When the crowd heard the voice, they stood up one after another, all of them looked serious and ready to go.

"Why is the Demon Cult coming?"

"Good here, I won't clean them all today!"

Several Taoist priests came from other peaks with swords and instantly surrounded the carriage.

The leader of the Demon Sect waved his hand and said with a strange smile: "Don't be excited, we are not here today to cause trouble. Didn't we hear that Elder Zhang is going to ascend? Old friends can't say nothing about leaving, so today I came to practice it for Elder Zhang."

A Taoist priest had a sword energy in his hand several feet high, ready to take action at any time, and shouted angrily: "What good ideas can you have for your Demon Sect? Since you are here today, don't leave."

After saying that, he stabbed out a sword, driving the flying rainbow. The man led by the Demon Sect wrapped in black smoke with one hand and grabbed the sword blade steadily from the air, but he still couldn't stop the sword and quickly retreated. His face was full of strange smiles. For a moment, the fog floated and spread all over the ground.

The person who stabs the sword is the elder of Qingcheng Mountain, Xia Chong! The person who receives the sword is one of the four guardians of Feiyu Peak, Mi Cun!

"Elder Xia's swordsmanship has improved a lot!" Xu Xiaofeng appeared beside Zhang De at this time. He was wearing a black robe, just opposite Chen Daoxuan's white robe. He stood on both sides of Zhang De, like two guardians.

The most taboo thing about a sect is to not be able to meet the young and yellow. Either the elders are at the top but the younger generation has no prospects, or the younger generation has extremely high talent but no elders can protect them for a long time and die. Both situations are very fatal.

There are now young people below Qingcheng Mountain, mainly Chen Daoxuan, upwards, like Xia Chong, and upwards are pillars like Zhang De and Xu Xiaofeng. One sect is a prosperous atmosphere.

Zhang De glanced at Xu Xiaofeng and said, "Why did you come?"

"Isn't this trying to find a better-looking dress? You can't lose your senior brother's face!" Xu Xiaofeng said, looking at Chen Daoxuan again, and waved his hand, "Xiao Xuanzi! Long time no see!"

Only Xu Xiaofeng would call Chen Daoxuan like this. Chen Daoxuan replied, "Hello uncle!"

"I heard that Elder Xia went down the mountain to practice a hundred years ago and had some understanding of the Taoist heart. It seems that the rumors are true!" Xu Xiaofeng looked at the competition quietly, "But it is still a bit difficult for his opponent to be Mi Cun, one of the four great guardians."

"It's very wise for the old guy to send Mi Cun to come." Zhang De said with a squinted eyes and smiled, "I just don't know what to do."

Zhang De thought, would you calculate it? But then he thought that he was not good at deriving one thing, and he, a person who was about to ascend to the sky, would care about what he did. Later generations would have worries about future generations. If he did too much, it would be too much. At that time, it would not be possible for these younger generations to bear the backlash of the way of heaven.

As one of the four protectors of Feiyu Peak, Mi Cun is completely different from other protectors. Most of the people who go up Feiyu Peak carry deep revenge on their bodies.

Or those who kill countless people to escape, there is another type of person who practice their own unique skills, which are evil kung fu, such as eating people's hearts, and they need to find a place to protect them. For example, Meng Ping, the judge of Feiyu Peak Fire, ten thousand years ago, was called the Blood Demon Ancestor because of his practice. However, this is all the old calendar. Nowadays, the judge of Water and Fire has changed people, and they are relatively low-key and unknown to the present day.

However, Mi Cun did not kill innocent people indiscriminately or practice evil techniques, but he just went to Feiyu Peak to become the position of the four great guardians, which was a strange story back then. So just now, the reason why the Demon Cult was very responsive but could still bear it. If someone else came, he would have been attacked by the group.

No one knows what kind of cultivator Mi Cun is, a sword cultivator? He has never seen sword playing or martial artists? He doesn't have the foundation of those martial artists and is a practitioner of Taoism. But he is very good at fighting. Anyway, Mi Cun is full of secrets, so he probably knows what he is thinking.

At this time, Mi Cun held the sword blade with one hand, and black smoke kept rolling on it, wiping away the sword energy, but the other hand was placed behind him and swaying constantly to remove the power of the sword. The hand placed behind him, purple air filled the hand, and after a while, a huge cloud formed behind him. The clouds were so big that the two of them entered it as if they entered a forest, and like a huge beast swallowing both of them into their mouths.

Mi Cun's palm slightly wiping towards the sword blade, and a dazzling spark rubbed out from it, but he also got rid of Xia Chong's strong attack and disappeared in the fog in an instant, like a ghost!

