Xuan Dao looked at the boy for no reason and said, "What... the hero of his fellow disciples? Oh, are you from Jiuyan Mountain?" He remembered that those who could say such words in this place were the people of Jiuyan Mountain, and they were just confused in their hearts: The mountain has collapsed, why are there still evil?

The young man said, "You were not worthy of asking my name at first, but since I want to avenge Jiuyan Mountain, I will certainly not avoid my identity, Jiange, Cheng Jun." As he said that, the sword in his hand was horizontal and crossed his chest - "Come here to kill you."

Xuan Dao's eyes sank, and he looked at Cheng Jun carefully. Seeing that he was wearing white clothes and a solemn expression, he felt a little like a son of revenge, but he didn't care. He killed people in Yingye, and Jiuyan Mountain was nothing. If he was concerned about the Avengers, he would not have to practice Taoism.

What's more, this boy is just...

"You are a real person with a soul, just the bright fireflies, and you also compete with the sun and the moon..." Xuan Dao's eyes swept over him and suddenly shouted: "I'm not interested in you, so I'll ask the person behind you to come out!"

The reason why Xiaoxiao Zhenren didn't immediately pinch Cheng Jun to death was because Xuan Dao didn't want to fall into someone else's trap. In his opinion, a young man with a deep hatred of blood, with a feeling of looking at death, wearing white clothes and plain clothes to challenge his powerful opponent. If his brain was either burned by the blood, he would be used by another opponent as a gun.

Just like he originally planned to use Lu Lingxuan.

Xuan Dao just knew that an enemy would probably use everything to attack him, that Lao Xuan Dao. Although it was still an incredible thing to find the right chess piece so quickly in just one day, it might be that he happened to find a boy who could use it when he came to find the Realm Sect and pushed him out to plot against him.

How could Xuandao let him do what he wants?

"Old thing." Xuan Dao said coldly, "Do you still know shame when using the doll's life to protect you? Get out of here!"

I screamed a few times, but no one answered.

Cheng Jun sneered and said, "The word "shamed" comes from your mouth. It really makes people laugh. You die for me..." The long sword turned into a rainbow, and the sword light shone forward.

It was a very magnificent sword rainbow.

The brilliant white light is the essence of the Western Gengjin sword energy, with a chilling and extreme sharpness.

The sword light shines like the scorching sun. Its speed is faster than blinking. The range of impact is not wide. The sword light, which is more than meter long, is only the size of the bowl mouth, showing the owner's precise control.

It has only one goal - Xuandao.

The sword light approached, and it only took half a moment. It had arrived in front of Xuandao's eyes—

However, it is still too far behind Xuan Dao.

This is still just the sword energy emitted by a real person. Although the sword technique has reached the level of practicing sword into rainbow, its destructive power is better than ordinary magical powers. But even a sword cultivator cannot cross the gap in the realm—

"Sword Cultivator, are you Jiange?" Xuan Dao smiled. It seemed that the old guy had no idea, so he had to knock off his minions first. While smiling, he stretched out his finger to point the sword energy and gently flicked it.

The reason why such a simple move is that the movement is too big will reveal more flaws and leave opportunities for the hidden people.

But this bullet was also the attack of the God Lord.

Thorns-

The moment the sword light and fingers intersected. The sound of the sword light entering the flesh, blood splattered, and a finger soared into the sky.

The real person's sword light collided with the God's body, and the God's finger was broken. The sword light encountered no obstacles and continued to chop down. This time the target was Xuandao's head!

The speed of the sword light was slower first and then faster, and with already as fast as lightning, it suddenly increased tenfold!

Xuan Dao's eyebrows and eyes were covered by sword energy, and he was already very close to the sword light and body.

Puff—Bang!

After all, he was the old god who had been practicing for many years. After experiencing the pain of the broken finger, Xuan Dao responded to the pain without waiting to react. A layer of soft light had automatically floated on his body. The soft light did not open a shield like the ordinary armor technique and then stopped, but expanded rapidly like a face-burning, and immediately collided with the oncoming sword light. It made a loud bang.

Xuan Dao was shocked to take a few steps back in the soft light, his body was hit by the mountain wall, and the stream was right beside him, and the waves of sword energy were so shaken that the water splashed everywhere, part of which fell on his body-protecting soft light, flashing in the sunlight!

The sword light suddenly retracted and landed on the sword in Cheng Jun's hand. Cheng Jun's fingers shook slightly, and then he pinched the sword light.

Hiss--

Xuan Dao took a breath of air, and Yu Guang swept his fingers. The fingertips that had just shot the sword light had completely disappeared. They were as neat as being cut by a sharp blade. They didn't even have time to shed blood. They could only vaguely see a piece of white bone. They couldn't help but be both glad and angry. Fortunately, they stopped in time, but they were only slightly injured, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. What was annoying was that he had not suffered such injuries for so many years, and it was still his original body!

How much face would he lose when he was actually hurt by a real person? Xuan Dao's face was already ashen and his facial features were slightly distorted.

