In an instant, the momentum of the man holding the sword was suppressed, and most of his indomitable energy was suddenly lost, and he could not help but retreat.

It was this retreat that caused Xuan Yezi's originally dull gaze to shrink suddenly:

"How can this child's magical power be only at the level of a beginner in Taoism?!"

His eyes were fixed on the figure who was swaying the thunder light wantonly in that scene, and he thought of the rumors he heard in Shenxiao Mountain in twos and threes. He couldn't calm down for a long time, and he was quite unhappy.

"Why does the general trend of times favor this Shenxiao Sect?"

For a time, Xuan Yezi's original hesitation became more determined.

Inherit the Taoist struggle!

Today, the Shenxiao Sect does not swallow up the thoughts of all directions, but even if it is open to all rivers and becomes more and more powerful, our own inheritance cannot live by relying on it all day long!

In this small borderland of Beicangzhou, there are only so many resources for cultivation. If extraordinary measures are not taken, once Xuan Yezi passes away thousands of years later, how can the descendants of the sect not be bullied by jackals and tigers if they do not have the golden elixir to control them? The leopards swarmed up, and a thousand-year-old foundation was destroyed in one fell swoop?!

The light in his eyes flickered, and the spiritual sword on his back trembled slightly, as if he was aware of his master's unhappiness.

But the fighting in the field still didn't stop.

Ling Zhou looked horrified, Daoji's magic power was running on the blade. However, even so, it was the first time in his life that he faced the continuous and rumbling thunder.

It was at this moment that he finally understood why the art of thunder and the art of swords were ranked as the most powerful offensive powers.

Bang!

There was another explosion!

This disciple of Jindan Zhenren of Yuanchu Mountain finally couldn't bear it any longer. He spat out blood with a 'poof' sound, his abdomen was pressed by Ji Qiu's thunder seal, and he was shot and flew out towards the seat of Yuanchu Mountain!

But after this palm fell, Ji Qiu still behaved calmly and still had some strength left.

At this time, he even felt a little bit regretful.

Because he has not yet used the magical power of transforming thunder that was evolved from his innate talent.
Chapter completed!