Just imagine how coincidental it was that when I came out, I met people from Qingyu Club and the number was twice that of them.

This teleportation jade token also has some positioning functions.

But Zhan Xinzhi didn't care, just use his tricks.

However, the flames on Zhan Xingtong’s body before should be characterized by the awakening of his ancestor’s bloodline.

This generation may have a greater chance.

Wen Quxian looked at the quiet forest in the distance and took out the so-called teleportation jade token, "It is because of this thing that they know our location."

Just as he was about to destroy the jade tablet, Zhan Xinzhi wanted to stop it, but suddenly another set of arrangements came into being.

At this time, a bird flew over the sky and brought a strong wind.

The flying bird has a figure in red, standing with her hands behind her back.

Xie Xingyu.

Huangquan Temple smiled coldly and followed.

Zhan Xinzhi, I hesitated for a moment and took everyone to follow me.

Xie Xingyu on the flying bird had noticed someone following him and smiled jokingly.

Perhaps for these people, they are not enemies of one move and are not afraid of it.

I walked all the way and actually followed Baili. The terrain below was rugged. I didn't expect Huangquan Temple to follow.

The front is Huangquan Temple.

Serious expressions and deep eyes.

The sword energy gathered all over the body, and was ready to wait.

Finally, the figure flew out and turned into an arc and swept through the head of the big bird.

Zhan Xinzhi and a few people stopped and waited and watched.

The figure of Huangquan Temple landed on a commanding height, and the wind blew towards her and her clothes were flying.

In the distance opposite him, for a moment, a figure in red clothes stood on the top of the ancient tree, and the eyes cast by him were as sharp as a knife.

"Is it in a hurry?"

Huangquan Temple said plainly.

"It's not very hurrying!"

Xie Xingyu looked at him, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Then let's fight!"

The two figures intertwined, both of which were coughing up blood.

Looking back, looking at each other's forehead, you can see the murderous intent in each other's eyes.

Xie Xingyu's figure moved, and it became forever in a rush, as if the illusion of time was spreading.

Body skills, swordsmanship, flowing clouds and water.

Blue Roll Advanced.

Illusion swordsmanship, first form, mirage.

The ancient capital was surrounded by illusions, and the light of the killing sword came in a rush.

The space in front of me was shaking, and it was a gloomy array of ghost gates.

Swordsmanship, the gates of hell.

The reliefs of countless unjust souls and evil spirits on the huge sect seem to be very ghostly.

This ghost gate separates all sword techniques from Huangquan Temple.

He stood quietly behind the Ghost Gate, but his eyes could see Xie Xingyu's situation opposite through the Ghost Gate.

Xie Xingyu could only see the ghost gate with a terrifying spirit, arrayed in front of him, emitting surging soul pressure.

Zhan Xinzhi and his men did not expect that Huangquan Temple could really fight Xie Xingyu.

In this gate of hell, swordsmanship should be spell-type summoning techniques or the like.

Perhaps his name is key to Huangquan Temple.

However, this mysterious friend also hopes to learn more.

For Zhan Xingtong and Zhan Zifeng, he is more determined to become stronger in cultivation.

In a vague way, Wen Quxian seemed to feel something, but he never said anything.

With a sword, the body was slashed out, and the ghost gate made a huge sound.

"Yunyin Sword Shocks and Kills!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the sword shadows in the sky accompanied them, and a shocking force spread and fell on the Ghost Gate. The huge and heavy Ghost Gate also trembled unavoidably.

There was even an unbeatable aftermath that passed through the ghost gate, which shocked the unexpected Guang Huangquan Temple to vomit blood.

After a moment of silence, Xie Xingyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It must have been hit, but I'm afraid it's not powerful enough to kill me."

At the Ghost Gate, sword marks intertwined, and at this time, the cracks suddenly spread and collapsed, disillusioned.

The figure presented in Xie Xingyu's eyes was swaying, and he was unsteady, as if he would fall down at any time.

The nosebleed kept dripping, and the bright red blood formed a sharp contrast with the pale skin tone, which was quite impactful to the vision.

Xie Xingyu would not miss this excellent opportunity, and immediately approached and stabbed Huangquan Temple with a sword.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

My head seemed to be hit by something. After a moment of coming back to my senses, the sword in my hand disappeared. A kind old woman stood a new year ago. She took a gourd from the crutch like a dead branch, poured the liquid in the gourd into a bowl, and handed it to Xie Xingyu.

I took it involuntarily, and the cyan liquid overflowed the intoxicating fragrance of wine.

Is it wine?

I had a question in my heart and took a sip.

Bland and tasteless.

Suddenly, he felt his whole body tense and heavy, and the force of his retracting made him almost breathless.

Every inch of the skin, black runes appeared, and the gloomy aura appeared and disappeared, spreading unknown.

This is not wine...

The kind old woman looked at him and smiled kindly, "Young man, I drank the soup and crossed the bridge, forget my past and present lives, and be a good person!"

Xie Xingyu realized that he was already on the bridge, which was filled with the breath of a long time, ancient and mysterious.

However, he always felt something was wrong, and a strong sense of crisis surrounded him.

At this time, Zhan Xinzhi and the others who were outside the illusion only saw Huangquan Temple holding a sword weapon at Xie Xingyu, smiling foolishly.

She smiled very despicable, but Xie Xingyu's eyes were as crazy as he was, and he lost his due spirit, and walked towards him step by step like a walking corpse.

If this continues, he will send his body up and be penetrated by a sword weapon.

"I'll go, this brother Huangquan really has a trick. I've never seen this kind of swordsmanship before." Zhan Zifeng said in amazement.

Zhan Xingtong was also surprised, and this technique had surpassed his recognition.

Only then did I realize that I was still very ignorant of swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

Zhan Xinzhi's information about Huangquan Temple has been through all the information from the moment he realizes it.

Just when they thought everything was a foregone conclusion, a sudden change occurred, and Huangquan Temple was also suddenly shocked.

A thick cloud-attribute sword energy kept gushing out of Xie Xingyu's body.

The cloud attribute characteristics are inherently vague, like illusion and reality.

There are probably not many people who can condense the cloud-attribute sword energy and break the characteristics to such a strong level in his class.

In his body, the yellow patterns were rippling, and finally the rune gauze dress on his body shattered and disappeared.

A sword came out, like a stunning geese and as graceful as a dragon.

After passing through, the body of Huangquan Temple flew out.

Looking into the distance, the fireworks blooming were roughly the signal flares of the power he belonged to.

He originally wanted to give Huangquan Temple a fatal blow, but he always gave up.

There was roughly a strange feeling, or it seemed like a premonition that he could not kill Huangquan Temple.

However, he did not take this feeling to heart and went straight to the direction where the fireworks bloomed.

"Are you okay?"

Zhan Xinzhi walked up to him and asked, but did not help him up.

Huangquan Temple sat up and wiped the blood from his face and looked at him, as if he was in a bad mood.

"fine.".

"Let's keep up and take a look!"

Huangquan Temple thought about it and seemed that she was not very satisfied with the result, so she said to Zhan Xinzhi.
Chapter completed!