The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration

Murder was getting stronger and stronger, and Kunlun's head was stunned. Even if he knew from Beiguang Xianzi's mouth that Beichen Xuanming's practice is now, he saw it with shock. In just 20 years, God has treated this person too favorably.

He retreated for a distance, took out the defensive weapon, and waited. With so many monks behind him, he is not afraid of Beichen Xuanming.

Hong Ying holding the seriously injured Hanguang Fairy, standing behind Kunlun's head, stared at the cold-looking man, looking at the anger on his face, and felt that this man was really far away from himself.

The sword used by Beichen Xuanming is an ancient sword brought out from the fairyland. The sword body is extremely sharp and the light emitted is bright and dazzling. Looking at it alone makes people feel a kind of trembling.

The man's gaze was like electricity, and his bottomless eyes swept across the people present, and finally his eyes fell on the head of the Kunlun faction, and the sword in his hand suddenly moved.

At that moment, for some reason, the sunny sky became densely covered with clouds, the wind was rising, the sky was dark, and then the goose feather-like snow began to float down, falling on each person.

This situation is too weird, as if even heaven has a murderous intention to these monks.

The people in the major schools were all stunned. It wasn't until the harsh screams whistled. They woke up and quickly turned to see what happened. In this way, their hands could not shake slightly.

I saw that Beichen Xuanming was looking down and wiping the blood on the ancient sword in his hand, and there was no expression on his face. Only the dark eyes showed very contemptuous eyes.

The wind was blowing countless snow flakes and blowing on all the people's faces. The convenient location pointed by the sword was a man of unrecognizable, hands, feet and limbs, but he was still alive, his body was still twisting, his throat There was a whining sound. It turned out that his tongue was gone and Qi Gen was cut off.

So fast! So fast sword!

"You dare to hurt our Master!" Kunlun sent his disciples to look at the miserable middle-aged man on the ground, suddenly angry, brushed, and drew out the long swords around his waist, and yelled, "Tian Dao Zong colluded with the devil to repent, It turned out that I sent the head and Honourable Han Guang to look like this, and this revenge had to be reported! "

At this moment, Beichen Xuanming suddenly sneered, and the laughter was still that kind of cold and murderous spirit.

In front of Beichen Xuanming, even the head of Kunlun could not resist half a move, not to mention their low-level monks. However, there are hundreds of thousands of monks behind them. These people will not miss the opportunity to deal with the Heavenly Sect.

Zi Xiao's real man's sword was also slowly raised, and said coldly, "Those who violate my heavenly sect, kill without amnesty."

In the cold wind, his purple dress was grinning, his handsome face was colder than ice and snow, making people look faint.

Kunlun's body shook slightly, and after looking at the many monks behind him, he calmed down and shouted in unison, "Except the magic guardian, destroy the Heavenly Sect!"

Even if Red Sakura stopped, she could do nothing.

"Destroy the Heavenly Sect!" This is the purpose of their arrival. Everyone heard the divergent opinions and took out the magic weapon. They rushed forward and attacked the Heavenly Sect together. What they saw was the peerless sword in the hands of Beichen Xuanming, which was the mysterious treasure in the Heavenly Sect. As long as the people of Tiandaozong are killed, why not get these things.

The fluffy snowflakes piled a thick layer on them, turning the blue silk into white hair. From a distance, it seemed that everyone had reached the end of life.

The people of Tiandaozong looked sad and greedy with violent and greedy expressions on their faces. One Kunlun faction did not look at them, and three or four Kunlun factions were the calamities of the Heavenly Sect.

Beichen Xuanming was still looking at the sword in his hand. Suddenly his eyes were cold and he darted, inserting the sword in front of the ancestral gate of the Heavenly Taoist Sect, and then quickly flipped his palms to form the seals.

One of them is very weird. Even Zixiao's real person has never seen it, but he created it himself, called a gossip array, which can both trap people and kill people.

Layers of light curtains flashed. When the crowd reacted, the disciples of Tiandaozong had already stood in his defensive formation, and that weird formation had trapped the twenty first rushed up in an instant. Monk.

These twenty people had never seen such a formation, and naturally did not know how to break it, so they died under the sword of Beichen Xuanming.

The man's eyes were terrible, and Han Man flashed, and his sword added a few more lives.

Hong Ying didn't move. She didn't have such greed like everyone else. She just stared at the man like this, killing one after another. The red blood squirting from those people stained every ground of the Heavenly Sect.

The blood flowed into the river, and it was terrible to see, this was the sight that Hong Ying saw.

Suddenly she knelt on the ground, crying, and the screaming in her ears never stopped.

Seeing it here, Gu Yunxi has been stunned. Then I suddenly realized that the original Bagua array was not created by him, but learned from Beichen Xuanming. Because he lost his memory, he became his own in ignorance.

