In the sky, the pressure from both sides was released to the extreme, and the spiritual energy was extremely disordered. The cultivator with a slightly weak cultivation was afraid of being affected, so he had already avoided it from afar.

Even the low-level monks of the Yuxiao Sect knew very well that this battle must be a fierce battle.

Seeing that the monks nearby had already escaped, Yan Nuo smiled slightly and looked at the monk named Hua who was bound by him: "Today, Yan Nuo will let you see the power of the Big Hand Seal!"

After the words came, Yan Nuo slowly stretched out his hand and looked fierce, and his hands formed a magic seal and shouted loudly: "The Great Hand Seal of the Heavenly Witch!"

The Great Hand Seal of the Heavenly Witch is a skill that Yan Nuo practices from the Heavenly Witch God Art. The characteristics of the witch clan’s martial arts are that they are open and close together, with simple techniques and no fancy and pretentiousness, but their power is extremely huge.

As Yan Nuo's magic seal emerged, a huge handprint appeared out of thin air in the sky, and with powerful force, he shot towards an uninhabited mountain nearby.

"boom!"

A loud noise came, and the unmanned mountain collapsed under the attack of the Tianwu Great Hand Seal. The dust dissipated. The entire mountain collapsed into a big palm print.

The scene in front of him made Jiang Dingtian and the Nascent Soul cultivators shrink their pupils. Under this blow, a early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator will immediately turn into a pool of meat paste, and even the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator will not escape the disaster.

Cold sweat couldn't help but drip from the foreheads of many monks.

Turning his eyes to Jiang Dingtian, Yan Nuo raised his chin and hooked his fingers: "You! Although you are on the same level as Yan Nuo, you may not be able to compete with Yan's palm!"

Contempt, naked|naked|naked contempt.

All the monks of the Yuxiao Sect felt this.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two stunning rainbows came from a distance, then stood a hundred feet opposite Yu Yannuo and stopped the escape light and stood there in the air.

A flash of spirit, and the two appeared in shape. One of them had a childish face, and the other was like a young man who was young, but his eyes were wrinkles as if they were in a trunk. Although he had the ability to keep his face, it was difficult to hide his true age.

A late-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul!

Looking at the two, Yan Nuo smiled faintly.

Although the octogenarian looked sharp, he still smiled: "Fellow Taoist! You can step into the important land of my Yuxiao Sect without authorization and destroy the foundation of our sect. What do you want?"

"He is the old man Huoyun Zhenren, and the whereabouts of my master Cangfan Sword Immortal are unknown. My master's wife is also gone, but someone dares to force my senior sister Yuzhi to marry her son. How can Yan look at such despicable behavior? Yan is just asking for justice for my senior sister Yuzhi!"

Yan Nuo remained calm and talked freely, as if he didn't take these two people to heart.

"This matter is the head of the Supreme Ancestor!" the octogenarian said slowly, with nothing wrong with his expression.

He raised his eyebrows and Yan Nuo snorted coldly: "My senior sister Yuzhi has not nodded yet. Why should the head of the family force be forced to do anything!"

The young-like figure said coldly: "Boy! I have heard of your origin. I think that it is not easy for you to practice, so it will be dispersed. I can still ignore past grudges, not to mention that the affairs of Yuxiao Sect can not allow you to be a foreigner to point fingers. If you do not retreat, you can imagine the consequences yourself!"

"hehe!"

A sneer came from Qi Che's mouth, and then asked the cultivator who was like a young man: "May I ask, is the ghost king in the underworld world powerful or is the cultivation level of the human race cultivator better?"

The late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, who looked like a young man with a tepid face, frowned and said slowly: "I have never fought each other, I think I have a good cultivation level!"

Qi Che turned his eyes to Yan Nuo and smiled: "My elder brother once killed two late-stage cultivators in the Ghost King with his own hands. If we look at the cultivation level, is your power or my elder brother powerful!"

He didn't speak loudly, but he could be heard clearly within a radius of dozens of miles.

