Chapter 1580

Taking the burial sword from Li Tian's hand, the old madman was surprised.

"Watch your breath." Li Tian waited until the old madman took over the burial sword and reminded him coldly that he wanted to see the old madman eat shriveled.

Taking over the old madman, he naturally took a look at Li Tian, and then played with his burial sword in his hand.

The sword was full of dead air and began to repel the old madman.

This kind of stillness is that Li Tian, whose vitality is more than half a step ahead of the ordinary, can not bear it. If the old madman is infected, he may become a skeleton.

But the old man, seemingly without any influence, was still playing with his sword.

"It's said that this burial sword is matchless. It's the most powerful sword in the Xianmen sect of the northern sword besides the immortal sword. However, it ranks 11th because no one can control it."

The old madman murmured, no longer a cynical look, but very serious, with nostalgia in his eyes.

When he was young, he was very energetic and had seen the sword with her in the sword tomb.

"Old fool, I didn't expect that you still have some means. Can you really beat ten?" Li Tian joked. Pull the old madman out of the memory.

I thought that the old madman would make fun of him, but this time he looked at him very seriously and said only one word - yes.

At this moment, Li Tian felt that he was a cynical old madman. It was like a sudden heavy dusk.

"Ah, young people are worried. They are all old bones. They need me to play." The old madman said faintly.

He didn't look at Li Tian again, and said nothing more. He went down the mountain step by step with a compass in his left hand and a burial sword on his back.

"Demon king, I remember today's kindness."

"I'll show you what the real Kendo is!"

The deep voice of the old madman came from the deep forest of ghost mountain.

This time, Li Tian didn't smile.

The white ghost did not know where to drill out again, looking at the back of the old madman, the corners of his mouth exposed the vicissitudes of life smile.

In fact, both of them are half dead. They live by one breath. With each move, the closer they are to death.

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When the fairyland meeting was held, the first to compete was naturally the Qi practicing friars of various forces.

It is needless to say that small forces of other sects compete with each other, while super sects have competitions with super sects. The two are not at the same level at all.

So the first two names have been reserved, either xianmeng or beijianxianmen.

All of the 100 monks in xianmeng were all true disciples. The lowest level of cultivation was Qi eight. Of course, most of them were practicing Qi eight levels.

From the perspective of the upper level disciples of beidaiying, there are only those who don't want to practice in the upper level of beidaiying, and those who don't want to practice at the upper level of beidaiqi, and those who don't want to practice at the upper level of beidaiying and Qiaoqi are the same.

"The scum of the northern sword immortal gate, let you see the power of our host immortal gate today!"

There is a big man in the immortal gate of Dongdao. He is holding a precious purple gold hammer. It is a powerful magic weapon at first sight.

For these taunts, the northern sword immortal sect has always been indifferent to them, only know how to pull out the sword.

"Kill!"

The northern sword immortal gate is full of killing intention and sword spirit.

Li Tian was so excited at the ghost mountain that he would dance with the burial sword if he didn't have a sword in his hand.

Xianmeng and beijianxianmen are at war!

Beiying was the first to bear the brunt. The whole person was as sharp as a scabbard sword.

As soon as he wielded his sword, a terrible sword light went straight away, and he directly cleaved to a middle-aged friar who practiced Qi for eight levels in xianmeng.

Stab!

Even though the middle-aged monk used his whole body's spiritual power to defend the sword light, he was still struck by the sword of Beiying, which broke through the defense shield, cut off an arm, and was seriously injured!

Just one sword will seriously hurt a monk of xianmeng!

Among the hundred thousand disciples of beijianxian sect, there was a loud voice!

The people of xianmeng were very embarrassed. They had heard that Beijian Xianmen was reincarnated by the sword immortal, and their cultivation was extremely powerful. They didn't expect to be so powerful.

All the people who participated in the war in xianmeng hoped that she could stop Beiying.

"Those ten people, nine levels of Qi training, I'll give them all." The moon was pure, and a border appeared, which directly shrouded dozens of people including Beiying and Jiangning.

This incomparably beautiful woman, unexpectedly wants to fight ten!

And Beiying is on the list!

Is she crazy?

Within the purple boundary, Beiying and others didn't feel relaxed because of the ten to one. On the contrary, their faces were very dignified.

Moon is not a fool, can be one on ten, naturally have her means.

All the people are focused on the battlefield, almost all eyes focused on the moon.In their opinion, if yuekongling drags the ten strongest men in beijianxianmen, they can be sure that the battle will be won after the xianmeng has killed the other 90 people.

"Mr. Tang, your disciples are really extraordinary and incomparable." Zhong Ming of the Nandan hall praised that he had always admired the extinct nun Youjia.

It's a pity that abbess mien ignored him. She kept staring at Danfeng and rubbed the ancient sword which changed color every seven days.

Is he here? Elder Tang thought.

The battle field of Qi training is very fierce. The moon ethereal technique is continuous, and the spiritual power is like a vast ocean. Ten people like Beiying are firmly suppressed, and they have the upper hand, which makes everyone smack.

This woman, whose accomplishments are enough to compete with half a step to build a foundation, should not be put into the field of Qi training.

However, the moon is so powerful that it seems that a black horse has been killed here.

She was wearing a black nightgown and a black veil, and there were threads beating around her body.

Once the silk thread meets the friar, it can pierce the friar directly.

No one can stop it.

"Interestingly, there are two sides that can resist the half step foundation. That nun in black has never heard of her reputation. The northern sword immortal sect really has a talent. "

Ah!

A ninth layer disciple of Qi training sneaks into Xu Ying, but is picked up by Xu Ying's shadow from behind and penetrates directly.

The centenarian, who has already stepped into the top nine layers of Qi training, seems absent-minded. Sometimes he looks to the direction of ghost mountain and thinks about what he is doing at the moment.

Also watching the fairyland conference.

"This Is this a hundred night trip In the eastern immortal gate, an old man in the crowd said with trembling voice.

Dongdao Xianmen is good at martial arts, but they generally believe that the most powerful one is in beijianxianmen. It is said that no one can practice a successful skill except the king of one hundred nights!

"This is a hundred night trip?" Looking at Xu Ying's figure, sometimes disappear, and sometimes appear, just like the instant body, it is the strong person of badaozhenren, who is also extremely moved.

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