The master of the Dongsheng Temple almost spit out an old blood.

His forehead was exposed with blue veins, and he pointed at Wang Chengyue with trembling hands, but he couldn't even say a word.

Although the sect leader of the Central Temple and the North Temple were glad that it was not his own temple that was destroyed, Wang Chengyue instantly destroyed the Dongtianmen Temple in front of them, which made them extremely frustrated. What was even more sad was that they just watched so hard that they couldn't even stop it.

But after being frustrated and angry, they felt shocked again.

Wang Chengyue's realm is even more profound. I am afraid that only if the saint comes forward in person can suppress Wang Chengyue.

However, at this time, the leader of the Dongsheng Temple could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and rushed towards the foot of the snow-capped mountain, "Wang Chengyue! I want your life!"

Wang Chengyue looked at the light in the sky. It was his natal flying sword that was back. Then he completely ignored the leader of the East Temple and said to Xu Beihan: "Look carefully."

Xu Beihan looked serious.

Teachers rarely make swords.

Every time the teacher draws his sword, he is no less than entering the holy land of luck and enlightenment.

Wang Chengyue took a step forward, and the leader of the Dongsheng Temple who was flying down from the hillside seemed to have suddenly suffered a heavy blow. His whole body was stiff for a moment, and he fell into the snow in a very embarrassed manner, rolling constantly, like a snowball, covered with snowflakes. From a distance, it seemed that there was no one at all.

The Cangyue Sword thrust into the snow with a loud bang, and the rolling snowball hit the sword body and stopped steadily.

Immediately afterwards, the master of the East Temple rolled out of the snowball.

Xu Beihan frowned tightly, telling the truth, that scene was really nothing good.

But he still looked very carefully.

It seemed that Wang Chengyue had just taken a step forward, but in fact he drew a sword at that moment. What he drew was not the Cangyue Sword that had just destroyed the Dongtianmen Temple, but because he himself was a sword.

Of course, Xu Beihan cannot reach the level of a teacher now, but no matter what way the teacher uses to draw his sword, as long as he can understand it, he will definitely benefit a lot.

The moment he saw the teacher draw the sword, he did not catch the sword.

But Wang Chengyue looked at Xu Beihan with frowning at this time and nodded quite satisfied. If Xu Beihan looked confused, his sword would be useless. Fortunately, Jian Chi is Jian Chi, and he was Wang Chengyue's disciple.

He didn't expect Xu Beihan to see through it directly. As long as he had doubts in his heart, it would be enough. If he had doubts, he would naturally think about solving the doubts. If he didn't feel anything, then he would be over.

The leader of the Dongsheng Temple got up from the snow. He slapped the snowflakes stained by his body, looked at Wang Chengyue opposite him and said with a gloomy face: "The Sword Immortal is worthy of being a Sword Immortal. He actually teaches his disciples in front of my Taoist Palace, but it is too much for you to treat me as a tool!"

Wang Chengyue said lightly: "Isn't it more excessive to destroy you than to treat you as a tool? Since you have done all the more excessive things, why should you care if you are a tool?"

The head of the Dongsheng Temple's sect looked as if blue. He did not yell at killing Wang Chengyue anymore. Although he was used as a tool, he also woke him up. Wang Chengyue's strength was beyond his imagination. Even if he was an existence above the five realms, there was a huge gap. Any distance could be a natural barrier, not to mention that the distance between him and Wang Chengyue was not only a trace.

At this moment, a wind suddenly rose on the snow-capped mountains.

The snowflakes fell, as if they were a blizzard.

Wang Chengyue frowned slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the palace.

There was a dark shadow getting closer and closer.

The flying snowflakes turned into a giant palm and slapped at Wang Chengyue.

There was a loud bang.

The vast snow mist disperses.

The temple monks on the hillside fell one after another, and the three temple masters also reached out to cover the exploded snow fog and felt the extremely powerful force. They were a little shocked. Even though they knew the power of the saint, they had not seen it with their own eyes for a long time and felt it up close.

The giant palm slapped the king Chengyue, and the raging snow mist completely swallowed him.
Chapter completed!