Hiss...

Hearing this, Yu Xiaoxiao took a breath of air conditioning sounded.

Even the faces of the two late-stage Nascent Soul monks became increasingly ugly, and their eyes were full of solemnity.

Jiang Dingtianyi pointed out Nuo and Qi Che and said sternly: "Don't be sarcastic here, lie to the top and bottom of my sect. Even if your cultivation is higher than the same level, you may not be the opponent of the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Although the Xuanmen Dao Sect’s martial arts are in the Nascent Soul stage, there are still great perfection in the beginning, middle, and later. The possibility of challenging the challenge is extremely small. However, if Yan Nuo practices the three techniques together, how can he use common sense to judge it?

A sneer sounded from Yan Nuo's mouth, and then glanced at Yu Xiao Sect: "It disappointed you a little. Yan Nuo's hands really took the lives of two late-stage cultivators!"

After a moment of silence, the octogenarian said calmly: "I heard that fellow Taoist was once a disciple of my Yuxiao Sect?"

"good!"

Yan Nuo nodded slightly: "The master is the elder of the noble sect, Cangfan Sword Immortal!"

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist coming here?" the octogenarian continued to ask.

Yan Nuo continued, "Yan has no malice in coming here, but he just needs to travel to the old place and find his old friend to talk to him!"

"If fellow Taoist considers the friendship of the past sect, what if he is better to move his master to the Sword Trial Peak?" said the old man indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Che came to Yan Nuo and whispered: "Brother, be careful that they set up a formation restriction on the Sword Trial Peak and secretly attacked."

"It's okay!"

Yan Nuo waved his hand and turned his eyes to the octogenarian: "I'll listen to fellow Taoists, let's go to the Sword Trial and Strike to have a try!"

After the words came, Yan Nuo's mind moved and he took over the sword-inspired thunder dragon that bound Elder Hua and said slowly: "Elder Hua, please do your own thing!"

"Please!" The octogenarian stretched out his hand.

Yan Nuo nodded, and the three thunder dragons beside him roared, gathering three in one, turning into a larger thunder dragon, landing at Yan Nuo's feet, carrying Yan Nuo toward the Sword Trial Peak.

Qi Che, zombie Suhe and dragon-horned crocodile lizard followed closely and drove away to Fengfeng.

This scene reminded the monks of the Yuxiao Sect of the Cangfan Sword Immortal nearly a hundred years ago, and the Cangfan Sword Immortal looked like when he stepped on the Ice Chi.

But today, this boy's cultivation is better than that of the Cangfan Sword Immortal back then.

Seeing his husband's cultivation so well, Xiao Ning's beautiful eyes were filled with glory, and Yu stood up and followed closely, Cheng Mo was also extremely happy.

Yuori's eyes flashed, and there was no expression on his gauze-covered face. He looked at He Ji, and he also stood up and fled to the Sword Trip Peak.

The competition between the Nascent Soul cultivators, no ordinary monks had the chance to see it. At this time, the disciples of the Yuxiao Sect tried to test the sword peak like a swarm.

Even some monks who are in the barrier of life and death will decide to leave the gate after hearing this news. They understand in their hearts that the battle they have watched with their own eyes may give themselves some insights, and even impacting themselves with bottlenecks will also bring great benefits, far better than sitting in the cave, which is like exploring the martial arts like building a car behind closed doors.

The Sword Peak was exactly the same as before. Yan Nuo, who stood on the sword intent thunder dragon, felt very moved.

When my master Cangfan Sword Immortal Infant Cultivation Ceremony, he was still a small foundation-building cultivator. He fought several times in a row and was famous among his peers.

With a sword-in-one thunder dragon under his feet, Yan Nuo seemed to be in the world as if he was exiled, and there was no ripple on his face.

A moment later, the octogenarian also stood opposite Yan Nuo, with a solemn face on his face.

