Urban Invincibility 9 Years

I have to say that Xuanyuan Gang is worthy of being the ceiling of combat power among the three groups in Kyoto. In terms of means, he still has two brushes, especially his majestic "Sword Lai", which even called out the sword god Li Chungang's sense of sight came.

Of course, his sword attack was not completely aimless.

After all, before the tone in his mouth was completely disillusioned, countless streams of sword energy surged up and down the guy's body.

What's more, these Sword Dao Auras that have come from thousands of miles away can still show an incomparably sacred taste.

Even Yuan Kuishan and Yan Tongxun, who were fellow travelers, couldn't help shivering when they met.

In that posture, it seemed that the two of them were about to kneel on the ground in the next second, respectfully paying homage.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan's mouth was slightly raised at this time, and a meaningful smile couldn't stop showing in his eyes.

"Heh, Xuanyuangang, you really are willing to let go. He actually invited Xuanyuanjian, an ancient magic weapon that he had sealed up in his house, out of a disagreement."

At this point, Lin Fan's voice sank slightly.

"It's just a pity. The body of this Xuanyuan Sword has been used to suppress Chi You's head. Now, even if he is invited by the blood of the Xuanyuan clan, he can only invite the sword spirit of this ancient divine weapon."

Ru Shi sighed, and then, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly lit up again.

Obviously, Xuanyuan Gang's reckless attack naturally attracted the surprise of the Xianzong masters hiding behind those puppets of the Demon Sect.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Sword's powerful aura completely deterred the puppets of the Demon Sect who had no soul fetters in front of them.

"You bastards, I will use this ancient magic weapon to destroy you today."

Xuanyuan Gang, who had sacrificed countless sword qi, seemed to be a completely different person at this time. Lin Fan could even find a trace of the ancient emperor's shadow in him.

After angrily reprimanded, Xuanyuan just waved the sword gangs controlling the whole body out of thin air.

After a few seconds like this, under the mighty power of Xuanyuan Sword, the eight-door demon formation formed by all the puppets of the demon sect disintegrated in an instant.

At the same time, on the other side, in the Shiwanda Mountain, which is thousands of miles away from Tongchuan in the southwest, a black air is constantly changing its position and figure at a speed invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would trigger the descendants of the Xuanyuan family to take action in person."

"It seems that the Zhang family in Tongchuan is completely unable to keep it this time."

"It's just a pity for those puppets that I worked so hard to refine."

After talking to himself for a while, the extremely gloomy black air suddenly condensed into a solid body.

I saw him wearing a black robe and a very simple bamboo hat on his head.

"Forget it, forget it, after all, they are a group of people who should have died long ago."

"I don't want to influence the suzerain's plan for them."

"It's better to go back to the main altar first, and report the situation of the Zhang family to the suzerain."

After struggling again and again, the guy in the hat finally chose to give up the puppet of the Demon Sect that he had carefully refined for many years.

However, just when he was about to turn around and head towards the deeper direction of the [-] mountains, he found a figure in white clothes lazily leaning against a big tree not far behind him.

"A monk from the Demon Sect in the Nascent Soul Stage?"

"Hehe, it's been a long time since."

"I didn't expect that after the battle of Mang Mountain, Mozong would recover so quickly."

"With this confidence, no wonder you dare to come out of the mountain again and make a show of it all over the world?"

Looking at the man in the bamboo hat in front of him, the boy in white just squinted his eyes and sighed softly.

However, at this moment, there was no energy fluctuation around him, and he looked like an ordinary person.

But even so, the man in the bamboo hat still didn't dare to be careless, and even at this moment, there was a surprised expression on his face.

After all, since the other party can appear behind him silently, it proves that he is not as simple as he seems.

Not only that, but this young man in white can see through his own cultivation level at a glance. Such a vision makes the man in the bamboo hat even more afraid.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

After staring at the white-clothed boy in silence for a while, the man in the hat finally asked.

To this, the young man smiled contemptuously, and then replied meaningfully: "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that there are no airtight pants in this world."

"Since you members of the Demon Sect have chosen to come out of the mountain again and stir up the world, all that awaits you is death."

At this point, the boy in white immediately appeared in front of the man in the bamboo hat.

Then, he used his eyes to look up and down the man in the hat in front of him unscrupulously.

After a while, he squeezed out an extremely arrogant warning again.

"Also, listen to my advice."

"Stop thinking about the Zulong Mausoleum."

"That place is not something that you members of the Demon Sect can get your hands on."

"Especially if you're just a Nascent Soul level dangling in a half-bottle."

Hearing the other party's argument, the man in the bamboo hat immediately turned gloomy.

"A Nascent Soul dangling in a half-bottle?"

"Hmph, do you think you can pretend to be an expert because you have hidden your aura?"

"Since you look down on monks at the Nascent Soul level so much, I will take you under the knife today."

"Otherwise, people in the world would think that I have long since lost my demonic and bloody nature because I have endured it for thousands of years?"

Ruo snorted angrily, and the man in the hat immediately changed his eyes.

In the next second, the black robed body began to split apart involuntarily.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight.

In such a short breath of time, the eight identical figures surrounded the boy in white in front of him.

Regarding this, the white-clothed boy just gave the other party a supercilious look.

"Heh, it's the eight-door magic formation again, boy, don't you have any fresher tricks?"

"At least you can make me a Heavenly Demon Cosmic Formation."

"That way I might be able to be a little more serious."

On this side, before the boy's voice fell, on the other side, his figure began to imitate the appearance of the man in the bamboo hat and split up.

It's just that the splitting technique of the boy in white is much higher than that of the man in the hat, both in terms of speed and quality.

In a short while, the dense forest of Shiwan Dashan was filled with those white figures everywhere.

"Hehe, little red guy, compared to me, you're still a little younger."