Nine Heavens

"Huh! So it's Huolong Peak Lord! What are you talking about? If I don't come to his cave to look for him, will he come to the door himself?" Wen Yangbo said angrily when he heard the real Huolong who appeared from the mist.

"Well, Palace Master Wenyang lost his beloved son and was filled with grief and indignation. The head of the sect is also deeply sympathetic, but Shicai Master Ciyuan has already made it clear that your young master colluded with the Soul Demon Sect and once maliciously killed billions of hectares. The daughter Yaoyun, this is just the tip of the iceberg who knows that he has colluded with the Hunshamen. Could it be that he killed this son to eliminate harm for the righteous way! Is there anything wrong? If you, Palace Master Wenyang, go to war for this, I really doubt it Could it be that only Mr. Wenyang of Wenyang Palace has an affair with Hunshamen!" Bingpo real person stepped forward and said loudly.

"Bah! Don't talk useless things with me. It's useless for you Xuanlingmen to claim to be the most righteous sect in the fairy world. As elders, you didn't even take a step to stop your beloved son when something happened. You are still here In order to protect the disciple, talking nonsense, I really despise the old man! Even if Aizi is wrong all the time, I should leave it to Wenyang Palace to deal with it. It is not your turn to punish Aizi in private without knowing why. Kill! I just ask you, hand over the Liu Qianlang in front of you to the old man now, and let the old man chop it into meat in front of your face, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart! You will not hand it over! ? "Wen Yangbo roared wildly with his eyes burning.

"Haha, it seems that you will not give up today if you don't kill Liu Qianlang? You are too rampant, do you think that our twelve peak masters will let your disciples be slaughtered by you? Hmph! I think you are really confused. Your son's death is a personal grievance between your son and Liu Qianlang, and has nothing to do with the entire Xuanling sect. If you blame the entire Xuanling sect for this, how can the head of the sect agree! I'm waiting here today, so you don't want to touch a hair of Liu Qianlang!" The real Bing Po couldn't help but regained his former indifference and coldness, his eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered.

Gusts of sea breeze passed by, and Liu Qianlang's white hair floated in front of his forehead. After a burst of chills, he couldn't help but shuddered. He woke up in an instant, and found that there were twelve peak masters standing behind him and his own cave gate tens of feet away in front of him. On the front boulder stood three Nascent Soul monks with angry faces. Slightly closing his eyes, after a while, he recalled the scene before he fainted.

Liu Qianlang turned around with difficulty, and coughed aloud: "Unworthy disciple, I thank all the senior peak masters to come to rescue, but the crimes committed by this junior, I really don't want to bring any involvement to the mountain gate, this junior is gone!"

After Liu Qianlang finished speaking, without waiting for the peak masters to express their opinions, after a burst of coughing, Yun Qianmeng, who was still in a coma, was shaken vigorously, and was drawn into the ocean fog again. Gan Shenlong flew away in the clouds and fog, leaving long coughs behind.

"Boy! Where are you going?" Seeing Liu Qianlang suddenly wake up, Wen Yangbo turned around and ran away against a green dragon. With a wild cry, he jumped up suddenly, drove a huge purple long sword, and chased after him , the two long-robed elders behind him also flickered, followed by Wen Yangbo with a cold expression on his face.

Master Bing Po glanced at the other eleven peak masters, and nodded slightly. Then the eleven peak masters nodded in understanding, and suddenly stood in front of Palace Master Wenyang and the two elders in long robes. They were covered with a layer of protective spirits, and their hands moved faintly.

Wen Yangbo took a look, but didn't speak. He glanced sideways at the two long-robed elders, and said, "Thank you, you two foreign masters!" With a sharp grab from the void, he rushed towards the Bing Po real person like an electric shot.

There are two old men in long robes behind them, one fat and the other thin, the fat one has a fair face, smiling face, small eyes, and short. Thin and tall, with a yellowish complexion, bitter face, and big eyes. The two of them didn't answer, just when Wen Yangbo pounced on the Bingpo real person, he had shot into Huolong and Aoyu's real people strangely, with a strange magic weapon shining in their hands, short and fat. What the old man used was an orange bag, and what the slender old man used was a pair of dragon and phoenix gold rods, a dragon head and a phoenix head. Before they could stand still, the two of them started a terrifying attack on the two peak masters.

"Unexpectedly, Yumianluo and Huangmianyan, the two masters of the southeast of Tianyang, who rarely show up in the fairy world, are also colluding with Wenyang Palace. They are so ignorant of right and wrong, working for tigers!" The real person sneered.

"Haha, Mortal Realm is in chaos now, so there's no right and wrong here. The old man only knows that it's most beneficial to take advantage of the opportunity to occupy more of the Lingshan Huize. If you like it, you can go uphold some justice! Let your Longyunshan For the old man, how about it? Haha" Yumianluo, the master of Dongtianyang, flashed a pair of mung bean-sized greedy eyes that did not match his huge face, and grinned, laughing.

Hearing this, Huolong Daoist was furious, a fiery red robe suddenly burst into flames, his hands suddenly swirled the red and orange two-color Tai Chi Yang, and the bursts of fire suddenly rushed towards Dongtianyang Lord Yumianluo.

However, Yumianluo didn't dodge or dodge. After the huge jade face smiled and taunted, he suddenly stepped back more than a dozen feet, making a trick with one hand, and holding the orange pocket in the other. Seeing that the orange pocket was blowing without wind, In a blink of an eye, it swelled into a huge cylinder, the front was pitch black, and a huge hole appeared.

