"Are you Yao Mengxun?"
"Yes, you are the autumn water fairy?"
After being shocked for a moment, Yao Mengxun immediately came to his senses and addressed Qiu Shui with an honorific.
"Not so polite."
Qiu Shui's frosty eyes flashed with a trace of tenderness and appreciation, and then said:
"So what you get..."
But before she could finish her question, a golden figure appeared out of thin air behind her, and then she saw a huge dragon claw heading straight for Yao Mengxun with a fishy wind that was still warm in blood!
"Don't even think about it!"
Goddess Qiu Shui's cultivation level is already extremely high. Although she is not as good as Yuan Anchu, a veteran monk in the spirit realm, she relies on holding the Yun Celestial Mirror, the most precious treasure inherited from Qingxu Tian, and is not afraid of Tianlong with bare hands!
But even if Tianlong's strength is at a loss, the ants in his mouth must be ants!
Claws and palms connected, Qiu Shui felt a strange and ancient power rushing in like a torrent of rivers and seas, and finally remembered the fact that the golden light of the opponent's finger pierced through his palm.
Even though she was careless, her spiritual power fell apart like snow meeting the spring sun when it met the other party's power, which made her heart sink.
With just this move, Qiu Shui judged that her body could not stop Tianlong for a few times, so she had no choice but to fly out with Yao Mengxun, her mouth overflowing with blood that had not flowed for many years.
This also made everyone present stunned and felt bad.
"snort!"
Yuan Anchu snorted coldly. After so many years, except for the Heavenly Guard Lord Su Wuzhe, even the sect leader Yun Youya was polite to him. This old immortal who came out of nowhere is so arrogant. I am really tired of living.
Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent and Qiu Shui, Yuan Anchu smiled bitterly, and then said loudly:
"Gui Ling Monk follows me to trap this person. After finding the disciples of each sect below Yufeng Realm, withdraw from Qianzhang!"
"yes!"
Although Old Man Yuan suppressed everyone a lot when he was in the outside world, after all, he was the representative sent here by Tianwei City in name only, and he was also the person with the highest cultivation level here.
Everyone has already experienced the terror of Tianlong. Since he is willing to be the leader, others are naturally happy to see it happen.
In fact, it can be seen from here that Yuan Anchu acted fairly steadily. He did not lose his mind because of Tianlong's previous ridicule, and he was also very aware of how powerful and difficult the opponent was to match.
Therefore, leaving all the Guiling Realm monks on the scene and preparing to surround Tianlong and annihilate them is the strategy that can minimize casualties.
Similarly, Yuan Anchu also quickly appeared behind Tianlong, and at some point there was a bright purple sword in his hand, and he stabbed the opponent in the back of the head with one sword.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Tianlong also sneered, seeming to have easily avoided Lao Yuan's killing blow without even seeing any movement, and then moved out of thin air, hitting the opponent's empty chest with his shoulder.
"Um?"
After all, Old Man Yuan is also a powerful master in the Soul Returning Realm who has been practicing for many years. This unconventional move has already been taken into consideration by him. When he saw the purple sword on the crossbar, he wanted to stop it directly with his body and sword.
But how can the Tianlong with the power of the true spirit be resisted by the human body of Yuan Anchu?
Coming to an immersive scene with Fairy Qiu Shui, a majestic force came from his purple sword into his arms, and Old Yuan was blown away with a bang.
Although the fight seemed a bit nondescript, Yuan Anchu, who was spitting blood, made all the other monks watching the fight narrow their eyes in unison.
Similarly, Old Man Yuan took advantage of the situation and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth after flying away. He already knew how powerful the opponent was, so after being injured, he still showed no sign of anger. Instead, he pointed his purple sword with a calm expression, and at the same time whispered:
"Qingxu Suoyue!"
Qingxu Tianjian's swordsmanship Qingxu Suoyue!
I saw a series of moon-like feathers flying out from the tip of the purple sword, like a piece of crystal neon clothing, directly strangling the Tianlong. No matter how hard it struggled, it seemed as if the strength was being lifted by four or two pounds, which was extremely magical.
Even though Old Yuan's face is full of wrinkles, his back is not hunched at all, and his spacious purple clothes also make his figure not thin, and he has the majestic bearing of a nobleman in the palace.
In particular, Qingxutian's skills are authentic to Xuanmen. Yuan Anchu, who has been immersed in them for thousands of years, has mastered the true teachings. In addition, he is so elegant and elegant in purple robes, and his immortal spirit is still present.
"Is this the strength of the Soul Returning Realm?"
Bai Zhizheng looked up at the proud Yuan Anchu with burning eyes and murmured to himself.
If the Thousand Rainbows and Ten Thousand Blades he used against Tianlong before were just a millimeter of silk, then Yuan Anchu's Qingxu Suoyue was like a hundred feet of cloth!
No matter the momentum or power, the gap between Bai Ye and him is really like an earthworm and a big tree, they are far different!
Unconsciously, Bai Zhizheng's fists clenched tighter, and the purple aura around him seemed to be half as strong.
It was only then that monks like them in the Wind Control Realm and even the Soul Returning Realm realized that the so-called law suppression in the Thirty-three Realms was simply a scam!
Not only can high-level monks come in, they can also exert their full strength inside!
"I thought you, a senior, are so powerful, but you can't stop Yuan's move!"
