My wife is the sect leader

In this world, masters come forth in large numbers, and there are countless capable people. Excluding some thousand-year-old bastards hiding at the bottom of the river, there are only one or two masters in the realm of five qi, and the master of four qi can be said to be the top of the world today.

The entire deep lake was trembling, and the sky and the earth were shaking.

The lake was turbulent, roaring angrily as if it had turned into a giant beast.

The boundless land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity and singing!

The next moment, all the swords turned into nothingness, only the Peach Blossom Sword in Lou Xiangzhen's hand was still there, his body and the sword merged into a cold light, and he hurried towards the moon disk.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, as if a whale swallowed a vast territory.

Intimidated by that Fenghan Wushuang's sword energy, Yuepan's aura unexpectedly began to decline.

"not good!?"

Seeing this, Ling Yuanjing's expression changed drastically.

There was also a touch of surprise in Xiao Qianqiu's calm eyes, and then he was sure, a mouthful of blood spurted out and turned into thick blood, which directly merged into the magic mirror in his hand.

In the next moment, a surge of power that made everyone's hearts palpitate surged.

The breath of vicissitudes seemed to come from an ancient place.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Xiao Qianqiu.

The phantom was dressed in a white robe, wearing a Taoist temple on his head, holding a floating dust in his hand, and a sword on his back.

"Xuanmen Patriarch!?"

Looking at the man, Luo Chongyang felt very familiar, as if he had seen him in Tianzun Palace before, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

"Who is this?"

Feng Lingyue raised her brows, with a trace of astonishment in her eyes.

And at the moment when the phantom appeared, the aura of Tianzun's magic mirror rose sharply, and the aura under the moon plate also exploded and surged down.

"Whether it is the Patriarch of Xuanmen or the emperor of the world, no one can stop me today."

Lou Xiang shouted loudly, and the power of the sword unexpectedly surged here, and the peach blossom sword in his hand seemed to be distorted under the impact.

At that moment, the past is all in front of my eyes like smoke, seventy years of ups and downs, a turbulent life.

Lou Xiangzhen's life has been full of ups and downs, wonderful and lonely.

Sing wine, life should be like this.

Today, I will pierce a hole with a sword and be a man of the world for a while.

An Jing watched the scene quietly without speaking.

The light of the sword frightened the cold, the sky and the earth were silent, and it rushed straight to the sky.

The whole world was divided into two halves, half of which were countless sword lights, and half of which were Taoists in white.

As the stars move, the mountains and rivers shake.

The ground beneath his feet trembled.

Everyone was holding their breath, not daring to blink their eyes.

The next moment, the sword Qi that I saw was like an abyss, piercing the moon disk Qi machine.

"Crack!"

The phantom of the Patriarch of Xuanmen burst instantly, and the bundle on Xiao Qianqiu's head also shattered, and the strands of hair flying all over the sky kept flying.

A long sword rushed forward, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiao Qianqiu's eyebrows.

Blood flowed down between the brows, spreading on Xiao Qianqiu's nose and neck.

The world was silent, and everyone's expressions were dull.

Xiao Qianqiu's calm pupils were also slightly startled. At that moment, life and death were converging, and this kind of wandering gave him a new understanding deep in his heart.

That feeling was very strange, so strange that he forgot who he was and what he would do.

Even forgetting that a sword was right in front of him.

And Lou Xiangzhen's face was also pale, like a piece of paper, but his hand didn't have any strength, and the tip of the sword rested on Xiao Qianqiu's forehead, which was all the support of his body.

As long as Xiao Qianqiu takes a step back, he may fall into the deep lake and drown.

"hiss---!"

Seeing the phantom of the Xuanmen Patriarch shattered, Luo Chongyang took a deep breath, and couldn't help thinking of the Xuanmen Patriarch's legacy, and murmured to himself: "The day when the Heavenly Venerable Dharma Mirror is broken, it will be the time for the Xuanmen Patriarch to return. Will the Patriarch of Xuanmen come back again?"

"Teacher!?"

At this moment, a loud shout sounded.

Seeing this, Song Chengbiao, the Zhenyi Sect, rushed straight up the Yuanhu Lake, but his eyes were fixed on the building Xiangzhen.

"Senior Brother Xiao!"

Seeing this, the rest of the Zhenyi Sect masters left quickly.

"Tom!"

"Roar!"

As the water wave burst away, a dragon chant sounded in an instant, and a black dragon came out of the deep lake quickly, and then opened its bloody mouth.

Song Chengbiao, who was a half-step master, was devoured by him in one bite.

"not good!"

Seeing this, Ling Yuanjing and Sima Changlin's expressions changed drastically, and their bodies paused slightly.

All the masters present were stunned when they saw this terrifying scene. Then Song Chengbiao, one of the four masters of the Zhenyi Sect, was actually swallowed alive by the black flood dragon?

What a terrifying existence this is! ?

An Jing's body jumped and landed on Hei Jiao's back, and then he grabbed Lou Xiangzhen's clothes.

The black flood dragon let out a low growl, and walked against the sky, disappearing above the deep lake in just one breath.

Only Xiao Qianqiu, with disheveled hair and messy face, was left with blood on his face.