The countless balls of fierce flames shot out by the fire dragon master Dan orange two-color Tai Chi Yang were sucked in without a sound. Looking at the red flames rushing into his pocket like a swarm, the chunky old man smiled and said: "Haha, how is it? Old Fire Dragon, after so many years, your mana is not the same as your temper. Your temper has grown. But your strength, alas! This old man is really not flattering. After you had a bit of yang poison of Tai Chi Yang, you didn’t do anything to this old man. Now how can your strength in the late stage of alchemy compare with the old man’s strength in the Yuanying stage? It's better to listen to the old man's advice and get out of here! Otherwise, you will die in an ugly way!"

After Huolong Daoist listened, his eyes suddenly shot brightly, and he shouted: Xuanling Huolong Jue! "Then he pushed the Tai Chi Yang, which was like a red-orange two-color wheel, to the void about ten feet in front of him, and then, with a flicker of his body, gathered most of the spiritual power in his body, and suddenly pushed it towards Tai Chi Yang. The light in the room was shining brightly. The flames flying above instantly turned into bright red fire dragons that opened their teeth and claws and rushed towards the master of Dongtianyang, Yumianluo.

"What! You actually practiced the Fire Dragon Jue! Wow!" Seeing countless fire dragons rushing towards him, a raging fire ignited around Dong Tianyang's body, as if his pocket could no longer withstand the tide of countless fire dragons It rushed in and broke into pieces with a bang. And Yumianluo couldn't help jumping up and down with tongues of fire.

"My magic bag! Wow! Huh——" Yumianluo saw his magic bag shattered into pieces, and screamed strangely, and even started crying like a child.

At this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly passed behind him, and seven strangely cold water jets attacked his body instantly, quickly extinguishing the flames on his body, and then the seven cold water jets shot at the Tai Chi Yang of the descendant of Fire Dragon Heart.

"Seven sea masters! Hmph! Haha, apart from Yaoxing Shenhai sea master, today is almost complete, haha!" The real Huolong saw Xianghai, Pohai, Jinghai and Youhai suddenly appearing behind Dongtianyang master, Lord Jianhai, Lihai and Yinghai laughed. At the same time, with a sudden push with both palms again, another powerful spiritual power of Huolongjue was injected into Taijiyang!

Boom—boom—there were seven loud bangs in succession.

Not far away, apart from the two peak masters Bingpo Zhenren and Aoyu Zhenren, seeing the seven sea masters suddenly appear, their figures flashed and they shot one after another to help Huolong Zhenren deal with Dongtian Yangzhu and the seven sea masters.

For a moment, ten peak masters confronted eight foreign masters and sea masters, their shadows intertwined, their gods flashing wildly, and the fight was indistinguishable.

Real Bing Po saw Wen Yangbo's hands flashing with a cool purple light, he grabbed them with a sharp whistle, and let out a cold snort, the first sword of Xuanling Sect, Tianmang Sword, with a flash of green light, came towards Wen Yangbo. Yang Bo scratched his hands away.

How could Wenyang Bo not know the power of the Tianmang Divine Sword? The moment the Tianmang Divine Sword slashed down, his figure suddenly turned and turned, and a purple cold light flickered in front of him. The famous Divine Sword Wave in Wenyang Palace The Ke Wuji Sword suddenly appeared on his chest.

After staring at each other for a moment, the two of them raised their bodies several hundred feet by coincidence, and each stood on the peak of a blue cliff. The four eyes meet and face each other coldly.

"Xuanxuan Lingmen's number one divine sword Tianmang, I haven't seen it for many years, but I still look good! I will see you again today, it's a lifetime of comfort!" Wen Yangbo stared at the Tianmang divine sword in Bingpo's hand and said in a loud voice.

"The prowess of the Promise Sword of the Rogue is still the same as before, and today the head of the book is lucky to fight against the Promise Sword again!" said Bing Po, staring at the cool purple edge of the Promise Sword.

"Hahaha! The Wanderer Wuji Sword! Go!" Wen Yangbo laughed wildly, his face turned cold, and immediately used the Wenyang Palace's peerless magic skill, the Wanderer Wuji. Inside, the figure of Wen Yangbo transformed by the Rogue Promise is swaying everywhere. These figures have weird smiles on their faces and evil eyes, and then they all hold the Rogue Promise Sword and shoot at the opposite sky like ghosts. The ice soul real person on the cliff.

At the same time, the real Bingpo roared wildly: "Wanderer's Promise! Hahaha, come on! Xuanling Bingpo Tianmang Jue!" Following Zhenyu's roar, the Bingpo real sword suddenly shot into Tianyu, When it reappeared, it had already turned into countless skylights, like countless stars in the sky, pear blossoms raining down on Wen Yangbo's countless wanderer Wuji swords that were shooting towards them.

choke - choke - choke -

Between the two cliffs that were more than a thousand feet apart, there was a clear sound of the collision of divine swords cutting each other, and at the same time, the sky-cracking lightning produced by countless pairs of Tianmang divine sword and Langke Wuji sword handed over, tearing the sea from time to time. Foggy space.

"Hahaha! Have fun!"

"Hahaha! Great sword!"

Bing Po Daoist and Wen Yang Bo were solemn and solemn, their eyes flashed with joy, and shouted one after another. The Rogue Promise Sword and the Tianmang Excalibur are both flashes of divine light. The more they fight, the more courageous they become. There is no distinction between victory and defeat. After the two injected spiritual power again and again, they are still close to each other.

When the battle was in full swing, the two of them suddenly waved their sleeves and retracted their divine swords one after another. Then they all laughed wildly and flew away from the cliff where they were standing. Holding the divine swords in their hands, they shot at each other like electric shots.

Boom—boom—