"Han Yun...Han Yun was actually killed!"

The old man in gray had a pale face, and Han Yun had the qualifications of "Fire Spirit Root". All the elders of Nanhua Sect placed their hopes of revitalizing the sect. In order to ensure that he successfully builds the foundation, they even took out the sect's savings for a hundred years in exchange for the foundation-building pill. This was to use the entire sect to bet on Han Yun's rise, but now that Han Yun was killed in front of him, he could only watch and didn't even have time to react.

He knew he was finished!

Even if the elder of the sect let him go, the sect leader would not spare him.

"You killed Han Yun and caused me a lot of trouble. Even if you die, you will be buried with me!"

The old man in gray roared angrily, with a resentful look, his eyes were full of murderous intent, staring at Xie Xuan tightly, and the air seemed to be boiling, and a violent whirlpool suddenly condensed in front of him. Countless dead branches, rotten wood rolled back and crushed into powder.

Xie Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned his fingers and grabbed the void, as if he had grabbed five illusion swords out of thin air. Five sword lights condensed, roaring like arrows at the old man in gray.

"Hmph, the trick of the devil is dare to show off in front of me!" The old man in gray shouted violently, and the vortex airflow hovering in front of him rose, curling five sword lights, allowing the sword light to rush forward, but it was still shattered in an instant, but the vortex airflow also had a tendency to collapse under this round of collision.

When the monk in gray saw this, his pupils slightly contracted and was shocked: "This kid is indeed a bit of a trick, not a secular warrior, but a method of martial artists."

Xie Xuan had such a sharp mind. When the gray-clothed monk moved his mind, he immediately seized the critical opportunity. A sharp look flashed across his face and rushed over, like a volcano burst out in an instant, cracking the earth, and a long airflow was pulled out from behind him. Xiao Chen groaned and caught off guard and was swept away by the gushing airflow.

"This person is too powerful. The power of starting a tight move forces me to get close. In front of him, I don't even have the qualifications to take action." A look of horror flashed across Xiao Chen's face, and a little frustrated.

The monk in gray only felt a flash in his eyes, and there seemed to be a ray of light coming from his pupils. The sharp and howling sword light broke through the air, causing a harsh shock.

Xie Xuan was too fast, and his figure flashed like a lightning. The sword light invaded his body. The old man in gray showed a shock on his face. He knew that this sword light was enough to crush the gold and stone, but he could not avoid it at all. In an instant, the sword light penetrated into the body of the monk in gray. He saw his pupils wide open, and his body was covered with a light blue mist light, which collided violently with the sword finger pointed out by Xie Xuan.

snort!

Xie Xuan groaned, his face flashed with a hint of redness, and his body trembled. This layer of light as thin as morning mist, with a slightly yellow and light green light curtain was harder than anything else. He pointed out and condensed the sword light and could shatter the black iron, but when he collided with this invisible air mask, he felt his body trembling and his head was dizzy.

The monk in gray screamed and flew into the air, with his face still glad that he had escaped from death.

"This martial arts cultivator is so terrible. My strength at the sixth level of Qi refining was forced to be unable to fight back by his fourth level of transformation. Fortunately, he still carried a 'Vajra Talisman', otherwise he would have died just now!"

The old man in gray stabilized his floating mind and flew into the air. His mind was very calm. Only when the martial saint in the period of the Divine Concentration had the ability to control the air. As long as the monk escaped into the air, even the martial arts cultivator of the Ninth Heaven of Transcendence would be suppressed and beaten, even if the monk only refines his energy. He snorted coldly, the monk in gray pinched his hands and murmured the magic tricks in his mouth. An astonishing light lit up in his eyes, and pointed at Xie Xuan.

Chichi! Chichi!

The gray-clothed monk pulled out all the air within ten feet of the surrounding area, quickly condensed, and turned into dozens of sharp wind blades and twisted them!

Xie Xuan's body flashed, like light and lightning, but the dozen wind blades followed like shadows and swept over under the command of the old man in gray.

His brows frowned slightly. The cultivator was able to exist in the Middle Earth China for thousands of years, and it was indeed unique. He just now secretly peeked at the old man in gray that condensed the pressure while waving his hand, causing Yue Yun, Chen Qingxuan and others to seriously injure him. He had already secretly praised that now the hand was draining the air around him out of thin air and the method of condensing the wind blade was even more incredible.

This thought was only flashing in his mind, as anxious as lightning. Xie Xuan took a deep breath and grabbed the sword scattered on Yue Yun, Chen Qingxuan and others from the ground. A surging air flow in the void, and several long swords of fine iron were scattered into the wind blade like strong arrows.

