Chapter 95 Repression 2

"Zun off the guard, looking for death!" With a loud roar, the universe mirror was sacrificed in an instant, and Jinyang rushed to Nanshan.

The mirror of the universe is overflowing, and the sharp light is exposed, and it goes to the three breaths of the mountain. In an instant, the three figures stood in the void, with a long sword in their hands. The sword was condensed but not hair, and there was no intention of wanting to make it.

Jinyang's figure stopped, the universe mirror was held in his hand, and the treasure light was reflected on his face. His heart was uncertain. None of these people were easy to provoke.

The first person is an old man, barefoot in sackcloth, and a bitter monk. The thin body was horrible, and the sword was full of energy, only waiting to kill the strong enemy. The three stood side by side, with long swords swinging and swords soaring into the air. Although they are three factions, their momentum is combined, and they are unaware of the momentum.

"How are you doing?" The old man fell down, and the other two suddenly aimed at Jin Yang with sword spirit. They only waited for a moment to urge him to fight to the death. The four people stood on the mountainside, Jinyang's face remained unchanged, the universe mirror wandered, and his whole body was full of power.

"If you want to go back to heaven, just come." Jin Yang shouted in a low voice and was not afraid of the leader. The man did not answer, but looked at more than 30 disciples at the foot of the mountain.

"Brother, kill him." The old man on the left has a gloomy face and is extremely unkind. The long sword in his hand pointed straight at Jinyang's life gate.

The old man didn't say a word, and Jin Yang's heart jumped. These three people are all immortal-level strong men, and they can't walk in their own hands. The ability to confront each other directly depends on your true identity.

The man on the left saw that the old man did not answer, and immediately waved his sword for a long time. The sword spirit rose from the sky and reflected half of Nanshan. The boundless murderous spirit surged in, and the sword spirit did not arrive, but only the momentum was about to break people's hearts.

"Kill..." Jinyang roared, the universe mirror jumped, and the thousand-foot mirror was in front of him. The holy light world rushed out, and the heavenly power overflowed with wisps of breath of transcending the other shore.

Jinyang Qiankun mirror turned, and the sky suddenly roared, and the chaotic fairy light penetrated the void and crashed into the sword.

"Ky, the hereditary sword spirit of my Hong Mingzi is not vegetarian." While Hong Mingzi spoke, the long sword stabbed out a hundred swords, and the sword spirit rushed to the sky, and stabbed Jinyang like jumping space.

Jin Yang's face remained unchanged, and his whole body's magic power surged, which was comparable to the tsunami-like gushing out of the sixth-order fairy.

"The resurrection of the gods." With a loud shout, the universe mirror stopped for a moment, and the fairy spirit lingered across the sky. Law and reason jump in it, and the law of heaven flows and manifests. The breath of the wild beast awakened.

In an instant, Hong Mingzi's hundred swordsmanships were cut on the mirror of the universe. The sonorous sound resounded through Nanshan, and a breath of destruction swept across the world.

"I'm impatient!" Hong Mingzi shouted, but the pure Yang Taoist body of Jinyang not far away withered, exhausted his strength, and the lamp was exhausted with all his strength.

The chaotic small world in the mirror of the universe, the law of heaven is hidden, and the Tao and reason are silent. The ancient mirror was powerful. After carrying the blow of the top fairy, it was no longer powerful, and the treasure light fell into the hands of Jinyang.

Jinyang was weak and fell on the mountainside, and a fine house turned into fragments, and a figure flashed out and stood aside. Looking at Jin Yang's complicated face, a spell between his hands was condensed.

Jin Yang turned his head and looked at the man in a daze: "Chang Li?" Chang Li did not answer. He looked at Jinyang, thought about it, turned around and left. The spell in his hand also dispersed and did not attack Jinyang.

Looking at Chang Li who was far away, Jin Yang was stunned again and didn't see the others of the Lishan Sword School?

"Ky, the real disciple is just like this!" A sound came from the air, Hong Mingzi's long sword waved, and the scarlet sword ripped the sky and cut to Jinyang.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth turned pale and reflected half of the sky red. The sword spirit is red and dripping blood. The skin of the ordinary disciples of various schools above Nanshan is painful, as if they were bitten by poisonous ants.

"Enough." A sound came.

The old man who had never made a statement shouted harshly, and his body, which had never moved in the air, flashed and roared. Just as Jin Yang was stunned, when he thought he was going to die, a figure, crooked and thin, stood in front of him, as tall as heaven and earth.

The rushing scarlet sword spirit seemed to be a turtle speed in the old man's eyes, and the corners of his eyes narrowed, and his dry cheeks reflected red light.

The old man's long sword swings horizontally, and the magnificent momentum rises, which makes Jinyang breathless in an instant.

"Is the earth fairy perfect?" Jinyang was shocked. In addition to the immortals, the earth immortals can be called horrible, and the Middle-earth world can be obtained and dominate one side.

A sword is cut out, and the cyan sword spirit is peaceful and sharp. It seems to be not lethal. The heroes above Nanshan sighed in their hearts. The sword spirit of the Elder Tianji of the Tianji Sword School was excellent, and he was deeply reasonable in swordsmanship. The sword spirit of the sky survey has gained its essence, and the immortals are in sight.

A cyan sword spirit, weak and did not show weakness in the face of the overwhelming scarlet sword spirit. It was like a wisp of cyan fire, instantly igniting the end of the sky.

After a while, the sky was clear and the wind was warm. Hong Mingzi, who stepped in the air, looked gloomy and looked at the senior brother in front of Jinyang, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Enough." Elder Tianji looked at his younger brother in the air. Although he did not come from the same family, he was still from the same sect 100,000 years ago. Later, he divided into three sects only because of different ideas. Fortunately, the patriarch at that time was very talented and did his best to preserve the righteousness of the same clan, and the ancestors could also coexist.

"Brother, the true disciples of Tianmen can't be killed." A person who had never spoken suddenly said, full of dissatisfaction, and raised his legs and left.

Jin Yang looked at the three people and slowly understood that he was afraid that not all of them were aimed at him. Only Hong Mingzi wanted to kill him. As soon as he thought about it, Jin Yang figured it out. Hong Mingzi didn't know what the benefits of the people behind the scenes and wanted to take the opportunity to kill himself.

Hong Mingzi's eyes crossed the elder Tianji and fell on Jinyang. The light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword returned to its sheath and put its back behind him. Looking at the elder Tianji standing in front of Jinyang, he said, "Brother, I, Hongmingzi, will withdraw from Tianli Gate from today." After saying that, a token flew out and landed in front of the elder Tianji.

Jin Yang suffered in his heart, and it was uncomfortable to be targeted by the strong man who was close to the great perfection of the earth fairy. This person has at least 14 levels of earth fairy combat power. As long as you get the opportunity, you can turn into powder and die without scum.

"Why?" The old man sighed, held the token, turned around and looked at Jinyang. He left without a word of nonsense.

However, it was said that the elder-level people of the three factions left, and more than 30 people suddenly had no support, and they were all afraid. The momentum of the sword array stagnated and was almost broken by Zhang Heng.

However, Jin Yang stood halfway up the mountain and looked at the battle at the foot of the mountain. It was clear that a great victory was inevitable. More than 30 people would be suppressed and their souls would be scattered. Looking around, my heart suddenly felt firm. Half of the recovery of the universe mirror can resist the blow of the powerful fairy. If you are pregnant with a god, you have the cultivation of a fairy, and you can barely break through the world.

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