"What is it? Does this Jingyan Palace belong to your family?" A gloomy voice came, and a blood-red light flashed in the sky. Then several screams were heard, and several people watching the excitement at the bottom of the mountain were heard.
A man in the martial arts world was swept by a blood-red light, and all his flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only the skin hanging on the bones.
"Blood God Son Qiu Shenji."
He Zudao's eyes flashed with sharp light, and a large flag appeared in his hand. He shook the big flag and charged towards the Son of Blood God. A stream of sword energy shot out of the air, destroying everything in front of him.
"Huh, evil demons. Everyone will kill them if they find them." A cassock flew from a distance, fell from the sky, and turned into golden lotuses, covering the Son of Blood God.
"Why are you doing this? Jingyan Palace has not yet appeared, how can we start a fight?" The Fire Dragon Prince saw clearly that there was a golden whip in his hand. He swung out the golden whip and blocked the cassock.
"Monk Kongxiang, who bullies the few by bullying the many, is he considered a hero? Is this your right path?" The blood-red light in the sky turned into a human form. He was a young man wearing a blood-red robe. He had a handsome face, but a gloomy look.
Even so, you can still see a few points of blood-red light extinguished by the sword energy.
"Amitabha, the donor is too cruel. Those are ordinary people, why do you kill people?" The cassock disappeared in a flash, revealing a young monk.
"Monk Kongxiang of Landuo Temple is known as the disciple of Buddhism." Qiu Shenji looked at Monk Kongxiang.
"Everyone, we are just a few mortals. If you die, you will die. It is not a big deal. The things in front of you are more important. If you stay here for a long time, the casual cultivators will know about it. At that time, we will face more people.
." The Fire Dragon Prince shook the golden whip in his hand.
Everyone was silent for a while, and no one underestimated the casual cultivators. Their individual strength may be small, but combined it is not easy. If these people really know about it, I am afraid there will be a big war in front of them.
"Bump!" At this moment, Qiu Shenji let out a scream, his body collapsed, and disappeared into streaks of blood. When he appeared, he was already a hundred feet away, his face was pale, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured by the blow just now.
"You, who are you?" Qiu Shenji looked at the young Taoist in the distance with vicious eyes.
The Taoist didn't know where he appeared from. He punched out with a destructive aura. If it weren't for his extraordinary blood power, I'm afraid this blow would have killed him.
"Did you kill the person?" The Taoist transformed by Yang Guang had a stern look on his face.
He saw the scene just now very clearly. These gods were really aloof and didn't care about mortals at all. They killed them at will. They didn't seem to be relieved about anything afterwards.
"Just a few ants." Qiu Shenji said nonchalantly. His eyes flashed with viciousness. If he hadn't been afraid of Yang Guang's strength, he would have killed him long ago.
"Evil heretics also want to seize the opportunity of the human race. They are simply looking for death." Yang Guang moved, golden light flashed under his feet, and colorful rays of light in his hands, and he killed Qiu Shenji.
"The Golden Light Technique of Vertical Ground!" He Zudao looked at the golden light at Yang Guang's feet, and his expression changed. The Golden Light Vertical Technique is Kunlun's magical power and cannot be learned by anyone.
"I don't know which Patriarch's disciple he is." He Zudao's original intention to take action suddenly faded away. The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan taught that they had all been granted the golden light method of Zongdi. Even if the person in front of him was not a disciple of Kunlun, he still had something to do with Kunlun.
, I did not ruin the friendship of the same clan for the sake of an evil spirit.
"Looking for death." Qiu Shenji saw clearly that there was a sharp sword in his hand, blood-red light came into view, and the blood evil energy filled the sky, like an ancient ferocious beast.
Before the sword energy arrived, Yang Guang suddenly felt that his skin was cold, as if he had been cut by a knife. His expression changed, his body shook, and he instantly moved behind Qiu Shen's fuselage, and a sword energy burst out of the air.
"Zhu Xian Sword Qi." Zhou Yuan exclaimed in surprise. He was born in the Wuliang Sword Sect, so he naturally recognized that this was the Zhu Xian Sword Qi, which was the supreme killing technique of the Jie Jiao. Even he had not been passed down. He just listened to it.
I just said it, but I didn't realize that this mysterious Taoist in front of me actually understood the sword energy of Zhu Xian.
"Who is this person?" There was a little hesitation between Zhou Yuan's brows.
"Yuantu sword, I didn't expect that the leader of the Styx River attaches great importance to Qiu Shenji!" Monk Kongxiang looked at the sword in Qiu Shenji's hand, with a gloomy expression on his face. Yuantu and Abi are the two innate spirits that the leader of the Styx River carries with him.
Bao, Wushuang of Killing, did not expect to appear in the hands of Qiu Shenji at this time.
He was horrified. If this Taoist hadn't taken action, I'm afraid Qiu Shenji wouldn't have taken it out now. At that time, there would be a sudden attack, and Yuan Tu's sword would hit him, and all his flesh and blood would be wiped out by Yuan Tu's sword.
Yang Guang also knows the power of Yuan Tu's sword. Wherever the sword energy reaches, the void is split, and a vicious aura fills the air, as if it is about to invade the physical body. What's more, Yang Guang is not bad either. The Zhuxian sword energy in his hand is as good as the opponent's.
Their sword energy attributes were almost the same, so when they fought, they were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
"Amitabha, Jingyan Palace has not been opened yet, why do you two have to go to war? Why don't you take a break for a while and wait for Jingyan Palace to open before you start arguing." A wonderful voice sounded in the air.
"Huh, let's listen to Fairy Miaoyin for now." Qiu Shenji found that his Yuan Tu Sword was unable to do anything to the opponent. He felt helpless and could only put away the sword and step aside.
If someone is injured or consumes too much mana at this time, wouldn't it be an advantage for other people?
"Junior brother, since the other party has been punished, why not let it go for now!" He Zudao's voice came. Although there was nothing wrong with his words, his tone was a bit condescending.
"Junior brother, we'll fight later. He's just an evil heretic. Junior brother hates him so much. Let's kill him together later." Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes and said with a smile.
Zhou Yuan was impressed by Yang Guang's ability to kill immortals with his sword energy. Although he didn't know Yang Guang's origin, he thought he was a disciple of the Jie Jiao sect. He might be able to use it later if he tried to win over the place.
As for whether the last chance will be won by Yang Guang, these people do not believe that Yang Guang has such great ability. Not only are they strong, but they are also leaders in the sect, and they have teachers secretly protecting them.
What does a little Yang Guang mean?
"Such an opportunity can only be obtained by the virtuous. It doesn't mean whoever has more people can get it." A muffled sound came from the void, and his sharp claws flew across the sky, grabbing Yang Guang, and said: "You have something on you.
It smells disgusting, I’ll kill you first!”
"Cut!" Yang Guang's face was gloomy, and the sharp sword in his hand slashed towards the void.
