A bit of golden light suddenly appeared in the void, attracting the attention of the saints.
Feeling this breath, the expressions on everyone's faces became very subtle.
The face of the saint who was close to Hongyuan changed drastically.
The saint who holds a neutral stance has a calm expression.
The three saints of Tianji Pavilion suddenly opened their eyes wide, especially the mysterious soul warrior, who had a ferocious smile on his face.
"Hong Yuan, Hong Yuan, you are destined to cause trouble, Jie Jie Jie..."
This aura is the only eighth-level saint in Fengxi Sect——
The swordsman old man!
The golden light expanded and spread rapidly in all directions.
In a moment, two deep and rustic rusty copper doors appeared.
The rusty copper door is mottled with sword marks, and there are flowers, birds, fish, insects, sun, moon and stars.
It also has notches with numerous sword marks and spear points, but these notches all carry a chilling and bone-chilling aura, as if there is a peerless swordsman waiting behind the door, with a threatening sword power.
When the rusty copper door is completely revealed, the auxiliary head on the left turns into a river reaching the sky, and the auxiliary head on the right turns into a flapping phoenix.
The sky-reaching river and the fluttering phoenix are intertwined and dazzling. They rush forward together and penetrate the Fengxi Cave.
Wow…
This bright divine light surrounded the three saints of Tianji Pavilion, allowing them to escape the crisis of death.
And this made the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion even more happy, and they looked at Hong Yuan in darkness.
They couldn't believe that Hong Yuan could continue to unleash that terrifying supernatural power!
What can Hong Yuan do to block a true eighth-level saint? Can you block him?
"Qiang!—Qiang!—Qiang!—"
The sword roared loudly, as if it was going to pierce through Fengxi Cave and Heaven.
At the same time, the rusty copper door opened quietly with a creak.
The golden light makes the track, and the green lotus paves the way.
A short old man in linen clothes appeared with a sword box on his back, but his extremely sharp sword energy forced all the saints in the field to stab him.
The eighth-level swordsman—the swordsman old man!
"Hao Lao!"
"master!"
"senior!"
One by one, the martial saints held hands and greeted each other, especially the three saints of Tianji Pavilion.
When the three saints of Tianji Pavilion saw the swordsman old man, they were extremely excited and overjoyed.
If they hadn't kept themselves on the right path and cultivated their minds well, I'm afraid they would have been unable to suppress the smiles raised at the corners of their mouths!
I thought I was going to reach a dead end, so I left the mainstream of power in the sect in despair, and was assigned to an unknown remote corner. I have been depressed for the rest of my life.
Who would have thought that there would be no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there would be another village with dark flowers and bright flowers~
"Haha~"
Zi Ji Xiangu and others looked at Hong Yuan with amusement.
If Mr. Hao had not tacitly supported our uprising, how would we have launched an uprising?
Under the gaze of all the saints, Hong Yuan bowed his hands and saluted: "Hao Lao."
And this makes Zi Ji Xiangu and others even more happy.
Among the righteous paths, the most important thing is orderly inheritance and correct rules.
Sometimes, being one level older can really overwhelm people and make them lose their temper!
But the next moment, the faces of the three ancestors of the Tianji Pavilion saints, Ziji Xiangu, Xuanhun Warlord and Jincun Warlord, immediately became dull.
Because the old swordsman is actually attacking them!
I saw the old swordsman with a gentle face, nodding slightly towards Hong Yuan.
In an instant, the old swordsman's eyes burst into flames and he angrily scolded the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion.
He shouted sharply:
"Zi Ji, Xuan Hun and Jin Cun, you three are in vain as seniors. You are using your power for personal gain and want to attack A Yuan."
"In your eyes, is there still a sect and an old man like me?"
"For your behavior like this, I will kill you for nine lifetimes!!"
In just an instant, the Three Saints of Ziji Fairy Girl fell into an eternal ice cave, their whole bodies were cold and their bodies were stiff.
They looked at the old swordsman in disbelief, thinking they had heard an illusion.
The other saints were also stunned and couldn't believe the turn of events.
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Didn't you always tacitly allow the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion to take action against Hong Yuan, the co-leader of Fengxi whose foundation is not stable?
Even Hong Yuan raised his sword eyebrows, wondering in his heart, unable to figure out what the old swordsman was up to.
Under the night, the blue sea is sparkling, and a bright moon hangs in the sky.
The twenty-four palaces rise and fall silently.
Everyone was bewildered by the old swordsman's words.
"Damn it, I was so unjust." The old swordsman cursed in his heart. Seeing such a situation, he didn't know what the saints of Fengxi were thinking.
But he really had no idea of ​​acquiescing to the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion to plan Hong Yuan's secret treasure!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The old swordsman became furious. Every pore on his body expanded, and the sharp sword light shot towards the surroundings.
Bang, bang, bang.
Three shattering sounds sounded, and three pieces of blood mist suddenly appeared in the field.
The flesh and blood of the three saints, Zi Ji Xiangu, Xuan Hun War General and Jin Cun War General, are no longer alive, and only their consciousness is pinned on their respective sacred vessels.
If they want to rebuild the body of a saint, it will take at least more than fifty years!
Over fifty years have long been enough for Hong Yuan to advance to the seventh level, or even the eighth level.
After all, in the current era, the storm is stirring up, and dragons and snakes are being overturned.
"Hiss~" All the saints in Fengxi took a breath of cold air and were all stunned. They didn't know what the swordsman old man was going crazy about.
Suddenly, they seemed to understand why the previous generation, the Great Sage Fengxi, did not choose the old swordsman to be the co-leader of Fengxi, but instead chose Mr. Fu to be the co-leader of Fengxi.
Who can stand such a moody, changeable temperament?
"Since my senior brother has chosen A Yuan as the next generation of Fengxi Great Sage, he must have his reasons."
"From now on, I don't want anyone to plan on A Yuan's sacred treasure."
"If anyone has ill intentions towards A Yuan, and I find out, I will kill him without mercy!"
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He looked around. All the saints in Fengxi lowered their eyes, and no one dared to look at him.
There was silence and silence in the place.
I'm not a big boss, but without your acquiescence, would the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion really plan on A Yuan's sacred artifact?
The saints of Fengxi expressed their helplessness.
"What is he doing? He's both acting and acting? Forget it, ignore him. No matter how great he is, he is only an eighth-level saint. As long as all the power of Fengxi Sect is mine, that's fine!"
Hong Yuan lowered his eyes, his thoughts turned over in his heart, and he quietly thought of the Great Sage Qinglu.
To be honest, Hong Yuan was also a little confused by the capricious behavior of the swordsman old man.
To be continued...