Xia Chong wiped his fingers over the sword body, and muttered a word in his mouth, "What a wonder, what a magnificent way, what a magnificent way, the heavens are clear, the earth are peaceful, the gods are spiritual, the valleys are full, and all things are eternal. - The Strategy of Ten Thousand Swords"

After reciting the mantra, I just applied the entire sword body. In an instant, a handful of pocket small swords appeared around Xia Chong, tens of thousands of them. The dense small swords were like pouring rain, but they hung upside down, soaring from bottom to top, forming a dazzling column of sword energy. The fog was instantly pierced into a huge hole, and for a moment it shone brightly.

But in the blink of an eye, the fog gathered again, without any damage. Mi Cun's voice came from all directions in the fog, deep and strange, "I said, can we stop fighting? I didn't plan to fight with people. Then I can't stop and hurt you, and even Feiyu Peak can't go back!"

Xia Chong suddenly turned around and slashed out a sword, "Noisy!"

Mi Cun, who was struck by the attack, was still talking, and a crack spread from head to toe. He grinned, and his whole body turned into smoke and melted. Although the sword hit it, it obviously did not cause any damage.

"I really don't have the mood to fight now. If you want to hit us, let's go and fight next time!"

Xia Chong did not speak, his face calmly, and suddenly closed his eyes again. The sword intent continued to rise. The lush sword intent shook like a wave of air. The sword energy green dragons surging in the clouds and mist, making a dull sound in their mouths. Another eye-opening light shone everywhere. A magic image that supported the heaven and earth appeared on the Zhuque Peak, and the magic image was full of golden light.

Xia Chong's thoughts moved again, and tens of thousands of pocket swords continued to gather together to form a huge red light sword, with sword energy lingering on it, like a giant dragon rolling.

Faxiang held the red light sword in his hand, his face was expressionless, and he suddenly slashed downward. His aura was as big as breaking the sky and the earth, and the strong wind whistled. Just a sword, the purple fog was cut off in the waist, split into two, and could not be calmed down for a long time!

The huge magic statue raised his sword again, but this time it slashed horizontally, carrying the sound of wind, piercing the broken night, blooming with magnificent light, and the purple mist was divided into four!

"Okay! Xia Chong is looking for the right way." Zhang De said, "These two swords are not simple. Each sword contained in it will cut off Mi Cun's foundation. If the root of this can be continuously restored, Mi Cun can no longer pretend to be a god!"

The Dharma Xiang raised his sword again, but this time he was glaring, like a god descending to earth, with golden light shining on his body, and his sword body was crossed. He actually wanted to hold the sword and slam all the purple fog with one sword! One sword slapped it like a god beat a drum, pulling the whole world of turmoil!

The purple mist instantly dispersed and turned into a trace of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy shot into all directions like an arrow. Just when everyone thought the victory or defeat was decided, a pair of hands supported the sword and slapped it. It was like this huge sword, like the same as the mayfly, but it really made the sword unable to continue to cut down any more!

This person is Mi Cun. Mi Cun finally took over the hippie smile just now, his eyes were a little dim, even gloomy, and his face was cold like ice! The purple spiritual energy that had just erupted just now gathered on him again, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, flowing endlessly. He sucked hard, and all the smoke flowed from his seven orifices. The whale swallowed the momentum was absorbed into his body in an instant. His face was once again smoky, and the faint light in his eyes, and the black robe was extremely weird!

Just now, the three swords were cut in succession. In fact, the first two swords played a role. The last sword was that he took the initiative to scatter all the smoke, so to be precise, he did not hurt him at all, but if he had to be serious next, he would really not be able to end up well by then.

"Oh!" he sighed, his face depressed, "Since I'm going to beat me, I can't do anything!"

In the meantime, he smashed the sword above his head with one punch, and the ground was hit by a big pit in an instant. Another moment, he was like a meteor passing through the sky, carrying a purple flame and was about to go towards Xia Chong's Dharma image! Since you want to hit it, you will hurt you!

Just as the Dharma image was about to be hit, Zhang De took action, waved his sleeves and chanted gently, like a punishment from heaven, saying the Dharma to follow, "Retreat!"

A long river of time appeared between Xia Chong and Mi Cun, which seemed to be only one foot wide, but no matter how Mi Cun rushed forward, it was still that distance and could never reach the end. The long river flowed slowly, without surging, and it was so quiet that people could not feel whether it was flowing.

Since Zhang De has taken action, he has given him a step, and Mi Cun stopped making trouble and stopped.

"Xia Chong, retreat." Zhang De called out.

Xia Chong held the sword in his back hand and retreated.
Chapter completed!