The Longshan Taoist pupils contracted, but he did not take action.

The few people who knew the identity of the Tianjian Zhenren all had their pupils. Ning Qi was still in the fog, so where did he find a Tianjian Zhenren? Besides, the Chiyang Martial Saint in front of him was obviously malicious. Even if he really called Tianjian Zhenren, what would happen? It would be a little more humiliation.

"Don't want to?" Chiyang Wusheng narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous aura gradually rose.

Taoist Longshan stood in front of everyone and endured it alone.

He kept bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Under the huge pressure, he felt his limbs and bones making overwhelming creaking sounds, as if he was about to fall apart in the next second.

He raised his head with unyielding eyes:

"If you want to take our lives, even if you come, the dignified martial saint bullies the small ones for the big ones, and you will not be afraid of laughing at the world!"

Chiyang Wusheng smiled.

"It's still a hard bone? It's fun. I've changed my mind. You're not afraid of death, right? Since that's the case, I want you to watch your disciples be wiped out like an ant in front of you."

His words were light, but they were filled with a cold and coldness.

The words fell.

A huge red palm condensed out and held it towards the Taoist Longshan with a swelling force, just like a giant comparing an ant. The two were completely different from the same dimension. Everyone was afraid of the strength of the Martial Saint, while the Zhenwu Sect was a little desperate.

However, everyone was not afraid.

Looking at the Taoist Longshan who was constantly coughing up blood, everyone only regretted that they were not strong enough.

"Old dog of Chiyang, if there is a future, I will kill you!" Ye Qinghe shouted coldly, his pupils turned bloody.

"Even ants dares to compete with Haoyue for the bright light?" Chiyang Martial Saint disdained.

The giant palm suppresses.

Everyone held their breath.

Taoist Longshan sighed lightly, but he didn't expect that he would fall on the eve of the rise of the Zhenwu Sect. He had done his best, but he was helpless, the gap was too big.

At this time.

A dragon roar rang through the sky, causing everyone's souls to tremble. They heard incomparable anger from the roar.

Everyone looked at each other subconsciously.

A white true dragon rushed out of the fog, with unparalleled power and a suffocating sense of oppression. The true dragon came to the world, calling the wind and rain, the sea overturned, and warships swayed left and right. The powerful people in the Heavenly Realm were shocked. When the true dragon vomited, a white master suddenly rushed out, and the red giant palm that suppressed the people of the Zhenwu Sect was immediately split.

Song!!

The real dragon roared, and everyone was shocked.

But what attracted everyone's attention was the young Taoist standing on the head of the true dragon. He was dressed in white and was extraordinary.

He didn't say a word, but just stared at the Chiyang Martial Saint coldly, but everyone could not feel a bone-broken chill, as if a disaster was about to come.

Another ancient saint?

But someone has recognized the identity of the person, and his eyes are full of disbelief.

Who is this the young Taoist who has not appeared in the Zhenwu Sect?

Everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was extremely excited, and their bodies were trembling with excitement. Taoist Longshan breathed a long sigh and his eyes were filled with relief. He was not afraid of death, but was afraid that these disciples who were still growing up would die with him. That would be a pity.

Dao Ren Longshan, Ye Qinghe and others knew Ning Qi's identity better. The other three generations of disciples stared at each of them, excited and shocked:

"Uncle Ninth Master is so powerful?"

Although they don’t know what age Ning Qi is, they also know that they are very young.

The next moment.

The Chiyang Martial Saint answered their doubts.

"Which fellow Taoist is coming?" Chiyang Martial Saint was a little surprised and puzzled.

He sensed the similar aura on Ning Qi's body, which was obviously the ancient saint who has been revived since the time, but for a moment he could not see Ning Qi's feet. From the aura of the white dragon under the feet of the young Taoist, he knew that the person in front of him had no ordinary control over spiritual power, and those who possessed such abilities would inevitably be an unknown person.

Ning Qi ignored it.

He controlled the white dragon and landed in front of the Zhenwu Sect. Looking at the blood stains on the Taoist robe of the Longshan Taoist and the listless aura, the chill in his eyes became even more intense.

He circulated the Qi in his body and turned into a magnificent vitality, and entered it into the body of the Longshan Taoist. It was like a dead tree in spring. The Longshan Taoist's state recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing this method, Chiyang Wushen's pupils shrank again, and several names appeared in his mind, but they rejected them one by one.

