People are good people with outstanding temperament. (_Bao & Book & Bar) Swords are good swords with cold light. The moon is the cold moon that is curved like a blade. The night is the desolate late night as water.

Many storytellers like to describe characters and backgrounds in this way to set off a battle. However, if they see the tragic tragedy of flesh and blood flying with their own eyes, they may have a different thought while their hearts are trembling!

A man is very handsome, dressed in white clothes like snow, but he is a murderer. No matter how handsome a murderer, he can only be called a murderer, a butcher, not a good man.

The sword is very bright, with a sharp blade flowing like water, but it is a blood-stained sword. No matter how bright the blood-stained sword is, it can only be called a weapon. But unlike humans, it is still a good sword!

A sword that can kill people is a good sword!

The silver light of the moon once again shines on the earth. That misty coldness is the mercy and compassion of the moon god.

Is it because the moonlight is too beautiful or the human nature is cruel?

The unsheathed sword reflects the soft moonlight, but it proves the most sad scene!

The sword roared in the wind, and the Qi blade took nine steps. When the sword washed its heart, it jumped up, like Gongsun dancing in the idle garden, a silver-brilliant white lotus bloomed. Those eagles that intended to desecrate the mud green lotus were indeed as fragile as a moth to pounce on fire!

Eighteen swords and a half, and thirty-two heads.

Without wasting even a little internal strength, Jian Huaxin couldn't save much energy at this moment.

One style of Nine Swords has become the pinnacle of the mortal sword master, but he only has half a style. Just like the famous artist's ink splashing, he has not yet enjoyed his pleasure, and the white paper has come to an end...

clang!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed spread, and he inserted the wave-shaped sword back into the scabbard.

He looked sideways and glanced at the side of the boat. With just one glance, Jian Huaxin didn't have any extra movements. The two women and three men who were looking up on the deck were completely panicked!

It was not at the same level at all. If it weren't for the invisible pressure that Jingji brought to Jian Xixin, if it weren't for the serious injury and destruction of near-death, just one look, he could make those people worse than death. Even now, if he is willing, he can wash the whole street at any time!

The fragments of shattered bones kept running and had not healed yet. Jian Xixin walked into a nearby brothel indifferently, not caring about the rich fishy smell in the air.

The madams and even the gay friends looked at him with subtle changes!

"Okay! This brother is really a role model for us. If you don't mind, the brother's expenses today will be on my own."

The Qin people like martial arts and are more important to warriors. Killing officials in any secular dynasty is a serious crime. But as soon as Jian Xixin entered the store, an Ang Zang man immediately threw out his friendship branch.

Even the other young masters and Rangers were sitting in the hall, embracing each other, looking at the man, not mocking, contempt, or even shocked, but the naked regret, annoyance, and jealousy.

It can be seen that if this person had not robbed the first, the sword that had been marked as a reproach, would be a hot commodity in the eyes of these people, and they would have to be rushed to invite them.

The Huaihe River long street is lawless, just like this!

The thunder dragon roared, and Jun Mozhi laughed.

The signs of the heavenly tribulation are still expected. Before the violent comes, it must always be brewed. Even if it is the six or nine heavenly tribulation or the nine or nine heavenly tribulation, it will always leave enough time to react to despair. This is not just another kindness of heaven, a ray of vitality of the heavenly way.

Only when the heavenly disaster falls, that kind of rapid attitude is simply for the sake of destruction. Do you care if you have prepared it properly?

How fast is lightning? The natural lightning of ordinary low-level planes is enough to match the speed of high-level cultivators escaping with all their strength, and it takes tens of thousands of miles apart. The thunder of heavenly punishment in the high-level planes is even more serious than the former, and has reached the point where even Chu Xiang has to rely on escaping through the void to be slightly faster.

Lightning is not light, but an electromagnetic pulse, but this does not mean that it can be ignored by people at such a rapid speed. In fact, when the thunder falls, even Yuan Tiangang can only plan in advance and hide and avoid, let alone an unprepared person!

