The Jinwu Taoist came across the border. As soon as he appeared, he showed a shocking power. Everyone seemed to have a huge peak in his heart, and they could not bear it just a ray of pressure.
horrible!
Xiao Yi's eyes revealed a tremor. This was a powerful man above the Soul-Merge Realm. Even if he has the protection of his future, he would probably not be able to stop him. The gap was too big and he had reached an irreparable situation.
"Old Taoist Jinwu, do you think there is no one in my Thunder Sword Clan?"
A piece of space was twisted, and Yi Xi Ziying also crossed the border. This is the long sword of the Thunder Sword clan, and his eyes were like swords, and his whole body was as sharp as the substance. Wherever his eyes passed, it seemed to be cut by the sword energy, revealing clear vacuum sword marks.
This reveals the sword skills of the Sword Jinglei spirit. Although his eyes are sharp, the vacuum sword marks do not hurt a single person.
However, when Jian Jinglei crossed the border, the white-haired middle-aged man raised his head on the earth without waiting for the Jinwu Taoist to speak. His eyes were dark, as if two ancient starry sky were rotating, and his white hair was light, and he had an indescribable aura on his body, with a strong sense of independence and a vicissitudes of life, and he could not wash away even if the breeze blew.
Such a temperament is impressive, but when it falls into the eyes of the Jinwu Taoist, it looks like a thunder, which makes him frightened. He reaches his current state. He was once shocked by such a gaze. The next moment, the words of the white-haired middle-aged man completely frightened him.
"You are nothing, and you dare to stand above my head!"
Before the Jinwu Taoist could react, the middle-aged man with white hair poked out a hand, an extremely ordinary palm with black light flowing on it. The young man with white hair gently grabbed it. A thousand feet above the sky, the Jinwu Taoist groaned and fell down. It seemed as if he was being held by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't help but smash it into the mud, and I don't know how many feet it went deeper.
"Life and death, this is death!"
Jian Jinglei's pupils shrank, his mind was shocked, and he did not dare to be negligent. He fell from the sky and bowed to the white-haired middle-aged man: "The long sword sword Jinglei of the Lei Jian soldiers tribe has seen his senior."
The white-haired middle-aged man nodded, looked at him, ignored him, but looked at Xiao Yi not far away, and said, "The successor of the Lock Heaven Fist has finally been born again. If you want, I can protect you until you have perfected your soul and created the world."
What!
Jian Qingsheng's eyes were stunned, and then a stream of evil fire grew in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it at this moment. He didn't seem to lose his composure on the surface. However, his heart was like a volcano erupting.
"Damn it, I actually got the favor of such a powerful man, and I want to protect the Tao, Lock the Sky Fist. The military strategy of Lock the Sky Fist, why am I not the inheritor? There is such a strong man to protect the Tao. The entire Lei Jian War Department can be arrogant and look down on me, and I can also get the position of the patriarch! I hate it, why isn't it me!"
Xiao Yi's heart was also moved by the favor of the middle-aged man with gray hair. The Lock Heaven Fist is not a small matter. Not to mention that the way of sealing the town is one of the nine hundred Dharmas, the Lock Heaven Fist itself is also profound and profound. Now he is only using it initially. As for the essence of it, one is that his understanding of the way of sealing the town is shallow, and the other is that he cannot understand the essence. If he wants to fully understand it, he still doesn't know what year or month it will be.
"At least, he is a strong man at the level of military command. The sergeant is a centurion, the commander is a thousand men above the commander, and the commander is a ten thousand men above the commander. Those who are stronger than the commander are the commander-level strong man who has entered the Soul-Rong Soul-Step Realm. The strong man at the level of military commander is above the Soul-Rong Soul-Step Realm, which is enough to create a headquarters of war and guard a heavenly war road."
Xiao Yi thought of the background, whether it is himself or the Bloodstone Tribe, his foundation is too shallow. If a strong man like a white-haired middle-aged man settled in, at least he could lose a lot of concern. He did not care about the so-called protection of the Tao. In Xiao Yi's heart, if a strong man does not experience blood and fire and grows between life and death, he will only have a false appearance, strong outside and do the middle.
boom!
A piece of blood mud exploded, and the Jinwu Taoist rushed out from the ground. He was disheveled and in a very embarrassing state. At this moment, he stared at the white-haired middle-aged man with a look of horror in his eyes.
"The vitality is dead, and the Great Perfection of Piercing the Earth! How is it possible? How can there be a powerful human race who has the Great Perfection of Piercing the Earth on this heavenly warrior? Why are you not dead? Why are you still alive!"
The golden chaotic Taoist was scattered and his eyes were terrifying, as if two wheels of fairy sun were shining everywhere. He knew in his heart that the Tianyun Sect of the Immortal Clan was a big loss today. The two human soldiers-level strong men have broken the balance of the heavenly soldiers. Not to mention the sword thunder, even the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him, he could not match the ancient strong man. Not to mention the way through this heavenly soldiers and open up an eternal path, it is still unknown whether he can defend it after today.
