Infinite Heroes Seat

The old man had a withered face and plain clothes, but his aura was extremely shocking. With his bare hands, he actually killed several people in a row. In the end, he pulled up a huge pine tree and swung into the center of the battlefield. Wherever it passes, the sky is full of shadows of trees, rushing over the sky, like a surging wave, and like an endless tide, one wave after another, one wave high above the other, chasing under the blue sky, a mountain The mist also seemed to tremble, really invincible and unstoppable. .

The Poison God and others who were besieging Dao Xuan's group looked awkward when they saw it, and secretly, this Qingyun is really a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are such masters, but they didn't take it too seriously, they still strangling Daoxuan's surroundings. A few people, after all, no matter how strong the old man is, there is only one person, and Daoxuan's Zhuxian Sword Formation is the enemy.

But everyone at Qingyunmen was a little confused. I don't know when such a master appeared in his door. There were only a few senior elders and the first seat. Looking at the old man, he was slightly familiar, as if he had seen it wherever he was.

But when Mo Wen looked at the old man, his pupils shrank, but he thought of a character in the original work, and then saw his face change for a while, but at last he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Although he couldn't wait for the old **** to kill the Poison God with the Zhuxian Sword, but he knew better that the first Zhuxian Sword Array to be smashed was probably himself.

The Soul Eater was shining with dazzling blue light, and when everyone was touched by the old man's aura, Mo Wen went upstream.

With a loud bang, Mo Wen's whole body was beaten and flew out, and the old man also took a few steps back, and the momentum of advance stopped for the first time. The pine tree in his hand also turned into a pile of powder.

"Huh? Tai Chi Qingxuan Dao?" The old man just let out a whisper, and looked up and down Mo Wen a few times, his eyes filled with doubts. "What kind of disciple are you, you're good at your young age, but why stop me?"

But Mo Wen couldn't control much. After a round of fighting, Mo Wen knew that he was definitely not the opponent of this old man. He was a figure who was as famous as Dao Xuan in the past, and he could not stop him who had entered the realm of Shangqing not long. Immediately he shouted at the battle group besieging Dao Xuan.

"Master, be careful! He is Wan Jianyi, and he can also drive Zhuxian Sword Formation!"

As soon as this statement was made, everyone's expressions changed.

Wan Jianyi. The three words are like a nightmare, evoking the memories of many people present. The genius in white clothes, who is like snow, crosses the world, and is unstoppable, was a wild battle. A single sword entered the hall. Yujian inscribed the book and roared away the outstanding people.

But immediately these people who have seen Wan Jianyi have a trace of doubt in their eyes. How handsome and unrestrained the Wan Jianyi back then is, how can they be like this when they have not seen them for a hundred years, are they really the people in front of them?

But after all, some people had carved some things in their bones, and when they saw Master Shuiyue who was fighting a demon cult monster, he screamed, abandoning his opponent, and rushed to the old man regardless. The eyes are reddish, very different from the coldness of the past. The voice was full of surprises and sorrows, "Brother Wan is really you! You are not dead!"

As for the Demon Cult, Cang Song's face paled for a while, "This, how is this possible, Senior Brother Wan and Wan weren't dead, but I obviously saw everything I did back then-no, no, it's impossible! Daring fanatic, you dare to pretend to be Senior Brother Wan, what is your intention!"

At the end, he actually roared out, his eyes were blood red, and the demon cultivator who was watching turned sideways.

Wei Wan Jianyi has been Cang Song's obsession for a century. For this reason, he would not hesitate to betray the teacher who nurtured him and plot against his brother. At this time Wan Jianyi was born again, and he could not accept it.

As for the Ghost King Zong, You Ji’s eyes also flashed a hint of surprise, but then it dimmed again, looking at the old man standing in the field, a little disappointed, in her mind the ten thousand swords were the swords, invincible. The strong man, not the rickety old man in front of him.

A hundred years ago, she tied a trace of affection to Wan Jianyi, but it was not love. It was just attracted by Wan Jianyi’s strength and heroism. It was a kind of longing. Then she continued to beautify for a hundred years, and then there was Yu Ji’s pairing. Wan Jianyi couldn't forget her thoughts, but when she saw the real person at this time, she was more disillusioned and disappointed.

When he noticed those people around who were watching curiously or in surprise, the old man sighed slightly, his expression was unspeakable sorrow and misery. He glanced at Mo Wen and said with mockery: "I can't think that the old man hasn't had an accident for a long time. , But there are still juniors who can recognize me as an old man at a glance, hey, should I say that the name I made back then is not small?"

