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There was infinite sob in the old man's voice, but Shunzi didn't continue to talk deeply. Many times, because of the environment he was in and the things he experienced were different, the joys and sorrows of beings were not connected.

Shunzi is the Black Dragon Guard guarding the frontiers of Daxia. Behind those big white teeth and hearty smile is the soul of a courageous and courageous Daxia warrior. Then the young captain put away his smile, and a young voice sounded:

"Life is not easy, and the road is long and difficult. The boy hopes that the old monk, after leaving the Wushan Strait Ridge, can get his wish in the core of the Central Plains."

"Then let me borrow some good words from my little friend."

The old monk showed a smile, and was about to bow his hands to salute again, but his expression changed, because a sharp and incomparably screaming sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"hiss!"

As soon as this scream appeared, it lingered in the ears of everyone in an instant. Such an abrupt whistle made the faces of the southward monks who were swarming out from the exit of the gorge change, and they all asked:

"This is the sound of the sword. Why is there such a piercing sound of the sword at the entrance of the gorge?"

After the words fell, a strong uneasiness suddenly surged from the bottom of these monks' hearts, and then the sound of the sword piercing the void became more and more intense, indicating that something was approaching rapidly.

After one breath, above the exit of the gorge like a portal to the sky, the void was completely cut open from top to bottom, and then a figure in a sword robe was blasted out.

The mighty sword energy swept outward from the figure's body, and even shone in the void, dazzling thunderbolts, and the roar was earth-shattering.

But what made these monks feel infinite fear was that this figure plummeted down like a thunderbolt star, wrapped in the lightning sword intent to tear everything apart, and slammed down towards the ground fiercely.

"There is a sword cultivator who can be blasted down for nine days, who is it, this sword power is too strong!"

Moments later, the figure blasted directly into the ground of the gorge.

"boom!"

Under the deafening bang, a wave of vitality visible to the naked eye turned into a purple arc and spread out, tearing apart all the fleeing monks around.

Blood splattered the gorge!

Chapter 1807 Another one

"Boom boom boom!"

The wind and cloud are changing, the air is surging, the thunder is deafening, and the void at the exit of the Wushan Strait Ridge has completely changed in an instant.

Accompanied by the blast of the sword energy enveloping the figure, the ground suddenly cracked, and the infinitely sharp Thunder Lotus sword intent swept outwards, and countless monks around were instantly pierced into sieves by the sword intent.

"The Thunder Lotus Sword Intent is the most overbearing Thunder Lotus Sword Intent in Baolian Sword Land, run away, run away!"

While the sword intent surged wildly, an incomparably stern wailing sound came from the southward cultivator's mouth. As Zhao Yu said before, what this Fangtiandi is best at is obliterating the Luotuo of the madman.

These high-spirited monks who went south with the wings of infinity in their hearts were howling wantonly one second, and then turned into howls of incomparable fear in the next breath.

Life and death are in an instant, but for creatures shrouded in fear, there is a difference between the two!

Survival is the instinct of every living being, so when the Thunder Lotus Sword Sect was blasted into the ground from the entrance of the gorge, amidst the sword qi, the monks fled outward at the fastest speed in their lives, and at the same time they were even more miserable. The sound comes out:

"The heavens are not fair. Why do you have the sword intent to add to your body before you walk out of the gorge? I am not willing, I am not willing!"

Before the roar fell, the aftermath of the thunder and sword intent that swept outwards continued to sweep outwards, tearing apart the void while leaving a corpse in place.

No matter how fast these monks were rushing forward, they died so badly at this moment.

What happened at the end of this gorge at this time perfectly explained why gods fight and mortals suffer!

"This vast lawful sword power is not something ordinary monks can radiate, it is the Lord of the Land Gods and Immortals, and the only one in the entire Baolian Sword Land that uses thunder as its sword intent is the former Thunder Lotus Sword Sect.

The aftermath of the supernatural power continued to sweep outward, and the unbelievable voice of the monk behind came out:

"Could this person be Sword Master Thunder Lotus? Who, exactly who is it, can blast such top-notch Thunder Lotus Sword Sect directly into the ground?"

The words fell, and in the next breath, the complexions of these people continued to change wildly, and they turned around and ran back.

Because the energy ripples with the dazzling sword light, after harvesting a large number of lives, did not weaken at all, and continued to spread outwards. The screams one after another made the entire end of the foggy mountains and seas directly become a tragic place. Shura Hell.

"I can't run anymore, everyone shoots at the same time, there may be a glimmer of life!"

After the initial confusion, some monks still reacted in time, turned around and pulled out the sharp blade on the back, mobilized the vitality of the whole body, and slashed forward with the strongest supernatural power.

"Bah!"

The sound of supernatural powers blasting the air sounded, followed by more and more monks, drawing their swords and slashing out, forming a billowing wave of supernatural powers.

"Shoot, shoot quickly!"

