At this time, Yang Yi's face looked extremely ugly. If Xie Wen hadn't pushed her away, she would have been dead and her eyes looked at Xiao Chen and his group more and more unkind.

Jiuying, who fell behind Xue Yan, felt Yang Yiruo's real murderous aura, slowly walked out, sneered at the corner of her mouth, and looked at Yang Yi with disdain.

When Yang Yi saw that it was Jiuying, her expression changed suddenly. She looked at the great man in front of her with complicated eyes. Her heart felt a soreness. Many past events flashed into her heart, but only a sentence was left.

"Jiuying, are you okay?"

Jiuying sneered: "Yang Yi, so many years have passed, you will still be so hypocritical."

"Don't you know whether I am good or not? You just got seriously injured by your Tianyu Sect master not long ago!"

When Yang Yi heard this, her delicate body shook, but she remained silent.

At this time, the little Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something, his face changed constantly, and he whispered a few words to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was shocked and suspicious, but he had no time to think about it. If this matter was true, he would be in danger.

He said loudly: "Thank you, Senior, you are a master of Taoism. You are willing to give up the disadvantage. Let's leave here and ask for advice in the future." He greeted Lin Mei and others, and turned around without looking back and left outside the hall.

Yang Yiwen's movement woke up from silence, and she felt cruel. It was already here, so why bother to think too much? The murderous intent appeared in her eyes and nodded to Xie Wen at the Cangjian Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, why should I rush to leave? I was not satisfied with the fight just now. Wen Renhuang's body reached the pinnacle of the killing technique. Xie someone is not talented, please ask for advice!"

As soon as I heard the word "Ask" Xiao Chen suddenly felt that the pressure behind him increased dramatically. A dazzling light came in an instant. Without thinking too much, his body quickly turned around. Within a breath, he moved nine small directions in a row, and a strand of black hair quietly fell on the ground. Xiao Chen's eyes were bloodthirsty, and he had never been so embarrassed by *. If he was slower, he would be cut off. At that time, he would have the soul and would not be able to be slaughtered.

The little Taoist priest was shocked, it was really exactly what he expected. Yang Yi used the name of a heroic club to eliminate dissidents. He looked at Xie Wen, Song He, Liao Chen and others, and pinched his fingers, "It's hateful, these people have probably reached an agreement in advance."

He only felt something when Yang Yi took action against Qian Feng, but it was still too late.

When Xue Yan saw Xiao Chen so embarrassed, she was immediately furious: "Zi Luan, go and slaughter the old turtle with a sword on me."

Holding the Xuanyu flute with both hands, a desolate and desolate sound of flute slowly rang. Zi Luan's body suddenly swelled, and the five tails opened, the five characters of De, Shun, Yi, Xin, and Ren were filled with bright colors. He grabbed his claws in the air, and shouted with a long voice, and his huge wings surrounded his body. Suddenly, it turned into a burning purple fire. He quickly collided towards Xie Wen.

Monk Lechen and Songhe's true man's eyes narrowed. He felt the great threat from this ball of purple fire, and did not dare to sit idly and took action one after another.

Xie Wen was frightened. Before the purple fire was approaching, he felt that his internal organs were roasted by fire. He stroked his hands and the scabbard was empty. In an instant, eight pieces of practice were drawn, and they became entangled with the purple fire in the air.

At the same time, Monk Liao Chen fought with Jiuying. After regaining his cultivation, Liao Chen was in the six transformations of the Tao, but the body of the demon clan was extremely strong. Although Jiuying was a small realm, he was even more powerful.

The Duchen of Songhe Zhenren was obviously an amazing immortal treasure. With the waving, thousands of gray lights shot out and flew towards Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was so busy that he could deal with it. Not to mention that his cultivation was one big level, he was even more thin as dust. He was as fast as dust. He was extremely tricky and vicious.

If Xiao Chen had not moved the mountain and river seals and the supreme methods of the two sects of Nirvana Killing God, what was more important would be part of the spatial rules that he had comprehended on a purple color, and could barely resist the killing moves of Songhe Zhenren.

