Just as Huo Jie was alive and dead, space fluctuated, and wisps of wonderful power emerged from the sky. A thousand auspicious clouds were thriving, and the majestic aura was like a mountain of Kuiwei. The attack of the Dou King fell on it was incomparable!

"who!"

Seeing a figure of grace, the light and shadows fell in front of everyone, and a hunched figure in a wide black robe gradually emerged.

The sudden emergence of strong people has already made the onlookers feel a little numb, so they are somewhat expecting the people who are showing up now. What level of cultivation will this person have?

If Ye Wuchou opened his eyes at this time, he would definitely find that the figure seemed familiar. Unfortunately, he did not, so he missed the excellent scene of the figure using its means.

This person's voice seemed like a broken gong, and the impression of his old age suddenly entered everyone's mind. He asked, "How long will it take for Xiaoyou Ye?"

Murong Chendan was relieved when he saw this powerful man without hostility. He was weak and reluctantly said, "It takes a short stick of incense. My little friend's life is hanging a thread for me. I have no reason to cherish it at this time. This ray of Yang Sword is the holy weapon of my Kaiyang Kingdom, with spirit and spirit, and invincible courage. I divided a broken soul of this knife into my little friend's body to help him protect his life."

The old man floating in the air nodded slightly, stared at Ye Wuchou who was unconscious for a while, sighed softly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "The master was so weak at the beginning, but the spirit of drinking for you has not changed."

As he said this, his eyes swept to Lan Ruyu's body, his eyes darkened, and his mixed emotions suddenly filled his chest and abdomen. Then, he turned his head and looked at Huo Jie, and a knowing smile jumped onto the corner of his mouth. He murmured to himself: "Master Star, Master's partner, long time no see. It's great to see you young, you are far away, you are worry-free, everything is too late."

The old man in black robe looked a little energetic. He looked around and waved it casually. The halos enveloped Huo Jie, Murong, Chendan, Ye Wuchou and others. The old man's figure also disappeared from the spot at the same time.

Everyone was shocked. The twists and turns surprised everyone. The old man and his behavior finally appeared even more than everyone's cognitive range.

It appeared out of thin air, and then only a halo was left and it escaped? Is he going to save people or what?

Even Murong Chendan and Huo Jie were confused. They looked at the halo carefully and looked like they were harmless. Such suspicion remained until Qin Xiaotian took action.

"I don't believe how strong you can be! Look at me breaking you, the turtle shell!" Qin Xiaotian shouted angrily, and Huang Yin was still trapped in a cage-like magic weapon and could not escape.

The terrifying rainbow fell overwhelmingly, and the horror of Douhuang's powerful power was fully reflected at this moment. The terrifying destructive power was poured on the halo left by the old man without any reservation.

In the halo, except for Ye Wuchou who was unconscious, everyone else closed their eyes consciously.

Huang Yin was calm and composed, quite confident and not panicked. Perhaps only in the Douhuang period can we see how strong the old man is. Huang Yin smiled self-deprecatingly. After all, Douhuang's cultivation is still weak in the eyes of the real powerful.

"boom!"

Everyone flew in response, and even the powerful strength of the Dou King vomited blood.

What surprised everyone was that the translucent halo was not destroyed. Not only that, it was even less obvious that it was going to be damaged. It was like it was not attacked by the distracted strong man just now, but was hit by a soft punch from a yellow-mouthed child. The bright moon shone on the river and the breeze blew the hills.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaotian took a step back half a step, and he muttered: "How could this happen?"

Huang Yin laughed aside, and after laughing, he couldn't help but sigh: "Old Qin, when you and me have reached your level of cultivation, don't you know the long path of martial arts? Do you still not see how far away the true meaning of power is from us? If Old Qin is tactful, he will be low-key and be content with oneself. Don't fight bravely and let the strong laugh at him."

Only by standing tall and looking far away can one stand on the top of the mountain can one realize the vastness of the world. Only by standing in the sea of ​​blue clouds and mist can one understand the boundless universe.

The crutch in Qin Xiaotian's hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, and he staggered out.

"Father! What should these people do?" Qin Lie didn't know what Qin Xiaotian thought or felt, nor did he notice his loneliness, and asked anxiously for instructions for the next step.

Qin Xiaotian sighed and said, "You can do it. There is also the power of distracting spirit, don't hurt my son and grandson." After that, he walked out on his own.

The things that were once proud of were questioned overnight, which is difficult for everyone to accept, because this process is to break and reorganize the inherent worldview. Only the parties involved can truly understand the pain and loneliness of the tempering of their thoughts.

On the other side of the distance, Yun Zhongge stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. His smiling face was surprisingly calm and rational. He said to himself: "Bai Yan, loyal."

The time of a short stick of incense was fleeting. Ye Wuchou got the residual soul of the Yang Sword, and the qi and blood were penetrated, and the meridians continued. The surging force made Ye Wuchou's body heal at a rapid speed. He slowly woke up.

Lan Ruyu made a surprise voice. Huo Jie turned his head excitedly and looked over.

"Brother Ye, you are awake!" Murong Chen was overjoyed, but his words suddenly froze in his throat. He was surprised to find that Ye Wuchou's hands were different.

Ye Wuqiu's hands were as dark as steel, with a metallic luster. He held the sword and the blazing flames ignited. After Ye Wuqiu woke up, he also discovered this situation, but after careful consideration, his mouth was so wide that it seemed as if he could stuff an egg in one go. This... isn't this the best among the five great masters of Tianxuan, the first realm of Tianxuan Jue's hand, the black iron hand?

Immediately he looked at Gangyaoji Yang Dao again, and his inexplicable sense of intimacy made him guess what he could have guessed.

Could it be that because of this knife, I have practiced the skills that I haven't obtained for a while and learned it in a coma?

"No hatred, let's explain some things after we get out." Murong smiled weakly.

Ye Wuchou nodded solemnly, and he gently held Lan Ruyu's hand, causing the charming man to fly with his cheeks.

The halo also quietly disappeared at this moment, and Qin Lie, a group of people in Jingxuwu Dao Mansion, who had been waiting for the rabbit for a long time, rushed towards this side again.

Ye Wuqiu stood with a sword, and Huo Jie assisted him sideways. The two young men stood proudly, in sharp contrast with the surging crowds on the opposite side.
Chapter completed!