[Xiu Xian] The little cute master who has a headache every day

As soon as they fought, these orthodox monks were taken aback.

"How do you know my Nine Heavens Phoenix Dance from Tianhua Gate?!"

"This, this is the cloud covering the sky?!"

A similar exclamation came, with the same horror.

The reason why the top-rank sect can stand upright and pass on for thousands of years is inseparable from the secret method of the sect.Some high-level techniques can even be practiced only by the core disciples of the school.But right now, what these weird men in black used turned out to be the untold secrets of various sects of the righteous way.

Just when everyone was caught in a melee, and even the towering Panlong Column was mostly destroyed by the remaining power of fighting skills, a sword intent that pierced the soul suddenly appeared, forcing dozens of black-clothed men back with just one strike.The black hood was shredded by the sword intent, finally revealing the hidden face.

Coincidentally, the camouflage of the men in black was broken one after another.

And the people who saw those real faces were stunned——

"why you?!"

The face under the hood was a face they were all too familiar with.There are brothers who have been with them for many years, but it is a pity that they disappeared during the training.There are also apprentices and nephews who should have been cultivating in the gate, but at this moment, they are gathered here, following the wolf demon king, intending to get their hands on the Tianhua Gate and harm the new talents of the righteous way.

Could it be that they were spies who were inserted into the sect by the Yaozu early in the morning?

After a moment of panic, they quickly calmed down.

Although these men in black struck ruthlessly, their eyes were empty and there was no expression at all.The most shocking thing is that under the pale skin of these people, there are blue bugs wriggling underneath.

"Naughty animal! What did you do to my senior brother/apprentice?!"

Yan Lie had no time to pay attention to those people's loud questioning, when that sword intent appeared, he felt that the wolf hair on the back of his neck was about to stand on end, trembling with fear.

The cultivation base of the Mahayana period is definitely the top of the food chain, coupled with the natural advantages of the demon cultivator, the fur is better than the high-grade spiritual weapon level robes, and it will take a long time to hurt its magic weapon.

But sword repair is different.

The sword intent of a sword cultivator, especially this kind of sword intent with great achievements, is invincible without any treasure, and it is the most deceitful.

Yan Lie's eyes swept away, and he was stunned.

The person who was so full of sword intent that he couldn't help but be frightened was actually a little ghost in the Nascent Soul Stage!

Yan Lie slowly opened his mouth wide, and looked at the white-haired man on the Hongqiao in a daze, holding a child in one hand and a long sword in the other, who could even split a Nascent Soul subordinate in half with one sword. It took a long time to close the big mouth.

Nima, if I knew there was a sword cultivator with great sword intent, he would definitely change places with that dead bird!

Caught off guard, Yan Lie was whipped by Yunyan's thorny long whip, and he couldn't help but "嗤", and turned around to give Yunyan a paw.

Yun Yan also woke up Yan Lie at that moment - so what if the sword intent is perfect.That's just a kid in the Nascent Soul stage, but he's a demon cultivator in the Mahayana stage. He's a few big realms behind. How can he still be afraid of a kid?

The most important thing is that if he can kill a sword cultivator with great sword intent here, regardless of whether that kid's cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul stage or not, it will definitely be a great credit.If His Majesty learns about this, he will definitely look at him differently!

At that time, the face of the dead bird must be pretty.

The more Yan Lie thought about it, the happier he was, his golden beast eyes gleamed, and he really wished that that swordsman was right in front of him, so he could bite him to death.Compared with that great achievement, he was a little bored watching Lord Yunyan's endless fight, and immediately howled, a few subordinates in the early stage of Dongxu rushed towards Yunyan, and his arms directly turned into animal form, and grabbed her. Yunyan's thorn and vine whip.

At the same time, more black-clothed men rushed towards the white-haired young man—he must not be allowed to escape before Yan Lie personally took action to finish him off.

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There is no fancy sword move, and it will not trigger a shocking aura, it is just an ordinary sword, a simple "slash" movement, but a man in black in the Nascent Soul stage is raised from the purple mansion between the eyebrows. , from top to bottom, split his whole body in two, even Yuanying couldn't escape, screaming and turning into powder.

