The Most Powerful Young Man

When the remaining four rainbow lights were getting closer, Xiao Yao suddenly burst into four golden lights again.

When the golden light gradually faded, the real face was revealed, four long swords that kept rotating around Xiao Yao.

Puppet Dragon, Nine Songs, White Head, Fu Li.

On the ground, the cultivators tilted their heads together, looking at Xiao Yao, who hovered in the sky with golden light.

"It's him! It's Xiao Yao!"

"Xiao Yao is back!"

"Didn't it all say that he is dead? How could it be possible? How could he be back again?"

Hearing it, many cultivators' voices were trembling, and it was obvious that Xiao Yao's return had created too much psychological pressure on them.

"Don't be afraid, we have five Lingjiang realms-no, four Lingjiang realm cultivators, Xiao Yao's previous thunder strike, I am afraid that a large amount of aura in his body has been consumed, and there are four powerhouses left. Kill it!" The person who said this was the current Sect Master of Jianzong Hong, Xu Wen.

He waited for this day, it was too long.

Before Xiao Yao owed him, he wanted Xiao Yao to pay it back with blood!

Even if he exhausts the entire Hong Jianzong, he will kill Xiao Yao!

At the same time, in the circle, Li Xiaoxiao and others were all surprised.

"Xiao Yao... it's Xiao Yao who is back!" Li Xiaoxiao rubbed his eyes vigorously. At first, he couldn't believe it. After seeing Xiao Yao's face clearly, he couldn't help exclaiming and hugged him next. Xia Yixing beside him cried out.

"Brother Xiao Yao is back, great!" Ruolan clasped her hands together and placed it on her chest, feeling equally excited.

The rest of the Yunxiao Palace all looked at the sky.

The golden light looked exceptionally dazzling.

"The night will eventually pass, and the sun will still rise the next day." Li Dan's lips squirmed slightly.

During this period, probably no one was more depressed than him.

Yunxiao Palace is his family background. Although it has been increasing and decreasing over the years, this time, in Xianren Mountain, so many brothers were suddenly buried. Doesn't his heart hurt?

Even, lying in bed, he couldn't sleep for many nights.

But even so, no one in Yunxiao Palace thought about going back, even on the day Peng Yiming died, they didn't shed a single tear.

Just as before Peng Yiming died, he looked at the east and shouted: "Death is right!"

Well, it probably just died well.

Because they died well, no one in the Yunxiao Palace would choose to retreat. They were not afraid of death. What they were afraid of was that they would fall to the Xianren Mountain and hurt Xiao Yao's mother, lover and friend.

If that's the case, how can they be worthy of Xiao Yao, right?

Xiao Yao in midair seemed to have sensed the thoughts of the people in the Yunxiao Palace.

He stretched out his hand and violently urged, all four golden long swords sprang out, dragging the golden rainbow, and colliding with the four Lingjiang realm practitioners, the sky was full of light, the air waves churned in the air, and the blood was spilled.

Xiao Yao still hovered there, motionless.

The four golden long swords are still spinning.

He looked at the direction of Xianren Mountain, with red eyes, and roared: "I Xiao Yao, I'm sorry you are!"

After saying these words, the four golden long swords turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows.

Sword shadows in the sky, clouds and sun, layer upon layer, there are hundreds of feet.

"I'm so sorry for everyone, I'm worthy of myself."

"What is the palace master of Yunxiao Palace? I have the qualifications for a fart."

"Peng Yiming, if you die, I can't save you, but I dare to assure you that on the day of heavy snow this year, I will not see a hundred awns in Tianxinggong. I will let the blood cover the heavy snow, and I will let The Tianxing Palace is full of bright red!"

"Kill me!"

The last three words came out from the mouth, all tens of thousands of sword shadows fell, rushing towards the cultivators below.

Xiao Yao was still hovering in the air, and he could hear the screams and pain echoing below, and many people were begging for mercy.

It's just those voices that can't induce any fluctuations in Xiao Yao's heart at this time.

The whole mountain of Immortal Mountain, it is hard to say that blood flows into a river, but when you look at it, it is bright red.

"Your life is not worth the life of my Yunxiao Palace alone. Oh no, even an ordinary soldier under Wu Jingtian's hands is much more expensive than yours."

Xiao Yao's body flashed a burst of colorful light again and flew into the magic circle.

He landed on the square and looked at the crowd.

The number of people in Yunxiao shop is generally more than that.

He wanted to smile easily, but couldn't laugh at all.

If it were before, Li Xiaoxiao and Xia Yixing would subconsciously rush over and plunge into their own man's arms, but this time they didn't.

Xiao Yao slowly walked towards everyone.

About ten meters away, he stopped, tucked his hands to the bottom, and did not get up for a long time.

"Everyone in the Hall of Clouds, welcome the Lord!" Li Dan and others shouted in unison.

"Welcome a fart, the lord fart." Xiao Yao finally raised his head, his eyes moist and his body trembling, "I am so capable, so how can I let you die so many people?"

