Chapter 58 Two Dragons sing together

The wind is cold and silent.

Xue Feihong slowly stood up, handed the Juan paper in his hand into the incense burner, looked at the small piece of fire, and looked up, and his face was already cold. Under the restaurant, along the long street, groups of people began to gather together, the disciples of Yuhuangmen, the disciples of Tianyimen, and the elite disciples of the rest of the alliance.

In batch after batch, the number of people gradually reached thousands, and such a situation was staged in various places on the edge of the Xiamen sphere of influence, while on the other side of the three major forces, Tianangmen began to go to the capital of Southern Qi at this time. Under the towering mountains, in the pavilion next to the ancient road, the Shangguan Yan, the head of the Featheon Gate, dressed in a white embroidered gold silk skirt, was looking high. Mu Xiuning led 18 disciples of the Featheon Gate who were highly skillful at first glance to guard outside the pavilion. Among them, there was Yan Yun, who had once lost his skills and was seriously injured.

At the end of Shangguanyan's sight, a team of Ma Haohao began to appear. The first person was wearing a strong black clothes, a robe, and a cold mask on his face. It was the iron-faced Sanlang of Tiangangmen. Behind him, the young generation did not do anything and Zhao Pingting followed each other. After that, there was a group of high-up black clothes. The strong.

Looking at the people of Tianganmen gradually coming this way, Shangguanyan's face gradually showed a complex look. A day ago, Yuhuangmen made an amazing decision. At present, this decision has not yet spread, but its effect has gradually emerged. Recalling that when the man stood in front of him and looked proudly behind his hands, no matter how proud Shangguan Yan was, he had to admit that this person was born to be a hegemon.

Zhao Yunyang's words still echoed in her ears.

"The chivalrous gate is for you, and the Southern Shenzhou belongs to me."

In a word, yes or no, whether it is possible or not, there is no room for negotiation, and there is no possibility of consideration. When the man said this sentence, Shangguan Yan actually faced only one choice.

"It's a deal."

So Yan Yun recovered overnight, so everyone in the Feather Phoenix League attacked, so she stood here at this moment. In memory, Yin Sanlang and Zhao Pingting have come to the pavilion. The three of them turned over and got off their horses and walked straight into the pavilion. Mu Xiuning looked hesitant, but he didn't stop them in the end.

"I have met the master of Shangguan."

"Master Yin is polite."

The two greeted each other, and Shangguan Yan's eyes intentionally or unintentionally crossed the body of Zhao Pingting. According to the intelligence, these two were the owners of the divine and demon soldiers, and none of them had already unprinted the divine soldiers and merged with the divine soldiers. However, Shangguan Yan's observation surprised to find that these two young people have a huge power in their bodies, which is not surprising, but why does Zhao Pingting also have it?

At the thought of this, although Shangguan Yan's face was silent, she sighed in her heart. The power gap between the young generation of the two sides is too big. Mu Xiuning, the most outstanding of Yuhuangmen, is no match at all. Perhaps among the young generation in Nanshenzhou, only Ren Xu and Baili Changkong are their opponents.

"I don't know if the doorkeeper is ready."

Yin Sanlang said loudly that he actually knew what Shangguan Yan was probably thinking, but he was not interested in breaking it. Shangguan Yan nodded when he heard the words, and Yin Sanlang stopped talking nonsense.

"Well, let's go. At this time tomorrow, the chivalrous door will disappear."

This sentence is resolute! Yin Sanlang's voice was full of murderousness. Although this was to assist Yuhuangmen, Tiangangmen had not competed for his success in attacking the Taishang Gang several times, and he sacrificed heavily. This has long been a thorn in Yin Sanlang's heart. This is both assistance and revenge, and there is no conflict between the two.

Shangguan Yan nodded and took the lead in walking out of the pavilion. Mu Xiuning and others took the horse out of the rear trees and got on the horse one by one. Yin Sanlang and others also got on the horse and roared in the direction of the chivalrous gate. At this moment, the whole South China was full of tension about the rain, and in the sea of divine trees, Ren Xu was in isolation.

Everything in the past came to his mind and disappeared one by one into fragments of the picture. From high-rise buildings to tile and wooden buildings, from shirts and jeans to silk robes, from an ordinary person to a strong man with extreme force, a clear understanding gradually rose in Ren Xu's heart. That is a mysterious feeling arising from the improvement of the realm.

The skill of Taishang Xindian is still running, but another skill has emerged in Ren Xu's mind and is perfected in his mind. The broken and rough Eighteen Palms of Xianglong were disassembled by him and re-understanded, again and again, again and again without stopping.

The legendary realm represents many meanings. Ren Xu has not understood it until now. In fact, the legend is just the beginning. If you want to go up again, if you want to be strong, then you can't relax from the moment you enter the legend. Slowly and quietly, a wisp of white fog gradually appeared around Ren Xu, and a dragon roar came out of his mind!

