Chapter 555 Hello, Mr. Su on

The old man in white and the middle-aged man of the Fanxiu League had deep eyes. They looked at the Fanxiu Alliance, which was only a thousand people, and sighed faintly. The middle-aged man looked at the old man in white and said, "If anyone wants to leave, I won't stop him. Although we come from the same world, I have no right to interfere in your fate. If you want to leave, it's easy.

As soon as this statement came out, many people were moved.

The current situation is desperate for the practitioners of Fan Xiulian Alliance. But in the face of this despair, no one flinched and stood up. The people staring at the opposite fairy gates, with only a team of thousands of people, burst into an unprecedented strong momentum. They are all from the same world. Although they are different times, they have the same hometown in their hearts.

Thousands of practitioners gathered together and soared to the sky, shaking the whole world.

"Kill!"

"Battle!"

The shocking shouts of killing came from the team of thousands of people, but it was like thousands of troops and horses galloping, with murderous intent and fighting spirit.

At this moment, even Zhuge is not bright not far away, and his heart is a little moved... He is also from that world.

"Huh, do you want to resist stubbornly? I can fulfill you!" A master sneered, and the lightning flashed in his palm, and a purple lightning ball instantly formed. The lightning ball is not as big as a palm, but its power is like a divine thunderbolt.

This is an old master of Zhu Zixianmen. Among the skills practiced by Zhu Zixianmen, he prefers thunder to hurt people. He is the supreme, and he can even bring down the sky to hurt the enemy.

The old man in white in the Fanxiu Alliance stood in front of everyone alone, and the divine sword in his hand was raised high, and the sword went straight to the world.

"Su Lao..." The middle-aged man holding an ancient shield said with complicated eyes.

"Die!" The old man of Zhu Zixianmen shouted deeply and hit the lightning ball in his hand. In an in an flash, a thick purple thunderbolt like a mountain roared the old Su.

"Cang!"

The sharpness of the divine sword in Mr. Su's hand was exposed. He rose to the sky, turned into a long rainbow, and rushed up to the purple thunder punishment.

"Who dares to bully me!?"

A sudden shout was even louder than the sound of the purple thunderbolt. A sword from the sky shot and chopped on the purple thunderbolt. The thunder penalty burst with a bang. Then, several figures came and fell in front of the crowd.

These people are dressed in white and carry an ancient sword. The first one is a blue-faced old man. Even his beard is blue, his eyebrows are long into his temples, and his sword eyebrows are like a tiger's eyes. He looks like a blue-faced fierce beast, even taller than ordinary people, and a strong sense of oppression bursts out.

"Xiao Bai?" Zhuge Butiao, who was not far away, was stunned. He found that it was Su Xiaobai who was standing behind these people.

Su Xiaobai was dressed in white, his star eyes were half closed, a wisp of hair drooped in front of his forehead, and his eyes opened and closed, shooting out a faint sharpness. On Su Xiaobai's side, there is still Su Dingtian, who is also a cultivation from Kyushu. When Zhuge Buliang crossed the disaster, he once helped him.

"Senior Su!" Those who were in the alliance were overjoyed.

"Uncle..." The old Su's face was also happy, and he bowed to the leading green-faced old man.

"Hahahaha, who do I think is so majestic? It turns out that you are not dead yet!" In the immortal gate of the Great Religion, an old woman in sackcloth came out, holding a rotten wooden stick in her hand, and a gloomy breath emanated from her body.

Zhuge Fuliang in the distance was slightly stunned and said, "Who is this person?"

"It's Su Hengfei!" Miao Xianji said, "When I was in the Xuantian Dance Pavilion, I heard the eldest sister mention this person. At this time, the famous old monster in the three major regions is 10,000 years old, and this person is also Fan Xiu."

"10,000 years old!?" Liu Mang and others were surprised.

Miao Xianji nodded: "In fact, his life expectancy is long ago, but it is said that he took some kind of fairy medicine, which has increased his life expectancy by thousands of years."

Zhuge Fuliang already has the answer in his heart. This old man named Su Hengfei may be a monk who entered here from Kyushu 10,000 years ago, or the ancestor of Su Xiaobai's family.

In the immortal gate of the Great Religion, several great religious master fought together and stared at Su Hengfei's group of people. Among them, the skinny old man of the Jiuyang Wizard sneered and said, "What's the fear of a waste who has lived ten thousand years and has not broken through the fairy road!? Do you think you can save these Fan Xiu when you come here?

"You can try it." Su Hengfei said coldly.

The skinny old man of the Jiuyang Wizard snorted softly and was about to step up, but he was blocked by the old man in sackcloth.

"Senior Hai..." The skinny old man was stunned and immediately showed respect to the old man in sackcloth.

Ant Lao Ou held a rotten wooden stick in her hand, and her breath was gloomy. She stared at Su Hengfei and said, "Old Su, now I'm your opponent to avenge the sword."

"Hai Feixu is the predecessor of Hai Feixu."

"Which sea catkins? Could it be Hai Feixu, the beautiful woman in the three major domains of fame and movement eight thousand years ago?

"Ss~~~"

Many people take a deep breath. As long as they are familiar with the historical materials of the Honghuang Fairyland, they are not unfamiliar with the name Hai Feixu. Eight thousand years ago, it was the first beauty of a famous three major regions. Even the emperor who was in charge of the Eastern Regions at that time had admiration for this beautiful woman. But now standing in front of them is actually an old woman with thin fur and bones.

