At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

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Although the words were not loud, they shocked all the surrounding pilgrims who wanted to go up the mountain.

They all stopped one after another and focused their attention on the mountain gate.

Ask Jian Qingcheng?

So brave!

"Feixuan!" Li Fansong shouted in a deep voice, then took out the peach wood sword and jumped up.

In so many years, the white-haired boy in front of him is the second person who dares to go to Qingcheng to provoke.

The first one is said to be the young master of Leijiabao of Jiangnan Perak Hall. He broke through the sword formation composed of hundreds of senior brothers with a thunder finger, and then lifted the entire roof of Qianqing Hall, turning the entire Qingcheng Mountain upside down.

And now, here comes another one.

Hearing the deep shout of his junior uncle, Fei Xuan stopped, stretched out his hand to bite the tip of his finger, quickly drew a talisman and threw it towards Xiao Ruolin.

The talisman let out a thunderous lion's roar, turning into a shadow of a lion and roaring towards Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin stood there without moving, but put his finger to his lips and called softly: "Mo Xie!"

With a soft call, a white light flew out from the sword box. Mo Xie was a silver-white long sword, with white light emitting from the whole body, as clear and translucent as white jade.

A clang!

Mo Xie flew in front of Xiao Ruolin, pointed his sword at the giant lion transformed from the talisman, and chopped it into pieces with one strike.

Fei Xuan's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"How is this possible?" he murmured.

The pilgrims had never seen such a battle before. They all hid far away when the battle started.

Seeing Fei Xuan miss, Li Fansong drew his mahogany sword and jumped up, slashing Xiao Ruolin's head in.

"Immeasurable Tiangang!" Li Fansong shouted angrily, a pale yellow light glowed on the peach wood sword in his hand, and a mighty power suddenly filled the air.

However, this time, Xiao Ruolin didn't even use his sword, and slapped him away when he got close.

Li Fansong fell to the grass and fell to the ground with a depressed expression.

He clenched the mahogany sword with trembling hands and looked at the young man in front of him with fear in his eyes.

how so!

The other party obviously looks younger than himself. Although this person is not easy to recognize with the Forgetting Skill, why is he so strong?

The Taoist priests on the mountain all rushed down the mountain gate when Feixuan used the Taiyi Lion Technique and let out a thundering lion roar.

Hundreds of Taoist priests came to the mountain gate with peach wood swords and swords.

When the pilgrims saw this powerful force, they were all ordinary people, so they knelt on the ground one after another, shouting things like meeting the immortals.

The slightly older Taoist priest stepped forward, looked at the empty ancient road and the harmless white-haired boy standing in front of the mountain gate, frowned and asked: "Two junior brothers, what happened?"

Li Fansong stood up holding his chest, pointed at Xiao Ruolin, and said angrily: "Brothers, this guy is here to ask Jian Qingcheng Mountain."

When hundreds of Taoist priests heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then all of them focused their attention on the white-haired boy.

It has been a long time since someone last asked Jian Qingcheng.

But they have not forgotten the humiliation of the year. A man named Lei broke the mountain gate with one finger and broke the Qiankun Palace with the second finger.

The older Taoist priest had an even more sad and angry look on his face. When he and his senior brothers used the sword formation, their fingers were still broken by others. The humiliation of that year was still vivid in his mind.

And now, someone else is provoking Qingcheng Mountain. They really think they are easy to bully.

The clay figurine still has a third of fire, not to mention that he is not a clay figurine.

"Junior brothers, set up a sword formation!"

Swish, swish, swish...

As he roared angrily, hundreds of peach wood swords rose into the sky. They were suspended in mid-air and wrapped around Xiao Ruolin.

Hundreds of Taoist priests sacrificed their peach wood swords, activated their magic skills, and displayed their sword formations.

As soon as the sword array came out, the sound of swords resounded throughout the sky.

"Junior Brother Fansong, you come to be the leader!" the older Taoist priest shouted softly.

Li Fansong is the most outstanding disciple of their younger generation in Qingcheng Mountain. Both his uncle and the masters have tried their best to train him.

He and Fei Xuan are the faces of Qingcheng Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain will not miss any opportunity to train them.

Li Fansong nodded when he heard this. He jumped up and came to the senior brothers.

He muttered in his mouth and used the sword formation's killing move.

I saw hundreds of mahogany swords suspended in mid-air, suddenly glowing with white light.

Buzz buzz...

Waves of low sword chants spread throughout the surrounding area.

"Sword falls!"

Following Li Fansong's low groan, hundreds of peach wood swords turned into a hail of swords and stabbed towards Xiao Ruolin overwhelmingly.

Faced with such intensive attacks, even the senior martial arts seniors

He was unable to resist and was severely injured. He had to lie down for ten days or half a month before getting up.

This kind of attack was shocking. Once touched by the sword rain, even a person with a strong body could not withstand it.

However, Xiao Ruolin still did not dodge, as if he did not see the sword rain, and even yawned lazily.

"Is he crazy!" Seeing this, many disciples of Qingcheng Mountain thought to themselves.

Li Fansong was about to change the direction of the sword rain, but saw four sword beams rising into the sky.

These four swords all shot towards the place where the peach wood sword fell like sharp arrows, intercepting hundreds of peach wood swords.

In an instant, the peach wood swords in the sky broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Xiao Ruolin shook his head, jumped up, Gan Jiang Moye flew to his feet, lifted him up, and slowly flew up the mountain.

The Taoists who had lost their peach wood swords wanted to stop them, but were knocked to the ground by the other two famous swords.

Back then, Xing Lei broke the mountain gate with just one finger, and today it happened again, but this time it was broken with just one sword.