The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

A strong man in the state of fusion can be said to be a very powerful existence in the world of cultivating immortals.

They have supernatural powers.

As long as you step into the cave ruins, you can enter the realm of crossing the catastrophe.

The success of crossing the tribulation is the existence of a true immortal.

Thousands of years ago, the gods danced.

Ten thousand years later, Feixianmen is considered to be the first sect to cultivate immortals in the entire Three Realms.

Their history is thousands of years old.

Many people are even better than the old Taoist Penglai.

This Sixth Master Uncle was able to enter the state of fusion, which shows that his talent is also extremely extraordinary.

Of course, the path to immortality depends entirely on talent and chance.

Both are indispensable.

But even such a strong man, Qin Mu can't look down on him.

Seeing the opponent's thunderous blow, a thought flashed in Qin Mu's mind.

I saw a dazzling light in the void, condensed into a sky-reaching sword energy,

The powerful sword energy slashed in the air.

呲——

The powerful sword energy can crack gold and stone.

Seeing countless disciples of Feixianmen applaud loudly.

"Uncle Sixth Master is mighty!"

Hundreds of people cheered and cheered, and the sixth uncle was also full of confidence.

After all, the addition of the two Xiangshi brothers is not a match for him who is a strong fit.

Qin Mu can cut off their arms, and he can do it too!

Therefore, he is extremely confident in his sword.

And Qin Mu looked up at the brilliance splitting through the void, as if turning a deaf ear to it.

Is he freaking out?
Someone laughed comically.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Feixianmen's Sixth Master Uncle, and he killed him and stripped the divine pattern on his body.

His prestige in Feixianmen has increased a bit.

However, Qin Mu shook his head.

Pretentiously, he said, "The skills of the Cultivation of Immortals are nothing more than this!"

call out--

When Jianhua fell, his figure suddenly parted to both sides.

Jianhua flashed past, and his figure merged again.

Continue to stand where you are, as if you never moved at all.

Forehead!
Everyone was dumbfounded by Qin Mulu's move.

The ancestor Dongdao behind him also had to be sincerely convinced. It seemed that it was a wise move for him to surrender.

Of course, they would never imagine how powerful Qin Mu, who had obtained the power of the divine pattern, was.

that sword,
Fall through.

Qin Mu stood there, which is incredible.

The Sixth Master Uncle of Feixianmen was stunned, and even he was stunned.

I am a strong man in the realm of fusion, and I clearly slashed at the opponent with a sword.

But why is he fine?
No one knows his own strength better than him, let alone a mere body of flesh and blood, even if it is a cow made of iron,

Can't resist his sword.

However, he was ugly in front of a younger generation.

With more than 300 years of cultivation, even a junior can't deal with it, what a slap in the face!

Qin Mu said calmly, "Old man, the journey of cultivating immortals is too much pain, why don't you let me give you a ride, and go forever!"

day!
what do you want?

Seeing what Qin Mu said, the other party was a little panicked.

Could it be that he still has the ability to kill himself?
But Qin Mu looked so calm, as if he was not going through a life-and-death battle at all.

After thinking about it, Qin Mu has already stretched out his left hand.

Immortals are also afraid of the left hand. Could it be that there is some secret in his left hand?
The sixth master uncle of Feixianmen stared, his pupils suddenly dilated, full of horror.

Oh my day!
What the hell is that?

He saw the divine pattern on Qin Mu's left arm beating.

He condensed the divine pattern on his arm.

snort!
So what?

Even if you get the divine pattern, you may not be able to kill me!
The other party said fiercely in his heart.

Unfortunately, things are far from what he imagined.

It was a hundred times more terrifying than he had imagined.

A golden light condensed, and the divine bow suddenly appeared.

Oh my!

what is that?
Someone screamed.

"not good!"

"That's the Houyi Bow!"

The Sixth Master Uncle of Feixianmen's face changed drastically, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

It is the legendary Houyi Bow that can shoot down the sun in the sky.

A weapon dedicated to beheading immortals.

His face turned green when he saw Shen Gong.

Turn around and run.

Want to run?

A sneer flashed across Qin Mu's face.

The left hand holds the bow, and the right hand holds the bowstring.

Draw your bow like a full moon.

After getting the divine pattern, Qin Mu is really different.

The moment he drew the bow, powerful heaven and earth energy surged from all directions.

Qin Mu is like a god, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

The sixth uncle of Feixianmen ran for his life quickly.

Even if he is such a strong man, he dare not touch his edge.

whoosh-

A golden light came out from the string, across the sky.

The momentary beauty bloomed, stupefied the eyes of countless people.

puff--

The Sixth Master Uncle Feixianmen's body froze, and the golden light pierced through his chest.

Blood gushed out like a spring.

His body will always be frozen at that moment.

"you--"

He turned his head and looked at Qin Mu unwillingly, his clenched fists gradually loosened.

I hate it!
The 300-year cultivation base was destroyed in one day.

A kind of incomparable pain made him so desperate.

Perhaps the living will never understand the original mood of the dying.

He never dreamed that he would die at the hands of a young man in his 20s.

thump!
When his body fell heavily on the ground, a puff of dust rose up.

Qin Mu put away his divine bow and said calmly, "I hope you will never be my enemy again in your next life."

There was a sudden deathly silence throughout the scene.

Those Feixianmen disciples were all stunned.

After a while, I don't know who took the lead and shouted, "Run!"

In an instant, hundreds of people swarmed and dispersed, scurrying around like ants without a clue.

Above the main hall, Sect Leader Ren and all the powerhouses are waiting for the good news from the sixth junior brother.

A disciple broke in regardless of the rules, looking flustered.

"Dead, dead!"

"Sixth Master Uncle beat someone to death?"

Someone shook his head, "Uncle Six is ​​too ignorant, knowing that this kid has the divine pattern that Feixianmen needs, can't he be a little lighter?"

Sect Leader Ren also sighed, "This old sixth!"

The disciple who came in blushed, "No... no... no."

"It was Uncle Six who beat him to death!"

my day!

"It was Uncle Six who was beaten to death."

After saying three quilts in a row, everyone understood.

what?
Sect Leader Ren twitched all over and got up abruptly.

With eyes wide open, he roared, "Say it again!"

The disciple repeated it again, and the entire hall was in an uproar.

The Sixth Master Uncle is a strong man in the realm of fusion, even he was killed.

Doesn't that mean that the entire Feixian sect came up, except for the five great immortal ancestors, only the head of the sect can deal with Qin Mu?

With such a big event happening at Feixianmen, how can the head Ren hold his breath?
The figure flickered and flew out of the hall directly, followed by others.

On the floating fairy mountain, the Feixianmen moved in full force, which was almost unheard of in the history of Feixianmen.

Tall and tall, with fluttering long hair and a trembling silver beard, he is the head of the sect, exuding the monstrous aura of a peerless powerhouse.

He was able to become the head of the sect entirely because of his extraordinary talent.

One's cultivation base has already reached the realm of cave ruins, and it is possible to step into the realm of crossing the catastrophe at any time.

Looking at the entire sect of cultivating immortals, apart from the five great immortal ancestors, he was once a figure who can be compared to me.

Now that the head of the sect is going out in person, the whole sect is boiling.

Countless disciples flocked to the top of the mountain to watch this first jihad in thousands of years.

And Qin Mu was walking slowly up the mountain with his hands behind his back.