The sword is naturally a good sword, the body of the sword is as clear as autumn water, although it can't be judged to be high-grade, it must at least be a high-grade spiritual weapon.But the most shocking thing is the tiny light attached to the blade, which is extremely cold, extremely cold, like a tarsal maggot, as long as it touches it, it will be fatal.

That was the sword intent, which belonged to the Dacheng sword intent of Xuan Yu, the grand elder of Wan Jianzong.

If Mo Yu was unknown before today, then after today, no one in the world would recognize this young but highly senior elder of Wan Jianzong.

At this time, Mo Yu's eyebrows were full of coldness.

He is in a bad mood.

Mo Yu was not hesitant to show off his strength in front of Mu Xuanying, but that didn't include the murderous intent and evil spirit all over his body.Thinking of the possible pressure on Mu Xuanying in front of him, Mo Yu pursed his lips tightly, and the non-language sword in his hand became more and more fierce, basically one sword at a time, trying to use the coldness contained in the sword to separate the body and Yuan. The baby is frozen together, so that when he goes down with the sword, the body of the baby is smashed together without blood splashing.

Obviously, Mo Yu's swordsmanship made the monks who were originally in the same camp terrified, and even subconsciously stayed away.

Mu Xuanying was wrapped in a cloak and held in Mo Yu's arms, with his arms around Mo Yu's neck, trying to reduce the pressure on the arms around his waist.Mu Xuanying bit her lip, her little face tensed up.

The city gate caught fire, and it even affected the fish in the pond.Nowadays, thousands of monks are fighting for life and death, and the sound of spirit energy exploding can be heard from time to time. Being here, it is even difficult for those with low cultivation to breathe.Mu Xuanying's cultivation level is the lowest, even if Mo Yu intends to defend him with his aura, Mo Yu's own cold sword intent still has some influence on him.

But Mu Xuanying's teeth were clenched tightly, and her chin rested on Mo Yu's shoulder. Even though the true essence in her body was overwhelming, she still didn't say a word.

He couldn't help Mo Yu and join hands to fight against the enemy. What he could do was try not to distract Mo Yu and hurt them.

Naturally, it was impossible for Mo Yu not to be injured.

There was a poisoned arrow stuck in his back, and he was slashed severely on his arm, the bones were visible deep, and the blackened blood almost dyed him into a blood man. His palm holding the non-language sword was still strong , the sword intent is not weak but strong.

Little by little, the streams converge into the ocean, and the hazy drizzle turns into snow falling quietly from the sky.Quiet and silent, burying the whole world.

Mo Yu had never been so awake before.

What fills this world is not vertical and horizontal spiritual energy, not gorgeous moves, but various emotions.

There is vigilance, fear, killing intent, hatred, and more... worry.

He can even vaguely feel what kind of thoughts are turning in the minds of the masters of these emotions.

Mo Yu didn't even look at his current appearance with the water mirror technique to know that his current appearance must be more terrifying than those evil cultivators.

But so what.

What he cares about is now in his arms, the warmth on his chest is enough to overcome, the world is like frost, and God's will is like a knife.

Mo Yu suddenly laughed softly, his laughter was not loud, even very insignificant in the current battlefield.

But everyone heard it.

【What is positive...】

Mo Yu's lips moved, obviously there was no sound, but this sentence resounded quietly in everyone's heart.

【What is evil...】

If they could mistake the first sentence for an auditory hallucination, then at this time, the sound that sounded again was enough to startle them.

If they read correctly, this is... an epiphany? !

Before they had time to express their astonishment, everyone felt that the surroundings suddenly became cold.The exhaled air was frozen into ice, the true essence gradually condensed, and fine frost condensed on the eyelashes.

[Good and evil in the world, black and white...]

Above the Tianhuamen, in the iron-gray clouds, the snow is like a butterfly, slowly falling.Surprisingly, everyone used aura to protect their bodies, which should be invulnerable to water and fire, but the snow ignored the defensive aura and slowly fell on everyone.

【However, water from the same source...】

As soon as Xuefu fell on his shoulders, some monks shivered and exclaimed: "This is not snow, this, this is condensed sword intent!"

It hurts terribly when it is lightly touched, it is worthy of being a sword repairer.