Boom!

Ren Xu only felt a roar in his mind, and the white light in front of him was strong, and the internal strength of his body suddenly soared. Taishang Xindian ran crazily, and the set of morphic skills in the sea of consciousness gradually disappeared. Ren Xu didn't have time to know what was going on, so he entered the thoughtless world, and all his external knowledge was cut off, as if he had returned to the time when he was buried deep in the ground.

The aerosol gradually condensed into a dragon shape and wandered around Ren Xu's body, which was caused by Ren Xu's subconscious. In Ren Xu's previous cognition, the dragon was the most powerful, and the dragon was also the most accepted racial representative in the past. This deep-rooted influence has continued to the world, making his tricks good. His strength is based on the dragon.

The fine sand spilled down, and Ren Xu stood up. His eyes were still closed, but his body began to move. The movement was very slow, as if there was a critical burden, but each feeling was extremely light. This feeling of lifting weight made people want to spit blood, but it was so natural for Ren Xu to do it.

He began to practice the eighteen palms of Xianglong after the deduction. There was little energy outside, and in the end, he could only vaguely feel it. All this shows that as long as Ren Xu completely deduces and escapes from the thoughtless world, it is when he completely consolidates the legendary realm, at that time, there will be no more problems of falling due to failure or serious injury.

At the same time, Xuefeng.

A fierce sword floated in the wind and snow. It is not a physical sword, but a sword completely condensed by sword spirit. This sword is extremely sharp. If you look closely, you will find that there are still many imperfections, but this imperfection is disappearing.

Lingyao and Yi Fei stood more than 100 meters away from the sword spirit, looking at the slowly rotating Qi sword with complicated eyes, while the swordsman, the strongest swordsman in China, sat next to the Qi sword, as if he were closing his eyes to refresh his mind. In front of the sword saint, in a deep pit with a diameter of one meter, a hundred miles of sky was sitting in it. In front of him, the peerless sharp sword blew the snow and fixed.

Lingyao, who had been watching from afar, suddenly jumped and shouted softly. At the same moment, Jiansheng also opened his eyes. Yi Fei looked at Lingyao puzzledly and was about to ask what was going on. The sword spirit in the snow cave that meditated in the hundred miles of sky rose to the sky!!

The air sword floating in the sky kept accelerating the speed of rotation, and the flaws on the sword body were also being filled quickly. The whole handle began to emit a compelling momentum, and a light flowed endlessly, as if there was a small sun hidden in it. Yi Fei unconsciously raised his hand to protect his eyes, and the light became stronger and stronger.

Lingyao clenched her excited hands. She used to be a swordsman and was very close to this young man. This experience made her very ** to swords. Lingyao felt that the sword spirit in a hundred miles of sky had begun to be complete, and was even hitting some kind of shackles. Lingyao didn't understand what the shackles were, but the sword saint was very clear. A trace of surprise flashed on his face and finally turned into a smile.

Jiansheng's hand stretched out flatly, and the invisible air began to twist with his fingers. The sword spirit in the hundred miles of sky became more and more fierce, and even the wind and snow in the sky was forced to retreat far away. A snow-free space within ten meters appeared on the snow peak, which was easy to stare, but followed by the strong light. , but Yi Fei and Ling Yao had to close their eyes.

"Zha!"

When the light reached its peak moment and finally burst out a more brilliant sword, a hundred miles of sky suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the sword saint almost followed him and shouted for the first time. A hundred miles of sky hit a thrill, and the sword all over the sky turned into sword spirit and scattered everywhere. His eyes opened, and there seemed to be a sword flying in his pupils.

Zheng——!!

Blowing snow made a soft sound, and a hundred miles in the sky stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

"Heart Demon! You can't mess with me! Break it!!!"

The hundred-mile long sky is the moment when he entered the legendary realm. The test of the breakthrough of the realm almost made him go crazy directly. The sword saint successfully pulled him back from extinction in time. His body is the hundred-mile long sky with infinite sword spirit. He couldn't seize the opportunity and immediately drew a sword! A huge sword light across almost the whole snow peak broke through the sky!

The snow is scattered, and the white sky reveals azure*.

In the robe hunting, he stood with his sword in the long sky and turned his eyes to the speechless swordsman.

For a long time...

"I owe you too much, but I can't forget my mother's hatred. I promise you today that I won't kill him before you die."

Hearing this saying, Kensei's face finally had emotional fluctuations.

"However, if he comes to kill me at all costs, then I will be ruthless."

After saying this, he turned around and left. He first consolidated and then broke through. Unlike Ren Xu and Jia Xuan, at this time, as soon as the heart demon left, the realm was completely stabilized and there was no worries. Jiansheng had a faint smile on his face and looked at the young man's back gradually sinking into the snow.

"I'm relieved to have a word from you."