clang clang!

The owners of Tiandao Tower Chen Yu and Mu Xuankong took action almost at the same time, decisively drew out their weapons, and each sword was wrapped in dazzling light and stabbed towards Tian Xuanzi.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

At the same time, the elegant and luxurious middle-aged beauty, as the head of the Shengyin Pavilion, took out a bamboo flute and placed it on her lips.

There is a flute sound, which is the sound of a sage!

It turned into wisps of invisible sound waves, escaped into the void, and launched an attack on Tian Xuanzi's soul.

The Lord of Xuangu Valley was an old man wearing a gray-white robe. He took out a holy pen and waved it quickly with a serious look.

Swish swish swish swish!

While his holy pen was waving, countless holy patterns were crushed into ink, and strokes were continuously falling towards Tianxuanzi.

The strokes are crisscrossing and evolving, like scrolls or ancient characters, containing terrible murderous intent.

Bang!

There was a splash of ink, and an amazing explosion sound broke out in the void, even the void trembled.

But in this chaotic night, a faint ripples were created and it quickly calmed down.

Tian Xuanzi took a step back and slapped out with his palm.

In the endless and deep darkness behind him, the stars were dying, like lights, and they evolved into a majestic phantom in endless distant places, and they slapped them.

Thousands of star power gathered on this palm, and they were shocked before they even got close.

Then his right hand turned softly like water, and the void rolled like water, crushing the holy pattern strokes falling on his body bit by bit.

Bang!

Then his body shook violently, and the strokes dissipated like dust. Tian Xuanzi's hands gathered together. The chaotic star dome that spread from all directions began to shrink from all directions, and Mu Xuankong and others' bodies couldn't help but get closer.

"Taixuantian!"

A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the few people, and they looked at Tian Xuanzi in shock.

This is the eighteenth level of the Xuantian Treasure Mirror Taixuan Tian. Going up further is the perfect Modified Tian at the peak of the 19th level. The faces of the few people have become particularly serious.

Mu Xuankong looked anxious, deep inside, and he could not free his hands to take Lin Yun away in a short time.

"How is my field compared to your sword domain?" Tian Xuanzi looked at Mu Xuankong and said softly.

Mu Xuankong was in the mood to pay attention to him and activated the Chixiao Sword Technique to the limit. The sword momentum on his body evolved into a big sun burning with golden flames.

Whoosh!

He and Chen Yu joined forces again and killed Tian Xuanzi.

He thought clearly that if Lin Yun had three or two shortcomings today, even if he died, he would have to pay a heavy price for Tianxuanzi and Xuantian Sect.

"Boy, come with me!"

Outside, the figure of a blue dragon roared over, raised his hand and grabbed Lin Yun.

At this moment, no one or anything can stop this saint.

However, at this moment, a silver streamer burst into the distance. When the streamer appeared, Lin Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly and found that his fingers could move.

"Old thief, you want to touch him and have you asked the Supreme Emperor of Heaven-Slaying!

Immediately afterwards, a cold and crisp sound continued to resound in this holy war place that others could not avoid.
Chapter completed!