The power of the sword burst out is no less powerful than Xiahou Chongguang.

Of course, judging by the strange strength of light and shadow, the strength you have is definitely more than that.

'He is considering my strength and does not really mean to be against me.'

‘That’s right. If Master can let me see him, how could the other party harm me?’

In this case.

Even if Yun Xiaoxuan's heart was completely let go, he did his best to display the Phantom Step without thinking. His huge body was divided into four, turning into four rays of light, separated in four directions, and rushed forward.

But no matter how exquisite his body movement is, he still can't escape this sword.

Brush brush.

Three consecutive sounds passed.

Three afterimages exploded to pieces, and the sword light had already come straight to Yun Xiaoxuan's original deity.

The power remains unchanged!

The power remains unchanged!

It was as if the incident just now had not been born.

Yun Xiaoxuan wanted to avoid the situation first and find out the other party's thoughts of the virtual and real. There was no doubt that it had been destroyed, so he could only raise all his strength to stop this move. At this time, with a long roar, the second skill of the Thirteen Swords of God and Ghost was burned to the extreme, abandoning all kinds of virtual moves, condensed into a shiny sword light, responding to the rushing sword light, and blasted up.

Two sword lights exploded from head to toe and shattered.

However, the sword light burst out from the other party from beginning to end, and consciously suppressed Yun Xiaoxuan's end.

Therefore, the moment the sword light was shattered, another ray of sword light that never dissipated rushed to Yun Xiaoxuan at close range. This time, the depth between Yun Xiaoxuan's eyebrows and eyes emerged, and without thinking, he punched him.

Bang!

No matter how strong this wisp of sword light was, he could not withstand Yun Xiaoxuan's fist, like a piece of dry mud, which was fried to pieces.

Of course, there is a residual force above the sword edge that evolves with the flow.

Yun Xiaoxuan was already shaking, like a projectile hitting an invisible wall. He retreated more than three meters in a row and then fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment!

Yun Xiaoxuan was in a deeper mood and a serious expression. However, just as he was waiting for the opponent's second wave of attack, the light and shadow flew back and made an old, but bold laugh: "The sword move power that the old Taoist used just now was a simulating the specific strength of the junior in the Divine Sword Villa, and the attack burst out!"

"From your performance, it can be seen that your swordsmanship is still inferior to the other party after all."

"But this physical strength is pretty good, just to make up for the shortcomings of swordsmanship. It's a pity that such physical strength is just brute force, and there is no real move."

"If you can obtain martial arts that apply physical power and completely explode physical power, then you can not only resolve the sword skills of the junior of the Divine Sword Villa, but also form a crushing force on the other party!"

"What is particularly important is that you are only at the late stage, and your cultivation is much inferior to the opponent! Such cultivation is so powerful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you are the number one in the second level of martial arts! When your cultivation is truly level with the opponent, who else can be your opponent in this huge world? Others say that this little guy from the Divine Sword Villa is the most outstanding genius in the past hundred years! If the old Taoist says, you are!"

Then the light and shadow dissipated, and an old Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe with a white head, with a long black beard and a fairy-like Taoist bone appeared.

The old Taoist priest looked at Yun Xiaoxuan with a smile: "Qingxuan has raised a good child, but this bastard has been avoiding me for many years, so that you, my grandparents and grandchildren have just met now."

Yun Xiaoxuan was stunned.

When the word "grandfather and grandson" came out, Yun Xiaoxuan already knew the other party's identity.

It must be his adopted father's master, and now the head of Yanxia Dao, Yanxia's real person.

From here, Yun Xiaoxuan finally knew the name of his cheap adoptive father Gui Jianchou, x Qingxuan.

It was also at this moment.

Fang Qingyue's body shook, and he appeared behind Taoist Yanxia at some point. He turned around and said, "Xiao Xuan, why are you still standing there? You are still here to pay homage to the ancestor?"

Yun Xiaoxuan came back from his chaotic thoughts and bowed and said, "Disciple, Yun Xiaoxuan, see the ancestor."

Yanxia Zhenren laughed: "No need to be polite. The first time you and my grandparents met, I didn't know what kind of meeting gift I should prepare, but now I have it."

Yun Xiaoxuan hurriedly said, "There is no reason why elders give gifts to younger generations."

However, Yanxia Zhenren waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "In recent years, the ancestor has treated your father badly and even more badly. Have you not even given the opportunity for the ancestor to compensate you?" Speaking of this, this existence, who is in charge of a martial arts holy land and is one of the five great masters, actually showed a strong look of dimness.

At this moment, Yanxia Zhenren is no longer a top-notch master, but an old man who is not recognized by his children and grandchildren.

Fang Qingyue, who was standing next to Yanxia, ​​glared at Yun Xiaoxuan fiercely.

Yun Xiaoxuan said: "The ancestor misunderstood."

Yanxia Zhenren said: "So, are you willing to accept the meeting gift from the ancestor?"

Yun Xiaoxuan nodded: "Disciple is willing."

For a moment.

The dull color on Yanxia's face was swept away, and a cheerful and wanton smile almost overflowed from his face: "It's indeed a good boy!"

"It's much better than your father, my incompetent disciple!"

Having said that.

A strange breath on Yanxia's body was like boiling water, and it came out.

Fang Qingyue's expression moved slightly, and knew what Yanxia Zhenren wanted to do. He was about to turn around and leave. Who would have thought Yanxia Zhenren said, "Qingyue, you can stay."

Fang Qingyue smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

Yanxia Zhenren ignored him and walked to the middle of the courtyard. He started his hand like a soft cloud, and stood up like a strong pine tree rooted. The wind and clouds met, and the hardness and softness were used.

"A few days ago, I watched the clouds and mists grow together in my Yanxia Mountain and Tongtian Pavilion, and the wind and rivers rise together, like dragons soaring into the sky. Suddenly, I felt a sense of enlightenment and created a palm technique. This palm Dharma named it the Dragon Palm! "

"But because of the cultivation of the old Taoist, it is limited to the sixth level of martial arts, and there are only six styles."

"Now the old Taoist will pass on this set of palm techniques to you. It depends on you how much you can understand!"

While speaking, Yanxia Zhenren's figure suddenly turned, like a ball of rotating clouds, and a lot of exquisite and extraordinary momentum dissipated from his body.

"The first style, the cloud dragon style!" Then a wisp of tumbling water fog was pulled out by Yanxia Zhenren, like a white dragon made of water mist, swaying out with its teeth and claws, and its cool and bitter aura roared around. At this moment, the void around Yanxia Zhenren was rippling with ripples, and the violent power suddenly appeared, like a dragon in the clouds.

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