appears in the back mountain?

"Oh no, it seems that the legend is true. Ancient gods and demons are sealed at the bottom of this mountain range. He is about to break the seal and come out."

The mansion master also came, standing on the top of a mountain with a slender figure, muttering to himself.

This is a very long-standing rumor, which has been around for seventy or eight hundred thousand years ago and has long been forgotten by the people of the Immortal Palace.

Some people think this is completely a false thing, and later generations gradually don’t take it to heart.

It is obviously true now, this demonic energy is even more terrifying than I imagined.

"Ziyue, Rose, Qingcheng, Xuan Xun, Qingfu..." Wang Teng became even more anxious and rushed towards the source of the demonic energy.
Chapter completed!