An eager roar came out, and then more and more monks stopped retreating, turned around and blasted the strongest supernatural powers in front of them, and finally gathered everyone's strength, which was enough to suppress the aftermath of the spreading energy on the way.

The aftermath of the thunder that exploded gradually dissipated. Although the sword intent in the void still made these cultivators going south feel tingling pain all over their bodies, the ecstasy after escaping from the tiger's mouth still made all the cultivators scream up to the sky:

"I'm saved, mother, I didn't die, I survived again!"

Under the bursts of howling, everyone who came back to their senses began to look at the figure at the end of the canyon, which hit the ground.

Then in front of the carriage where Zhao Yu was, the old monk coughed, raised his head, and stared at the front where the gunpowder was everywhere, and the old voice came out:

"The Qinglian Sword Sect just joined the sect, and the Leilian Sword Sect Master here was directly blasted into the Wushanhai by someone. This shows that the core of the Taixuan Central Plains is in chaos, completely in chaos."

After the words fell, the old monk stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the white beard on his chest, and continued to murmur:

"Who is the holy one that can completely suppress the Thunder Lotus Sword Master in the Qinglian Sword Sect?"

As soon as the old monk's words fell, Wei Shunzi, the black dragon with a smile on his face, pursed his lips, and then a young voice came out:

"The entire land of Taixuan will be directly smashed down by Qinglian Sword Sect when it first joined the sect. Apart from the Holy Court, there is no other family."

After finishing speaking, Shunzi suddenly raised her head, turned her eyes from the front to the top of her head, and then said with a strange voice:

"Another one."

As soon as the words fell, the void of the canyon, which had finally regained its calm, suddenly heard an extremely piercing howl of swords.

As soon as the sound of the sword whistling came out, the monks who were already in a state of uneasy brows continued to twitch wildly, their entire bodies trembling violently, and after opening their mouths to let out a strange cry, they ran back directly.

But the landform of this canyon is like a cage on the whole, making these monks who are fleeing in a hurry have nowhere to hide.

After a short breath, the thin mist-shrouded sky at the exit of Xialing was once again torn apart by a vast force, and accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of swords, another figure fell from above.

"boom!"

And this time, the sword intent pouring out from the figure's body was no longer the scorching thunder lotus sword energy, but the ice lotus sword intent that directly froze the air.

"Crackling."

The ice lotus sword intent was raging, and the figure bombarded from above fell down like a meteor. At the same time, the monks who were fleeing backwards screamed again and again:

"Stop, stop, and rush forward. The place where this person fell is behind. Going backward is death."

Before the words fell, a large number of monks turned around again in a swarm, panicked, like a flock of weak sheep being chased by tigers and wolves.

In the next breath, the ice lotus sword intent lingered across the figure and directly crossed half of the void, approaching the ground rapidly, and under the terrified eyes, a black carriage was parked under the frost-white arc.

"not good!"

The old monk beside Shunzi opened his mouth and let out a loud shout, then he stood up, and the eager voice continued:

"Little brother, get the carriage back quickly. Another sword master-level overhaul has smashed down. With the aftermath of the thunder just now, this area will be turned into an absolute realm."

There was despair in the old man's words, and then Shunzi next to him let go of the rein in his hand, shook his head and said:

"It may be too late."

"How can this happen, how can this happen!"

An anxious murmur came out of the old monk's mouth, and at the same time, the frosty white figure lingering in the frosty sword intent slammed on the ground not far in front of the carriage without any fanfare, and there was another giant billowing sound that shook the sky. ring.

"boom!"

After the loud noise, the frost exploded outwards, and the sword intent of the frost engulfed the surrounding monks in an instant, and spread outward rapidly, attacking Zhao Yu's carriage in a mighty way.

The torrent of frost was rolling like a rush of beasts, and facing such a devastating scene, the expression of the old monk changed violently.

Then he took a deep breath, leaped to the front of the carriage with an extremely unexpected step, opened his hands, and opened his mouth to let out a roar:

"Little brother, take the carriage and retreat quickly. This strange beast pulling the carriage may be able to escape!"

Chapter 1808 Giants

"Crack Kacha!"

The intensive sound made by the Frost Sword Intent freezing the void and the ground rang in the ears of each cultivator, and at the same time shocked the minds of these ill-fated monks going south.

There are no words to describe the desperation in these monks' hearts at this moment!

Especially for the old monk standing in front of the carriage with open arms at this time, on the way across the foggy mountains and straits, he was first attacked by foggy beasts. Turning back, resulting in serious injuries, fell halfway, and was finally rescued by Zhao Yu, which can be called twists and turns.

But this is far from over. Seeing that the exit of Xialing is just ahead, the core area of ​​the entire Taixuan Central Plains is within reach.

But the endless waves rose again, and the aftermath of energy one after another, accompanied by howling sword energy, was like the mighty hand of the gods pressing down on the tide of monks, easily erasing the lives of mortals.