"I, the real person Mingling, has been practicing in the Yuxiao Sect for more than a thousand years. This is the first time I have seen such a stunning and beautiful person as young as you. If you admit your mistake, it will be too late to be fashionable!"

The octogenarian looked proud.

Zhen Ling is arrogant. His cultivation and fighting experience are far beyond Yan Nuo, so he naturally does not take Yan Nuo in his heart.

With a smile on his face, Yan Nuo didn't say much, but said, "It's useless to say more. Yan hasn't been involved in learning with fellow Lingzhou for a long time, and now he's very itchy!"

"Boy, I don't know what's wrong!"

Yan Nuo's words had just fallen, and Jiang Dingtian's figure also came to the Sword Test Peak. Yan Nuo said loudly: "Elder Mingling, if you don't teach this ignorant boy a lesson today, he thought I was Yuxiao Sect..."

Yan Nuo frowned slightly, and the sword-inspired thunder dragon under his feet roared and flew towards Jiang Dingtian.

Seeing this, Jiang Dingtian, who knew his greatness, dared not take it forward, so he stood up and dodged to the side.

The sword-inspired thunder dragon swung its tail in the air, turned its head over, and the thick dragon tail behind it swept over.

In an instant, the spiritual light flashed on the dragon's tail, turning into a huge palm.

"Bang!"

The crisp slap sounded on the Sword Test Peak, causing the monks who had not yet arrived on the Sword Test Peak to feel stagnant.

"puff!"

Blood mixed with white teeth spit out of Jiang Dingtian's mouth, and his body immediately flew backwards.

The sword intention transforms into shape, not only transforms into a dragon shape, but also transforms into other shapes according to the will of the monk.

What a strong sword intent!

The Yuxiao Sect had not yet arrived at the Sword Test Peak and the early stage of the Yuanying cultivators who had not yet arrived, felt shocked and wondered in their hearts whether they could have avoided the sword-like dragon's tail swinging attack.

As for those monks in the Killing Physical Stage, they were even more shocked. They were hard to believe that they were all cultivators of the same level, and there was such a big difference between them that they could be slapped in the face in an instant without any power to fight back.

Those first-level disciples who had just entered the school had even flashed their eyes. The strength of the sword cultivator was heard when they first entered the practice of Yuxiao Sect. However, the Cangfan Sword Immortal disappeared, and the sword cultivator line of Yuxiao Sect withered as soon as it arose, and many potential disciples chose it to practice.

Now that I see the power of the sword cultivator again, how can I not have ripples in my heart?

After coughing twice, Jiang Ding Tiancai stood firm, half of his face had turned blue and purple, and then he began to swollen. His eyes were full of resentment and fear.

Jiang Han, who followed, had a look of resentment in his face, and he kowtowed to the ground with a "bang".

Then Jiang Han pointed his hand and said sternly: "This person does not take my Yuxiao Sect seriously. Elder Mingling, the disciples ask the elder to kill this villain, eliminate the harm to the Yuxiao Sect, and avenge my father's shame!"

"court death!"

Qi Che opened his eyes, and a wisp of true energy popped out in his hand, turning into a ferocious evil ghost. As the ghost cried, his sharp fingers rushed towards Jiang Han like a hook.

"Swoosh!"

The sound of breaking through the air came, and a golden arrow condensed from spiritual energy rushed towards the evil ghost.

Bang!

A dull burst sound came, and the golden arrows and the evil ghost disappeared without a trace at the same time.

Qi Che frowned and turned his eyes to the bow-helder.

This person was the late-stage Nascent Soul monk who looked like a young man in his twenties. At this time, he held a golden treasure bow and looked at Qi Che with a cold face.

"Brother, let me come first. I haven't fought with the human monk for a long time!"

Qi Che stepped forward and said.

When he turned his eyes to the monk holding the bow, Yan Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Be careful, although I have never fought with the monks who use bow-like magic weapons, I know that this type of monk's martial arts is mainly masculine and fierce. Third brother should be more careful!"

"Brother, I will be careful!"
Chapter completed!