Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

"Ah Yu!" Xia Yingxian almost instinctively stood in front of Gu Jingyu.

The palm wind stopped suddenly, and although the woman was controlled, she was still visibly sluggish.

Gu Jingyu seized the gap and immediately raised his sword to face each other, strangling the woman.

The awe-inspiring sword intent filled the room, even stronger than when he strangled the hidden guard of the Demon Sect just now, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly.

Pei Muzhi and Zhen Ziang joined the battle without hesitation.

I don't know if it's because the woman still has a sliver of self-awareness to resist, but the three of them teamed up to face the half-step opponent, but they didn't lose.

Heiying sensed the familiar and fearful sword intent, and asked inconceivably, "Who taught you the sword?"

While defending against the enemy, Gu Jingyu said in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with you?" When he said that, he caught a glimpse of Xia Yingxian from the corner of his eye, and saw the latter holding his chest and retreating repeatedly, showing a painful look on his face.

He immediately realized that Qu Ziming's distraction was too powerful for Xia Yingxian, who had no cultivation base. If he was an ordinary person, he would have fainted by now.

He hurriedly said to Pei Muzhi: "Take Master and Uncle, I will stop them."

The latter immediately turned over and withdrew from the battle, pulled Xia Yingxian up and was about to leave, but saw a black shadow attacking from behind him, piercing his chest like a sharp knife, and blood gushing out instantly.

Xia Yingxian's eyes widened, and she hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but Pei Muzhi fell into his arms lightly like a piece of paper.

"Senior Brother Pei!" Gu Jingyu exclaimed, his heart tightened instantly, and anger ignited between his brows.

But as soon as the words fell, another arrow-like black shadow pierced through Xia Yingxian's abdomen in the blink of an eye.

"Want to go?"

"Qu Ziming" sneered and said, "Little ghost, you don't think that my distraction is just a thought."

The intangible black shadow has solidified at some point, "Your sword intent is very strong, but it's a pity that your cultivation is far from home."

bang bang-

Seeing the gurgling blood flowing out from under Xia Yingxian's body, Gu Jingyu's breathing became short of breath and his heart beat violently.

"Uncle... Grandfather..."

The two who fell to the ground were breathless and motionless.

Gu Jingyu's eyes were red, his brain was buzzing, his legs seemed to be clamped by something, and he couldn't move an inch.

Immortal Yi Ling, who was attacking Zhen Ziang, also paused at this time, her pupils dilated instantly, she looked at Xia Yingxian blankly, as if she had broken through some kind of shackles, and said with difficulty from her throat: "Zhao Ye...don't... ..."

"Junior brother!" Yen Ziang shouted loudly, "Don't just stand still! Go!"

There was no time to react, and the black figure drew his sword out of thin air and swung it at Gu Jingyu.

In the blink of an eye, Zhen Ziang flew up, only to hear the sound of clang, he blocked the black shadow's attack with his horizontal sword, but when he caught it, he was shocked by the majestic energy and fell straight out of the pavilion door .

His body crashed into the fence, and fell from the sky accompanied by blood.

Gu Jingyu finally came back to his senses, his heartache and bewilderment instantly turned into monstrous anger.

"Qu, Zi, Ming!" He gritted his teeth and yelled angrily, swiping his sword and slashing at the shadow.

Under the impetus of his strong will, this sword forcibly broke through the limitations of his body's cultivation, and unexpectedly used [-]% of his spiritual state.

The moment the sword intent was released, the black shadow felt great fear, and this fear was transmitted from the distraction to the main body. On the distant battlefield of Zongyun Peak, Qu Ziming shuddered all over and froze for a moment.

The entire attic collapsed in an instant.

Gu Jingyu carried Xia Yingxian and Pei Muzhi in the blink of an eye, and floated down on the stone steps outside the building.

boom--

In just a few breaths, the seven-storey building turned into dust, sending dust all over the sky.

Under the ruined walls, the black shadow was instantly scattered by the awe-inspiring sword energy, and Immortal Yi Ling was also impacted by the aftermath, and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

If Gu Jingyu was in full bloom, this sword should be able to cut through the void.

Heavy breathing sounded, and Gu Jingyu could almost hear the sound of the shattering of the spiritual veins in his body. No matter what, the Jindanqi's physical body could not bear the power of his soul.

Severe colic hit her, and a fishy-sweet hot stream rushed up her throat, staining her pale lips red, making her look extraordinarily bright and eye-catching.

The golden core in the Sea of ​​Consciousness shattered suddenly, turned into stars and scattered in the meridians, he suddenly felt dizzy, then his heels went limp, and he staggered.

It was pitch black in front of him, and he felt as if he had fallen into a cool embrace, and at the same time, he faintly smelled a familiar cold rosin.

But his brain was already unable to think, and he couldn't pull up any strength, so he could only let himself go limp, and then fell into a faint.

Impacted by the aftermath of the sword energy, Immortal Yiling's soul seemed to be swept by the winter hurricane, sweeping away all the haze.

The Lingtai, which was originally muddled, suddenly became clear.

She endured the severe pain of broken meridians, and struggled to stand up. In the dusty sky full of bloody smell, she saw a blue and white figure.

The long-lasting wind carried by the aftermath of the sword energy lifted the hem of the man's clothes, flying around.

She had a splitting headache and blurred vision, but even so, she recognized the man at a glance, her heart was beating wildly, this time it was not an illusion, it was real——Qiu Zhaoye.