..........

Chapter 166

On the deep lake.

Xiao Qianqiu quietly looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, as if lost in thought.

Simple to complex is the experience of the first half of life, and complicated to simple is the practice of the second half of life.

From the avenue to simplicity, the avenue is silent.

At that moment, he was blessed to the heart.

The light of the Tianzun Dharma Mirror in the palm of the hand dissipated, and it was obvious that it could not be used in a short time.

"Senior Brother Xiao, are you okay!?"

Ling Yuanjing walked over quickly and asked.

"fine."

Xiao Qianqiu shook his head and sighed softly: "Just now Junior Brother Song was swallowed by the evil dragon, and my breath was broken, so I couldn't stop it."

The black flood dragon rushed out, he saw that he had more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Both Ling Yuanjing and Sima Changlin looked sad. In the blink of an eye, the brothers who had been together for decades died before their eyes, not even leaving their bodies behind.

"Brother, who will win between you and Lou Xiangzhen?"

Sima Changlin asked.

At the last moment, the tip of Lou Xiangzhen's sword touched Xiao Qianqiu's eyebrows. If he pushed that step forward again, he didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking——

Did Xiao Qianqiu really lose? !

"Win or lose, it doesn't matter anymore."

Finally retracting his gaze, Xiao Qianqiu smiled lightly, the smile was deep but unknown, and he shook his head again, "Let's go."

Saying that, Xiao Qianqiu flew away towards the distance.

Ling Yuanjing and Sima Changlin looked at each other.

It is also a quick step to keep up.

Jia Shiwu noticed that the man wearing the bamboo hat beside him had not spoken, so he couldn't help but said, "My lord......"

"Lou Xiangzhen, Lou Xiangzhen, why did this happen?"

The man in the bamboo hat shook his head, and then stopped talking.

"Old Ancestor, who wins and who loses?"

Wudu Langjun showed doubts on his face, and looked at Feng Lingyue with a serious face.

Although Xiao Qianqiu had blood on his face and looked embarrassed, he seemed to have been severely injured, but he was still able to use his body skills on the lake, which showed that he had not yet reached the posture of Stranger Things, but Lou Xiangzhen...

"Let Lou Xiangzhen win."

Feng Lingyue sighed, who wins and who loses, everyone has their own ideas in their hearts, after all, in the life and death struggle in the eyes of everyone, no one died.

Luo Chongyang looked at Xiao Qianqiu's back, and said in his heart: "Xiao Qianqiu's general situation is broken, it may not be a bad thing for him, it may be sublimated to the extreme!"

Xiao Qianqiu is young and mature, with a detached state of mind. Since his debut, he has always been a leader of the young generation, far surpassing his peers.

Such a character is a first-class and peerless figure in any era.

Now Lou Xiangzhen's sword seems to have broken his momentum, but it also gave Xiao Qianqiu a glimmer of life.

Taoism follows nature, and what cannot be broken cannot be established.

If established, how terrifying would Xiao Qianqiu be?

"Let's go."

On the carriage, Zhao Chongyin said slowly.

"Yes."

Aunt Bai nodded, and then the wheels of the car sounded, and they headed for the distance, gradually drifting away.

It took Wang Yue a long time to come back to his senses. He didn't say anything, but turned around and left. The masters of the Blue River Sect looked at each other and followed behind him.

Between the heaven and the earth, the masters of the four directions were all in admiration. This battle made them feel a lot of emotion. The two masters of the world fought against each other, but it was so earth-shattering that everyone left after a long time.

Yuanhu became calm again, except for a white-haired old man who stayed there for a long time and refused to leave.

The white-haired old man looked at the calm lake, as if dreaming half his life back, feeling a lot of emotion, couldn't help but murmured: "Who knows me in the world, I have passed through the sky several times with one sword."

...........

Canglang River, sunset.

Cang waves stretch thousands of miles at a glance, and the waves are rolling.

The Canglang River comes from the endless East China Sea, and it runs continuously across Yunhua Road, Lingnan Road, and Beihuang Road is its end.

This river passes through high mountains, circles plains, flies through canyons, leaps over hills, roars and rushes, embraces countless steep mountains and high mountains, and is magnificent.

The black dragon was lying on the Canglang River, and the surrounding river water seemed to have a spirit, and under the control of the black dragon, it formed a series of water curtains.

As the sun set, the river was covered with a halo, and everything in the world became silent at this moment.

Lou Xiangzhen stuck the peach blossom sword in his hand by the river, his whole body seemed to be leaning on the hilt of the sword, his face was extremely pale, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground, seeping into the soil.

An Jing looked at Lou Xiangzhen in front of him. This is the first time that Lou Xiangzhen, who kills the master with two swords and is the number one master in the Yan Jianghu, is so embarrassed.

"They won't catch up." An Jing said beside him.

Lou Xiangzhen stretched out his hand and touched the blood on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't catch up, Song Chengbiao was swallowed by your black flood dragon, Xiao Qianqiu is also injured, they will definitely not catch up."

An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let me heal your injuries first."

Lou Xiang shook his head and looked into the distance. His appearance no longer looked like a sword fairy who has been famous for decades, but more like an ordinary old man.