"Look over there!"
In the sixth level of Daolian Secret Realm, Daoliantian, someone exclaimed.
They discovered that everyone's originally harmonious atmosphere was suddenly filled with murderous intent.
The source of the murderous intention was the middle-aged man in gray robe who finally arrived.
The middle-aged man's cultivation was fully revealed, the fire of his soul was blazing, murderous intent was rising into the sky, and the powerful pressure shocked everyone.
Everyone felt the strong pressure and dispersed, constantly screaming in surprise.
"Oh my God, the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm!"
"This is not the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm. This has completely ignited the fire of the divine soul and is infinitely close to the Venerable Realm."
"Who is this person? With his cultivation level, he should not be at the sixth level, but should be at the seventh level."
"That is, what are you competing for with us at the peak of the Nascent Soul and the middle stage of the Divine Transformation Realm?"
"His murderous intent is locked on... Those are the two brothers of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuyang and Zhao Wuliang."
"It's over, these two brothers are dead."
"It is simply too easy for a strong man who has reached the level of half-step master to kill Zhao Wuhuang who is in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm and Zhao Wuliang who is in the early stage of the God Transformation Realm. Now that the Daolian Secret Realm is closed, the two brothers cannot fly!"
"What kind of hatred did they have? How could a strong man of this level come to kill them without any hesitation?"
"The sword is drawn, the sword is drawn!"
The middle-aged man in gray robe was full of murderous intent, and he pierced through with his sword. In just a moment, he was in front of Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang's right hand wrapped around the divine whip tightened his grip on the sword. He swept back and at the same time slapped Xuanyuan Jing with a palm, pushing him away.
"Who are you?" Zhao Wujiang's pupils were filled with purple mist, and his calm temperament was instantly infected with evil spirit.
"Haha, who is this old man? Hahaha..." The man in gray robe said angrily with a malicious look on his face:
"You killed my son Xiao Chen, who are you asking me?
I’m Xiao Yan! "
The abyss-like pressure rippled in all directions, with the two people at the center, and within dozens of feet, there was pressure that could easily tear the Nascent Soul Realm into pieces.
Many people onlookers stepped back one after another with solemn expressions, and many looked surprised. They did not expect that Zhao Wuxu could take the sword without falling behind.
It's a pity that defeat is only a matter of time. After all, Xiao Yan is already so powerful that he is about to reach the strength of the Venerable, and Zhao Wuyang cannot resist him no matter what.
"So it's you..." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently. He had no regrets at all for killing a practitioner like Xiao Chen who had harmed the people. Now that he learned that Xiao Yan came to take revenge, he was surprised and quickly became relieved. The clouds are light and the wind is light:
"You're welcome, this is what I should do."
He killed Xiao Chen, and it was only natural that Xiao Yan, as his father, came to take revenge.
In the face of revenge, it is only natural that he fight back with all his strength.
It is only natural that husband and wife work together to defeat the enemy.
Xuanyuan Jing waved his folding fan, and the golden light of the talisman turned into a big seal that covered the sky and hit Xiao Yan with a clang.
Xiao Yan was furious:
"Shuzi, I'm going to crush you to ashes!"
A small sword flew out of his sleeve, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a three-foot green blade. He opened the large seal of the talisman with one stroke of the sword. Then he exerted force on his palm, and the long sword clenched by Zhao Wujiang shattered with a sound, and turned into hundreds of sharp and razor-sharp blades. The pieces of the horse shot towards Zhao Wujiang.
In order to kill Zhao Wujiang, he did not hesitate to destroy his own venerable cultivation, just to step into the secret realm of Daolian. Now his beloved sword, he didn't even think about it, he just blew himself up, just to seriously injure Zhao Wujiang.
"Demon Sky." Zhao Wujiang murmured in his mouth, his eyes as clear as amethyst, he blew gently, the demon wind swallowed up all the fragments that were shot up, his clothes were fluttering, and his smile was evil:
"Old man, why don't you ask your son what he did?"
