Chapter 208: A Sword Rises in the Sun!
A white light illuminates the moon, and the night sky is light.
"Is the sun rising?"
As the sword energy rises, not only all the inner courtyard disciples see the lit starry sky, but even the little guys in the outer courtyard are also attracted.
"Is this the martial arts trial of the inner courtyard brothers? It's so exaggerated. Our brothers are too scary!"
"Tsk tsk, I never thought that when can I reach this level?"
"You? Haha, have you trained your Qi Sea? Why don't you go to bed? Get enough energy to daydream tomorrow?"
"..."
"Shut up!"
The new little guys talked a lot, and each of them was watched in the yard or the fence under the care of a group of black-clad law enforcement officers.
With a loud bang.
The void was torn open by a snow sword. Everyone's mind seemed to be sucked in, and they swallowed their saliva in disbelief.
"Wang Zhifa, this..."
"Is this really the martial arts test for the senior brothers?"
The man called Wang Zhifa stood with his hands behind his back, looking up into the void, with hidden worries in his eyes.
"Yes, you go back to sleep first."
"No big problem!"
...
Outside the Spiritual Palace.
In the sky, several thrones surrounded and beat a hunchbacked old man with only a small axe.
Blood spurted wildly, and the scene was horrible.
The two elders were the first to give up, falling from the sky with deep cuts all over their bodies. After a few bangs, they fainted directly on the ground.
All combat power was lost!
Ye Xiaotian and Jiang Bianyan joined forces, but they could only barely block Cen Qiaofu's terrifying attack. However, once the small axe fell, even the avenue could be cut. Who could stop it?
"Palace Master Ye, it's not that I'm weak, but to be honest, I really can't hold on any longer!"
Jiang Bianyan covered his chest. If it was deeper, his heart would be broken.
"I have already pointed out in the letter for help that the visitor may be a high-level member of the 'Holy Slave'."
Ye Xiaotian did not even look back and shuttled into the void again.
"If you were not worried, I would not have only asked the Holy Spirit Temple to be the only one. Maybe I could have held on for a while longer!"
Of course, Ye Xiaotian only complained about the latter sentence in his heart and did not say it out loud.
The Holy Spirit Temple would actually treat the matter so lightly. This was something he had never thought of before. Did Elder Sang really get it right?
Free-range policy...
Jiang Bianyan smiled bitterly. How could he have thought that the situation was so terrible?
If he had not seen it with his own eyes today and saw the massive offensive of the "Holy Slave", he would have really thought that it was just the small broken organization back then, which could be destroyed with a single blow.
"A spark of fire, can it have set the prairie on fire without knowing it?"
Catching Ye Xiaotian who was cut again, Jiang Bianyan looked at his white hair dyed red with a bitter look on his lips.
"Or else..."
Ye Xiaotian lowered his eyelids, and the whole person disappeared just like that.
This is his Linggong!
No or else!
Boom——
Just at this moment, a dazzling white light completely calmed everyone down. Several people in Linggong looked at the "Mingcheng Snow" shaking in the sky and lost their minds.
"Qianqian's sword..."
The several array plates in Qiao Qianzhi's hand seemed to have lost the meaning of attacking and dropped directly.
Ye Xiaotian's eyes were full of anger, and his teeth were clenched.
"Did it fail again?"
He felt bitter in his heart. According to the plan, Sang Lao should protect Su Qianqian, but he couldn't stop the masked man?
Cen Qiaofu was shocked by the shocking sword intent. As far as he knew, this was clearly the rhythm of the masked man firing at full power!
"This kid is crazy. Does he know how badly he is injured? Is this suicide?"
"How could there be someone in the Spirit Palace who could make him so angry?"
With doubts in his heart, the old man could only choose to abandon everyone and fly straight to the center of the storm.
Ye Xiaotian's eyes condensed, and he covered the bloodstain on his chest and said with difficulty:
"Follow me!"
...
Near the back mountain.
Xu Xiaoshou ran towards the place where Sang Lao was.
