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"Like Senior Pei from the Hundred-foot Dangerous Building and the Tianxingshen General who ranks tenth among the hundred generals." Su Xiaofan held a fire stick on his waist with one hand and stood on the roof of the car with great vigilance, looking into the distance.

He saw the sword light stretching for hundreds of feet, leaving a jagged and twisted narrow crack on the silvery white land. It didn't dissipate until the carriage was a hundred meters away. Despite this, Su Xiaofan could still feel a wave of light. The bone-cutting cold wind blew in the wind and snow.

That is the remaining power of the sword light.

Jun Zeyu in the carriage showed a slight smile: "I didn't expect to encounter a life-and-death battle between these two masters on the way north. What a coincidence."

Su Xiaofan asked on the roof of the car: "Do you want to take action?"

Shen Tianxin continued: "Senior Pei may not be the opponent of the great swordsman."

But Jun Zeyu said: "Since we have encountered each other, it is appropriate to help. The Crazy Demon Stick of the Five Elements Temple was defeated and fell, and the Crazy Poetry Sword Chen Xuandu and the Tianxing Shen General Rong exchanged their lives. Counting the calamity of this troubled world, From the beginning, we were at a disadvantage in terms of the configuration of top combat power."

Shen Tianxin insisted on his opinion and said: "But in a duel between strong men at this level, it is most taboo for a third party to enter by mistake. Besides, both of them are sword cultivators. If we get involved rashly, will it be self-defeating? Then Senior Pei will be angry, and the sword Once the situation changes, we will face a situation where two most powerful sword cultivators join forces to challenge the sword."

Jun Zeyu shook his head: "What we are fighting for in troubled times is not personal gain or loss, nor is it victory or defeat overnight. Heroes gather together to defend the world. What they fight for is not to lose an inch of territory. What they fight for is a thousand-year plan. What they fight for is eternal peace. .As the saying goes, a small stream of water will make a big difference. As one of the storms in the world, and the first strong person to support Longmen Town, Senior Pei will not fail to understand this, let alone act on impulse."

Shen Tianxin next to Jun Zeyu said again: "As you said, heroes gather together to fight for eternity. This battle is crucial to whether Senior Pei can successfully break through the realm and enter the realm of gods. A future swordsman in the realm of gods. Holy, in no way is he more important than the Tianxingshen who ranks tenth among the Hundred Generals."

Jun Zeyu held Shen Tianxin's hand with a gentle smile and an even softer voice: "It's not that I'm dejected. Senior Pei has stayed in the Tribulation Realm for more than a thousand years. If there is a chance to step into the final threshold, he will not draw the earth as a prison. I have been trapped in a dangerous building with hundreds of feet for year after year."

Shen Tianxin looked into Jun Zeyu's eyes, still a little hesitant, and asked: "Do we really want to intervene? Use the Hetu Luoshu and the book of life and death to keep the large share of

What is the true meaning? This is our real way to save our lives. If this is the case, I am afraid that it is in line with the motto that the darkness closes the heaven and the human stream, and the king of Ming falls into the sky and his heart is dark."

Jun Zeyu coughed several times and blushed: "Don't worry. As Xiaofan is here, we don't need to take action."

Shen Tianxin was a little in disbelief: "Xiaofan?"

Jun Zeyu raised his head and looked at the roof of the carriage: "We are already in the middle of the calamity. Moreover, Xiaofan is half a Buddhist. Although his killing power is not that strong, his self-defense strength is comparable to that of a Buddhist. With a golden body, even the generals who awakened the gods that day would have to take a few blows."

On top of the carriage, Su Xiaofan stood in white.

This vast white world was filled with wind, snow, and silver snakes, but there were no figures of Pei Fenglou and General Tian Xingshen. He had no choice but to close his eyes. After three breaths, he opened his eyes again, revealing a pair of golden eyes. Under the golden eyes, the color of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers faded away, revealing their true colors. Even the clouds, the bottom of the water and everything in the mountains were exposed.

Soon, he noticed two intersecting sword lights, and then traced the sword lights back to their source, and saw two figures retreating more than a thousand feet each.