Yang Yan Sect is finished, Jun Mo Xiao is finished. Yang Yan Sect is the second most famous in the world, but it is only the second one under the sky of Xuanyuan Continent, not the Immortal Palace and God Kingdom. As for Jun Mo Xiao, a guy who is known as the second righteous man in Xuanyuan, is even more unparalleled than Chu Xiang, who has long been extraordinary.

So, when the roar of thunder came to my ears, when I saw the Thunder Dragon breaking through the clouds, Jun Moxiao didn't even have time to react at all!

The anger of God and the judgment of the way of heaven are not something that ordinary people can bear! This thunder dragon that gathers in the thirty-six ways of heaven’s punishment is no longer a routine thunder tribulation, but anger that the way of heaven is being played with!

boom!

A loud bang split the mountain and the earth!

Jun Moxiao, the first one, did not even have the most basic resistance, and directly evaporated into purple plasma. The elegant smile that was always hanging on his face was frozen into eternal shock.

In Yangyan Sect, is there a golden immortal? There must be one, but it has already ascended.

Can Yangyan Sect have masters of souls stranded in the human world? There should be some. The delayed ascension time is not a difficult task for a true sect master. This is the foundation for the establishment of the sect. Who doesn’t want to have one or two deterrent weapons hidden in their own home?

Floating clouds, everything is floating clouds. In the face of the thunder dragon, which is comparable to the ninety-nine heavenly tribulation, unless the golden immortal descends to earth, the divine horses are floating clouds.

Another flash, Chu Xiang covered his life and appeared a hundred miles away.

The Thunder Dragon, which lost its target aura, detonated all its power at the position where the target aura appeared for the last time!

Spirituality, such things are too ethereal. Even if they have initially realized consciousness, the thunder dragon is still just a temporary gathering of thunder. They have to explode, and they have to explode.

Standing in the distance and looking at it, a distance of hundreds of miles could not stop Chu Xiang's gaze. The entire Yangyan Mountain, which is 100,000 feet wide and across the sky, has been completely surrounded by rich plasma!

It is many times higher than the star core, and even the true fire of Samadhi is willing to give up. The mountain protection array, the cliff of the mountain gate, and even the main peak of Yangyan was refined into a spiritual treasure by the predecessor, it only lasted for a moment in the plasma...

Lava, molten fire erupts everywhere. The molten rocks rush towards all directions like mountain torrents. Even before the initial torrent reached the mountainside, the entire mountain foundation had turned into a molten ocean!

As a result, the surging momentum of the fire stopped and completely turned into a collapse and poured down!

Without too much struggle, the power balance between Beiru Tianyuan was compared. Chu Xiang vaguely captured several quite majestic auras and flashed away. Those auras had completely exceeded the scope of Jindan and Dandong stage cultivators, and theoretically reached one-third of the power of a true immortal!

Unfortunately, those old monsters who had lived for countless tens of thousands of years only lasted half a second longer than the mountain gate, and even their souls could not escape and completely turned into gray.

How can ordinary people resist the power of heaven and earth? Even Chu Xiang, controlled by his own spatial rules, is unfathomable among the gods, and he is unfathomable and he is unwilling to compete with him head-on.

Tragedy is the biggest tragedy in the history of Yangyan Sect. In addition to some of the lowly disciples who left the mountain gate to experience training, as well as a small number of deacons abroad. The second sect of the righteous path in Xuanyuan Continent disappeared in less than two seconds.

Since then, there is no longer the word Yangyan in the world of cultivation...

Lightning shines, radio waves impact!

A circle of purple ripples spread to all sides at a speed no less than that of the thunder dragon. Wherever they pass, all trees wither, rocks dry up, and no grass grows.

The charred earth showed a series of deep red veins, which were some of the rock layers melted.

Chu Xiang was still standing a hundred miles away, allowing the aftermath to sweep by, his figure seemed to fade and then condense again.

His eyes were staring at Yangyan Mountain that turned into a molten ocean. Suddenly, a red gold light blinked out of the hot magma and fled far away at a speed no less than the Thunder Dragon!

Survivor?! No! That is a shuttle-shaped object! A real immortal weapon!

Chu Xiang moved, even the Thunder Dragon could beat him, let alone the masterless immortal weapon?

