Chapter 128 Who Plays Who?

Only Zixiao stood still.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Elder Qingfeng. The aura of the saint pressed on him, making a bang.

Waves of blue sword light flowed around him to resist the pressure.

"Hmph..."

Elder Qingfeng snorted coldly, and the terrifying aura strengthened again.

The array patterns of the entire hall were faintly lit.

Zixiao deliberately took a step back to show his weakness to the enemy!

After all, it was a bit scary that a casual cultivator in the fusion realm could completely block the pressure of the saint.

But even so, his face was still firm, as if the arrogant boy was difficult to bend even by the saint.

His legs were slightly bent, but his waist and back were as straight as a sword.

"Such a strong sword intent..."

Elder Qingfeng was surprised by the sword intent that came out of the boy in front of him. This sword intent was the purest sword intent he had ever seen.

Little did he know that what he wanted to see was what Zixiao let him see.

In terms of sword, although he has the Eight-Leaf Sword Grass and the Grass Sword Technique inside, his most powerful skill is to play with the knife.

In order to avoid trouble, he used the name of Zuo Yuanfei and the sword meaning of the Grass Sword Technique.

I think it can conceal people's eyes and ears. Now it is unknown how much the people in this pseudo-spiritual domain know about the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

It is naturally good to be able to hide your identity.

Just when Zixiao was "about to give up", he roared: "Fellow Daoists, did you bring me here just to let your elders attack me?!"

"Then you have misjudged me! What if I am a saint?! Although I am a casual cultivator, I should have pride!"

"Don't even think of making me bow down in front of the saint!!!"

Bang! ! !

Behind Zixiao appeared the shadow of a grass. The grass had eight leaves, and each leaf was constantly emitting light around. The light was accompanied by a sharp sword meaning, as if it had crushed the air and made a hissing sound.

"Boy! Tell me who you are! If you tell the truth, get off the mountain. If you still hide it, I will kill you!"

"Elder Qingfeng!"

How could Cheng Feng and the other two remain calm when they heard that their elders were going to kill Zixiao?

Although they had spent a short time together, their communication along the way also made the three of them feel that Zixiao was a person with a pure heart and excellent talent.

If they put this friend they just met in danger for such a small reward, then their Taoism would definitely be unstable.

"Shut up!"

Elder Qingfeng ignored the three people's pleas and stared at Zixiao with his eyes: "Tell me, who are you?!"

"I am your grandfather!!! Kill me if you want! Why waste your words! I, Zuo Yuanfei, am upright and honest. I am not afraid of you throwing dirty water on me. As a casual cultivator, although the road of cultivation is like walking on thin ice, I am not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Zixiao pretended to be furious.

Then he pinched the hair seal with his hand, and a leaf of the eight-leaf sword grass behind him fell into his palm.

Buzz...

At the moment when the grass fell into Zixiao's hand, the array pattern in the hall lit up directly, and countless sword beams flew out wantonly, hitting those array patterns, causing a wave of fluctuations.

Zixiao held the sword grass in his hand and gently waved it at Elder Qingfeng in front of him.

Boom! ! !

The sword energy poured out like a torrent of river water, and the sword energy rushed into the sky, shining brightly.

Under the reflection of the sword energy, Zixiao's face at this moment was even more resolute. A young man should have a lofty ambition, which is probably the case.

The three people who could only squat on the ground were a little surprised when they saw Zixiao.

Knowing that the saint was in front of them, they still slashed with a sword. They didn't even have the strength to stand up.

What kind of mentality and talent is this? !

Elder Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of admiration, and then he gently waved his palm with one hand, and the spiritual power was like the sea, surging and surging, blocking all the incoming sword lights.

Bang bang bang bang...

The sword light hit the spiritual sea, making a bang bang bang sound, but the spiritual sea was endless and could not be cut off at all.

But Zixiao had no intention of being discouraged.

His treasure body began to flash a faint white light.

Then, accompanied by the sound of the great way of Sanskrit, the sword grass behind him disappeared, replaced by a piece of moonlight falling, night fell, the blue sea surged, the tide rose and fell, and a bright moon hung, making people feel a burst of emptiness.

The moon rises on the sea!

"Vision!"

Elder Qingfeng and the three people were shocked by the vision behind Zixiao.

Looking at the shocked expressions of several people, Zixiao's face flashed a barely perceptible smile.

His own vision is not the moon rising on the sea. His real vision is that he reigns over the world and three thousand saints worship him. This moon rising on the sea is just what he derived from the transcendent halo.

Previously, on the stage of Yaoguang Holy Land, Wei Zhenbin, the Son of Heavenly Secret, "summoned" him to the stage. In order to show off, he also used this transcendent aura to derive the roar of the four sacred beasts.

This is the second time he has used it, so he is naturally very skilled.

As expected, the strange phenomenon of the moon rising from the sea also shocked people greatly.

"Okay! No more fighting!"

Seeing that the young man in front of him was going to "fight to the death", Elder Qingfeng suddenly dispersed all his pressure, and the murderous intent disappeared in an instant, and the whole person returned to his previous kind appearance.

Zixiao stood on the ground, and the bright moon behind him continued to emit a faint light.

His eyes were full of vigilance.

"What do you want to do again?!"

"Hahaha..."

Faced with Zixiao's question, Elder Qingfeng smiled awkwardly and said quickly: "Well, my friend, I'm really sorry. In order to prevent the sect from being in danger, I can only do this."

"Just to test whether you are sent by the hostile forces, please don't misunderstand."

"..."

Zixiao held the sword grass tightly in one hand and said coldly: "Oh, do you see it now?"

"Of course."

Elder Qingfeng waved his hand: "Our sect has a skill that can distinguish whether others are sincere. My friend, your words just now are naturally sincere."

"..."

Swish!

Zixiao's figure flashed, and the next second, he appeared directly in front of Elder Qingfeng, and the sword grass in his hand was also aimed at his neck.

"Since you have found out that what I said is true, why do you still want to fight with me?!"

"This..."

The old Qingfeng blushed and said angrily: "I was just excited to see the prey and wanted to see your strength, young friend. I have no ill intentions!"

"Hehe..."

Zixiao sneered and continued: "Since the show is over, please disperse the formation in the hall. I am leaving."

"Brother Dao!"

When Cheng Feng and others heard that Zixiao was leaving, they were anxious and ran to Zixiao.

"Dao... No, Brother Zuo, Elder Qingfeng really has no ill intentions. Since he is here, why not rest here for a few days!"

"No!"

Zixiao said coldly: "Zuo can't stand your enthusiasm! Goodbye!"