Looking at the field again, Lin Mei, the Taoist priest, the big bull and others were entangled with Yang Yi. Various magic and killer moves emerged one after another, but neither side had an overwhelming advantage. Yang Yi can be said to be the first generation of Jiuying. Her cultivation reached the level of the four poles and four transformations. If it weren't for the state of mind, she would have broken through. Lin Mei, the big bull and others had excellent talent and were considered to be the highest combat power among their peers. However, at this time, they were all in the Tao Palace realm. The three of them added together, and the magic and killer moves emerged one after another, so they could barely fight to the point.

The remaining monks were already shocked by the sudden change. The clever ones had already escaped secretly, and the ones who were left were not helping each other and sat on the bench to watch the show.

"If this continues, the situation will be bad!" Xiao Chen secretly hated.

In the field, the purple fire that was constantly bombarding Xie Wen gradually dimmed from the size of an egg.

In other words, Xue Yan has unparalleled beast control method, otherwise the newly born Zi Luan would not have been able to have a stalemate with a Taoist master like Xie Wen for so long.

Xiao Chen was anxious. Once Zihuo was destroyed by Xie Wen, based on Xue Yan's cultivation level, he would be strangled by the killing sword in just one breath.

After a moment of distraction, I felt a numbness in my right arm and a wave of damp heat surged out. However, a hair was almost wiped across my right arm. After a while, my right arm would be wiped out.

His eyes became more and more bloodthirsty, and he sneered repeatedly. "Okay, very good, you are determined to die."

When Songhe Zhenren heard Xiao Chen's cold words, he felt a hint of heart, but he could not imagine what kind of means he could turn over under such circumstances. He bowed and said mercifully: "Donor Xiao, it's not that I am trying to make things difficult for me, but I am entrusted by others and I can't do anything."

Even everyone in the field was black-bellied, and their faces turned red, despised the old Taoist so hypocritical.

Xie Wen sneered and snorted, "Old bull's nose, if you do it, what can they do to us? Hahaha!"

With a spell in his mouth, the eight horses were trained together in an instant, passing through the purple fire, and the trend did not diminish and shot towards Xue Yan.

Xiao Chen was shocked and his eyes were cold. He saw that the originally very handsome Ziluan, whose two huge wings were pierced, and his blood was flowing continuously, lying on the ground and screaming shrillly.

Xie Wen's killing sword was getting closer and closer to Xue Yan. With Xue Yan's cultivation level, she was absolutely unable to resist. She felt cruel in her heart. Will this trump card be used in the end?

"Thank you, you are a heroic person, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Boy Xiao Chen, you are also amazing and beautiful, but you are so childish. Do you use these words to disturb my heart?" Xie Wen sneered repeatedly, unmoved.

Yang Yi said sarcastically: "Maybe they can turn the salted fish over."

Xiao Chen said nothing, pinched the seals with both hands, and successively produced the sun and moon seals that were still in motion, and the yin and yang energy flowed.

Songhe Zhenren was shocked. He was originally like a needle that was used by his arm, like a slump.

When Ding Qing saw that Xiao Chen disappeared in an instant, he had already appeared in front of Xue Yan, and he was almost retreating from Xie Wen's killing sword.

"Xiao Chen, you are so brave. You are all clay Bodhisattvas crossing the river. You are unable to protect yourself. You are still thinking about others." Xie Wenyin's sneer when he heard this, Xiao Chen laughed at the sky, "Clay Bodhisattva, hahaha, it's still unknown who is clay Bodhisattva."

Yang Yi and others' eyes were fixed, and their hearts were unknown.

Xiao Chen's black hair was windless, and his robe was roaring. A surging murderous aura swept out, and his eyes were shining with divine light, majestic and majestic, like a god king coming to the dust.

"There is a formation named Zhu Xian, and the murderous aura surges into the sky."

