Chapter 165, haven't you come out yet?

As soon as her words fell, the faces of the people around her changed greatly. The barefoot old man was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Haha, okay, really good, really good!"

Although he was laughing, his voice was getting colder and colder. In the end, it became colder than the ice, which made people feel fright.

Jun Ruxue looked at him quietly, as if he were looking at a fool.

The barefoot old man also saw her extraordinary, but the golden finch third grade was nothing in his eyes: "You take action first, remember that you only have one chance!"

Jun Ruxue did not talk nonsense. He floated into the sky, stood under the sun, turned into a goddess, and a frightening sword emanated.

The barefoot old man was shocked. Although he saw that Jun Ruxue was very extraordinary, she might be a genius. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but at this moment, it seemed that she really had a conceited capital. She shook her hand and came to the opposite of Jun Ruxue: "It's not too late to regret now. As long as you submit to me, I can take it as if everything just happened!"

But what he waited for was not to answer, but a sharp sword. I don't know when Jun Ruxue still held a sword. The barefoot old man smiled and stood with his hands on his back. Although his face was motionless, he still hated Jun Ruxue very much. How about genius? A dead genius is nothing.

Jun Ruxue pinched a sword formula, shook her jade feet, stepped on the mysterious pace, opened her red lips gently, and whispered, "Four of the sword!"

With her voice, a vast momentum emanated in an instant. The sharp sword in her hand emitted a faint blue light, and then the blue light won, and even the sunlight changed color. With a "buzzing", the sword in her hand flew into the sky.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal, and hundreds of divine swords stand in the void, and each sword is sharp, bright and touching.

Looking around, a divine sword stood in the void, rattling, dense, and the sword was soaring to the sky, swallowing the divine light, extremely sharp.

The army stood in the sword forest like snow, with quiet eyes and a black silk flying in the wind.

The pupil of the barefoot old man shrank, but he was soon relieved and said faintly, "I didn't expect a character like you in the Jun family. I really didn't expect it!" If I give it to you for a few years, I may not be your opponent, but not now!"

As soon as the words fell, the barefoot old man moved. His speed was extremely fast, turned into a beam of light and rushed over, and his hands suddenly turned out. The fiery Zhenyuan had a hot temperature, as if to cremate the sky.

Jun Ruxueyu pointed forward and scolded gently, "Go!"

The swords all over the sky turned into a train and hit them directly, earth-shaking, and suddenly surrounded the barefooted old man.

The barefoot ancestor's face changed slightly. Originally, he thought that Jun Ruxue's cultivation was high enough and his combat experience must not be enough, so he said what he had just said, but at this moment, it seemed that he underestimated the enemy.

Hundreds of swords hit vertically and horizontally, splitting the void. This is a desperate attack that makes people's soul tremble. Hundreds of swords come out to break through the void.

"Sneer"

Dazzling sword light, each of which is enough to kill people, extremely sharp, like lightning, invincible.

The barefoot old man shook his palms, refined the swords one by one, and walked forward to kill you like snow.

The ancestor of the Jun family looked at the sword forest all over the sky, and a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. Maybe she could really do it.

Junlin's eyes were dazzling, and he looked at everything in front of him in a daze. He couldn't help sighing that his daughter was no longer what he could speculate.

Ye 23 looked at all this silently and was also excited. Naturally, with his current cultivation, it can be seen that Jun Ruxue has the ability to fight and has hope to win.

Although the old man's cultivation is higher than hers, his own skills and secret skills are not superior enough, and he must not be compared with the disciples of Dean Jingyu of Tonghai College.

The barefoot old man was also shocked. It is said that the cultivation gap between them is not small, but every time he refines a magic sword, the tiger's mouth shakes and his chest is a little stuffy. It is enough to see the power of these swords. Although he is not injured, it is very uncomfortable.

However, the distance between the two has been slowly shortening. He believes that as long as he has all the swords, he will win.

The sword forest in the void has still become much thinner, and it still looks like dozens of pieces. The barefoot old man was happy and waved his hands repeatedly to refine the last sword light.

Junlin is anxious, but his cultivation has not yet reached the goldfinch. He can't fly in the air at all, so he can only worry.

The ban on the ancestors of the Jun family has not been opened, and it can't help much. The two had to put their eyes on the bald old man. The bald old man smiled helplessly, waved his hand, and pointed to the void, which means that he can't help at all.

The ancestor of the Jun family sighed secretly. He knew that the bald old man was telling the truth. Even if he could act, he could not help. This sword spirit in any way can hurt him. He dared not touch the red Zhenyuan of the barefooted old man. Once he touched it, he was cremated. It seems that everything is God's will. He I have the intention to stop this battle, but I am powerless.

For a moment when he thought about it, there were only three swords left in the void, and the barefooted old man walked towards Jun Ruxue step by step with a ferocious smile on his face.

With her cultivation, she can use such an attack. I'm afraid she can only use it once. I'll wait for you to do your best to see what else you can play.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated, and suddenly, the void was still full of divine swords, and the blade was incomparable, emitting a frightening breath.

Impossible! The first reaction of the barefoot old man was illusion, but the suffocating sword made his heart shake for the first time, but at a glance, he saw Jun Ruxue's delicate body.

He snorted coldly: "Little godfire!"

With the sound, his hands suddenly enlarged, the size of a head, and then the fiery red Zhenyuan gushed out of his palm.

With a crisp cry, a * rises to the sky, and a red flame wraps it. The hot temperature can destroy everything.

It bumped into the sword forest in the sky, waved its wings, and the divine fire raged. Everything near it would be cremated, turned into inexplicable gas, and dissipated in the air.

Jun Ruxue's face is still a little pale. Looking at the oncoming fire phoenix, he whispered, "Ning!"

The sword forest in the sky has recovered again, but the light on the sword is a little dim. Hundreds of divine swords with the roar, holding the momentum of wind and thunder, cut to the fire phoenix.

"Sneer"

Jian Mang thought, and the red light reflected in the blue light, forming a strange and beautiful scene in an instant, but the horrible energy in it made people unintentionally appreciate it.

After a while, the light dimmed, and the fiery phoenix still disappeared, but the sword forest in the sky also disappeared, and the sword on Jun Ruxue's head was also shaky.

How can a barefoot old man not see that at this moment, Jun Ruxue is the end of a strong crossbow, with grim eyes, step by step towards Jun Ruxue.

The ancestor of the Jun family looked at the bald old man beside him angrily, but the latter did not dare to look at him sideways.

Junlin's crazy operation of Zhenyuan in his body helped his ancestors open the ban, but time did not wait for him.

Jun Ruxue suddenly smiled and smiled happily. The barefoot old man was stunned and stopped, looking at this opponent who even had to fight with all his strength.

"Why, why don't you come out? Do you want to watch me die?" Jun Ruxue's beautiful eyes flowed with a halo, his cheeks were crimson, and his voice was extremely gentle.

The barefoot old man sneered and was about to open his mouth. A gentle figure made his whole body cold hair upside down, and his back was cold.