Chapter 263: Invincible!

Style: Fantasy Author: ten walksWords: 2095Update Time: 24/01/12 04:24:39
"who is it?"

At the foot of Yunkong Mountain, someone whispered that people with real status would not take the road at the foot of the mountain. The moiré stone road has been excavated for so many years, but it has not been walked many times. People like them are not as good as the ones above, but they are more than the ones below. Their status is the most embarrassing, even if they go To get to Yunkongque, you can only wind up the mountain road on the side.

Because of this, they are the most sensitive to the news circulating on the island. Although they are not sure what happened at the moment, there are several times more eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain than before, as well as on the cloud pattern mountain road. I don’t know when the road has already Standing there quietly, with a heroic and majestic figure, you can know that something happened, and it is related to the young man slowly coming in front of him.

"I heard that a holy son from the Black Feather Division suffered a big loss at Tiandu..."

"Holy Son? Who is he?"

"Black Feather Wind."

"It's him……"

Some people transmit messages to each other, trying to trace the past and piece together the scene that is closest to reality. At the same time, they tense up and stay vigilant. The forces on Yunkong Island are complex. Even at the foot of Yunkong Mountain, there are often people stained with blood over the years. Many fierce battles broke out.

Not only these people, but also many people from the eight tribes stationed in front of Yunkong Mountain were all surprised and confused at this time. Where did this young master come from? He actually alerted the big shots of the eight tribes and made a special trip to wait on the moiré stone road.

Everyone could feel the murderous aura filling the air.

Yunkong Mountain is majestic and vicissitudes of life. Even the cloud-patterned mountain roads that were opened later have left the marks of time. The old pines on the cliffs are curling up, and the strange flowers are smelling fragrant. In the spiritual mist, there are even old medicines growing, but no one dares to pick them. , every plant and tree on Yunkong Mountain belongs to the eight major tribes.

Yuntian Gong looked at the young man walking slowly on the stone road in the distance. He was a young man who looked extremely restrained and unremarkable. If there was anything special about him, it was that he was too calm and indifferent. Over the years, Yuntian Gong has seen many young heroes who can become saints at this age, and there are also a few who are not proud of themselves and are looking down on all directions.

"Stop."

A majestic and deep voice sounded on the cloud-patterned mountain road, just like a general opening the ancient gate to heaven. Looking down at the world, everyone at the foot of the mountain felt shocked. They couldn't help but tense up and show awe. , the only ones who can use the five-star riding horse as a mount are the extraordinary and holy men.

The eight garrisoned tribesmen raised their swords at the same time and pointed forward.

"Stop!"

Dozens of people shouted together, and their murderous aura suddenly gathered to the extreme. On the stone road in front of the foot of the mountain, a strong wind suddenly set off, rolling up sand and gravel, whizzing towards the young figure in white robes in front of them.

The scattered eyes of the various tribes were fixed, and they were a little frightened. Among the eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain, the ones with the lowest cultivation level had all entered the third realm of cultivation. Dozens of people were full of vitality, like a landslide and a tsunami. Even if it was an unusually large If you can, avoid its edge if you are afraid.

They looked at the young man walking from afar. Yunkong Mountain could not be humiliated. This might be a rare young strong man, but Yunkong Mountain was as strong as the clouds. The eight major clans had such profound foundations that they could control the world sea and barter. Such a The accumulation over the years has long gone beyond the scope of the average strongest division.

Buzz!

However, the next moment, the howling wind and sand seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier. They all stopped ten feet in front of the white-robed figure. As his footsteps rose and fell, the wind stopped, When the stone fell, the energy of dozens of people from the eight tribes was empty, and they were completely powerless. This made a group of people from the eight tribes feel like they were punched into the air, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

On the cloud pattern mountain road, Yun Tiangong, who was sitting on the back of the flying horse, raised his eyes slightly. This kind of grasp of the situation is more subtle than that of some older great saints. No wonder he can force back the Black Feather family. A guest minister with a small degree of success in the Saint Realm, even he couldn't see through his true cultivation. Although there are many breath-containing methods in this world, in front of Yunkong Mountain, someone can still have such a posture and magnanimity. Looking at the entire world sea, I'm afraid there are very few.

"You are strong, but that is no reason to ignore me, Yun Kongshan."

Yun Tiangong opened his mouth and said, he was dressed in silver-white armor, and each armor leaf was like a sword, but the brilliance was not obvious, simple and vicissitudes of life, setting off the heroic and majestic figure, without opening his mouth, it gave people a strong sense of oppression. Feeling, and as he opened his mouth, some people from the eight tribes were surprised. The man on the Yunwen Mountain Road was guarding Yunkong Mountain and came from one of the eight tribes, the Heavenly God Saint of the Yun family.

The Saint of Heavenly Powers once fought outside the Dragon Gate of the Realm Pass. His hands were stained with the holy blood of more than one alien race. He was a Saint of Hundreds of Wars. He was very powerful. He reached his peak state twenty years ago. Some big figures from the eight tribes once asserted that for a hundred years, In the next year, he is expected to transcend and stand at the top of the holy realm.

It was such a supreme saint who actually thought so highly of that strange young man. This shocked the people of the eight tribes stationed there, and they also had a vague premonition that perhaps today's dispute would not end so quickly.

"You can't stop me."

Su Qi young shook his head with a smile. There was no emotion in his extremely calm tone, but his invincible aura fiercely washed away the minds of everyone at the foot of the mountain. Who is this person, who dares to fight with an extremely holy person? Those who speak like this are too arrogant and arrogant.

Even Yun Tian Gong's shiny black hair was slightly agitated, splashing out sonorous sparks, like swords colliding with each other, blooming with endless edge.

"For many years, no one has dared to look down on me like this. You are the first. I hope you are strong enough. Otherwise, even if you come from the four great human and dragon families, you will still be suppressed under Yunkong Mountain for a hundred years."

Yun Tiangong's tone was low, and he held a black halberd in his hand, like an ink dragon being held in the palm of his hand. The cold halberd blade splashed with cold light, and the air was like cracked silk, with pale cracks appearing one after another in front of the halberd blade.

He has the confidence to guess a person's multiple identities, but even the Renlong family has an appointment with Yunkong Island, and there is no room for anyone to be presumptuous under Yunkong Mountain.

"Walking through the realms and seeing all the holy dharma is also a kind of accumulation. Go ahead and do your best to bloom brilliantly. You only have one chance." Su Qinian looked at the cloud pattern mountain road and nodded slightly.

boom!

What responded to him was the black halberd. When it was enlarged, it looked like a black dragon, crushing the void. The continuous and cold force of the halberd, accompanied by the terrifying and boundless sacred energy, spurted out. , surged in an instant.

Even Yun Tiangong, who has been in the state of mind for hundreds of years, felt a sense of offense and was really angry. This was not a dispute with his Yun family, but as the guard of Yunkong Mountain for hundreds of years, he encountered a strange and hostile person. It is impossible for a sacred master to let him go up the mountain and enter Yunkong Que.

On the stone path in front of the mountain, Su Qinian's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the black halberd blade falling down. The surging aura of law was very rare. It was like the path of water, endless, and had the chill of a different kind of mysterious ice path. , there is also a pervasive coldness that destroys bones and erodes souls.

The way of weak water!