Chapter 221

A calm voice suddenly sounded, and countless eyes with different emotions looked back.

"Who?"

Who dares to speak at this critical moment.

At this moment, a sharp wind breaking array rang out without warning, covering the uproar of the whole audience. Immediately, a terrible dark shadow swept straight like a rainbow, and the sword gas filled it tore open the air and crashed into the Sanskrit song walking in front.

The Sanskrit's face was full of incredible look, but its reaction was not slow at all. Its steps moved slightly, and it was dangerous to avoid this terrible blow.

to be sonorous!

The shadow fell on the square, the residual snow rolled, and countless cracks spread out on the stone slab. Yan Jian and others trembled and stared at the dark shadow shaking in the wind. This is a three foot old sword. Its bright body is reflected in the depths of their eyes.

"This is the leader's sword." Yan Jian's eyes narrowed sharply, suddenly raised his head and looked at the end of the square.

Zheng!

The long and crisp sound of the sword was stirring in the wind, and large pieces of cold wind and snow couldn't wait to pour down. A slender figure appears slowly in the wind and snow. White clothes are better than snow. Long hair like ink dances wildly in the cold wind. This is a figure colder than snow, stepping on the dawn of the morning and coming step by step.

However, it was this figure that suddenly burst out deafening cheers in some dead square. Yan Jian's gloomy face also showed the color of ecstasy: "leader."

cooing!

Sanskrit throat subconsciously stirred, and this figure has become the existence of his nightmare in recent months. He thought the damn figure had long disappeared in the world, but now he saw it with his own eyes again, and his breath hurried involuntarily.

"Su Bai. He didn't die in the tomb of a famous swordsman. How did he appear." the muscles in the corners of Luo Feng's eyes twitched wildly, and there was a chill behind him. Standing aside, Gu Xi raised his eyes and looked at the figure like a relegated immortal facing the dust. Endless killing opportunities emerged in his indifferent eyes: "is he the one who killed his third highness? Who says that God is not beautiful, my second highness, I will personally carry his head to see you."

Mo Yunxuan walked forward and looked at the disgusted face in front of him. He said coldly, "you didn't die. Your cheap life is really hard. I was disappointed for a long time when I heard that you died in the tomb of a famous swordsman. It's a pity that I can't tear the murderer to pieces by myself. But now it seems that I can make up for this regret."

Su Bai's drooping eyes slowly lifted up, and his calm eyes fell on Mo Yunxuan. He said faintly, "six layers of condensed Qi."

"I would also like to thank you. If you hadn't brought me the hatred of broken arms, I wouldn't practice so crazy these days." Mo Yunxuan grinned coldly, and his snow teeth were as cold as the giant sword in his hand.

"Brother Mo, according to the rules we agreed in the past, his right arm is mine." the Sanskrit song slowly straightened its spine, and the fear in the pupils disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless hatred: "you can't break our rules."

"The arms of the new leader were reserved by brother fan and brother Mo, and his legs were left to Luo Feng." Luo Feng took a step forward gently, and his smile was full of provocation and coldness: "you two should have no opinion on this."

Looking at Luo Feng and others talking and laughing as if there were no one else, Yan Jian and others' faces gushed out a little angry.

Glancing at the masochistic Mo Yunxuan, Su Bai's eyes fell on his shoulder and said faintly, "your nonsense is still as much as ever. Last time it was your right arm, this time it's not just an arm."

"I will cut off your left arm with my sword and cut it into sections." Mo Yunxuan said darkly, and his big body shot out like a shell. The muscles of his whole body were crazily raised, and the whole face of Mo Yunxuan became extremely ferocious at this moment, as if he vented all his anger on the giant sword in his hand, which danced wildly. The huge sword shadow tore open the air, made a sharp noise, and was huge. The vertical and horizontal sword Qi and sword shadow surrounded each other Obviously, he wanted to tear up Su Bai.

The crowd watching the battle seemed to be in a violent storm, breathing very fast.

Mo Yunxuan's sword completely spared no effort and completely absorbed the strength of body and cultivation into the huge sword. A terrible strong wind swept out and overturned the falling snow catkins. At the same time, the people watching the battle retreated one after another. Yan Jian and others were angry. Mo Yunxuan obviously saw that the leader had no sword in his hand at this moment: "Shit, this Mo Yunxuan is too mean."

Yan Jian wanted to hold Qingfeng's ancient sword and wanted to throw it to Su Bai, but Luo Feng blocked it and made it impossible for him to exceed half a step: "taking the ice blade with bare hands is not just in line with Su Bai's arrogant character, so why use the sword?"

"Get out of the way." Yan Jian's face was very cold and fierce.

During the confrontation between Luo Feng and Yan, in the wind and snow, the huge virtual shadows were like towering mountains pressing towards Su Bai. The air within a few meters seemed to be squeezed towards Su Bai. Su Bai stood in the cold wind and snow without any panic on his face. His white jade like palm slowly raised in the wind and snow, and Su Bai's cold eyes fell on him On the shadow of the sword, it refers to the sword. It is as powerful as a sword towards the midpoint of the void.

to be sonorous!

The melodious and harsh sound of the intersection of gold and iron suddenly sounded, and the swaying snow flocs within a few meters were broken at the same time. The sword shadow all over the sky broke when Su Bai's fingertips fell. At this moment, the white sword finger seemed to turn into the sharpest existence, invincible. In the incredible eyes of Luo Feng and others, Su Bai's sword fingers clamped the fallen giant sword, which completely shocked their minds.