But then the old man took a long breath, and his body was raised a little bit higher. The rickety figure suddenly gave people a sense of standing upright, and then he suddenly shouted, "Yes! My old man is ten thousand." Jian Yi, the little boys of the Demon Sect dared to kill the Tongtian Peak, do you really think I have no one in Qingyunmen?!"

The sound was shocking and deafening, but the voice and courage were unspeakable heroic. In the presence of dozens of demon sects, Wan Jian's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and it suppressed all the demons. Not angry.

Looking at the familiar figure with boldness, Tian Buyi's eyes were red, as if he was back a hundred years ago. He was behind that figure, fighting in the wild, happily enmity, and there was a few more strength in his body out of thin air. , Not just him, the few people in the wild group and the elders who have seen Wan Jianyi's powerful body were shocked, and the morale was boosted in a blink of an eye.

"kill!"

Under the leadership of the elders and the first seat, the burst of the Qingyun Sect disciples at this moment even suppressed the masters of the Demon Cult, and the crazy appearance was chilling.

During the battle, Tian Buyi did not forget to shout to Lin Jingyu, "Senior Nephew Lin will hand over the Dragon Slashing Sword to Senior Brother Wan?"

Lin Jingyu was taken aback for a moment. Although his life and death were involved, he didn't hesitate to throw the sword at Wanjian.

"Senior takes the sword!"

Wan Jian was taken aback, looking at the familiar but unfamiliar thing, and slowly stretched out his hands.

It was a pair of withered and old palms. I don't know how many winds and frosts had been experienced, but it touched the hard and cold hilt again. Hold it tightly!

There was a faint bell sound.

"Choke..."

Suddenly, the originally dim Dragon Slashing Sword suddenly glowed with green light, and its blooming light was like the scorching sun in the sky. Can't be dazzling! The sword body trembled, as if screaming excitedly, the dragon groaned endlessly, and the thrilling voice echoed away, rushing straight for nine days.

Wan Jianyi gently touched Biguang Dasheng's Zhanlong with his hand, as gentle as touching a beloved woman. The Dragon Slashing Sword whizzed, as if reunited with an old friend, excited.

"Old man. We met again. I didn't expect that one day we could still fight together!" The old man said lightly in the surging blue light.

The voice just fell, and suddenly Bimang broke out in an instant. The entire open space was shrouded in green for an instant, and the sky was covered by the sky. In that sharp whistling sound, the Dragon Slashing Sword galloped out from the old man's hand, like an electric light flashing sharply. Rushed out.

The demons looked at the old man with such great aura. I've been watching out for a long time. I yelled at the moment, and at the same time, he took control of the magic weapon to attack. The dense magic weapon made people seem to be palpitating, but unexpectedly, the old man ignored the magic weapon that was attacking him and turned the dragon sword into a sword. Being a pillar of light like a mountain, a straight attack from the mountains and the sea, the whole person smashed into the crowd of the demon cult like a long dragon. With a backhand sword, a demon with a magic weapon was split into two halves, and then he continued to charge forward without looking back. For a time, the entire battlefield was soaked with green, blood was splashing, and the stumps flying, there was no enemy in the same place where ten thousand swords passed.

Dozens of magic sect masters were frightened by the horror of Wan Jian’s killing one by one, and their aura fell again. Even the Poison God and others were taken by the opponent’s power and could not recover for a while. After all, Wan Jianyi was terrifying. They knew better than anyone that the two arrogances of Qingyunmen back then became famous because of the numerous bones of the demon cultists.

But at this moment, I heard a cold snort, and a figure jumped up, directly towards the green long dragon transformed by Wanjian One.

A small mirror above his head gave off a faint halo, and the man watched Wan Jian's ups and downs, but he didn't flash back or retreat.

boom!

Facing the little yellow cover, the Dragon Slashing Sword, which had cut iron as mud, returned without success for the first time. Although the Dragon Slashing Sword was in a stalemate for a while, the azure light on the Dragon Slashing Sword shattered and shattered the shield, but The figure holding Wan Jianyi had already flown to the side, and nothing happened.

Looking at the surrounding demons coldly, Mo Wen just shouted.

"What are you afraid of! He is only one person, and can kill us all!"

Seeing Mo Wen's fearless expression, the demons felt a sense of peace in their hearts. They had recovered some things, and then thought that they had been practicing for hundreds of years, but none of the children in their early twenties could look away, and their faces suddenly turned red. , The look at Wan Jianyi was exceptionally unkind, but he was desperately thinking.

The people of the Demon Cult are brave and cruel, but it does not mean that these guys are not **** at all. The defeat of the Demon Cult a hundred years ago is a shame to almost everyone. This journey of Qingyun's revenge has never lacked the courage. Desperate guys, they are not afraid of death anymore, they are still afraid of ten thousand swords!