"A few handfuls of broken copper and iron are like breaking my 'wind blade technique', it's like dreaming in the daytime." The old man in gray showed disdain at the corner of his mouth, and pointed at the wind blade. More than a dozen wind blades shot up at a faster speed, twisting the several fine iron swords that were blocking the way, as easy as cutting a piece of paper, and the iron crumbs and copper sputtered in all directions like raindrops.

"Ah!" A few harsh crys sounded out of thin air. The seriously injured Yue Yun, Chen Qingxuan and others moaned in pain, and blood dripped from their fingers. They were really unlucky. They were beaten to pieces by the broken copper and iron filings that were shot from all directions, and even their faces were affected.

When Xiao Chen saw this situation, he felt cold in his heart. He was glad that he was hit by the airflow just now. Otherwise, she would not have to live if he was splashed on his face by these iron filings. This thought moved his body and stayed away, so as not to suffer from the disaster like Yue Yun, Chen Qingxuan and others. He looked at Xie Xuan with a complicated expression. This was not because he was worried about Xie Xuan, but because he was afraid that Xie Xuan would be defeated. They might not be able to escape.

"Huh?" Xie Xuan was shocked when he saw the power of the wind blade. He accidentally glanced at the gray-clothed monk. Seeing his face gloomy and grayish-white, there were wisps of blue purple between his eyebrows, and his thoughts flashed: "So that's it. It seems that he has consumed a lot of magic power to maintain such a dozen wind blades. Otherwise, he would summon more than a hundred wind blades and attack them randomly, and I would grind them into meat."

Xie Xuan thought that the other party could not maintain the wind blade for a long time, his eyes flashed. The gray-clothed monk maintained his body to control the air and had to control more than ten wind blades. The consumption of true energy magic power was definitely above him. He was definitely sure that he would not hurt the other party before exhausting his magic power. But the problem was that once the other party felt that his magic power was insufficient, he was afraid that he would leave immediately. Xie Xuan did not have the ability to control the air and could not stop it at all.

But Xie Xuan must not let him leave. Just listening to Han Yun’s conversation with the gray-clothed monk, he knew that there was a huge sect of monks behind him. If many cultivators of this level were attracted, wouldn’t they just surrender? Although he was prone to forging his bones and hiding his body, it was hard to guarantee that he would not reveal his bottom. After all, he did not understand whether the cultivator had the means to find the roots and find the bottom. He had always acted cautiously and never took such unknown dangers.

"Is there any way to keep the other party?"

Xie Xuan looked at the giant tree rolled up from under the ground under the powerful pulling power of the Beiming Divine Art, and his eyes flashed. Feeling the turbulent airflow behind him and the sharp roar of the wind blade, Xie Xuan seemed unable to bear the pulling force and staggered!

"Good opportunity!" Seeing this opportunity, the gray-clothed monk thought that Xie Xuan's true energy was beginning to suffer from loss. He looked happy in his eyes, and his face became fierce, and he activated the wind blade to quickly sweep over.

A sneer flashed across Xie Xuan's face, and he exhaled and stomped his feet hard, boom! With this stomping force, even Xiao Chen, who was hiding a hundred feet away, felt the earth tremble for a moment, and the spirit was taken by it. Within three feet of Xie Xuan's feet, it was cracked inch by inch, and the thick soil layer was rolled up.

The ground tremble brought the collapsed ancient tree with a hundred feet of water, and suddenly rose up. Xie Xuan condensed all his true power on his palms, penetrated the entire thick and long trunk, and urged the ancient tree to fly horizontally and rolled towards the wind blade that broke through the face.

The old man in gray cried out in secret that he couldn't help but quickly pinched the magic trick to control the wind blade, but he was still one step late. The ancient tree of hundreds of feet collided with more than ten wind blades, like a huge thunder shock. A thunder sounded in the void. The thick and thick giant tree cracked and shattered into countless broken wood chips, sputtering in all directions. The wind blade at the same time broke into the smoke and dust that gushed up.

The dust filled the dust and smoke, and the old man in gray changed his face. As soon as he was about to rise out, he felt extremely stuffy in his chest, as if he was hit hard by someone with an iron hammer. A strange spiral force passed into his body. The true energy magic power that he had condensed for sixty years was raging like a sea of ​​rivers, destroying the tendons, veins, and bones in his body.

The gray-clothed monk was so scared that he shook violently, his body trembled violently, and his mouth opened a few times, as if he was begging for mercy, but he could not make any sound. After a few breaths, his body withered, and he was also sucked away his essence and blood and turned into a mummy.

"I absorbed the true energy and magic power of a cultivator with a sixth level of Qi refining, and suddenly entered the fifth turn of the mysterious skill, hug..."

Xie Xuan closed his eyes and felt the changes of the five revolutions of Xuan Gong. A different feeling surged, as if he had experienced a cycle of reincarnation again.

After a while, he let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

"This Beiming Divine Art is so weird!"

