Chapter 64 Brother thousands of years ago!

The middle-aged man with black hair and dancing wildly stood so quietly in the fierce magic. His red eyes stared coldly, as if they had been frozen for thousands of years, and his body exuded powerful pressure, making Hong Yu and others almost breathless.

"Squeak... The mouse said, are you a human? Or a demon? Why are you here?" Hucun's mouse stood on Hong Yu's shoulder, and a mouse's claw pointed to the middle-aged man in magic and squeaked.

The middle-aged man did not answer the words of the village mouse, and still looked at the people coldly. His clothes were hunting, his black hair was flying, and his body was full of an ancient atmosphere at the same time.

There is no doubt that he is not from this period and should have existed here for endless years.

"Cangling!"

Without saying anything, the giant iron sword immediately came out of its sheath, clenched it with one hand, and pointed to the man from afar. A pair of lavender eyes, without any fluctuation, but the murderous spirit on his body suddenly leaked out. At the same time, Hong Yu's ancient gun barrel and Murong Qi's cyan sword also appeared in his hands.

The three brothers held their own magic soldiers in one hand and pointed to the middle-aged man in the magic. At this moment, all three of them burned with a fierce fighting spirit in their chests. For a moment, the three men's clothes were agitated, their long hair was windless and automatic, and their faces showed a murderous spirit.

Gu Jian Qianlan, an elegant girl, is still floating like a fairy at this moment. Qiu Shui looked at the man faintly without any emotional fluctuation.

Looking at her look, Hong Yu couldn't help asking, "Qianlan, you just said thank me."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Doesn't that mean that you have our human emotions?"

Gu Jian Qianlan frowned unexpectedly and shook her head immediately: "No."

Hearing the words, Hong Yu sighed slightly in his heart, which inevitably raised a faint sense of loss. After laughing, he held an ancient gun barrel and paid full attention to the middle-aged man in the magic spirit.

The mysterious air surged in his body, and the head of the gun slowly appeared on the head of the gun barrel.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get back here?" Looking at the middle-aged man in magic, Qianlan asked, and his voice could not hear any emotional fluctuations, just like saying ordinary words.

However, the man in the magic suddenly spoke unexpectedly at this time, nodded, and the cold words slowly spit out from his mouth: "Four people and one mouse, indeed some strength!"

After saying that, with a sneer, a flying sword flew out of his eyebrows. The flying sword quickly became bigger, and in an instant, it turned into a flying sword several feet long.

A sword flashed in front of him, killing an incomparable flying sword, killing Hong Yu, Arnold, and Murong Qi at the same time.

"Sneer--!"

The sound of breaking through the sky, the man's flying sword quickly came and took the head of everyone.

"Your flying sword is indeed powerful, but it is still not enough." A shallow smile appeared on the delicate face of Gu Jian Qianlan. At that moment, her delicate body suddenly rose and directly faced the flying sword that was killed. In an instant, the flying sword was smashed, and suddenly a little light was sprinkled all over the sky.

"Huh? It seems that I underestimated you."

The power of the ancient sword Qianlan finally changed the color of the middle-aged man. After a cold hum, he saw three flying swords flying out of his eyebrows at the same time and killed Qianlan together, like three meteors, with a sad sound of breaking the sky and murderous.

Looking at the flying sword that was killed quickly, the smile on Qianlan's little face remained unchanged. Her delicate body was a peerless ancient sword. She gently stirred her delicate arms. Suddenly, there was a burst of ancient swords, and the three fast-moving flying swords were still smashed into pieces in an instant.

"Squeaky... The mouse said, laughing to death. You can't even beat one of the weakest women here. Why do you pretend to be an ancient demon here? Go home and pick up the dung!" Hucun Shuo Rat was obviously very unkind, standing on Hong Yu's shoulder and leaning forward and backward with a smile.

However, the man in the magic spirit did not pay attention to protect the village mouse. He looked very calm. With a cold hum, the flying swords suddenly flew out one after another. It was endless. Soon, thousands of flying swords killed Qianlan. For a time, the flying swords all over the sky were dense, like a sea of swords, good Not spectacular.

"Uh... this is really hard to see! Retreat!" Looking at the fast-killed Jianhai, Hongyu's three brothers fled decisively. Obviously, such a killing field is not what they can cope with at their current cultivation level. If they don't pay attention, they will be pierced into a sieve by the flying sword hole.

Qianlan, the ancient sword, is proud of the ages. She stands quietly in the void and responds to changes. Her delicate arms are still gently stirred, looking happy and beautiful.

"Wow...!"

Thousands of flying swords were all shattered before they could fly close to her in the future, and even half of them were left. Hongyu's three brothers in the distance smiled and were very happy.

"Squeaky... The mouse said, if you have any tricks for human beings pretending to be ancient demons, let's see how much you can regret our beautiful lady." The two dead mice stood up on their hind legs and laughed very humanely.

So far, the man in the magic spirit has dominated and has not taken any advantage of Qianlan, but he is not annoyed by it and is still very calm. He suddenly poked out with a big hand and grabbed Qianlan. In an instant, his big hand became overwhelming and powerful.

"Sneer!"

Qianlan's delicate body suddenly shook, dispersing in an instant and turned back to the body. Suddenly, a peerless long sword, bright and dazzling, split down and directly cut the big hand captured by the man into pieces all over the sky.

However, the man's broken hand grew out again in an instant, which was amazingly fast.

"Phos-oriented!"

In the angry magic, the middle-aged man suddenly roared, and a colorful light rushed up from behind him, as dazzling as the sun. His hands were sealed, and strange laws of heaven and earth were arranged by him. Soon, a chaotic world appeared in his hand and suddenly enveloped Qianlan.

The chaotic world is the source of heaven and earth and the source of the evolution of the laws of heaven and earth. There is no time and space!

In the chaotic world, because there is no space, Qianlan suddenly fell into a mud. At the same time, because there is no time, she is still, because no matter how fast she moves, it takes time to complete.

"Open it for me!"

In Qianlan's sexy lips, her voice is still so beautiful and her tone is still so calm. As her sound fell, for a moment, the chaotic world shattered and Qianlan broke through the boundary.

"Who the hell are you? In the Tianyuan Continent, it is absolutely impossible for a master like you to appear. Qianlan's strength made the man in the spirit very shocked, "Also, how did you get in? A thousand years have passed. Has the Juexian Gate been destroyed and no longer exist?

In the distance, Hong Yu's three brothers were even more shocked at this time, because "Making Tao-based" is the highest realm of the mysterious method of the Juetian Sect. The middle-aged man in front of him is not an ancient god or demon at all, but a disciple from Juetian Sect! A thousand years? A thousand years ago, it happened to be the last battle for the Pearl! In that year's pearl grab, is there any disciple who has been staying here and can never go out?

For a thousand years, this disciple of the Heavenly Gate has been trapped here to practice silently? So what kind of state has his current cultivation reached? Great perfection? Mahayana period?

However, no matter what level his current cultivation has reached, the facts prove that he is still not enough in front of Qianlan's unrivaled ancient sword.

"Disciples of Juetianmen? Brother? Are you one of the brothers who competed for Dragon Ball last time? Murong Qi was very excited and said, "The Juetian Gate has not been destroyed. It is still flourishing. We are the disciples of the Juetian Gate."

The middle-aged man in the magic spirit, his burly body was shocked for a long time and sighed: "A thousand years, a whole thousand years! Last time, when you came down, there was a surprise in my heart, but it was too long, and I was here all the time. I didn't know if there was any change, so I didn't rashly identify myself.