Seeing that Tianlong struggled for a long time but could not get out of the trap, Yuan Anchu smiled contemptuously, with a touch of ridicule on his face.
But in exchange for these words, Tianlong turned around and replied expressionlessly:
"You immortals back then didn't dare to talk to me like this, you were ignorant."
As he spoke, a stern look flashed in Tianlong's eyes, and then the golden light around him surged, and the Yuehua Pilian surrounding him quickly disintegrated like ice at sunrise!
The most important thing is that this collapse is not a collapse, but a disintegration from the inside out. The Qiushui Fairy, who had already pulled Yao Meng away, said loudly:
"Elder Yuan, be careful, his spiritual power is weird!"
"Spiritual power? Humph, the ignorant are indeed fearless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tianlong also rose up against the wind. Taking up the body of Feixing, he exposed half of his gnarled muscles, primitive and wild, and said to Yuan Anchu:
"Let me show you what a huge difference is!"
After saying that, Tianlong raised his dragon claw, and then a faint golden light emerged from the heart of his claw.
There are no moves or names. Just like when he faced Bai Zhizheng, he simply concentrated and shot.
What a clumsy thing!
This made Yuan Anchu's pupils shrink to the size of a needle tip. Only then did he understand why Fairy Qiu Shui was defeated by one of his moves!
There is a fundamental difference between Tianlong's power and the spiritual power they use, like high and low, strong and weak. This rule restriction seems to have already declared their defeat.
"I can't stop it?!"
The more his eyes stared at the golden ball of light in the dragon's claw, the more shocked Yuan Anchu became.
The powerful cultivation level of Guiling Realm made him innately alert to many dangers. Even before Tianlong officially took action, Old Yuan had a premonition that if he didn't take some measures, he would definitely be defeated.
Of course, Tianlong's strength is no longer what it used to be. Not to mention the immortal he once was, he is now a tiger who cannot stand up to a pack of wolves.
After half a breath, Tianlong shot the golden light at Yuan Anchu very easily and freely, very fast, and arrived in front of Lao Yuan in a moment, and his pupils were infinitely dilated and scorching.
Unable to avoid it, Old Yuan finally remembered that the other party had injured the goddess Qiu Shui a few days ago.
"If he can achieve such a level of cultivation after taking away his body, how terrifying must he be during his lifetime?"
However, as a peerless expert who is about to enter the late stage of returning to the spirit realm, how can Yuan Anchu be a fool who just sits there and waits for death?
The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately took out two swords, one green and one white, from his dantian. Combined with the purple sword in his hand, the three swords came out at once, facing the golden light of Tianlong fearlessly!
"It's Elder Yuan's three-color dragon sword! Elder Yuan actually came up and used his full strength!"
The knowledgeable high-level monks on the ground exclaimed.
"When the three-color dragon sword sees the light of day, it will be hard to rest on the road to hell!"
Nowadays, the young monks may not know the origin of this sentence, but many of the people present are big bosses in the spirit-returning realm, and even many people in the wind-controlling realm have heard of it.
This shows how famous Yuan Anchu was back then when he wielded three swords at the same time!
"Jinque Three Dragon Swords!"
Lao Yuan's eyes widened angrily and he shouted loudly.
I saw the purple sword in the middle, Qingbai on the side, and the three swords bloomed together, turning into a beautiful palace!
The palace seemed to be surrounded by real dragons and soaring clouds, and the three colors of dragon light merged into one, forming a dragon-shaped golden light pillar that was as thick as a tree trunk for a hundred years!
The two collided, like a whale swallowing billions, and the golden light of Tianlong was drowned by Elder Yuan's in an instant.
"die!"
Yuan Anchu roared at the top of his lungs.
Most of the juniors on the ground, including Mr. Bai, are from second- and third-rate sects. Many sects have only one or no monks who have returned to the spirit realm.
Moreover, Tianwei City has already issued a treaty. Under normal circumstances, the returning monks are prohibited from taking action at will in Kyushu.
Therefore, the demeanor of the monks who can return to their souls in the small secret realm will not only become a topic they will talk about in the future, but will even affect their future Taoist aspirations and achievements.
Similarly, Master Bai was once again shocked by the power of the Guiling Realm monks.
He was still secretly thinking in his heart that Qingxu Tian's special skill Qingxu Suoyue was no different. However, after seeing Yuan Anchu's Golden Que Three Dragon Sword, his impression of the Gui Ling monk was completely overturned!
Yes, Elder Yuan, as a powerful man who is about to enter the late stage of the Soul Returning Realm, has already begun to have a glimpse of the artistic conception. This talent may not be comparable to that of Yi Qing or Wu Renfu.
But if you are enlightened, you are enlightened. No matter how many avenues you have, the wrong path will still be the wrong path. In the end, you will not reach the other shore and see the flowers bloom.
Even among the juniors present, except for Bai Zhizheng and a few others, they could not look directly at the palace with carved railings and jade made of the Three Dragon Swords of Jinque. It was like they could not see clearly the heavenly dragon in a ball of golden light. real body.
"That's no longer spiritual power, that's sword intention! It's artistic conception!"
Bai Zhizheng roared in his heart, which even made him have the urge to worship.
However, he didn't really want to kneel down to Yuan Anchu, nor did he want to become a disciple of Lao Yuan, who also wielded a sword, but out of sympathy and admiration for being a fellow swordsman.