Li Dan smiled: "Death was justified."

"What a shit!"

Xiao Yao felt that speaking directly now was very vulgar, but he didn't know what else he could say at this time.

In the depths of my heart, apart from the anger and hatred towards the heavenly palace and the hidden world, there is more to blame for myself.

If it weren't for choosing to retreat and break through and enter the Zhenwu ruins, maybe none of this would happen.

As long as oneself is still in Xianren Mountain, Tianxinggong must not dare to act rashly.

Li Dan took a step forward and said with a strong smile: "The people in the Yunxiao Palace died, and they died, but they only affected the Honghuangdao. This time, Honghuangdao also died of seven disciples, and Liumu was among them."

Xuan Kong Daochang paled, waved his hand, as if his injury had not healed.

"You are all dead so many people, if I don't die, I always feel embarrassed to see Xiao Yao."

Xiao Yao was speechless.

"Li Dan, starting today, you will retreat and give you three months. Three months later, in the deep winter, we will go to the Heavenly Palace."

"Yes, Young Master!" Li Dan gritted his teeth, "I can go now."

"Then, the lives of the wounded are all gone?" Xiao Yao asked.

Li Dan's eyes were dim, and he nodded, indicating that he understood Xiao Yao's meaning.

"I can go alone, but I want to take you with me even more. I can assure you that you won't have any casualties when you go to the Tianxing Palace this time."

Xiao Yao walked to Li Dan, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder. At the same time, a golden light penetrated into his body. After this spiritual energy entered his body, Li Dan instantly felt his body lighter, even a mass of air. The machine is tumbling in his own anger, and there are already faint signs of breaking through.

"At that time, you will not do anything, just stand in the distance, be a spectator, watching the incredible Heavenly Palace, how we stepped under our feet. Look at how the peaks of the palace were bloodied that day Covered."

When he said this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of the cloud.

"I don't know if you can see it, I hope you can see it..."

He waved his hand again: "Break through."

Li Dan immediately turned and left and escaped into the depths of the mountain.

Xiao Yao turned around again and glanced at Taoist Xuankong.

"This is what I owe you to the Primordial Dao, and the elixir will have it, but I know you don’t care about these. I promise you and give me some time. I will let you have a strong man who enters the realm of the Spirit Sea in the Primordial Dao. Will go further."

"Kun Mu?" Taoist Xuan Kong asked tentatively.

Xiao Yao nodded.

Xuanzang bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Yao laughed: "Thank you, you are not sincere."

Dao Xuan Kong is not the kind of person who likes imaginary and unsuccessful snakes. He simply nodded and said bluntly: "If I can't beat you, I will beat you severely, so that your face is covered with blood."

Xiao Yao did not speak.

"Nothing, there is nothing to say, this is what I am willing to do. At least none of the people who died are willing to retreat." Daoist Xuankong said, "In fact, Li Dan talked to me before again. I don't want to. Honghuangdao shot, he told me that before the Yunxiao Palace people died, Honghuangdao would not be able to intervene, and I agreed."

Xiao Yao was startled slightly, did not speak, and waited for Taoist Xuankong to continue speaking.

Daoist Xuankong said with a smile: "I agreed. The disciples under my hand watched the death of the people in the Palace of Clouds one by one. They didn't agree!"

When he looked at Xiao Yao again, his eyes were already red.

Xiao Yao still did not speak.

give an apology? If he still said that, I'm afraid Dao Master Xuankong could really rush to fight him desperately.

He turned around and looked at the rest of the Yunxiao Palace.

"Within three months, improve your cultivation level, and whether you can kill people with me at that time depends on your ability."

After speaking, he followed Nan Tianyuan and Song Yilin's qi and entered a villa.

Everyone in the Cloud Heaven Hall suddenly laughed.

"Peng Yiming, you're dead too early!" Zhuge Tu, who had only one arm, smiled and burst into tears, pointing towards the sky, "Your luck is not as good as mine after all!"

"Ouyang Wenwei, you are so dead. I owe you five hundred yuan, so you don't have to pay it back!" Ge Yi shouted with his throat.

Feng Ziyan rubbed his eyes, looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "Liu Yarong, you big liar, you said, when I grow up, you will marry me, your words don’t count... Cui Huilong, don’t you still pay? Do you want to learn to write calligraphy with me? How can you just leave?"

Two special forces remained, with firm eyes.

For a long time, they straightened their bodies towards the west and saluteed them.

Their comrades-in-arms are buried there!

I still remember the smiles on their faces and the laughter when they were training together.

There is a fairy mountain in China, but there is no fairy on the fairy mountain.

Some of them are survivors, paying homage to those heroic giants.

"Respect you a glass of wine, respect your spirit, respect your no regrets, respect your unrequitedness. It is better to **** up your ears, listen to the horses in the four directions, listen to the girl's ballads, listen to the nine thousand miles forward ..." Ruolan hummed a ballad from Miaojiang at some point. The vocabulary and syllables were incomprehensible. To her surprise, the singing voice entered her ears, and every word was so clear.