How could he be so insulted? Of course, he would have to find a thousand times more!

But behind the anger, there was a hint of doubt and even fear...

The real person cannot hurt the God King, that is not the concept of entering the Taoist siege to attack the foundation building with magic. When it comes to the Yuanshen stage, especially in the realm of the Divine Travel, the power of the Yuanshen has already washed the body many times. Even if he stands still and lets the real person cut off the magical powers and weapons, it will definitely be unscathed.

Unless this kid isn't a real person?

Xuan Dao's eyes became solemn again, and his eyes turned around Cheng Jun's face. The unique divine thoughts of the soul had already enveloped the entire Jiufang Valley.

No! No! No!

This kid is not a god, and there are no other gods hidden in Jiufang Valley!

The search result was not surprising. Xuan Dao also guessed that even if the old thing was here, it would not be hidden so clearly that he could detect it. This kid is indeed not the God of the Yuanshen.

The number of the Yuanshen Divine Lord is limited. Even in Yanyun, the advancement of the Divine Lord is strictly controlled. The spiritual energy in the north is even more impossible to support the birth of a Divine Lord, and it is even difficult to even connect the pill. This kid is indeed just a sword cultivator.

It seems that he has temporarily obtained the power of the God King and released it through special means. The pure power may already be in the state of out-of-body state. Only then can he hurt Xuandao, even if it is just the superficial one.

"With the real person, you have gained the power of the God King, and the price you pay is quite high." Xuan Dao said lightly, "It seems that you are a dead soldier."

In order to avenge, Xuan Dao was willing to pay the price of his life. Such loyal and martyrdom deceased soldiers were very popular because these people were easy to control. He especially liked to use a knife to kill people, then cultivate the fish that escaped the net as the deceased soldiers, turn their hands and turn their hands into rain, and play with chess pieces, which is a good pastime.

But when this dead man is used by others to deal with him, it is not a good thing. Because this person has the urge to lose both sides, he is very resilient and the most difficult to deal with.

Xuan Dao's eyes turned to the sword in Cheng Jun's hand and said, "What a pity, even if you paid such a great price, you have only gained strength. There is still a huge difference between you and the God Lord. I know that guy is asking you to consume my strength, but he is destined to be disappointed. You are not worthy of enjoying my strength." As he said that, he reached out and held his left hand, it was already hot, and a ray of sunlight rose in his hand. In the blink of an eye, the broken fingers had returned to their original state, with smooth skin and no flaws. The rebirth of broken limbs is not a great magical power.

Of course, the sentence Xuandao is half true and half false.

The power can be improved, but the realm cannot be improved. This is a fact, but sword cultivators are more advantageous than others. Because sword skills are different from ordinary magical powers, they are not only inherited from low to high, but also have a pure requirement for power much higher than other monks. Therefore, a low-level sword cultivator who obtains high power may indeed pose a threat to high-level monks.

This should be the reason why the old guy chose this kid. Since he has not improved his realm, the power should be condensed on his sword.

Xuan Dao's eyes swept over the dark green sword, and he had already had a scheming in his heart - without that sword, he was just a real person like an ant.

He didn't have to spend so much effort to deal with opponents of this level. But as he said himself, he wouldn't let Cheng Jun consume his strength and let that old guy take advantage of loopholes.

He didn't even plan to move a step.

With his newly recovered finger, Xuan Dao smiled and said, "You must know that if the real person is the soil below, the God is the sun in the sky." The sound was like coming from a distance, with a unique vibration echo.

The sky was originally purple, and the fog had not dissipated, but as his finger pointed, the purple clouds actually cracked a hole, and the scorching sun broke through the clouds-

The sun shines!

The sunlight sprinkled evenly in every corner, and the temperature in the air suddenly increased a lot. I don’t know if it was a problem with vision, but the sunlight was like a line and began to be clear.

Zizzi...

Xuandao's fingers moved again, and the sunlight suddenly became visible. Countless sunlights gathered into lines, turning into dozens of twisted golden snakes, and pounced towards Cheng Jun.

Each golden snake is no less than the sword light that Cheng Jun just slashed out, and the intense heat waves of sunshine on them are even more breathtaking.

Before the first dozens of golden snakes reached their destination, the golden snakes behind were formed continuously, pounced on one wave after another, and the golden snakes danced wildly on the ground, and the waves rose!

No energy is purer and more powerful than sunlight.

The mysterious way cultivates the celestial phenomena, the wind, rain, and clouds. But the most powerful attack power is the sunshine and scorching sun.

When he fought with Jiao Yuancheng, he also turned into the scorching sun and suppressed Jiao Yuancheng's dragon power. But now he would not use such a method, and he was still guarding against the people behind Cheng Jun. Such magical powers of the golden snake dancing wildly only consumed his mind.

The golden snake is already rushing to the face!

Cheng Jun looked at the dazzling golden snake in front of him and said helplessly: "Idiot, why do you always think that there is someone behind me?"
Chapter completed!