Time does not forgive people, what if it is gorgeous and gorgeous? However, it still can't stop the erosion of the years.

"Su Hengfei, old lady, I'd like to see how much you have grown over the years!?" Hai Feixu smiled gloomyly, and the rotten wooden stick in his hand suddenly waved. A gloomy spirit wrapped her body in an instant and rushed to Su Hengfei as a black lightning.

"Well, I will be afraid of you!" Su Hengfei's body exploded like a rainbow, and a wide magic sword behind him came out of its sheath, and the thousand-foot sword light cut into the sea.

"Scold!"

On Hai Feixu's body, the yin air surged, and a large area of fog instantly wrapped the flying sword light, which actually corroded the sword light clean.

"Insidious!" Su Hengfei's pupils shrank and gritted his teeth and said.

Yin poison is a very terrible toxin. This method of toxin cultivation is very cruel. It is a skill recorded in the ancient Poison Sutra. The cultivation of the sinister poison, not to mention ordinary practitioners, even half-step immortals, and even real immortals may be poisoned.

"Old witch!" Seeing the sinister poison, Su Hengfei couldn't help swearing.

Two figures rushed up and rushed high into the sky. Not long after, there was a violent spiritual fluctuation from the sky. The rainbow of the sword penetrated the sun, and thousands of feet of sword light divided the sky into two halves. At the same time, large clouds appeared in the sky, covering the whole world.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There is a thunderous sound from high altitude.

The skinny old man of the Jiuyang Wizard smiled coldly, glanced at the people in the Fanxiu Alliance, and said, "In this case, I have to solve you by myself!"

After saying that, the skinny old man turned into a fire and rushed up. At this time, the middle-aged man holding the ancient shield stood in front of the thin old man, and the ancient shield smashed his head and face. This is a defensive magic weapon, but it is used by him as a heavy weapon.

The skinny old man smiled, spitting fire in his palm, and fought with the middle-aged man. This middle-aged man is also a pillar of the Fanxiu Alliance. His cultivation just broke through the impossible state fifty years ago.

"Swipe!"

At this time, the other two practitioners who followed Su Hengfei also did the same. Their goal was the other two great teachers.

The sharpness suddenly appeared, and the two practitioners turned into two long rainbows to kill the other two great teachers. The melee began in an instant, and several masters who could not be too empty fought together, and a strong spiritual storm swept out.

Under this melee, everyone's efforts were boiling, but there was another exception, who was Su Xiaobai.

At this moment, Su Xiaobai half lowered his eyes and stood faintly. It seemed that what happened around him had nothing to do with him. He seemed to put himself in another space and was unmoved.

"That man... Is it the descendant of Jiansheng?"

"Yes, it's him. His name is Su Xiaobai, and he is also Fan Xiu. It seems that he should be a descendant of Su Hengfei."

Su Xiaobai, who seemed to be particularly independent in this melee, immediately became the focus of discussion. Many people pointed at him and talked to him in a low voice.

And for all this, Su Xiaobai was still indifferent, and even simply closed his eyes. Such a move made everyone feel a little perverse.

"The descendant of Kensei, right?"

Suddenly, as soon as the sound came, a young monk in a purple robe with a magic sword stood out. A pair of crossed sword symbols on his chest represented his identity, the person of the Sword God Pavilion, and a descendant.

"Mu Yuntian, the first heir of the Sword God Pavilion!" Someone recognized the identity of the young man in purple and immediately exclaimed.

The name Mu Yuntian also has a good reputation in the Eastern Regions. The Sword God Pavilion is one of the few great teachings in the Eastern Regions, and Mu Yuntian, the first descendant of the Sword God Pavilion, is the leader among the young practitioners in the Eastern Regions. His cultivation is at the peak of Taoism.

At this time, Mu Yuntian stood with a sword, looked at Su Xiaobai coldly, and said, "What qualifications do you deserve the word 'Jiansheng'?"

As soon as this word came out, a sigh suddenly came from the crowd. Both of them belonged to sword cultivation, and Mu Yuntian was known as the little sword god in the eastern region. At the beginning, he put down his wild words and wanted to meet Su Xiaobai, the descendant of the swordsman, for a while. He didn't expect that this day would finally come.

"Hey hey, there is a good show this time, the duel between the sword god and the sword saint." Many people's eyes flashed with hot eyes.

In everyone's eyes, Mu Yuntian, the little sword god, raised the sword in his hand, pointed to Su Xiaobai, and sneered, "In this world, there should only be a sword god."

In the face of such rampant and provocative words, Su Xiaobai was still unmoved and stood there quietly.

Sensing Su Xiaobai's indifference, Mu Yuntian frowned slightly. He had a feeling of being ignored, which had never appeared on him.

Mu Yuntian raised his eyebrows and immediately said coldly, "Pull out your sword!"

"Sword... It's already in my hands." This time, Su Xiaobai spoke, with a little indifference in his voice, still half-closed his eyes and completely ignored the other party.

Is the sword in your hand? Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, because Su Xiaobai had nothing in his hands.

"Huh! I want to let everyone know that you, a swordsman, are just in vain!" Mu Yuntian roared, and the magic sword in his hand shot a sharp sword light. He killed Su Xiaobai like a sword rainbow.

Like a comet moon by moon, it has come close to Su Xiaobai in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Xiaobai moved and slowly raised his empty hand.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed, and the next moment, a bloody head flew out. But that man... But it's Mu Yuntian, the little sword god!