"The day I become a saint will be the day Baiyou is resurrected."
"Those who dare to stop me, kill, kill, kill."
Saying the word "kill" three times in a row strangely triggered the murderous intention in Su Xinglan's body.
His face was extremely cold, and he pointed forward with his left hand.
The sword energy was so powerful that it rushed straight into the bottomless black abyss of the void.
One sword kills, ten swords bring life.
Ten swords destroy, a hundred swords rise.
The shadows of swords crisscrossed each other in an endless stream.
The murderous intent is getting stronger and stronger, rising steadily and becoming unstoppable.
For a time, with Su Xinglan as the center, the sky was filled with silver light.
The man is in the sword and the sword is in the hand.
Wherever the sword light went, the sound of the waves was deafening.
One blow after another, mercilessly beating the "abyss cliff".
Gu Changxiao was shocked and said: "This is..."
"boom."
Immortal power surged out, and Su Xinglan's left hand, which was stuck in mid-air, clicked again.
Then, he sat cross-legged, with his hands on his kneecaps, flat and facing upwards.
"Click."
The sword light converged, the sword intention shattered, and they all turned into little bits of dust and flowed away.
At the same time, two soybean-sized "candles" floated in Su Xinglan's palm.
A gentle yellow light bloomed on the fingertips of his left hand, wrapped in literary energy.
A sharp red light appeared on the fingertips of his right hand, and his martial spirit rose.
One yellow, one red, one left and one right.
Reflecting each other and connecting with each other.
"Huhuhu."
I don’t know where the strong wind comes from and where it blows.
He blew the weak Wenqi candle on the fingertips of Su Xinglan's left hand and shed streaks of golden light.
The martial energy in his right hand was no less impressive, filling the abyss with scarlet blood.
The next moment, the void passage controlled by the cultivation of Gu Changxiao, a semi-sage, disappeared.
It was burned and exploded by the civil and military energy, causing billowing smoke.
"Fuck..."
The old man looked confused and immediately set up a defensive mask and said: "You, you, you, what are you doing?"
Su Xinglan didn't respond and breathed out long and hard.
The next moment, there was a shadow of a long sword piercing the sky in the direction of Wudian, and tigers roared and thundered.
Not long after, in the direction of the Wen Palace, there was a sharp sharp tip of an ancient pen rising into the air, and the roar of a dragon was stirring.
Sword and pen, dragon and tiger, Wen Dian and Wu Dian.
The cathartic literary and martial energy was absorbed by Su Xinglan under Gu Changxiao's dumbfounded gaze.
To be precise, it was divided between those two candles.
"Well."
Swallowing unconsciously, the old man stepped back silently to guard his disciple.
At this time, he finally saw that Su Xinglan was making a breakthrough.
From the first level True Immortal to the second level True Immortal, to the third level True Immortal in the blink of an eye.
"This, is this the legendary fortune-telling method?"
"It's too outrageous."
"Others rely on immortal power to make breakthroughs, and those who know their destiny rely on tempering their civil and military energy."
"Although it is just a small amount of civil and military energy, it is enough for Xinglan to consume now."
"Hey, comparing people to each other is so irritating. Why don't I have such incredible luck?"
"but......"
Looking in the direction of Wen Palace from afar, Gu Changxiao couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "The Wen Qi that throws you into my arms is not in vain. I will piss you off old fox to death."
