"Grandma Xue, you can't say too much. In the end, it depends on Ni'er's opinion. If Ni'er doesn't want to go to Xuantian Sect, don't talk about it, I won't give Xuantian Sect face." Feng Mo broke the old woman's aggressive tone at the right time and said
"I, Feng Mo, haven't died yet. We are old friends. Don't quarrel."
The old woman's eyes dimmed slightly, and she smiled noncommittally, but she said nothing more.
There was another roar on the field, and the flowing clouds flew upside down. The sword in his hand was trembling, and the tiger's mouth cracked.
The golden mace stood in the arena, and the middle-grade Nascent Soul young man smiled lightly, "I have heard the name of the first true king of Tianyun Sect for a long time, but that's it!"
"If you are not my opponent, you should replace me with someone else!"
He looked at Liu Yun. Although he was fighting with superiority, there was no pressure in his eyes. He looked calm, as if he had a winning ticket.
Liu Yun's face was very ugly. Not only that, the faces of the entire Tianyun Sect, the more than thirty Dao Lords, and even Li Xuandao were also very ugly.
"As expected of the Xuantian Sect, this boy has mastered an area at such a young age, and with the golden mace in his hand, he can easily tear apart mountains and rivers." Someone sighed: "Although Liuyun is already a half-step master, his background is still poor.
Some are too eager for success and want to break through to the Dao Lord, but the foundation of the Yuanying realm is not as good as that of the Xuantian Sect disciples."
"Humph, it's just a True Lord, why are you so arrogant?" Feng Xuan's old face was a little confused. He glanced at several figures standing next to the battle place, all of them were in the True Lord realm, but the auras of these people were...
It made them Tao Lords feel a little frightened.
They didn't know the strength of those Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, but they could tell that the young man on the scene was not the strongest among them.
The eyes of many Dao Lords were a little gloomy. A million years ago, the Xuantian Sect still had to rely on the Tianyun Divine Tree, but now, it has surpassed the Tianyun Sect many times.
Not to mention the ten supreme beings, even the disciples are like a hundred flowers blooming, overwhelming the clouds in the sky.
Nowadays, the Tianyun Sect is in an extremely bad situation. After a few hundred years, Feng Mo's lifespan ends. By then, the Tianyun Sect will no longer have a Supreme Being to protect them, and it will be a disaster.
Without the Supreme Being, how can one guard the Heavenly Cloud Sacred Tree?
Many Dao Lords understand these thoughts, and even the Tianyun Sect understands them.
Therefore, Liu Yun wanted to become a Dao Lord as soon as possible, which led to the Nascent Soul Realm being too striving for success.
Li Xuandao looked at this scene, and the nails in his hands dug deeper into his bones.
If he becomes the Supreme Being at this moment, why would the Xuantian Sect be so arrogant? However, he knows the problem. If he does not break the knot in his heart, how can he become the Supreme Being?
Liuyun's eyes were focused, and he used Tianyun Kung Fu to restore his magic power, and said slowly: "I am indeed not your opponent, but I, Liuyun, am a disciple of Tianyun Sect. I am still standing here, how can I talk about defeat?"
As soon as the sound fell, a sword came out from Liuyun's hand, Tianyun sword technique, five styles soaring into the air, and the sword path reached the heaven and earth.
This was his last sword, pouring everything he had into it, risking his own life and death.
Even the young man from the Xuantian Sect could not help but shrink his pupils, and there was a hint of solemnity in his calm expression.
The golden mace in his hand suddenly struck out, and the immeasurable golden light almost enveloped the heaven and earth, forming a realm.
In that field, there was constant roaring, like a sword slashing the mountains, and like thunder roaring, the sword roaring endlessly.
After seven breaths, a sword light suddenly swept across the golden light, tearing the golden field apart. Liuyun's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, the young man from the Xuantian Sect had a cut on one of his sleeves, from the cuff to the shoulder blade. Although it did not hurt the flesh and blood, it still moved the three supreme beings of the Xuantian Sect.
"This boy is indeed the most outstanding genius of Tianyun Sect today. With this battle, he broke the barrier with a desperate blow. It won't take long for him to become a Dao Lord!" Xue Lao spoke slowly and nodded:
"It's not like Tianyun Sect has no one. This boy is so young, and there is hope that he will be able to join the Dao within ten thousand years."
Although she praised him, Li Xuandao
Not happy at all.
At this moment, a voice sounded in the field.
"Liu Yun, you asked for this!"
The young man's eyes were gloomy, his face was a little red, his sleeves were torn, and the cool breeze was irritating his nerves.
The dignified second-grade sect, known as the disciple of Tianjiao, was almost injured by a disciple of a third-grade sect in the Moyunxing Northern Wasteland.
This is simply humiliating!
It was even more unbearable for him, and in an instant, the golden mace was already in his hand.
The golden mace transformed into a dragon. At this moment, a pair of golden maces almost turned into two golden dragons whose bodies were made of gold, and rushed straight into the flowing clouds.
"Double dragon's trump card!?"
Li Xuandao's expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "How dare you, Liu Yun doesn't have much strength left, you still dare to do this?"
"Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let your disciples get hit hard. Some suffering is unavoidable, and it can be regarded as a warning." Grandma Xue said calmly from the side.
Li Xuandao's movement to stand up stalled, and he saw the two dragons intersecting, the golden light reaching hundreds of feet, and the roar of the dragons shaking the main hall.
Liu Yun's pale face was reflected in the dazzling golden light.
Drawing the sword before had completely exhausted all his mana. At this moment, his body was completely empty and he couldn't even use his body-protecting essence.
Feng Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and the little finger of his right hand trembled slightly, "Sect master, don't worry, if Liu Yun is seriously injured, the price Xuantian Zong will have to pay will be ten thousand times higher!"
His words were already an undisguised threat.
Xue Lao and the other three looked slightly shaken, and one of them, an old man with gray hair and a boyish face, already said, "It's almost time to stop!"
The two dragons were extremely fast and had already crashed down. But when the golden light touched Liuyun, there was a sound of cracking bones, and Liuyun spurted blood and flew away.
Just then, the words of the old man with gray hair and childish face came.
Just a sound suppressed the pair of dragon maces, and the astonishing mace light seemed to quietly dissipate into nothingness.
Feng Mo glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye and smiled faintly, "It's a great magical power to follow your words."
The sound contains the principles of Tao, which destroys the two dragons' trump card.
"Liuyun!"
Youdao Lord stood up, pinched the spirit pill in his hand, and nourished Liuyun's body. He also shot the pill into Liuyun's mouth to protect his broken bones.
A group of Dao Lords dared not speak out in anger. Liu Yun's injury was not serious, but it would take a month or two to fully recover.
The young man holding the golden mace suddenly became alert and turned to look at Feng Mo and the other four supreme beings, a powerful one.
"This disciple has been reckless and is in a difficult state of mind. When he returns to the sect, he will be punished!"
Before Feng Mo and the others could say anything, a sound broke through the air.
Feng Mo raised his eyes slightly and couldn't help but pause, "This little guy came back at the right time!"
All the Dao Lords also raised their heads and looked at the rainbow light coming from across the sky.
The light flew into the sky and dispersed, revealing the figures of the two people.
One of them was wearing the clothes of Tianyun's chief disciple, and the other was carrying a wine gourd and smelled of alcohol.
Qin Xuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Liuyun Shuangshuang. His eyes fell on the young man holding the golden mace. He spoke condescendingly and only said three words.
"You did it?"
I went out today and just came back, so I started typing right away.
Yesterday, I owed two more updates, and I owed 18 more updates.
Without further ado, Lao Meng will update the code.