The scarlet cloud shuttle is worthy of being the best magic weapon in the hands of the Blood Demon. Facing the quasi-immortal, Wen Jian Zhenren, even the only immortal weapon, Wen Tian Jian, did not instantly shoot it down. The confrontation between the two-level magic weapons continued.
After several minutes, the scarlet cloud shuttle was defeated. Mo Ziyan's strength was too far behind the sword Taoist. [Ye*zi] [You*you]
"The magic sword kills the demons, and the flesh and gods are destroyed!" The Taoist of Wen Jian forced him to retreat the scarlet cloud shuttle and directly used a killer move. Wen Jian Sect is a sect that has been learning internal skills. Under the operation of his unique mental method,
The powerful momentum dispersed all the divine light that had not yet dissipated in the sky. Instead, it was replaced by the depressing sword force that made people dare not look directly at. At this time, the true man Wen Jian was not just a sword in his hand, but even
He also turned into a peerless sword with all his sharpness. Compared with the Wentian Sword, his aura was not bad at all.
"The human sword is not good!" Ling Haoyu immediately realized that something was wrong. This was the master's unique trick. With Mo Ziyan's ability, there was no hope to break it. Moreover, most importantly, this is
The move that Wen Jian Zhenren is dying on the verge of immortal realm is to comprehend. Once Mo Ziyan is hit, it will be really interesting. Not to mention that the soul has left his body, it will be a "punch" sound that blows away the dust, everything is
No more left.
Ling Haoyu, who was shining with golden light, looked at him. At this moment, Mo Ziyan was quite calm. She had never been so calm in her life. Ling Haoyu was able to come out in full view of the public, which had already given her an answer, no matter what the result was.
, The purpose of coming today has been achieved. The man she loved deeply did not abandon her. This was enough for her. So, facing Wen Jian Zhenren, Mo Ziyan was not afraid at all, her fingers
He clenched a little bit, and the fire on the flame sword quietly grew a little bit.
"Go away quickly, you will be dead!" Ling Haoyu flashed and his palm hit Mo Ziyan's back. Mo Ziyan felt a warm heat flow penetrate into her body, the surging magic energy
I was disobedient in an instant. [Ye*zi] [You*you]
"Zi Yan, see you again in the next life." Ling Haoyu hugged Mo Zi Yan's waist with both hands, and two teleportation talismans stuck to her waist. With a "bang", he gritted his teeth and vigorously. The milky white light waves were excited from Ling Haoyu's hand.
He shot out and beat Mo Ziyan out.
"Master, I'm sorry for you." Ling Haoyu murmured, and when he closed his eyes gently, his eyes were already filled with sharp cold light. At the same time, a water-blue sword appeared.
Above his head.
"Indigo Cloud Flowing Sword, finally came out." Someone said secretly. This weapon made of dragon scales is already a top-notch weapon in the cultivation world. Even if it is more qualified, it is a question of the quality.
The Tianjian was only one level lower, but it was this level that divided the Yunliu Sword to the peak of weapons in the cultivation world, and the Wentian Sword became the level of an immortal weapon.
Wen Jian Zhenren lamented in his heart, what is there to be more pain and helplessness than seeing his favorite disciple face him with a sword? This little bit of a big disciple raised is said to be Wen Jian Zhenren's biological son.
What's the point? When the pink Xiao disciple shouted the word "master" in person, the hundreds of years old Wen Jian Zhenren smiled like a child.
He asked him to draw talismans step by step and teach him all the magic face to face. The work that Wen Jian put on Ling Haoyu was impossible for outsiders to guess. Before he met this female devil, Ling Haoyu was the pride in Wen Jian's heart.
Whenever these Taoist masters sit together, Wen Jian Zhenren has a sense of superiority that others can never compare to.
Ling Haoyu's achievements are far from his peers. In time, he will grow into a new generation of Taoist leaders. Among these old guys, Wen Jian Zhenren is the top-notch place, from the old generation to the next generation, he can surpass all the heroes.
Who can feel this feeling of refreshing pride?
However, everything changed. Since Ling Haoyu came out to practice and met Mo Ziyan, everything seemed to have a big turntable, as if God was deliberately joking. His disciple, who is excellent in all aspects, actually fell into it.
In love between men and women, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that it is not good for him to love, but he actually fell in love with a devil.
How can the backbone of the Taoist sect allow his heir to be with the demon cultivator? To this day, all the efforts made by Wen Jian Zhenren have been wasted. If he doesn't go out for this sword, he will openly protect his disciples and let the devil be ruthless.
Dear bosses can make some concessions based on his strength, but it is impossible to pretend to be stupid in such a clear situation. At such a summit, the devils cannot have no informants. If it is spread, it will be really a big deal.
People laughed out loud.
"Ling Haoyu, you traitor, are you going to betray your master for a devil?" He was also one of the five masters, and he looked just like a justice-oriented official.