Su Xiaofan jumped off the carriage and started running wildly. The shocking sword mark on the ground was like a fiery white wind, and soon disappeared from the sight of the two people in the carriage. When Jun Zeyu and Shen Tianxin looked at the

When the Yinshan Mountain was divided into two, I saw a golden body of more than ten feet tall appearing on the top of the mountain with its body swollen with golden light!

Ordinarily for more than ten years, Su Xiaofan was an inconspicuous one among the geniuses of that generation at Bodhi Academy. With his six-character sect, his cultivation was not comparable to that of scholar Li Xingyun, or even Yan Ningxue.

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But he is diligent!

He is ordinary, but not mediocre.

The moment he reveals his magical power, from now on the whole world will recognize that fire stick, which teaches hundreds of foreign generals to make one less powerful person out of the ten!

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In a lake, heavy snow has fallen for many days. The mountains and rivers in Tianxi have long been frozen, and this lake is no exception. There is a thick layer of ice on the lake, and a thick layer of white snow is spread on the ice layer.

Ning Xianshan, the former master of the Daqi Sect who later joined the Demon Sect, was sitting by the lake roasting a hare, his spear deeply embedded in the snow, the silver light shining coldly, and the cold front approaching.

He paid attention to the lake from time to time, even when he was eating roast rabbit, he was still absent-minded. It was as if there were some gold, silver, jewelry, and magical powers buried under the thick white snow on the lake.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, Ning Xianshan quickly blocked it with his long sleeves

The hare, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, took a few steps back, and its eyes looking towards the lake gradually showed surprise and expectation.

I saw the north wind blowing across the lake, forming a spiral shape and rising from the ground. In just a few breaths, it formed a wind and snow tornado. And the tornado was extremely greedy, constantly swallowing the wind and snow and growing stronger, and the huge lake soon

It was completely covered by the tornado. Then there was a sound of jade breaking, and all the ice on the lake inside the tornado was shattered. What was exposed was actually boiling lake water, with steaming bubbles surging out. It became more and more intense, and there was a vague tendency to overturn the river.

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In order to avoid harming the pond fish, Ning Xianshan jumped up, retreated a hundred meters, and jumped to the top of the tall snow tree. With a move of his hand, the spear rolled and danced back to his hand. He licked the oil stains on his fingers and said something.

: "Good guy."

As soon as he finished speaking, two dazzling and narrow sword lights suddenly appeared in the snow tornado, instantly smashing the furious white dragon of snow and wind from the inside, making it return to purity, and the wind and snow stopped in the sky.

An extremely fast sword shadow emerged from the boiling lake and flew towards Ning Xianshan. This person who was in the Transformation Tribulation Realm with good marksmanship skills was actually a Jingling. He was surprised by the speed of the sword shadow.

Not wanting to do anything else, he casually threw away the remaining half of the roasted rabbit, hurriedly responded, and fired his gun to block.

Guns and swords clashed.

The ripples were mighty and spread around.

Ning Xianshan's arms trembled, and a numb feeling invaded his whole body from his wrists. This blow almost made him unable to hold the desert silver spear in his hand at the level of transformation. He looked at the man in front of him with a look of horror, looking at the violently shaking person.

The sword, and the one-armed figure floating slowly in the lake.

Ning Xianshan's eyes became filled with blood, as if arousing the fighting spirit and bloodiness in his heart. He looked at the man and grinned in a hoarse voice: "The sneak attack just now doesn't count, let's do it again."

The Silver Spear of the Desert, Ning Xianshan's magical power, swept out, repelling the famous sword Jian Twenty-Four, which was famous on the list of divine weapons, and flew back into the hands of the one-armed Li Luo.

Li Luo, who was standing in the void, smiled softly and said, "I only use one sword, you can see clearly."

"Wait a minute." Ning Xianshan suddenly called out. Then he made a move with his big sleeves, and twelve golden flying talismans moved around his body, transforming into a formation of twelve bronze figures, protecting himself within the formation, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"You have the Twenty-Four Divine Weapon Swords, and I have the Twelve Bronze Human Formation. No one takes advantage of the other. This is called fairness."

Li Luo raised his hand: "This sword is called Bai Chi Dangerous Tower, the first time it rains."

Ning Xianshan, who had no choice but to treat it with caution, raised his gun: "The seventh form, solitary smoke straight."