Chapter 1697

On a wasteland in the northwest of the western mountain continent, two escape lights fell back and forth. Zhang Yueming and Xuanyuan looked at the surrounding environment.

From time to time, there are large and small gaps torn open in the thunder sky over the western mountain continent. Some gaps last a little longer, and some will soon recover with the operation of the guard array.

Whenever these gaps appear, more or less light will escape through the gaps and fall on the Xishan continent.

In the sky, thunderbolt and thunder light are born out of thin air from time to time. Some fall to somewhere in the western mountain continent, while others are directly split into the open gaps in the sky.

Whenever these thunder lights fall on the gap in the sky, the speed of repairing these torn gaps will be accelerated. If a foreign monk is unlucky and happens to pass through these gaps, he will eat a record of five elements of thunder light. If his cultivation is poor, the whole person will disappear in the thunder light, and there are not even a few bones left.

"The Yang family in the west mountain is really extraordinary. No wonder even people like you, brother Zhang, want to escape from my lonely star world."

Xuanyuan looked at the thunder flickering from time to time in the sky and said, "you and I are lucky. If you were hit by this thunderbolt just now, I'm afraid you'll have to go."

Zhang Yueming couldn't see the slightest expression on his metallic face. The whole person looked more yin vultures in indifference. He said coldly: "it's just the legacy left by Yang Junshan. Without Yang Junshan, the Yang family of Xishan is like a giant who has pulled out his backbone. It's just looking at bluffing."

While they were talking, the divine sense had already spread out tens of miles around, but at the same time, they also noticed a battle going on 30 miles southeast of this place and a light just passing in the southwest 20 miles away.

"Eh, brother Zhang really didn't lie to me. The friar of the Yang family really has unique attainments in forging body. In front of him, this minor cultivation is no more than the Taoist realm, but this forging body cultivation has gone deep into the internal organs. With a little modification, such an embryo can be enough to create a silver stiff puppet. If you cultivate one or two carefully, you may not become a golden stiff in the future!"

Xuanyuan's attention was immediately attracted by a monk who had just entered the Taoist realm in the battle thirty miles away.

Compared with Xuanyuan punishment, he was interested in the fighting between Taoist monks dozens of miles away, but Zhang Yueming stood motionless, but the stiff expression on his face was elusive, what he thought in his heart.

"Hey, brother Zhang, what are you thinking? You've been distracted for so long?"

Xuanyuan punishment soon noticed the abnormality of Zhang Yueming, so he asked.

Zhang Yueming said "Oh", and his divine sense swept the battle group thirty miles away and said slightly: "Although the Yang family in Xishan has a very perfect inheritance of forging skills, and they also pay more attention to the cultivation of forging skills, this minor cultivation can cultivate forging skills to such a position in the Taoist realm. I think it is also an outstanding existence among the younger generation of the Yang family. Brother Xuanyuan, since he is optimistic about this embryo and wants to take it away, he should start as soon as possible, but he must be careful."

Xuanyuan punishment was a little funny when he heard the speech and said, "just now brother Zhang vowed that the Yang family of Xishan must be doomed. How can he be so careful in a blink of an eye?"

Zhang Yueming was obviously absent-minded and said, "Oh, brother Xuanyuan, let's do it first."

Xuanyuan punishment finally realized that Zhang Yueming seemed to have something on his mind. He raised his eyebrows and said, "brother Zhang has something to leave first?"

Zhang Yueming forced out a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry to see an old enemy."

Xuanyuan punishment suddenly said, "the escape light just skipped from afar?"

Zhang Yueming hesitated a little, but still nodded and said, "yes, I'm afraid Zhang has to leave first. Zhang must do some things. Now that he has come to Xishan mainland, Zhang's previous commitment has been completed. Of course, if brother Xuanyuan is still willing to act with brother Zhang, Zhang naturally wants it."

Xuanyuan's punishing eyes stopped for a moment on Zhang Yueming's face, and suddenly a burst of laughter came out of his mouth, but his face was still a cold voice and color, and said, "in that case, it won't delay brother Zhang's time. A family will go its own way."

Yang Xuanfeng's flying sword always gives people a slow feeling.

Different from the style of most sword flying swords, which are sharp, swift, elegant or ghost, Yang Xuanfeng's flying swords are only two words thick!

This kind of swordsmanship, which makes people feel that it is always slow to beat others. It is naturally impossible to seize the first opportunity everywhere in the process of fighting. However, if we take the way of attacking later, it sounds more funny, but in fact, Yang Xuanfeng's swordsmanship is often the latter!

His flying sword does not compete everywhere, nor does it come later, but anticipates the enemy first!

That powerful sword cut down, often no matter what kind of magic power the opponent is using, how dazzling the means are, and whether he is about to kill the enemy, he will be forced to help himself by this sword.