Seeing the morale gathered by the demon cultists again, Wan Jian frowned slightly and glanced at Mo Wen, but murderous intent arose in his heart secretly.

"Yes! Let's go together and kill this old guy!"

At this time, the poison gods also reacted, leaving Mrs. San Miao alone. Yuyangzi, the ghost king, and the poison **** all rushed towards this place. Compared to a half-dead Dao Xuan, it is obviously equally capable of imperial envoys. Wan Jianyi of Zhuxian Sword Array, the threat is even greater.

Seeing the three great sect masters of the demon cult, Wan Jianyi was unrelenting in pride, and the sword of the battle dragon was brisk, but he slashed away first.

"Poison God, you old immortal dare to go out of the mountain, today I will see you cut it down with a sword, and then see how your disciples and grandchildren who play poison are jumping around!"

"The new Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect, right? Yes, much better than your predecessors!"

"There are also the clowns of the Longevity Hall. If you don't hide in the wild temple, but dare to come out, you are not afraid that I will burn the temple you guarded again?"

With a frantic laugh in his mouth, Wan Jianyi did not lose the wind with one enemy and three by relying on his fierce and undaunted killing offensive.

Of course, the three demon cultivators did not use their full strength to guard against each other, but it was enough to see their strength.

Only seeing Wan Jian once entangled by the three people, the people of the Demon Cult breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him, Daoxuan frowned when he saw it. He said something to the Shui Qilin who had been lying next to him. The latter suddenly roared and rushed out. The momentum was violent. pole.

This kind of ancient behemoth is by no means inferior to any master cultivator. The impact was so fierce that it was not a joke to be beaten there. In a blink of an eye, the circle besieging Daoxuan was punched with a gap, and then I saw it. Shui Qilin rushed towards Wan Jianyi.

But at this moment, Mo Wen suddenly appeared in front of Shui Qilin, a cyan light flashed on the soul eater, and a huge Tai Chi gossip appeared in front of Shui Qilin.

"Get me back!"

The huge gossip was shattered under Shui Qilin's claws, but the latter was also shaken back.

Knowing what would happen to the Shui Qilin in the past, Mo Wen was determined to stop it here. If it was a spirit beast in its heyday, he might not be an opponent, but after the opponent was poisoned, he still had some points. Sure.

What happened next was just as Mo Wen had expected. Shui Qilin broke through again and again, but was blocked by him. The spirit beast ran back and forth anxiously, but it couldn't help Mo Wen at all, especially When Mang Gu Zhu Clam and Ice Silkworm appeared on Mo Wen's shoulder, and after feeling a breath that made him suffer a great loss, he threw himself into a rat avoidance device, and did not dare to make the slightest change. Daoxuan also saw this place. The situation, but the Qingyunmen was helplessly outnumbered, but there was no manpower to help.

Looking at Shui Qilin, who was crawling on his forelimbs, but was afraid to rush up, Mo Wen just smiled softly. He just wanted to say something, but his face changed, and he suddenly shouted in fright and angrily: "Cangsong, dare you! "

It turned out that Cang Song had quietly come to his side at some point, and the fairy sword in his hand was brilliant, but it smashed at Mo Wen.

He was originally from the Demon Cult's side, so no one tried to intercept him, so he got mixed with Mo Wen.

Listening to Mo Wen's questioning loudly, Cang Song didn't pay attention to it, and the fairy sword in his hand struck it with an indomitable momentum, and that posture was actually wishing to die with Mo Wen.

You must know that Cangsong was the first Dragon Head Peak, and his former status was only under the head, and his cultivation was naturally extraordinary. At this time desperate attack, even Mo Wen had to retreat and dodge to the side, and taking advantage of this effort, Shui Qilin rushed towards Wan Jianyi.

Seeing Juechen leaving Shui Qilin~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Mo Wen's face was green, he stared at Cangsong viciously, "Cangsong, do you know what you are doing?"

Cangsong laughed miserably at this, "I, Cangsong, is a sinner of the Qingyun Gate. It is not a pity to die. I can make up for some mistakes, even if I die!"

But at this moment, Wan Jianyi and the poison **** and others heard a burst of exclamation on the battlefield, and then suddenly rose with a burst of hot white light.

Accompanied by the sound of chanting the curse, that brilliant colorful Qi sword appeared in the sky again, continuously separating the monochromatic Qi sword, radiant.

Seeing the brilliant brilliance, Cang Song's eyes were relieved, lost, confused, and helpless, but in the end all turned into a determination.

Looking at Mo Wen, he said faintly: "You are also a traitor from the Qingyun Sect, you can stay with me!"

Looking at the expressionless Cangsong, Mo Wen only felt a biting icy cold. (To be continued...)

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