Having Just Learned The Sword Saint Skill, He Reluctantly Conquered A Ly

The junior brothers and sisters of Tianyin Pavilion dragged their staggering steps, and the two supported each other and walked slowly towards the exit.

"Senior brother, we haven't seen anyone sneak attack after walking for so long, will this gang of murderers take the bait?"

"It's not better, anyway, it's not very far from the exit, and when there is a master brother in the secret realm, we will escape."

Hearing Jimo Siyun say this, Jimo Siyu also nodded slightly.

At this moment

, two figures appeared not far in front of them, blocking their way.

Their hearts tightened, and Mo Siyun said in a deep voice:

"Be careful, the fish has already taken the bait."

After speaking, the two stopped and looked at the two people in front of them vigilantly.

A lean man was the first to speak, and said with a smile: "

I didn't expect that this Tianyin Pavilion would have this strength, and a lava giant python escaped from two?"

"The strength of this Tianyin Pavilion is a bit unworthy of the name!"

"Hahaha..." It

was Lao Qi of Moro Palace who spoke.

When the two senior brothers and sisters heard their insults to their sect, they forcibly endured the anger in their hearts and continued to pretend to be seriously injured.

"Sure enough, it's you, I don't know when our Tianyin Pavilion sinned Your Excellency?" Jimo Siyun gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmph! Are you kind enough to ask? At this time, that old seven also put away his sadistic expression, and his eyes showed a thick hatred.

"You Tianyin Pavilion people don't want to run today, give all my fifth senior brother to accompany the funeral!"

After exchanging a look between the thin man on the side, a snowy straight single-edged knife appeared in his hand. Holding a knife flower hand in his wrist, he held the knife in both hands and killed the two.

Seeing this, the two brothers and sisters of Tianyin Pavilion hurriedly separated their figures and showed their weapons to meet the enemy.

But the man's figure was like a ghost, obviously looking still a few feet away, but in the blink of an eye he flashed in front of the two.

He slashed violently towards the two, and the golden light sword qi released by the true qi actually directly repelled the two.

With a flash, he came to the front of Jimo Siyun, and a vertical split self-picking face door. This strange body technique that suddenly appeared caught Mo Siyun off guard, and he could only carry a long sword and was tired of defense.

Jimo Siyun, who was originally strong, dragged his body that had not yet healed, and he was in danger of being beaten.

That is, Mo Siyu was originally wary of the man in the distance who had not made a move, but seeing the scene now, he couldn't care so much, and a bamboo flute pressed his red lips.

As the [Requiem of Chaos] sounded, the silk true yuan floated towards the old seven of the Namoro Palace with the melodious flute.

Soon, Lao Qi's flexible body slowed down under the attack of [Chaotic Soul Song], that is, Mo Siyun took the opportunity to counterattack.

Sure enough, with the help of control assistance, he had a good output environment, and the long sword move in his hand went straight to the point.

The old sixth, who had never made a move in the distance, began to strike at this time.

I saw that after he made a strange mark on his hands, green smoke and dust began to emanate from his side, and as it became more and more intense, his hands slapped out towards the two of Tianyin Pavilion.

What was originally a dark green fog actually rolled forward.

In the land of passage, the originally fiery red grass plants turned into pitch black and withered.

After Mo Siyun repelled that old seven with a move of sword qi, he looked at the green qi rolling in the distance, and his pupils burst.

"Not good! That person turned out to be a poison cultivator. Then

the long sword was retracted, and a guqin suddenly appeared and lay it horizontally in front of him.

"Oh... Oh..."

With the sound of the guqin, Mo Siyun did not hide anything anymore and exerted his full strength.

The rolling sound with a thick golden true yuan crashed head-on into the green poisonous smoke that rushed towards it.

With the melodious ringtone, it becomes exciting. The poisonous smoke was also washed away.

A hoarse voice sounded from the man's mouth:

"This Tianyin Pavilion's Tianyin Divine Skill really deserves its name!"

"Do you think that Tianyin Divine Skill is just like that?" Jimo Siyun looked at the two people in the distance and said coldly.

"Junior sister, let them see the authentic Tianyin Divine Skill."

As soon as the words fell, the hands stroked the piano again, and with the plucking of ten fingers, the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

At the same time, the flute of Mo Siyu echoed out.

The sound of the piano flute is intertwined, one after another, tactfully and long.

It's just that the originally pleasant sound of instrumental music is now full of fierce murderous aura, and wave after wave envelops the two people of Moro Palace.

The two suddenly felt in chaos, and their minds began to become a little chaotic.

As the sound of the piano began to become high-pitched, one after another the sound wave turned into countless swords, guns and halberds crushing towards the two, wanting to knock them into powder.

However, with a "boom" sounded.

The murderous sound of the piano just now stopped abruptly, and the attack that was close at hand also dissipated instantly.

At this time, Jimo Siyun looked at the figure on the mountain peak in the distance with a surprised face, and the broken guqin in front of him was scattered in front of him.

Unwilling and self-annoyed, he said:

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, there are more than these two people, but the blow that broke the Chiyan Yanhua must have been shot by him."

The two of Moro Palace also sobered up at this time, and they were still panting for the rest of their lives after the disaster.

"This... This is the power of that [Nine Heavenly Tomb Guangqu], an invincible hand of the same rank, if it is really terrifying, it is good to keep the back hand.

"Without the guqin, I see what other means you have this time." As Old Liu's hoarse voice fell.

Zhen Yuan turned sharply, and his original hands turned black, and he attacked with the dancing knife old seven without any weapons.

Just as Mo Siyu was about to bring the bamboo flute close to her mouth, another black arrow shot at her from the top of the mountain, and she had to dodge and dodge.

Without the interference of [Requiem], that is, Mo Siyun would be the opponent of those two.

Especially Old Six's dark hands were obviously covered with poison, and they would die.

Jimo Siyu, seeing this, can only give up the bamboo flute, lift the silver sword to join the battle group, the situation of two pairs of battles makes Jimo Siyun a lot easier.

However, the two of them still have to beware of the cold arrows on the top of the mountain, and they are always extremely passive.

At this time, Lao Qi was facing Jimo Siyu, and when he saw her fairy-like face, he couldn't help but tease her again.

That is, Mo Siyu was already invincible, and now not only was he insulted verbally, but in the process of fighting between the two, his body was also repeatedly taken advantage of by that old seven.

Her mentality had collapsed, and she was already looking like she was about to cry, and at this time, how her heart longed for the appearance of that man.

The old man on the top of the mountain, looking at the battle situation below, obviously lost his patience, and muttered:

"The overall situation has been decided, it's not interesting!"

Immediately raised his bow and aimed at Jimo Siyun in the field, apparently he still obeyed the words of the seventh senior brother, leaving Jimo Siyu.

"Bang..." suddenly

a sound resounded throughout the valley.

Then a huge hole appeared on the old man's forehead, and his eyes showed an incredible gaze, and he fell in response.