But she didn't dare to call out that name, because the illusion was shattered, her consciousness was revived, and memories flooded into her mind like a flood, and she remembered them all.

She turned pale and trembled, fearing that Qiu Zhaoye would discover the heinous things she had done.

But the other party didn't even look at her.

The man in the blue shirt just hugged a young man horizontally, and his eyes, which were always like a deep pool of stagnant water, revealed a feeling she had never seen before.

In that affection, there seemed to be a trace of anger, a trace of hesitation, and a trace of love and pity.

When the last word came to mind, the woman was startled.

why?

Why did Qiu Zhaoye show such an expression to him?

A strong pain and jealousy occupied her consciousness, who is that boy?

Relying on this jealousy, she struggled to get up, tried to get closer to the man in green shirt, so that the man could see her, but after sweeping his eyes away from the mess, the figure flew up into the clouds with the young man in his arms, without looking back. Disappeared among the clouds.

On the battlefield at Zongyun Peak, the sound of fighting resounded through the sky.

Not long ago, the magic sound stopped, and the magic seeds in everyone's consciousness completely dissipated after the player gave up control, and thus, the cultivation base gradually recovered.

However, due to the severe loss of vitality in the previous battle, and at the same time a large number of monks withdrew under the cover of their respective Patriarchs or Immortal Heads after tearing open the gap in the formation, the remaining monks were still fighting hard.

Shan Zhenren was already on the verge of breaking through the limit due to a large number of burning souls before.

However, in order to protect their own disciples, as well as many other sects that had not yet had time to retreat, they still stood firm at the gap.

But Wan Mingxuan fled with his men after breaking through the formation wall. As the host of the Dengchen Conference, he put all participating factions in danger and ignored it, and Qu Ziming didn't seem to have any intention of chasing them.

After sensing that he was distracted and returned to his place, Qu Ziming suddenly had doubts and at the same time had an ominous premonition. He could not delay any longer, and was about to wipe out the remaining monks in the field in one fell swoop.

But as soon as the shadow under his feet expanded by an inch, he felt a majestic and incomparable aura pressing down on him, making his breathing stagnant.

The coercion soared into the air, shaking him, a great power of transformation, could not help but tremble all over.

"It was you who killed my Sword Sect disciple?"

The voice was forcefully poured into my mind like the reverberation of a bell.

Qiu Zhenren's eyes lit up, "Sect Master!"

The savior came, Shan Zhenren's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Qu Ziming's eyes flickered, and he forced himself to be calm and sneered and said, "It's a pity that I didn't kill your Wuji Sword Sect. Just wait, this day will come sooner or later!"

He thought that with his own cultivation, he could at least survive a few tricks under Qiu Zhaoye's hands, but he didn't expect that the coercion of the colossus made his knees weak, the cold light flew towards the sky, and the tip of the sword reached the center of his eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

He immediately retracted his figure and turned into a cloud of black smoke to escape, but was overturned to the ground by a force of energy in mid-air.

"escape?"

The voice was as clear as a spring hitting a stone, but it carried a chilling aura.

From this word alone, Shan Zhenren could hear Qiu Zhaoye's monstrous anger, which made him feel scared instinctively.

The suzerain, who has always been calm and calm like water, would actually get angry, which reminded him of the soaring spiritual power released from the underground palace of the sect's forbidden area 30 years ago, which almost collapsed the sect's veins at that time. The anger made him still have lingering fears in retrospect.

In his memory, the Suzerain seemed to be angry only once.

Now, it's the second time.

He broke into a cold sweat and exchanged glances with Qiu Zhenren, who immediately reacted and led the crowd to evacuate in order to avoid being affected.

Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and Qu Ziming couldn't even raise his arms. The late Mahayana venerables are only a step away from the fairy world. Although the difference between Huashen and Mahayana is only one big realm, the gap in cultivation is vast.

The word Tianzun is not casually said.

Qiu Zhaoye's expression didn't move, only the imprint between his eyebrows suddenly flickered, and the thunderbolt fell without warning.

The rumbling sound lingered in the sky above Zongyun Peak, and even the monks who had escaped dozens of miles away felt the shocking power of thunder, and turned their heads to look at the peak with horror on their faces.

"It's Tianzun Zhaoye!" Someone exclaimed.

Qiu Zhaoye, who hadn't shown up for 30 years, appeared!The people seemed to have taken a reassurance that the fellows who hadn't escaped were rescued. They were ecstatic, and immediately turned around and drove back to Zongyun Peak.

But when everyone returned to the peak, they saw a mess of gunpowder smoke, and the disciples of the Demon Sect were almost strangled to death.

In mid-air, the shrinking formation was lit up, and a blue and white figure suddenly disappeared in the formation.

In the past 30 years, the Zhaoye Tianzun that people in the whole world of cultivators longed for, coveted, or looked up to, only left a back figure, and then disappeared again.

Although everyone was slightly disappointed, they were also busy cleaning up the mess. After sweeping the battlefield, someone asked doubtfully, "Where is that Qu Ziming?"

The bystanders glanced at the mess and shook their heads, "It must have been smashed into charcoal."

"What about him, Zhao Ye Tianzun shot, how can he survive?"

No one noticed that a wisp of black smoke quietly escaped from the cracks on the peak struck by lightning, gradually condensed into a black shadow, and disappeared into the sky with a whoosh.

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Do you know why the old attack is long overdue?

Because once he comes out, there will be no chance for others to show off...

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tianyan Bingyu and Xiaoqianqian;

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