Lord Hong

Even in the Great Thousand Realm, in the Luoxiao Hall, which is famous for its "line of the world god system", monks of the world god system are extremely rare.

Like now on the viewing platform that is hundreds of miles long, among the millions of immortal cultivators, there are enough people who have passed the realm of myriad spirits.

But the monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness can count them with a single slap.

"A cultivator of the world god system?" The thin purple-robed young man's eyes were equally astonished, and a trace of murderous intent emerged immediately: "No wonder you are so bold, but let alone a cultivator in the realm of spiritual consciousness, you have to bow your head even if you are in the realm of the cave."

"This is the world of my Luoxiao Palace!"

The thin purple-robed youth sneered, his voice changed suddenly, with a trace of panic: "Uncle Wu Shi, there are loose cultivators who want to kill!"

The voice of the thin purple-robed youth contained real essence, and with a third of fear, it spread mightily in the vast 'Luoxiao Square', directly covering up other, noisy voices.

"what's the situation?"

"Scattered cultivators kill people?"

"It seems to be really moving."

"It's a cultivator in the realm of spiritual consciousness. I have something good to see today."

In an instant, there was an uproar, and hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators looked at the left and right sides of the viewing platform, dozens of floors up and down.

There was a little excitement in the eyes of countless cultivators who came to watch the battle.

Come to watch the battle, isn't it just to watch the excitement?

"Boy, you are strong, but you dare to attack in the Zongmen headquarters. Today, you will lose your skin if you don't die!" The thin purple-robed youth stared at Yunhong and the short-bearded man as if he was looking at the dead.

"Fellow Daoist, what should we do?" The short-bearded man felt more and more panicked as he felt countless gazes from all directions on the viewing platform.

He really didn't expect it.

In a short period of time, things will go to such a degree.

"Don't be alarmed." Yun Hong said indifferently, but his eyes fell on the thin purple-robed youth: "You said I want to kill you?"

"Okay!" Yun Hong smiled slightly.

slap~

Yunhong's pure white arm, which was only holding two purple ropes, jerked suddenly, and the two purple ropes moved instantly, as if they were Yunhong's magic weapon, and they were extremely strange, directly piercing through a void.

"Tear~" It was too fast, and the rope was too close.

The thin purple-robed young man and his two companions didn't react at all, and the two purple ropes were already whipped over.

"Pong!"

The heads of the three were struck in an instant, and they flew backwards from the blows. Blood spattered, and they fell headfirst into the aisle beside them.

too fast!

From the beginning to the end, no one in the thousands of spiritual realms present could see clearly, only felt a flash of lightning, and the three of them had already slammed to the end, their heads were covered with blood.

Silent.

The ordinary immortal cultivators in the distance didn't understand, but they all felt chills in the spiritual realm, and they all looked at Yunhong in shock.

This method seems simple.

But that terrifying attack speed didn't affect the ground of the surrounding seats at all. In the end, it only caused the three people's heads to fall to the ground without hurting their lives. This meticulous control is like a ghost.

"you……"

"how is this possible."

"This!" The three thin and purple-robed youths stood up, ignoring the blood flowing, but looking at Yunhong in horror.

Although they are arrogant and arrogant, they are also cultivators in the realm of spiritual consciousness, and they have been carefully cultivated by the sect since they were young, so they still have good eyesight. Naturally, they understand that Yun Hong's attack just now represents a design.

Kicked the iron plate.

This is a person who can really take their lives with a snap of his hands!

"You say, if I want to kill you, will you still be alive?" Yun Hong asked lightly.

There was a complete silence all around, and all the spiritual realms present were shocked and speechless.

"Bold! How dare you commit crimes in our sect!" A violent shout suddenly sounded from the sky, and a powerful pressure instantly rushed in all directions.

"Whoa~"

The wildly dancing storm was released suddenly, and at the same time, cyan flying swords emerged with the strong wind, and each flying sword was covered with palpitating secret patterns.

A pair of flying swords seemed to turn into a gust of wind, and seemed to blend into the gust of wind, scattered in the surrounding sky and earth.

All of a sudden, everything in the vast Luoxiao Square turned into a blue world of wind!

This is—the Purple Mansion Domain!

"So powerful."

"This is...the realm of the Purple Mansion, and it's the cultivators of the Purple Mansion! It's the protector of the Purple Mansion from the Luoxiao Temple who made the move." The hundreds of thousands of ordinary immortal cultivators who watched the battle felt the powerful oppression brought by the overwhelming realm, and all of them turned pale.

But there are also many immortal cultivators with hidden excitement in their eyes.

Even if you live in Luoxiao City, a first-level prefecture, it is very rare to see a cultivator from Zifu make a move!

The immortal cultivators in other areas of the viewing platform only felt part of the coercion.

Facing the highest viewing platform area in the Purple Mansion, thousands of monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness all changed their faces.

There is no particularly powerful war fortress, and no special battle formations are formed.