The Jinwu Taoist spoke, Jian Jinglei also felt aroused. He could not see the origin of the white-haired middle-aged man. It was verified with the ancient Ministry of War that had been annihilated ten thousand years ago, and could not find anything useful. This person seemed to have emerged out of thin air and could not see any of his feet.
"A road of heavenly soldiers, a lifetime of heroic blood, a hundred battles are divided into life and death, and the soul never returns to the drunkenness!" A cold light burst out in the eyes of the white-haired middle-aged man, and two ancient starry sky turned. Although there was no breath of cultivation, after these four sentences, everyone seemed to hear the sound of a shocking battle, the iron horse and golden sword, one after another, life fell, life withered, and death moved forward.
The deepest sense was undoubtedly many immortal races. In this moment, the four elders of Tianyun Sect vomited blood, without any signs, flew out in the air, and their fairy bones crackled. I don’t know how many times it broke in an instant. Even the Jinwu Taoist had a pale face. Within ten miles around, the few powerful immortals who were originally alive were all shattered in the body and their bones and blood were flying.
"Walk!"
The face of the Jinwu Taoist suddenly changed. He knew that he had angered this strange human powerhouse. If he stayed there, even if he had the means to protect himself, the other four elders would probably not be able to escape death.
A golden light flashed, and the immortal energy of the Golden Crow Taoist was shrouded in. The four elders who were seriously injured rose into the sky. Unexpectedly, neither Jian Jinglei nor the white-haired middle-aged man had any intention of blocking him. He allowed him to rush into a twisted space and crossed the border and fled.
Although many human race rangers and the blood-sect strongmen were unwilling to give up their doubts, they did not dare to question these two great powers, and some older generations seemed to have some understanding. However, they were not in their position and could not figure out the true meaning, and they could only see a trace of the truth in a vague way.
"You're back."
Jian Jinglei looked at a figure not far away, took a deep breath, and there was a hint of sigh in his eyes. He felt guilty about this son.
Nodded, Jian Jingtian looked calm and said, "I'm back."
The conversation between the father and son hidden secrets, which attracted a lot of attention, but when they saw their very close appearance, they immediately realized it.
"The young leader of the Lei Jian clan, the young clan who has been missing for two years has been rumored to be shocking! Yes, it's him!"
"He said he was once trapped in the Zixiao thunder and dust array, one of the three major Xuan-level formations of the Lei Jian Clan."
The interested people came to an abrupt end when they said this. They exchanged their eyes and faintly noticed a trace of unusual meaning, but did not point out that this was not something they could intervene. The Lei Jian Clan will naturally have a conclusion in the future.
"You haven't answered me yet."
The voice of the gray-haired middle-aged man touched everyone's heart. He looked at Xiao Yi and waited for an answer.
Without hesitation, Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Since you are willing to protect me, I will naturally not be able to ask for it. As long as you don't mind the extra trouble, Xiao Yi will sweep the bed to greet you."
"Okay." The white-haired middle-aged man nodded and then said solemnly, "But don't want me to clear all obstacles for you. Unless a strong man who is a great level above you, I will never take action even if you lose to the battle."
As soon as the middle-aged man said this, Jian Qingsheng breathed a little relieved. As long as this person has rules and regulations, he still had a glimmer of hope. However, it is not that simple to deal with Xiao Yi now, and now there is more trouble. Jian Qingsheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious. For the first time in more than ten years, he had such a feeling of being out of control, which made him a little uneasy. Subconsciously, he looked at Jian Jingtian, but found that he also turned his head. The two of them looked at each other. Jian Qingsheng looked at the pair of black eyes, with starlight, sword lights and murderous aura.
"Let's go."
The white-haired middle-aged man took a step forward and came to Xiao Yi. The space in front of them was twisted. When the space was calmed down, the figures of them were gone.
good fortune!
At this moment, the two words appeared in the hearts of many human race rangers and blood-teamed strongmen. Apart from the word "Creation", they really couldn't think of other words. A powerful man who was stronger than the Golden Crow Taoist, or even the Thunder Sword Clan's long sword Jinglei was willing to protect the Tao. This was something that could not be asked for. However, thinking of the various legends of the Lock Heaven Fist, the people slowly returned to peace.
Three hundred miles away.
Above a large ink-colored mountain, there were rugged rocks and space fluctuations, and two figures slowly emerged.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Xiao Yi looked at the sky gradually red in the distance and felt the vast and majestic blood and energy. It was the human warrior who was rushing to kill. Although the Jinwu Taoist retreated, hundreds of thousands of immortal warriors could not escape. This battle was a battle of deciding the tripod, a great confrontation between hundreds of thousands of people, and the blood and energy could be clearly heard hundreds of miles away. The sound of the earth-shaking killing swept across the world.
"A fairy sect that is equivalent to my Human War Department, the number of Taoist soldiers of the Immortal Teacher is at most tens of War Departments, and one War Department is 100,000 Dao soldiers. The losses of hundreds of thousands of Dao soldiers are enough to hurt their muscles and shake the roots. This heavenly soldier road is not far from the day it is completely sealed." The white-haired middle-aged man said lightly, "You can also get a fortune in the human world. If you are lucky enough to condense the life stone in the future, it is also your fortune." (To be continued.)