"Friendly Daoist style!" Chiyang Martial Saint snorted coldly, his eyes gradually becoming unkind.

Ning Qi still ignored it.

He turned to look at the others, and Ye Qinghe had quickly told Ning Qi all the things that had happened before.

Ning Qi listened.

His face became calmer.

After being ignored one after another, the Chiyang Martial Saint gradually lost patience. He was an ancient saint, even the Great Yan Martial Saint had to treat him with courtesy. The reason why he was so polite was just that he didn't want to make enemies in vain, but Ning Qi's repeated neglecting undoubtedly made him feel that his face was greatly damaged.

"Those who hide their heads and tails..." The shouts were not over.

Ning Qi took action again.

He stretched out his hand and waved it, and the sky swords gathered in the air. As soon as this unique skill was released, everyone was stunned. The identity of the young Taoist in front of him was about to emerge.

The real person of Tianjian?!

But isn’t Tianjian Zhenren an old man? How could he be so young? Could this be his true identity?

Everyone was shocked.

Especially Luofu Sword Lord, his body couldn't help but tremble. The Tianjian Zhenren had become his psychological shadow. He suddenly appeared in front of him, making him subconsciously approach the Chiyang Martial Saint, but the next moment, his body trembled even more violently.

I saw hundreds of swords divided into three above the sky.

One is to lock Luofu Sword Lord, the other is to lock the Black Evil Sword Lord, and the other is to lock the White Eyebrow Master.

In Ning Qi's heart.

All three deserve to die.

The unconcealed murderous intent made the three of them change their faces, and their eyes were full of fear. The terrifying and extremely sharp edge made them completely lose their innocence. Luofu Jianzun shouted shrillly:

"Sir Wu Sheng, save me!"

The other two men also quickly approached the Chiyang Martial Saint.

The face of Chiyang Martial Saint was even more ugly. He didn't care about the lives of these three people, but this move undoubtedly did not take him seriously at all. The contempt made him angry.

"What a courageous! I want to see who you are!"

He stepped out of the golden carriage and pointed his hand. A large sun compass suddenly appeared on his chest. There were many mysterious patterns on it, which was dazzling, as if he was engraved with strange beasts.

The compass slowly rotated, and the buzzing sounded across the sky, making everyone feel palpitations, and finally locked onto a bird-shaped beast.

The next moment.

The fire surged, accompanied by a sharp roar, and a golden crow appeared from the compass.

The golden crow appeared in the world, and the temperature rose sharply. The sea water was instantly evaporated into a huge pit, which was spectacular. Three true fires spewed out of the golden crow's mouth, blocking the heavenly swords in three directions respectively.

Ning Qi wants to kill him, so he has to save him!

Everyone was breathing stagnant.

When the two ancient saints confronted each other, they only felt their scalp numb and they would suffer an unrestrained disaster if they were accidentally killed.

Ning Qi's face was in a state of no waves.

He stood in the void, and under his seat, the white dragon roared and attacked, and the clouds and rains were turned into a cage to trap the true fire. Ning Qi used the mysterious little Zhenwu Seal, which had the effect of suppressing space. The originally aggressive golden crow true fire was immediately blocked.

The face of the Chiyang Martial Saint changed drastically. It was too late for him to change his moves, so he could only watch the heavenly swords suppress it.

Rumble!

Although the strength of the three powerful men on the Heavenly Man List is indeed strong, it is far behind Ning Qi.

There was no power to fight back in front of the Heavenly Sword.

The sword of heaven washes the ground.

Countless people lost their voices and could only watch this scene blankly. The sea overturned and even the seabed was lifted out.

Wait until everything is calm.

Where can there be the figures of Luofu Jianzun and the other three?

There is even no scum.

Everyone was shuddering, and the eyes of the young Taoist gaze were filled with a strong look of awe.

This Tianjian Zhenren... is so murderous!

It’s better to meet than to be famous.

The angry roar of the Chiyang Martial Saint broke the silence:

"Okay! Very good! It seems that you are really going to break up. No matter what your origin is, if you don't give up anything today, others will think that I, Chiyang, can be bullied in the future!"

His face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out. The compass on his chest began to rotate rapidly, and wisps of golden red light burst out completely.
To be continued...