Obviously, the Heavenly Punishment failed to damage the origin of the immortal weapon. I think so, even the mortal spiritual weapons have spirits, let alone the immortal weapon. Under the premise of Mingzhe protecting himself, such a large-scale impact, even at the core, the immortal weapon cannot be as fragile as flesh and blood, earth, wood and rocks.

However, it is destined that this immortal weapon that carries the history and traces of Yangyan Sect will definitely change hands today!

With just one flash, Chu Xiang appeared directly in front of the immortal weapon. He grabbed his hand and naturally put the immortal weapon that was not enough to collect into his sleeve. The whole movement was like a shuttle-shaped immortal treasure that was automatically delivered to the door!

Without refining it, Chu Xiang's figure faded silently again.

The movement here is so great that it has long become the focus of the powerful people in the mortal world and even the giants in the fairy world. Chu Xiang is very strong, but he is not so arrogant that he thinks that one person's power is enough to sweep the fairy world. At least, he is not willing to provoke the senior true immortals of the Yangyan Sect for nothing.

The division of strength of immortals is essentially different from that of gods, and each has its own strengths. Overall, the true immortal is equivalent to the lower god, while the saint is equivalent to the god master. Of course, it only refers to the relative realm, not the specific strength. This is like, Chu Xiang is absolutely confident that with his incarnation body, he will destroy the original body of a superior true god. But if he is allowed to face the Daluo Golden Immortal, it is probably a bit of good fortune.

The Daluo Golden Immortal is no stronger than the superior gods. But for Chu Xiang, the fact is so cruel. The difference is specific and subtle. In just a few short sentences, it is hard to explain or understand.

Just a moment after Chu Xiang disappeared, several vast wills fell from the sky. With the location of the mountain gate destroyed by Yangyan Sect as the center, they began to scan in all directions. Within 100,000 miles, all living beings were trembling and instinctively worshiping!

"The shuttle of time and space has been taken away."

The cold palace, the atmosphere of steel. In a palace cast by fine steel, on a throne hewn with black iron, a man with extremely strong lines and outlines suddenly opened his eyes and said.

The man's pupils showed the amber color that was common to the dragon clan. His eyes were first cold, then slowly scorching. With the increasingly scorching eyes, the entire dark and gloomy palace seemed to be roasted by fire, emitting a burst of stuffy heat and brightened!

Under the man's seat, rows of steel dolls were lined on both sides, extending to the end of the hall, looking like the generals in the military parade, meticulous.

As red runes flowed through the four walls of the hall, the air around it became hotter and hotter. The first iron man in the first row of the left hand suddenly opened his eyes!

The fiery red eyes and two foot-long fire lines gushed. The steel guard about two meters tall suddenly roared to the sky! Silently, what he spit out was not a shocking cry, but a flame that soared into the sky!

boom!

The flames licked the runes circulating zenith, and the first iron man who woke up ignited a raging flame all over his body! Then the second and third...

Soon, the entire hall became a purgatory of flames...

The man sat high above the Black Iron Throne. The throne's style is simple, rough and generous, without too much decoration, perfectly fitting the surrounding environment.

The man's scorching eyes gradually cooled down and returned to his original coldness.

"I am the true destiny of Emperor Tian! I am the Lord of all worlds - Ying Pan!"

Bang!

With a loud bang, the gate of the Palace of Steel opened, and the red light in the room soared into the sky, and even the moonlight was shining with glory!

The first glass of wine is accompanied by the moonlight.

The first iron catcher in the capital arrived and killed him.

Young life passed, and the hot blood fell into the wine jar. The banqueters were overjoyed and raised their glasses to drink together.

The second glass of wine is accompanied by the starlight.

The first guardian of the Demon Sect and one of the top ten masters of the Demon Way in the Demons in the Jianghu, Cheng Feng arrived and killed him.

The old soul dissipated with astonishment and distraction. There were also the originally generous banquettes.

Several wandering men left quietly.

The third glass of wine is accompanied by the cold wind.

The one who pushed the door in was a group of big masters and royal guards.

The banquette was shocked, and Angzang's body trembled like a poor chicken. The guards made way for a road, and the banquette was like a general amnesty and left.
To be continued...