It's like seeing a collapsed mountain supported by a weed.

Shit, how is this possible.

The giant sword in his hand could no longer fall half an inch. Mo Yunxuan's face changed slightly, and his big body suddenly hit Su Bai. However, Su Bai's right leg was faster than him, swept across the chest of Zhongmo Yunxuan.

Bang!

The dull voice rang again. Mo Yunxuan's face closed slightly, and his pupils stared at Su Bai: "six times of condensed gas."

Bang!

After su Bai swept Mo Yunxuan, his body burst out like a fleeting shadow, and his left hand dropped in the skirt was raised lightly. In the room of lightning and flint, Su Bai's left hand crossed Mo Yunxuan's shoulder, and the terrible sword spirit lingered around Su Bai's fingertips. A broken arm flew away obliquely, followed by the blood column rising into the sky, dyed red by the wind and snow.

A shrill scream sounded, creepy. Su Bai quickly held Mo Yunxuan's neck with his right hand and lifted it up. The dripping blood rushed out along the broken arm of Mo Yunxuan. Mo Yunxuan looked very frightened, but his voice could not be heard again.

This scene deeply shocked the Vatican and others who were about to move around, and there was a layer of cold small pimples all over, which was the existence of condensate six. Even if it doesn't work, it won't lose so soon.

Su Bai took Mo Yunxuan's neck and walked forward step by step. An indescribable majestic breath was like a churning River pouring out of Su Bai's thin body, filled with wind and snow. Luo Feng shivered fiercely, and his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword could not help strengthening a little. He stared at Su Bai's steps: "this guy's cultivation is actually six times of condensing Qi?"

Feeling this strong breath, Yan Jian and other new disciples were also slightly stunned, "six levels of condensed Qi?"

"It's really the sixth level of condensing Qi." Yan Jian was shocked and surprised. When he first saw Su Bai, Yan Jian clearly remembered that the latter's cultivation was only the third level of condensing Qi. It was only a few months before the leader's cultivation reached the sixth level of condensing Qi. The speed is creepy.

Luo Feng and Sanskrit song looked uncertain. Both of them had fought against Su Bai. In particular, the Sanskrit, in the past, the latter's strength had not even reached the five levels of condensate gas. The Sanskrit thought that after breaking through the six layers of condensed gas, it also had the power of a war when it met the defeat of the Soviet Union. The scene in front of him completely destroyed his confidence. He turned his eyes to Luo Feng. Luo Feng nodded his head slightly and said coldly to the Kaiyang Pavilion disciples on one side: "do it."

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Several low shouts suddenly rang out in the mouths of several Kaiyang Pavilion disciples, who turned into dark shadows and rushed towards Su Bai. The long sword was vertical and horizontal, and countless dense sword shadows filled around Su Bai, pointing directly at the key of Su Bai. The long sword cut through the air and hissed.

Langya sect rules: it is allowed to fight, but it is not allowed to bully the less with more.

At this moment, these disciples completely forgot the rules of Langya sect, and Yan Jian shouted, "despicable."

Su Bai didn't have any words, and his eyes were quiet like a pool of stagnant water. In front of him, these sword shadows didn't seem to exist. Su Bai walked forward calmly, his arm slightly shook, and Mo Yunxuan's big body suddenly fell towards the shadow of the sword. Kaiyang Pavilion disciples who came out of the sword were shocked. They deliberately put away the sword and joked. If they killed Mo Yunxuan by mistake, they would be escorted to the law enforcement tower.

And just then. Su Bai's shoulders shook slightly, but his body was like a ghost. He dragged the shadow of Tao to these Kaiyang Pavilion disciples. Although these people had never met him before, Su Bai didn't have any kind words in his heart at the moment when the other party threw his sword at him. With the finger instead of the sword, Su Bai quickly dropped out. With the speed brought by the momentum and the speed of the sword point, Su Bai's finger was like thunder and could not dodge. It fell on the shoulder of a Kaiyang Pavilion disciple, clicked and threw up his broken arm.

Su Bai's right arm turned straightly, and his unstoppable sword finger came out again. A fierce sword breath was as fierce as a practice, and a Kaiyang Pavilion disciple who was close to this foot cut his shoulder obliquely, poof!

The blood was red in everyone's sight. Su was defeated as if he had entered the uninhabited land. Stepping on the broken limbs and arms everywhere, he came to the Sanskrit song and Luo Feng, and looked at these Kaiyang Pavilion disciples indifferently. Luo Feng stepped back a few steps, silent as a cicada.

Zheng!

The Qingfeng ancient sword inserted in the snow rushed to the sky, turned into a streamer and fell into Su Bai's hands. Su Bai held the Qingfeng ancient sword and nodded back. One of the disciples of Kaiyang pavilion was bumping into the Qingfeng ancient sword. The sword Qi instantly cut off his shoulder and the blood waves rushed to the sky.

Su Bai continued to move forward, and the Qingfeng ancient sword was thrown away, and the blood on it splashed on Luo Feng and others. The bloody sword peak pointed to Luo Feng and others from a distance. Su Bai's face was filled with a bright smile and said, "I heard that you like to give others choices. Today, I also give you a choice to climb out from here. Or, I'll cut off your arm and break your legs by myself. How about?"