The cultivator in the spiritual realm faced the cultivator in the Zifu.

Usually it's just a one-sided massacre.

Of course, if the thousands of spiritual consciousness here attack at the same time, the cultivators of the Zifu will also retreat, but is it possible?

For a while, the viewing platform was quiet, and almost all the cultivators in the spiritual realm lowered their heads, not daring to face the anger of the approaching cultivators from the Zifu.

"Uncle Wu."

"Guardian Wu, help!" The eyes of the three thin, purple-robed youths suddenly showed hope.

But almost instantly.

The faces of the three of them, and many monks in the spiritual realm present, changed. They discovered that the extremely powerful Zifu domain could not invade Yunhong's radius of ten feet.

The short-bearded man on the side also stared blankly at Yunhong.

What kind of monster did I know?

Like throwing garbage, Yunhong threw the two purple ropes in his hands aside, took a step forward and flew a hundred feet, looking at the depths covered by the strong wind, he said calmly: "Come out!"

call!

As the wind howled, a big man in black robe stood ten miles away, he was the monk who presided over the battle just now.

There were blue flying swords floating around him, staring at Yunhong, and said coldly: "How dare you hurt my sect's disciples at the headquarters of Luoxiao Palace, cultivator of Zifu? Or cultivator of Dongtian?"

"It was he who wronged me first." Yun Hong said lightly.

"Hmph, what a joke, is it reasonable to interfere with my sect's general election and hurt my sect's disciples?" The black-robed man sneered and said, "My Luoxiao Palace is not a place where you are rampant, should you go to the Punishment Peak by yourself, or should I accompany you? "

"Is that what you do in Luoxiao Temple?" Yun Hong frowned slightly.

"You teach me?" There was a trace of coldness in the eyes of the black-robed man: "If you just arrest me, I will give you a reason when the matter is found out!"

Yun Hong shook his head lightly.

"It seems that I want to accompany you to the Punishment Peak." Anger flashed in the eyes of the big man in black.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

A pair of cyan flying swords instantly turned into gusts of wind, whistling across the sky to kill Yunhong.

"So fast."

"As expected of a cultivator in the Purple Mansion."

"Can the green-robed youth stop it?" The faces of many monks who were far away from the spiritual realm changed slightly.

"kill him."

"Uncle Martial Arts, kill him." The three thin, purple-robed youths were extremely excited, staring at the howling wind.

"This! This!" The short-bearded man standing behind Yunhong turned pale. It was too fast, and a gust of wind could kill him.

Only Yunhong was extremely calm.

"Among the cultivators in the Purple Mansion, it's pretty good." Yun Hong calmly looked at the dozens of gusts of wind that struck and killed him.

"pity."

"The real wind." Yun Hong shook his head to himself, "It's not like this!"

next moment.

Yun Hong stepped out again, as if merging into the wind, he instantly passed through more than ten gusts of wind.

"I'll teach you!" An ordinary Taoist flying sword appeared in Yunhong's palm.

wow~

A flash of sword light lit up, like electricity, like mist, and even more like a gust of wind, brushing past the ear of the big man in black robe, and passing through Baili.

The sword light dissipated.

"Boom~" The originally mighty wind field collapsed directly.

Chapter 113

rumbling~

The seemingly ordinary sword directly pierced through the void of a hundred miles, causing the Zifu domain covering a radius of nearly a hundred miles to collapse.

A top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword that was originally hidden in the strong wind of the field fell to the ground.

All dissipated.

Calm down completely.

High in the sky, the big man in black robe stared wide-eyed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and looked at Yunhong, who was still ordinary ten miles away, in horror.

Just now, the sword light passing by his ear really terrified him.

Only three feet away.

If the sword light moved another three feet to the left, it would directly penetrate his head and even destroy his body.

This sword is too fast.

This sword is too sharp.

All around the world, there was even more silence. Whether it was the numerous monks in the spiritual realm at the highest point of the viewing platform, or the hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators watching the battle further away, they all watched this scene in shock.

It's heartbreaking.

Originally, everyone thought that there would be a fierce battle between Yunhong and the black-robed man, but never thought that there was only one sword.

The aloof Luoxiaozong Dharma protector was defeated.

There is no suspense about losing.

"This." The short-bearded man was astonished.

He stared blankly at Yun Hong who was standing in the sky not far away. Until now, how could he still not understand that Yun Hong was hiding his true cultivation?

"Is it real Xingchen?" The short-bearded man was shocked, and secretly guessed: "I actually had a good conversation with a real Xingchen?"

To him, it all seemed like a dream.

"Uncle Martial Master..."

"Who is this green-robed youth?" The three thin purple-robed youths were even more terrified and fearful.

Although their realm is not high enough, but they are close enough to feel the terrifying power contained in this sword. This is a sword technique beyond their imagination.

Especially the thin young man in purple robe.

He was usually quite arrogant, but he never expected that a trivial matter would escalate to such a point that it was almost impossible to end.

"How to do?"