On the way to the middle of the road, Chu Ya suddenly reached out and blocked the path of the Netherfall, saying, "Count him here." His cultivation is above the Netherlands, and he has reached the front of Zongmen.

The young man was thinking about the safety of Beichen Xuanming. He shook his head and said, "It's not too late when it's safe."

auzw.com Chu Ya stared at him intently, sighed, and then said, "Think about it, Tian Daozong is related to him this time. If you do n’t think about it now, To see if Tiandaozong can be turned into evil. "

Ning Luo froze for a while, looking at Chu Ya's eyes speechless. Chu Ya knew many things, and his strength was above him. He insisted on letting him count.

"Okay." He gritted his teeth and nodded.

Chu Ya smiled lightly and took out a sharp short knife. This knife is not like an ordinary knife. The blade is silver-white, but the light emitted is black, with a strong evil spirit.

He first cut a knife in his own hand, then cut a knife in the sinking hand, and then the two wounds faced together. At the moment of blood blending, the sinking mind emerged about the heavens. all.

However, he didn't need to count anymore, Chu Ya had told him everything.

Chu Ya still calculated this hexagram for him.

Mingluo sat down and absorbed the memories from Chuya without delay. Over time, he became more and more stiff, and the whip in his hand was thrown out.

Suddenly, he understood the true meaning of the kind of disgusted eyes that Zi Xiao looked at him.

He shook his head and murmured, "Beichen Xuanming just practiced ruthless Tao. It's not something that can't be emotional. He's not, he can't be!"

Su Ming jumped up suddenly, looked up at Chu Ya, and said, "Did you also know? You knew it early?" Knowing that he will never be with Bei Chen Xuan Ming, knowing the fate that the man was carrying.

Chu Ya smiled, no longer as evil as before, but brought a touch of warmth, he sighed again and said slowly, "Yes. I already knew that fate is all doomed."

He gazed at the sinking, and said again, "Fate is fixed." Some people always think that man is bound to win the sky, not knowing that everything in this world is arranged.

The bleak face changed completely, his eyes stared at Chu Ya for a moment. He was so angry that his eyes had become black and red, and there was a strong unwillingness, and all the magic pressure on his body was gushing out.

Chu Ya smiled slightly, covering the youth's dark red eyes, and said softly, "Even if I told you early, wouldn't you fall in love with him? Wouldn't you want him to fall in love with you?"

The sinking was silent. He can't do it.

The color of the sky is already dark. On the Tao of Heaven, everyone who approached Beichen Xuanming and was not alive was the siege of dozens of people, and he could not be treated. These people have become the souls of men under the sword.

The real life of Zixiao and Beichen Xuan is very high, but the so-called two fists are difficult to defeat the four hands, which is the highest practice. Under such a large number of monks, they will inevitably be injured.

"Zixiao is real! Brother Beichen!" Tiandaozong disciple exclaimed, watching a monk's sword fall on Beichen Xuanming's body.

When they reacted, they were already trapped in Beichen Xuanming's enchantment and were protected. They could only watch the two as they are now, and they would approach their monks and kill each one.

Beichen Xuanming's sword was very fast. When he killed, like Zixiao, he was expressionless. The monks who died in the hands of the two of them had reached hundreds.

Some of the majors looked at their fellow students who died, and their eyes were filled with pain. No matter how much they regret, they will not save these people's lives.

"I killed you!" Suddenly I heard a loud drink, and I don't know which group of disciples rushed out in anger.

Even after being injured, Beichen Xuanming's expression has not changed, and the eyes are filled with chilling murderousness. As soon as his long sword crossed, they sealed them with a sword.

The disciples of Tiandaozong stared at everything in front of them, and mumbled, "We are all Tiandaozongs, we should guard the Zongmen together."

They knew the intentions of Beichen Xuanming and Zixiao, and thanked them for their love, but they wanted to work together to resist these monks instead of just being a protector.

Suddenly, Beichen Xuanming's sword-holding hand gave a slight meal, the sharp ancient sword almost slipped from his hand, he gritted his teeth, his right hand tightened sharply, and his face paled a bit, then It was as pale and white as the snow flying above the heavens.

"Xuanming, you also step away." Zi Xiao really looked at the man and said slowly.

Beichen Xuanming was bitten back by the heart-worn oath, and now he was in desperation, but instead of obeying the real life of Zi Xiao, he continued to use the sword in his hand, and then killed, even if the sword tip was trembling slightly.

"Beichen Xuanming can't do it anymore, let's go up!" Hundreds of people stepped forward, all the instruments in their hands pointed at the man. Beichen Xuanming endured the severe pain in his whole body, and his sword was raised.

He knew that this time, he couldn't kill anyone.

Speaking late, at that time, a crimson figure suddenly burst out, and the dark green whip fluttered, entangled those people's waists.

Beichen Xuanming saw him, and there was only him in his eyes.