Hearing this, Xie Wen turned pale and said in a daze: "What, how is that possible?" He is a top sword cultivator. If he had not heard of the supreme reputation of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, hundreds of years could be said to have lived to a dog.

A murderous Taoist map slowly rotated, covering the sky in an instant. Everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, but the sword light that faintly appeared became the only light in this world, flashing faintly, "It's so beautiful!" Xue Yan couldn't help but open her mouth wide and exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Chen was stunned, then smiled, stroked Xue Yanxin's beautiful black hair, and said softly: "Yan'er, this world is so beautiful that it is thrilling. I'll invite you to watch a song of loneliness in fireworks."

Xue Yan looked at Xiao Chen in front of her, and her heart was sweet and smiled slightly: "If you rely on each other, never leave, and never abandon, it will be the fireworks for a lifetime."

Lin Mei's face turned dark and she smiled loudly. The greatest love is to see that person happiness.

At this time, Yang Yi and others saw that they were trapped in the formation, their faces changed drastically and they leaned against each other. They had already given up attacking and killing Lin Mei and others. Such a starry sky was all under the control of Xiao Chen. The little Taoist priest and others were also moved behind Xiao Chen, and they could not kill them even if they wanted to.

What they didn't know was that the Zhuxian Sword Formation was real, but it was only one-eighth.

Xiao Chen looked at Yang Yi and others coldly, knowing that with his current strength, he could only maintain the Zhuxian Remaining Formation for less than an hour, but it was enough that he was not the useless person Kong Li.

With one hand, the huge golden bow suddenly flashed, closed his eyes slightly, gently stroked the bow body, and could feel the unwilling resentment of the domineering grudge, roaring wildly.

Between the eyebrows, the divine eyes of the sky thunder gradually faded away.

The three corpse gods of Songhe jumped and felt that they were aimed at by the ancient beasts and looked around. In the quiet dark night, it was like a fish's sword light back and forth in the starry sky. Apart from this, there was no movement at all, and the mind was slightly relaxed.

"Ah, be careful." Monk Yichen's voice was like thunder, and the shocked real man Songhe jumped violently. A huge sword light barely crossed his neck, and there was still a trace of blood in the air.

Yang Yi and others let out a light breath. Although Songhe Zhenren was in a mess, a tiny blood mark on his neck was shocking, and he survived in the end. They all said "Thrilling!"

Songhe Zhenren was still afraid of it and panting, but he relaxed, and a rare flaw appeared in his mind.

Now, Xiao Chen's eyes condensed with his eyebrows and the sun shooting divine bow bent like a full moon, and with a bang, it resounded throughout the night sky.

Xie Wen and others all shrank their hearts, looked at them in a fixed eye, and saw a dot, which magnified infinitely in their eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

This arrow is Xiao Chen's peak. This arrow was originally a way to tear through the space. This arrow only takes half a breath, and it was only a quick point in his eyes that once appeared!

Songhe Zhenren stared at her eyes, covered her right chest tightly with her left hand, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

Yang Yi and others looked dark and they were already clear. After a while, Monk Yichen slowly closed his eyes and said "Amitabha" in a low voice

As a master of experts, Songhe Zhenren was shot to pieces by Xiao Chen, and even his soul was wiped out completely. Xie Wen, Yichen and the others felt sad, and they felt even more regretful. If they had known that this was a terrifying god of killing, they would not have disturbed this muddy water if Yang Yi said the lotus. But there was no regret medicine in the world.

Although the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation is incomplete, it is also unparalleled in killing. Yang Yi and others have no choice but to be helpless, like a turtle in a jar.

The complete Zhuxian Sword Formation, one saint sacrificed, and it cannot be broken by the four saints, which shows its terrifying power.

Xie Wen and others in the formation saw that they could not break the Zhuxian Sword Formation in a short period of time, but they no longer waste their spiritual power. Instead, they sat on the ground and laid layers of magic weapons all over their bodies.
Chapter completed!