The cold wave containing frosty sword intent turned into an undulating tsunami, covering the old monk below and the carriage behind the old monk.

Compared with the mighty torrent of frost, the old monk and the carriage seemed so insignificant, and before the torrent of frost arrived, the bone-chilling chill had already covered the body of the old monk with dense ice. piece.

Then the old monk felt that the blood all over his body was almost completely frozen, and at the same time, his consciousness was also passing out at an extremely fast speed, and in the depths of his pupils, sharp ice needles were constantly enlarging.

An unimaginable sharpness lingers above the ice needle. It is the most powerful force that this old monk who has traveled through mountains and rivers to this place has ever encountered in his life. It can even tear himself apart thousands of times in an instant.

"Hey, the old man is still going to die here after all, it's sad and lamentable, maybe it's what he deserves!"

After the sobbing sigh fell, the old monk slowly closed his eyes, and in the end he greeted the coming of eternal darkness with a more calm attitude.

But in the next breath, the severe pain that was originally expected did not come, and his soul did not ascend into the legendary soul return to ruins, and even the solid ice that was frozen on his body began to dissipate for some reason, turning into a drop The dripping water flows down.

"Ok?"

A suspicious murmur came from the mouth of the old monk, and then he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling instantly, because directly in front of him, at some time, a huge black-colored giant appeared. wings.

On the wings, dense scales are densely covered, directly forming incomparably mysterious runes. At the same time, these runes exude a thick and thick black light, and there is a hot breath coming out of them. .

The scorching hot breath that rushed to the face melted the ice on the old monk's body, and then a horrified voice came out of the former's mouth:

"Dragon, are these dragon wings?"

After the words fell, the old monk turned his head slowly, looked at the place where the dragon wings protruded from the sky, and then he saw the hearty and enthusiastic young man before.

That is, the young man driving the carriage, with pitch-black dragon wings extending from his back, shielding the icy waves rolling in front of him from the rails, without even a trace of cold.

"Small, little brother."

Although the old monk already had the will to die, his mind was still shaken like never before. Immediately after his ears, Shunzi's still hearty voice sounded:

"In our country, what we pay attention to is to respect the old and love the young. How can we let an old man stand at the forefront in our vast country?"

After finishing speaking, Shunzi raised his right hand and clenched his fist, which was shrouded in a faint black light, and punched directly at the frozen iceberg in front of him.

"Boom!"

With one punch, the frost was completely shattered, and the entire cold wave mountain covered with icicles began to shatter, crackling, and a road directly leading to the exit of the canyon in front appeared.

"Xiao Huang, keep moving forward."

After Shunzi's young voice fell, Longxiang Ma Xiaohuang raised his head and snorted, pulled the carriage, and continued to move forward along the road blasted by Shunzi's punch.

In the ice on both sides of the carriage, there is a sharp sword aura. As Xiao Huang stepped forward, the sword aura seemed to sense someone's intrusion, and suddenly began to howl, and then condensed into one frost handle after another. sword.

The Frost Sword hovered in the air, and there was even a scream, as if it was warning people not to approach any further, but Long Xiaoma Xiaohuang, known as the Little Overlord of the Small World of the Floating Island, was undoubtedly a violent person, so naturally he was not to be outdone, and opened his mouth It was a low growl:

"hiss!"

The mighty roar of the dragon came out, and after a trembling of the surrounding ice swords, they whizzed and stabbed at the carriage.

"Pfft."

The corners of Xiao Huang's mouth were grinning, revealing an extremely disdainful expression, the horns of the spiral dragon on top of his head flickered, the opened mouth was getting bigger and bigger, the sharp fangs were shining coldly, and there was a sharp slam towards the front One suck.

In the next breath, the ice swords whizzing forward were directly sucked into Xiao Huang's mouth in one gulp, and there was a creepy clicking sound as he chewed.

In just a few short breaths, Xiao Huang swallowed all the Frost Sword Intent into his stomach, and then the former opened his mouth and hiccupped with a cold air, his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

The next breath after the Frost Sword Intent was completely devoured, all the icebergs in the entire canyon began to disappear, and then the carriage continued to move forward, slowly stopping in front of the figure that was blasted into the ground.

Then the curtain of the carriage was pulled open by one hand, and two young men walked out of it. After a breath, Sima Annan, who was dressed in white clothes, slowly lowered his head, staring at the violently fluctuating Ice Lotus Sword Master below, and said:

"Your Majesty, it seems that the land of Baolian Sword has been pierced by the holy court."

"This holy court looks very angry."

After the voice fell, Zhao Yu's dark eyes seemed to see the alien law lingering outside the body of Sword Master Binglian below, and the steady emperor's voice continued to say:

"The holy court has another overhaul at the level of the ten philosophers of the Martial Palace, and his ranking is high, and his strength is very strong, and he may even surpass Bo Ting."