He was really glad that the old man stopped him at the critical moment.
Otherwise, if he rushed up like this foolishly, wouldn't he be split in half by the masked man's shocking sword?
However, although Xu Xiaoshou was awake, the masked man's anger had just begun.
It was the first time he was beaten so badly by someone. This kid's ability to take advantage of every opportunity...
It's amazing!
He seized the opportunity of his weakness and almost crippled him.
The key is that this guy is just a junior, and he doesn't seem to have made much progress since the last time they met. I really don't know how a mere kid can have such a high burst?
Of course, these are no longer important!
After the masked man roared, "Mingcheng Snow" shook in the void, and finally burst out the true power of the famous sword.
The bright white sword energy that shone in the night sky solidified, and then the world was frosty. After the frost sword intent was gathered, a blue sword light lit up the night sky again.
Whoosh!
The sword energy shot in, directly making Xu Xiaoshou pale with horror.
There was no way to dodge it!
He thought that he had not closed the distance with the masked man, and with the "agility" of the master level, he could rush to the arms of Old Sang in a moment...
However, he miscalculated!
This is really measuring the stone by the liter and judging others by oneself!
But how can an ant know the power of a giant?
Halfway through the run, Xu Xiaoshou was stunned because he could not run beyond the level of the masked man. The blue sword light instantly touched his back, and he had to turn around and face him head-on.
"It's a waste..."
"But at least the last one will be glorious!"
As soon as the back sank and the elbows were raised, the energy of the "Passive Fist" was about to be ignited...
at this time!
"Perception" suddenly saw the grass hat that Sang Lao was pressing on the back of the mountain lifted slightly, and those eyes hidden in the darkness were directly lit up by the blue sword light!
"court death!"
The old man was angry. No one could touch the guy he liked, not to mention that Xu Xiaoshou had become his apprentice!
Boom——
A shocking sound erupted between the collision of fists and sword lights, and an area hundreds of feet high in the air was directly shattered by explosions.
The cracks in the void spread, like the giant mouth of an ancient glutton, sucking in everything around it, including trees, soil, dust...
Xu Xiaoshou was knocked away.
He stared in horror at the place where Old Sang's fist collided with the sword light, and realized that if the old man hadn't pushed him away, even his "passive fist" would probably not have been able to block the masked man's furious blow.
"Is this the real strong man?"
He clenched his fists. Sure enough, in comparison, he was really beaten to the point where not even a scum was left!
Even if there is a passive system and various passive skill bonuses, if you want to face those real big guys with your current meager cultivation level, you are still completely unqualified!
He woke up with a start.
No matter how strong the passive skills are, at best they are only compared to spiritual skills of the same level.
Acquired level passive skills can't beat innate spiritual skills. This was proven during the competition with Mo Mo in the outer courtyard.
So, what capital do I have to face the masked man?
With passion?
Or do you think that guy seems to appreciate you a little, so you can do whatever you want?
——He is completely merciless!
Xu Xiaoshou broke into a cold sweat.
At this moment, his inflated mentality that had been crushed all the way from Tianxuan Sect was completely wiped out by a sword.
It was clear that the gray mist man had already taught him a lesson, but he still acted recklessly.
"You shouldn't take action..."
"If even Mr. Sang can't beat him, then..."
boom!
At this moment, he felt as if he had hit something, and his whole body deviated from the route and flew directly to the side.
He was pushed away by Mr. Sang. This old man's push was so powerful that he could not even suck people away from the black hole.
Xu Xiaoshou turned around and saw a rickety old man with a face covered in blood and holding an axe.
"Air crash?"
Cenqiaofu stared at the young man in front of him in shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The successive battles with several great thrones never caused him to shed a drop of blood. How could this kid almost blow off his head with a single impact?
Why was he knocked away by a kid?
Why does his face seem to be cut by sword marks when he comes into contact?
When did he take action? Why couldn't he even see his own cultivation level clearly?
After all, Cenqiaofu couldn't hold back the confusion in his heart and said in surprise:
"Are you a hedgehog?"