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"The Sword God is joking. Beimang and Your Excellency have no grudges in recent times or in the past. I really can't think of any reason for this?" Qilin Master Yuan Qingshan chuckled with excellent quality.

Chen Jun asked flatly: "Do you think I'm joking?"

Yuan Qingshan was still not angry and said: "Beimang is not Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, or Beiliang. It is a country with millions of soldiers, stars like clouds and experts like rain. Even Liyang is cautious in treating Beimang.

If you are mortal, facing a country, the sword of the Sword God may not be able to move forward indomitably."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Yuan Qingshan smiled: "That poor Taoist is willing to stop the Sword God for Beimang."

As he spoke, the index finger and thumb of his right hand gently touched each other, as if holding an invisible string in the void, and then strummed it at will.

"Zheng~"

The sonorous roar of gold and iron shook the void, and a rippling wave spread out like a vast ocean, causing a great movement in the air. Suddenly, a dangerous Qi machine as dangerous as a mountain came out of Yuan Qingshan's body and headed straight towards Chen Junchao.

Chen Jun remained seated on the carriage, his expression calm and indifferent, a smile on his lips, as if he didn't care at all.

"Arrogant!"

Yuan Qingshan sneered, pinched his two fingers, and the energy flowed into the wind. Qi formed in the palm of his hand, and the abundant atmosphere was like a substantial mountain of Qi, pressing down on the carriage.

Mountains, real mountains.

At a distance of thirteen feet, the mountain expanded to thirteen feet, one foot long and one foot long. It roared continuously, blasting out endless sonic booms from the air. Just for a moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out an arm, with five fingers like hooks.

The whip whip suddenly flew into the sky.

"Crack!"

The Qi Mountain fell apart in an instant.

With the stirring of the riding whip, the air in the air boiled like water.

Only then did Yuan Qingshan notice the woman on the carriage. Originally, the woman's stunning appearance was the object of intense admiration, but in a battle between our own masters, no one would regard such a beautiful woman as an opponent.

Just a vase.

But this vase is made of roses with thorns, which is extraordinary.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, dressed in purple, stood in front of Chen Jun and stood proudly on the carriage.

In following his husband for more than a year, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already devoured the internal energy of many masters by fishing, and was finally promoted to the first rank. It was not just a vain foundation without roots. After half a year of hard work in Qingliang Mountain, he could become a master in the world.

There are not many people who can surpass her in the first-grade Vajra realm.

"It's rare for a woman to be a first-class woman."

Yuan Qingshan chuckled lightly and made a relatively complicated lotus seal with his fingers.

Boom!

Suddenly, the originally fragmented "Qi Mountain" condensed instantly, and countless long qi condensed into a giant dragon at the rapid speed of hidden weapons, as majestic as a dragon, and the qi flowed through the long river.

The dragon appeared in full ferocious form, roaring in all directions.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng held one end of the riding whip and rushed high into the sky with his toes, facing directly towards the dragon that was sinking with the force of thunder. With a flick of his wrist, at the same time, the riding whip twisted out a huge arc in the blink of an eye, like a scorpion's tail.

, and hit the dragon hard.

This whip divided the space, just like an immortal sword splitting the surface of a river, dividing north and south from east to west.

Yuan Qingshan's eyes suddenly narrowed. This whip was like a sword, exquisite and extraordinary. There were traces of imitating Mr. Chen Jun in the sword's intention, but the ingenuity in it cannot be ignored.

Yuan Qingshan used his second hand to add a layer to the lotus seal. Instantly, the heavenly dragon roared in the air, its scales were bright red and a fishy wind erupted, and its gas was like a real dragon.

In the past, immortals used their finishing touches to create dragons, but today there are Taoist saints who wave their hands to create celestial dragons.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was expressionless, as usual, and he let the strong wind hit him. He grabbed the riding whip with one hand, poured in fierce force, and whipped it out with all his strength.

Boom!

When the long whip collided with the long dragon, it was like two dragons fighting each other and bursting into flames, which was more powerful than thunder on the ground.

Yuan Tingshan took a sip and took a step forward. He saw the whip in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hand burst into pieces, turning into powder inch by inch, just like the continuous sound of firecrackers.

The momentum of the Tianlong in the sky became more and more domineering. It suddenly surged several times, tearing the air with endless violence and slaying. The woman did not take a step back, but took a step forward. She pressed her waist and raised her hand. Her delicate white hand turned into a palm and struck at the Tianlong.

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Purple air suddenly appeared on the cuffs of the woman's palm, like small snakes swimming on the cuffs.

But these are not snakes. If you look closely, it is more suitable to say they are green dragons.

Half a year ago, there was an old man in sheepskin fur and a green snake with two sleeves on Qingliang Mountain.

Today there may not be a chance that she, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, has a sleeve of Qinglong.

With one palm shot, it turned the world upside down!

"Roar!"

In mid-air, the dragon looked up to the sky and let out a painful scream. The sound cracked through the void and was more penetrating than the crossbow arrow. In less than a blink of an eye, the dragon burst into pieces.

But the aftermath did not stop, the dragon-shaped energy blasted a deep pit into the ground in the shape of a lotus.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes were in disbelief, and he turned back suddenly. Chen Jun stood up in the carriage: "You want to kill her, have you ever asked me for my opinion?"

The sound was like thunder roaring down from the sky, unparalleled in dominance.

Chen Jun was a hundred steps away from Yuan Qingshan. He raised an arm and stretched out his fingers, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

One Palm and Five Fingers Mountain!

boom!

Yuan Qingshan's eyes widened and his mind was shaken.

Without any hesitation, the Taoist shook his clothes and flew up, turning into a golden rainbow and passing through the void.

Across the golden light, the Taoist sect known for its speed does not teach secret techniques. In terms of speed, it can be ranked among the top three in the world. Even Deng Tai'a, who is famous for his fast sword killing, may also have a headache here, but Chen Jun's sword is not only

Only with great speed.

The blade is like a mountain, and the five fingers are like swords.

The moment the Taoist ran away, a circular Qi curtain suddenly appeared in the void, stretching endlessly, blocking the Taoist in mid-air like a sword prison.

Chen Jun looked at Yuan Qingshan, and when he clenched his five fingers into a fist, he made a loud bang in the air.

"this..."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes widened. Even though he had traveled half of the world with his husband for more than a year, he had never discovered such a strange thing.

The aerial Taoist Yuan Qingshan just looks like gas. After being crushed and exploded, he disappears without a trace, as if he has never appeared.

"It's so mysterious that one breath can transform the three pure beings. No wonder you, Yuan Qingshan, dare to incarnate one by one to see me?"

Chen Jun put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and said slowly.

"Qingfeng, bring the sword!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't know why, but he still obeyed and took out the sword box on the carriage. Chen Jun stretched out his hand to touch the ancient sword in the sword box. There was no scabbard. The three-foot green sword was as clear as water, "You follow me into this world.

I wanted to use you instead of Zhu Xian to suppress the luck, but today I still need to use you."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng heard this and asked out of curiosity: "Sir, what are you doing with the Immortal Killing Sword?"

"Kill and seize treasure!"

Chen Jun replied, flicking the edge of the ancient sword with his finger, and said: "Taodezong, Beimang State Master Yuan Qingshan!"

After the words fell, the long sword hung in the air and vibrated in response, then turned into a sword light and shot into the clouds before disappearing.

In this situation, Xuanyuan Qingfeng thought of some kind of plot from myths and legends, and his face fell into astonishment for a moment.