Of course, all this is based on the fact that the cultivation strength of the enemy and ourselves is almost the same, but it is enough to prove that Yang Xuanfeng's sword style and the sword magic he controls are quite extraordinary.

For example, the Qingyun territory friar who is fighting with him now, although his cultivation is one level higher than Yang Xuanfeng, his magical powers are also like flowers scattered in the sky, which makes people dizzy. At the same time, he can also give people a feeling of pervasiveness.

However, it is such a magic power that seems to be rolled down in an all-round way like a snare. At the moment when Yang Xuanfeng controls the broad stone sword and cuts it down vigorously, it gives people a groundbreaking feeling in a trance. All the shackles and snares dissipate at this moment.

The friar from Xizhou Star Palace screamed and hurried back, but his flying sword was suddenly out of his control under the influence of Yang Xuanfeng's sword, and then inexplicably bumped into the blade of the stone broad sword. Then the top treasure, which was only one step away from the Taoist instrument, was cut in two.

The monk's life magic weapon was broken. He was immediately hit hard. He opened his mouth and didn't wait to speak. His painstaking efforts overflowed first, and then he couldn't help exclaiming, "what's your sword magic power?"

Yang Xuanfeng controlled the stone sword and pointed to friar Qingyun in the distance. At that meal, he felt that his whole body was shrouded by a cold and heavy breath. Even this breath penetrated into his body from the pores of his whole body, and then began to directly interfere with the operation of immortal yuan in his body, so that even his mind began to become dizzy.

"This is the 'carving star sword formula'!"

It seemed that a voice came to friar Qingyun's ears.

"Eagle Star?"

The friar murmured to himself, as if he was still thinking about what was special about the name of the sword magic power, but the whole person suddenly felt light, as if he fell into the cloud, but then he fell into the boundless darkness.

Yang Xuanfeng stretched out his hand and the stone broad sword flew back slowly and inserted into the scabbard of his younger generation.

Yang Xuanfeng's swordsmanship is just the "star carving sword formula" taught by Xingyu immortal.

On the same day, Xingyu immortal Zun once said that this set of sword magic "from complexity to simplicity, complexity can be learned and simplicity needs to be understood", and what Yang Xuanfeng learned was only a set of treasure magic including 27 sword formulas.

After Yang Xuanfeng gathered the yuan God to advance the Taoist realm, this set of life magic power was simplified and combined under his occasional understanding, and finally came to the nine style sword formula, and the grade of this set of "carving star sword formula" became a set of Taoist magic power.

When Yang Xuanfeng was about to come forward and take off the monk Qingyun's storage magic weapon, he suddenly heard the "pa pa" applause from afar.

"It's wonderful. I haven't seen such a wonderful fighting scene in the minor cultivation of the Taoist realm for a long time."

A tall monk, whose tone was full of praise, but his face was cold, appeared in the void just dozens of feet away from Yang Xuanfeng. It was Jin xianxuanyuan, a stiff family who had come to the West Mountain mainland with Zhang Yueming.

Yang Xuanfeng's heart was cold, and he immediately understood that the strength of the other party's cultivation was far above him. He hurriedly said, "I don't dare to be appreciated by the elder. The younger generation has the call of his elders at home, so I'll leave first. The elder can come to Xishan to be a guest when he has time!"

As he spoke, Yang Xuanfeng's power of hiding light was already ready. The ground suddenly opened a hole, swallowed him, and then closed.

"Dundi magic power, ha ha, it's a little interesting!"

Dozens of miles away, when Yang Xuanfeng broke through the ground, he summoned a flying sword and tried to escape in the direction of the west mountain.

However, a sound of leisure came to his ears gently: "children, where are you going?"

Yang Xuanfeng was struck by lightning and followed his reputation, but he just saw that the man was standing on a high hill more than ten feet away from where he broke the ground. Then he let him urge his flying sword, but he was always circling around the high hill.

Xuanyuan's face was stiff and delicious, but he smiled and said, "children, our men need one or two servants. You might as well join us. We will teach you the art of immortality right away. How about it?"

Yang Xuanfeng knew that the gap between the enemy and US was too big to escape. Without saying a word, he reached out and took off a jade pendant around his waist and crushed it. A light burst into the sky in an instant.

"Yo, are you calling for reinforcements?"

Xuanyuan punishment didn't have time to stop Yang Xuanfeng from crushing the jade pendant, but he didn't take it to heart. He still smiled and said, "it's just that we are short of many people. I heard that your friars of the Yang family in Xishan have made great achievements in forging body. It's no better than that. We don't have to look for them one by one."

Xuanyuan punished, but Yang Xuanfeng, who was imprisoned, was sneering on his face. He was about to say something, but suddenly heard an unprovoked thunderbolt over his head. Before he looked up, a bucket of thick and thin five-color thunder fell on his head.