Chapter 650

From the portal beside Qin Shihu, a total of 20 monks came out of the mysterious realm. Each one came out and shot directly into the sky to find their opponents.

There are no superfluous words. The two people in the sky confront each other coldly, and the battle may be lit at the next moment.

Forty terrible momentum gathered together, and the whole void seemed to be condensed by a strong breath.

The whole area immediately became a forbidden area for ordinary monks. The monks who had just passed through the area fled their lives and withdrew from the battle area.

Under the yellow sand, there are also local monsters that used to hide in the desert. They run away in the distance for fear of being implicated in the dust.

"Qingtian sword sect really underestimates you." in the sky, the old man at the peak of xuanjing opposite Jun wanshuang said coldly, "this encirclement and suppression is timely. If you don't kill you again, I'm afraid you'll have to feed the tiger. But little doll, you dare to find me as an opponent. You're brave."

Opposite him, Jun wanshuang hung a faint beautiful smile, as beautiful as a blooming peony. His eyes moved, and he gently said to the old man, "it turns out that our Qingtian sword sect has changed from a sheep to a tiger, which really makes me feel happy. But don't you think it's a problem of raising tigers now, old man?"

"Hum! Tiger's whole body is full of treasure. Killing a tiger will gain more than killing a sheep." the old man snorted coldly. "I'll see how you can fight against the disciples of our big sect even if you can see so many mysterious places."

Around the old man, there are elite disciples from various sects and friars who have reached the mysterious realm. Even in the Damen sect, they belong to high-level figures. Each person who controls the fate of hundreds of millions of creatures naturally reveals his superior breath.

The members of Optimus sword sect are worse than them in bearing.

If they are compared to emperors, the mallets are martial arts men one by one.

Opposite Wang Shishi, a young monk in his thirties looked at the members of qingtianjian sect opposite and disdained: "just you upstarts, dare to be enemies with us. Compared with you, we are emperors one by one."

In this bearing, these great men are indeed as high as emperors. The temperament cultivated all year round is not what ordinary monks can cultivate in a short time.

Wang Shishi was not annoyed and responded lightly: "yes, you big people, a word can determine the rise and fall of several mortal countries. Compared with you, we are just martial arts men."

After a pause, Wang Shishi continued, his voice ringing through the void: "our guild leader once said to us that he was willing to cut himself and dared to pull the emperor off his horse. Even if you are the emperor, we will change the dynasty today. Even if you are the sky, we will call the sun and moon to change the sky today."

Wang Shishi's voice was silent, but the tone rushed through the strong domineering spirit, which immediately made everyone of Qingtian sword school boil with blood.

Zhao Yu laughed easily in the distance and said, "hahaha, that's good. The guild leader said that only ambition and ambition, dare to call the sun and moon for a new day, you so-called big sects are already yesterday's yellow flowers, and it's time to wither."

"What a boast. I'll kill you first and see how to change the sky after you die." opposite Zhao Yu, a middle-aged man slashed at Zhao Yu with a sword.

This, like a fuse, makes the battle in the sky break out instantly.

The surging energy crisscrossed and crisscrossed the whole sky. Even if ordinary monks looked at it from a distance, they felt waves of scalp numbness.

The strong in xuanjing is a legendary figure for ordinary friars. They are either the elders of big sects or the overlord of one side. It is rare to see them on weekdays, let alone the battle between them.

Recently, a large-scale group war between xuanjing was staged in this area, which is a very rare phenomenon in the whole cultivation world.

In the far distance of the battlefield, some friars avoided from afar, and some undead friars crossed their knees in the far distance in order to break through the shackles of the realm, capturing the wonder of the mysterious realm and trying to find a breakthrough opportunity.

How many people are stuck at the peak of Yuanying and can't break through.

Xuanjing, for too many people, is an unreachable dream. It is only one step away, but this step is as difficult as heaven.

The breath of the forty mysterious realms was so powerful that it caused the world to vibrate and the aura was chaotic.

More and more people came here, and even many felt it from a distance. They thought it was the pressure caused by the birth of heavy treasure.

At the beginning of the battle, more and more onlookers were attracted. This battle is destined to draw a heavy stroke in the history of the whole cultivation world.

Of course, the onlookers can only stand far away and feel it through the faint breath.

No one dares to go near the battlefield that can be seen by the naked eye. In that case, it is no different from looking for death.

Beside Qin Shihu, a girl as pure as a white lotus came out at last.

Qin Xiaoru held a green lotus and walked out of the portal slowly like a walk.

After seeing Qin Xiaoru, LAN Xuanmin smiled faintly, disdained and said, "there's another one. Is this your helper?"

Qin Shihu said seriously, "this is my daughter and indeed my helper. If I am not your opponent, she will kill you with me."

"Ha ha!" Lan Xuanmin shook his head and laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke. "You are really confident. Even if it is the way of sword, do you think adding a mysterious realm can defeat me?"

"Yes!" Qin Shihu held the flying sword in his hand and said faintly.

LAN Xuanmin still looked at the void with a disdainful smile. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. Looking at the void, he said faintly, "even if your Qingtian sword sect is destroyed, it's destined to be famous all over the world. A small sect hides so many xuanjing experts. It's crazy to think about it."

"If I were you, I would take advantage of this time to think about what last words to bring to my relatives and take the opportunity to send them out with the whispering jade slips." Qin Shihu said coldly.

"Ha ha, isn't it?" Lan Xuanmin looked like he was in control, turned back and smiled at Qin Shihu easily. "In that case, you can do it. Let me seriously appreciate the style of the legendary sword way. It is said that this is the first way of killing and cutting in the three realms. I don't know if it's really in your hands."

His voice fell, and Qin Shihu immediately shot. On the long sword, the black Rune instantly shook the world. A sword light that tarnished the world seemed to stab from the void. The sword light surprised the world and blinded the eyes of LAN Xuanmin.