If this is called "no achievements in the kendo", then what is Ji Jiange??? Is the kendo waste recycling station?

What is the concept of sword essence in the early stage of the eighth section? A middle-aged man in white robe and a dignified master of the Sword Pavilion is only mastered by this level of sword essence.

Not to mention, he is very sure that Su Xuan’s sword essence is still a special sword essence.

In addition, Su Xuan is only about 10,000 years old!

To be precise, all the so-called swordsman geniuses in the entire Jijian Pavilion are not as good as Su Xuan’s hair when tied together?

If Su Xuan can be successfully accepted as a disciple of Jijian Pavilion, then it will only take millions of years for the middle-aged man in white robe. No, only one hundred thousand years for Su Xuan, alone, can lead the entire Jijian Pavilion to advance directly into a real level eight civilization, and complete the goal that hundreds of generations of Jijian Pavilion masters have been able to achieve in their dreams for hundreds of dreams.

Originally, it was really close!!!

As long as the Holy Lord of Mingyue is obedient, less jealous, think about the sect, less arrogant and wanton, and more sincere, help Su Xuan when he comes up and wins the favor of Su Xuan and his master Yan Xuanqing, the probability of Su Xuan joining Jijian Pavilion is absolutely huge!

One hand of the king's cards was hit by the Holy Lord of Mingyue.

The middle-aged man in white robe had already become so angry that he could not even control himself, and he even wanted to burn himself.

"Peace Master, I...I...I..." The Holy Lord Mingyue was so scared that every hair on his body was trembling.

"Not only will you die, but your relatives, friends and parents are also going to die!!! Otherwise, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in your heart!" The middle-aged man in white robe roared cruelly and hideously, his voice becoming more and more hoarse. Just killing the Holy Lord of Mingyue was not enough to calm the anger in his heart.

The words have not ended.

"Bang..." The middle-aged man in white robe raised his hand and slashed it with a sword. He did not hold back at all. He tried his best. The swordsman fell down and was solid. Where could the Saint of Mingyue resist? In the endless despair, horror and regret, with a "bang", her whole person burst into blood mist, and even her soul shattered into nothingness.

"Damn it!!!!!!!" After killing the Saint of Mingyue, the middle-aged man in the white robe cursed fiercely, his chest fluctuated and his emotions were really uneasy. The more than ten sword-holders in the Jijian Pavilion were all trembling, and they were so scared that they were about to kneel down, for fear that the middle-aged man in the white robe would take his anger on him.

Fortunately, although the middle-aged man in white robe was extremely angry, he calmed down after killing the Holy Lord Mingyue.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Su Xuan.

I happened to see Su Xuan randomly pointing out a sword Yuan sword light.

"hiss!"

This sword light was still silent, still seemingly plain, still at its limit speed, still very subtle.

Jianyuan Jianming this time, it was Yao Feng himself, and to be precise, it was Yao Feng's blood-colored eyes.

"Not good!" Yao Feng was already shocked by the invincible posture of Su Xuan, a sword-yuan sword light that cut off Mo Tianxing's mountains, rivers, and dragon seals, but suddenly felt the indescribable smell of death. His face changed wildly, and he looked up suddenly. He was filled with strong fear on his old face. He was completely subconscious. He used his body technique and the law of space to the extreme. He raised his foot and ran away. His body technique was amazing. He took one step and broke a piece of the sky. The void and real air turned into a vacuum in the fluctuations of his body. The afterimage was faint, like a ghost and god, comparable to teleportation.

However.

useless.

Even though Yao Feng tried his best, he could still feel that the sword Yuan sword light that Su Xuan still locked on him, no matter how small it was.

how so?!!!!!

Yao Feng became more and more desperate.

"Essence and blood, burn me!" Yao Feng didn't care about the consequences between life and death, nor did he care about whether the foundation of martial arts would be shaken. Survival was the most basic one. The essence and blood in his body were ignited like a tsunami. Suddenly, the immortal source surging like a tsunami in his body, and his breath expanded rapidly. He was at the first level of the realm of the life-killing realm. Not only did it stabilize instantly, but it continued to rise to the second level.

The explosion of the realm of the realm is of course an acceleration of speed and body movement.

Even Yao Feng even used four or five kinds of physical magic powers at the same time in an instant.

Moreover, the direction is unswervingly heading towards the Wuyan void.

pity.

Still not enough.

The next moment.

Yao Feng shook his head bitterly, knowing that he could not hide.
Chapter completed!