"People in the martial arts world are proud of their pride.

But the little bit of mediocre practice is ridiculous in my eyes. I am in a very bad mood tonight and I am too lazy to say anything more to you."

"Kneel down!"

The cold voice of the immortal king echoed in the night, like a verdict.

"Or, death will fade away!"

"Pooh!"

In the silence of everything, there was a reply and answer.

"puff"

As blood squirted, three people in the Hidden Tower were thrown out of the torn cracks in the mountain, and the ghost-killing hero was burning all over his body.

Carrying the Juque Sword like a torch, he looked up at the Immortal Lord in the dark night.

There was no trace of respect in that heavy figure.

"Bang"

The heads rolled together were thrown into the sky, and Liu Zhuoran carried the long sword of his family, his scattered hair, and was blown away by the night wind brought by the spiritual energy.

The abandoned Penglai raised his head and looked cold on his handsome face.

"My Chunyang Sect is the orthodox Taoist sect. It only respects the morality, respects the heaven and the earth, and does not kneel down on evil spirits!"

Dongfang Ce stood on a long snake corpse, holding the mysterious snake sword in his hand, and raised his head and replied.

Behind him, the disciples of Chunyang Sect each held weapons and were angry.

The eldest brother's reply represents what they think.

And the disciple's tough answer was like a morning bell and evening drum, dispelling all the confusion and insanity in Wuyang's heart.

What the master said before leaving sounded in Wuyang Zhenren’s heart.

He looked at his disciples.

Dongfang Ce's face was filled with the firmness of a young man, and he was really not afraid of it.

Master is right.

After the Chunyang Sect, I am afraid that it will rely on the East to support it.

"Is this a coincidence? Brother Dongfang."

On the side of Chonghe Laodao, Xiao Lingsu, who was short and had a poor appearance, also laughed hoarsely, raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky, and shouted loudly:

"My Jade Palace has never bowed to the evil people, either!"

"What a coincidence! You sing and reunite, are you singing the opera?"

Li Yijian's scolding sounded from a higher point.

He was wearing a bandage and a tattered black coat, swaying like a cloak, leaning on a greedy wolf knife, and his feet were filled with the broken limbs and broken arms of the people in the Hidden Tower.

The deputy leader of the Heluo Gang, who had a pale face, cursed with anger:

"Don't we all have such a bad temper? When we encounter unfair things, we can help each other. When we meet evil people on the road, how can we bow our heads?"

"Swish"

The blood-stained Greedy Wolf Knife pointed into the air, and Li Yijian's eyes were red and shouted:

"If you want to kill, kill it! How come there is so much nonsense! I just don't kneel down. You evil ghost, you are biting grandpa's bird!"

Beside him, Che Hua also shouted at the top of his voice:

"A old man, barking wildly, our gangsters, kneeling down on the sky, kneeling on the ground, kneeling on the elders, and all kinds of gold under his knees. How can you kneel on your thousand-year-old ghost with a foul smell?"

These ants!

anger.

The angry fire burned in the heart of the Immortal Lord Dongling.

These ants are not known for their own words. They can be killed by just one's hand, but they will stand up again and again, just like Ren Hao and Shen Qiu.

Each one of them is so suffocating.

Let them kneel...

Why is it so difficult?

The murderous aura in the immortal's eyes was revealed.

"good!

Are you willing to kneel down if you wait.

good.

Then stand and die.”

"I don't believe it anymore. In this world, there are hard bones like Ru'er who are proud and unable to kneel down!"

As the cold voice echoed, the immortal king curled up his fingers, and thousands of stone swords behind him buzzed endlessly.

The next moment, the spirits will be killed.

"I almost died, it's so dangerous.

Old Ghost, your magic is good, but your accuracy is a little bit bad."

Just as the two sides confronted each other and the final kill was approaching, a sigh suddenly came from behind the Immortal Lord.

With three points of pain.

The remaining seven points are full of contempt and disdain.

Dongling Immortal Lord suddenly turned around.

On the covered and crushed platform, Chen Qiu, who was carrying a knife and covered in blood, was supporting the same embarrassing mountain ghost.

Just like before, the two of them were injured, but they still stood very steadily.

Behind the two, the young master Huaqing with pale faces was holding a strange handprint.

It is exactly the same as the Dongling Immortal Lord, the Great Five Elements Mantra.

This thing is very precious now.

But a thousand years ago, it was a big product that was available at will. Who would not know how to succeed in practicing?

"Chen Qiu!"

Dong Lingjun was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he almost squeezed out the name from between his teeth.

"Since my childhood, my master taught me that this person has the honor of death and the humiliation of life in this world.

No one taught me the heroes I met. When I met a strong enemy, I lowered my head and knelt down, shook my tail and begged for mercy."

Chen Qiu lifted the shaking knife that was buzzing and roaring. He raised his head and looked at the Immortal Lord Dongling with clear eyes. He said:

"Immortal Lord, we are the people in the martial arts world, that's it.

He is not a little culturally rude and can't say anything nice. Everyone has a bad temper. He is not as good as you, the people in the immortal world, have a fairy spirit and are proud of all living beings.

But when I, Uncle Ren, killed you that day, I asked one question, and Chen would also ask another question tonight."

"Who Xu Er and others are coming to my world?"

"die!"

Chen Qiu's words made Dongling Jun sound at night in Jinling. That night, Ren Hao was beaten and ran away in a mess, which completely ignited the murderous intention in the immortal king's heart.

With a loud shout, the millions of stone swords that should have swept to the people of the martial arts world.

Turn the direction and stab at Chen Qiu.

Seeing the attack of thousands of swords, Chen Qiu wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth and smiled at the green flowers behind him.

"If you want Zhu Xian, you can't show anyone a joke. Brother Hua, come on!"

"That sentence just now was well said."

Hua Qing also responded with a smile and gave a thumbs up.

The magic seal in his hand was pinched, and the black sand-like spiritual energy penetrated out of his body. This was the reward Chen Qiu paid in advance. He stepped forward, and the blue soul wrapped around the spiritual energy flew out of his body.

Like a ray of light, he rushed into the attack of thousands of swords.

Two chains of spiritual power swayed with the soul, one in front and one behind, violent wind swayed, causing the millions of stone swords in front of me to be knocked apart.

It was like a heavy rain falling, densely hitting the side of the mountain, causing gravel to fly.

This is Feilian Battle Dance.

The real method of immortals.

When the flying sickle rises, the sea of ​​stars is chaotic, and the spiritual wind sweeps away the world for thousands of miles.
To be continued...