Ling Haoyu did not answer, and he looked straight at Jian Zhenren. He really wanted to say sorry. If you want to say that there is something else that can't be left with this false benevolence and righteous cultivation world that makes him reluctant to let go, then he is only his master. The master is exhausted.
He worked hard to maintain the reputation of the righteous path, but he did not know that outside the major mountain gates and in the secular world, the dirty things these so-called famous and upright sects were doing were so despicable than those of the demons.
Mo Ziyan is a demon cultivator, but Ling Haoyu has never seen her do something that is harmful to the world. However, her straightforward personality deeply attracted him. After getting used to flattery around her, she suddenly saw a straightforward one.
When you are a straightforward woman, you will suddenly feel admiration, a completely different style. Perhaps in the eyes of the fairies of the right way, Mo Ziyan is a devil who is arrogant or even a devil, but
In Ling Haoyu's heart, she always speaks one thing and admits loudly if she has any mistakes.
Drawing out the indigo sword, pointing the tip of the sword directly to the real person of Jian. At this moment, Ling Haoyu's heart hurts very much. He is very painful. Family affection and nurturing. He is not a beast. He can draw the sword, but he can't use it.
The sword calls, "Ask the sword, I will clean up the portal for you." In this world, those so-called righteous ways will never lack people who can change their minds. Before, they could stand up for the sake of asking the sword, but now they can also join in.
They jumped out and sprinkled salt on the wound of Wen Jian Zhenren. Compared to seeing Mo Ziyan die here, they prefer to see the situation in front of them.
The position of the first Taoist sect of the Sword Sect has been maintained for hundreds of years. Not to mention its own background, its mountain gate is also a place that several major sects are very coveted in private. It is the mountain gate with the strongest spiritual energy in the cultivation world.
If the true man of Wen Jian took action to destroy Ling Haoyu, it would be an absolute blow to the Wen Jian Sect, which is at its peak. Moreover, among the next generation of disciples, there is no one who can compare with Ling Haoyu, then they will have a better chance.
In the next few decades or hundreds of years, the Wenjian Sect will be squeezed down.
Therefore, they were going to force Jian Zhenren to take action. With a "buzz", countless sword energy shot out. The move of Jian Zhenren was called Liuguang Feiwu, which was a new sword move that had never been seen before.
The sword energy shot up everywhere, which seemed to be disorganized, but in fact it was moving according to certain rules. The first wave of attack consisted of seventy-nine sword energy, and the second wave of attack doubled.
The third wave is based on the second wave, and so on, the last wave of attack is the overwhelming baptism of sword energy. No cultivator can survive this wave of fierce attacks after wave.
Because the flowing light is very short, only one minute before and after, no magic weapon or Taoist technique can resist the sharp sword energy.
There was a "buzz" sound, and the light of various magic weapons lit up. The big guys cursed in their hearts and hid far away. Wen Jian Zhenren was clearly warning them when he was just now. At the same time, he was also very careful.
, Dear bosses, were worried. When did this old man with bull's nose enter the realm of immortals?
The flowing light still hit Ling Haoyu. In a short moment, the sword energy covered everyone's sight. Wen Jian Zhenren's face was very gloomy. Every sword energy cut on Ling Haoyu, and it hurts in his heart.
A minute passed quickly, and a figure covered in blood fell on the altar. Even if there was a first-class defensive magic weapon in the cultivation world, the Golden Crow Dharma Vest, Ling Haoyu could not resist the flying light, and the Golden Crow Dharma Vest was pulled by the sword energy.
Break, even his indigo sword broke from it. The broken sword and blood did not have the intuitive fighting excitement on the melee battlefield, but this scene was even more miserable than the battlefield.
"Come!" Wen Jian Zhenren pointed aside and received Ling Haoyu's soul into his gourd. The gourd was thrown into the hands of a disciple of Wen Jian Sect, "Send the eldest brother to the road." Wen Jian Zhenren shouted loudly.
Several disciples shouted in unison and turned to the altar together, "Dear brothers, it is really a shame for the Sword Sect to come out of this disciple. Thank you very much for attending the successor hall of our sect today.
Another day, the old Taoist will come to the door to thank you."
Asking Jian Zhenren clasped his fists, and the Xiaomen Xiaosect, who was watching the fun, consciously replied to the ceremony and began to leave. Several major sects were looking at me and I looked at you and hesitated, "Everyone, please." Asking Jian Zhenren
The face calmed down, but looking at the face, there was no joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. However, when everyone was asking for help, everyone's hearts of Taoism were at the same time, and everyone immediately said goodbye. When they were down halfway up the mountain, several big guys
They started to curse each other. The old Taoist, who dared to use this trick. However, while cursing, they were just covering up their fear and being able to influence their own strength to consolidate their Taoist hearts for many years. So this
The strength of the old Taoist Niu Nose is far from them. At least, now they do not have the ability to fight him.