Seeing that he had sucked his essence, blood and vitality, his whole body was dry, and only a layer of wrinkled skin was left, Xie Xuan frowned slightly. He was reincarnated and re-cultivated, retaining the realm of his previous life. There was no bottleneck. As long as he accumulates enough true energy and magic power, he can improve quickly.

At the beginning, Xie Xuan also had this idea, relying on the Beiming Divine Art to absorb enough true energy, and rushed into the realm of nirvana, at the peak of the human and immortals.

But now he began to shake. The Beiming Divine Art is so strange and terrifying. If it is used forcibly, it will naturally make rapid progress. However, if Xie Xuan cannot see the endless troubles of it, he will live for more than two hundred years in vain. The Beiming Divine Art is definitely a taboo skill.

"In the future, try to use the Beiming Divine Art as little as possible, and it is best not to use it!"

Xie Xuan thought about it silently and made a decision. Although he felt it was a bit a pity, he was always too worried.

"I am Xiao Chen, Lingxiao Sect. Thank you for your help!" Seeing Xie Xuan's stunned look, Xiao Chen bit his lip, thought for a while and walked over, with a smile on his face.

When she came to her senses, Xie Xuan looked at her. Xiao Chen's hair was scattered, her clothes were a little broken, and her face was slightly pale, but it did not damage her extraordinary charm. Instead, it had a unique flavor. Every frown and smile was very touching. Xie Xuan nodded lightly. She had no special feelings for this fiancée, and there were very few pictures of Xiao Chen in his memory.

Xiao Chen is five years older than him, and it is the moment when the girl has the most beautiful face. Just imagine, how could such a girl who has been favored by all her brothers and is willing to marry a fool who is a few years younger than her and has problems with her mind? Naturally, she would not want to appear in front of Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan only glanced at her, walked to the old man in gray, groped in his clothes, looking for spoils. In his opinion, it was impossible for a monk to carry some rare treasures. However, after searching for a while, Xie Xuan frowned. The old man in gray was actually cleaner than his.

He had no idea that the Nanhua Sect was not a sect in the world of immortal cultivation. He had brought all his savings for a hundred years with Han Feng to take pictures of the foundation-building pill. Almost all other monks were so poor that they were jingling, and there was a treasure on them.

Turning to Han Yun, he finally gained something this time. Five green and yellow pieces of talisman paper engraved with strange patterns in seal script were thin, and he could hardly feel the weight. Then he took out a yellowed book of "Nanhua Fire Control Art" from his arms, with eight round and transparent pearls with almost transparent luster. Xie Xuan roughly read the yellow booklet, which recorded some methods of how to cast spells, but all of them were fire-type spells.

Seeing that Xie Xuan had no intention of paying attention to her, instead rummaged on Han Yun, the old man in gray, Xiao Chen bit his lips, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He tightened his hands tightly, but stood behind him silently and watched.

Xie Xuanxin satisfied with the five talismans, eight pearls, and the book "Nanhua Fire Control Art" and was very satisfied with the gains this time. Not only did he improve his cultivation level by two levels, but he jumped from the third turn of Xuangong to the fifth turn, and now he has harvested these spoils, but now it is not the time to deal with these things, so he can take them back and study them slowly.

Turning around, Xie Xuan looked at Xiao Chen, Yue Yun, Chen Qingxuan and the five twin brothers, with his eyes flashing and uncertain.

"Kill someone to silence!" Seeing his expression, Xiao Chen was also an extremely smart woman, and instantly came up with the other party's idea. His face turned pale, his whole body was trembling, and his heart was cold: It turned out that he was still doomed, but it was better to be killed by this person than to be humiliated by others.

Yue Yun and Chen Qingxuan looked like earth, and their hearts were pounding. The twin brothers were much more direct than them. They knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "No, please don't kill us, we didn't see anything!"

Such a performance immediately penetrated Yue Yun. Chen Qingxuan's psychological defense line and gritted his teeth. He couldn't even save his life, so he was worried about dignity.

"Senior, please spare me!"

"...You are a senior expert, why bother with us small characters! Please let us go."

"Yes, we just pretend that we didn't see anything! No, no, no... we didn't see it at all."

"If you are worried, we can swear on the spot that if we tell us what we are today, we will not die well. We will suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing our hearts, fall into the hell of reincarnation, and will never be reborn."

"Senior, I swear too..."

Yue Yun and Chen Qingxuan's four vows became more and more poisonous, and even affected their elders. They even made such vicious vows as "the whole family is extinct". Xiao Chen's face turned pale and rushed over with a cold face. He kicked them over to the ground with a kick and sneered, "Get up, get out of here... You are all arrogant and arrogant on weekdays, but now you are not as good as a soft boy. You have lost all the face of Lingxiao Sect. Isn't it just a death? What's there to be afraid of?"
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