Chapter 763

Just now, Zixuan's heart fluctuated violently when she heard that the comer was related to leader Qingwei, but her eyes were full of disappointment when she heard that it was not Xu Changqing.

"Saint Gu, I have my own discretion in my affairs."

"Just be modest. He doesn't seem to mean to leave. It seems to be purposeful. Stay here and I'll go out and have a look."

Glancing at the absent-minded Zixuan, the saint shook her head reluctantly, stood up and walked slowly outside the bamboo building.

At this time, standing over Lingxi Valley, mu Qingxiao looked at the boundary under his feet and fell into meditation. Did he directly break open or open the space door to pass through?

While he was meditating, a figure came out of the interior of the border.

Raised his head, mu Qingxiao narrowed his eyes.

The visitor is a woman with beautiful appearance and snow-white hair. What he cares about is not the latter's appearance, but her unfathomable breath.

This woman doesn't have the absolute sense of oppression of the strong immortal. It seems that she is a monk during the period of robbery.

The latter gave him an unusual feeling. It was not Zixuan. There were only Nuwa's descendants and the saint who protected her in Lingxi Valley, so his identity was unclear.

When mu Qingxiao looked at the saint, the saint was also looking at him. They stood in the air and stood opposite each other. No one was the first to speak.

"This is the place where there is a Lord. I'm afraid it's impolite for you to come here without saying hello?"

For a long time, the saint was finally impatient and said slowly.

Mu Qingxiao glanced at her and said, "the person I'm looking for is not you. Can you make way?"

"Hum, just a Mahayana friar, his tone is not small!"

The saint Gu's face became a little angry. Obviously, she had guessed that mu Qingxiao came for Zixuan.

Her duty is to protect Zixuan. Without permission, nature can't let him into Lingxi Valley, let alone mu Qingxiao is so rampant, let alone let him in.

Mu Qingxiao was not a patient man and said, "it seems that you are not going to get out of the way?"

"I'd like to know who gave you the courage to be so arrogant in front of me, just a Mahayana monk. Is it Shushan?"

Mu Qingxiao was slightly stunned. The latter was not stupid. He actually knew to carry him out of Shushan to press him.

"I'm really from Shushan, but you really made a mistake when you took old man Qingwei to pressure me. You'll know who gave me the courage."

As soon as the words fell, mu Qingxiao's aura rolled in his body, and the terrible pressure centered on him swept out all around.

Feeling the terrible pressure swept by mu Qingxiao, the saint's eyes flashed a touch of surprise. This pressure is no less than that of an ordinary monk during the robbery. He has some skills.

Standing in the sky, mu Qingxiao exhaled a breath and said, "give you a chance to make way."

"If you want to enter Lingxi Valley, it depends on whether you have the ability. I haven't been reduced to the point of bowing my head to a mere Mahayana friar. Fight if you want."

As soon as the words fell, mu Qingxiao shook his right hand, the surrounding aura gathered, and finally condensed a three foot illusory long sword.

Mu Qingxiao raised his head and looked at the woman opposite. Since it was useless to say more, he had to do it. With a wave of the long sword, the sound of the sword rang through the sky. The space was distorted when the blade passed by.

Although the saint looked at mu Qingxiao's figure calmly, she was cautious in her heart.

Although her realm is high, she does not have an advantage in combat. She is better at killing silently.

When the terrible sword came, the saint finally moved. With a wave of her long sleeve, a breeze swept out of her sleeve and immediately took a thick palm to Mu Qingxiao.

For a moment, the wind and cloud turned pale

Mu Qingxiao is very sensitive to anything in nature. Just now the saint waved the long sleeved breeze, but there were some other things mixed in it.

While Xu Hua's long sword collided with the saint's palm, he also mobilized his aura to guard against it all the time.

"Keng Keng..."

The tip of the sword collided with the palm of his hand. Mu Qingxiao instantly felt that there was a terrible force sweeping through it. Immediately, the terrible powerful storm swept out around with two people as the center.

After retreating a few steps, mu Qingxiao looked down at the long sword in his hand. The long sword condensed by aura has broken into several pieces. Dujie is worthy of Dujie.

The blow just now made mu Qingxiao's heart heavy. The latter may be a strong man who has more than six robbers. It's more difficult to deal with. The most important thing is

"Are you poison Xiu?"

Hearing the speech, the holy aunt's eyes were full of surprise and said, "boy, how about poison cultivation? Do you know that there is no supreme law for cultivating evil sects, and Demons and voodoo can rejuvenate. For your sake of being a disciple of Shushan, leave here?"

"It's not prejudice, but some accidents. Poison is one of the three thousand roads. My wife is also a poison practitioner."

After saying that, the soul sword was already suspended in front of him. Mu Qingxiao said, "besides, I'm not a Shu mountain disciple. If you can take this move for your sake, I'll spare your life."

"Around me?"

The holy nun was really angry and laughed. The young man in front of him was arrogant and didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. He was just testing. Did he really think he couldn't kill him?

Regardless of the latter, mu Qingxiao's hands formed a sword seal, and the soul sword sounded softly. A terrible sword threat suddenly appeared.

As soon as the saint's pupil shrinks, she loses her voice in horror and says, "immortal Dharma!"

Only by surpassing the top cultivation method can she be qualified to be called immortal method. The moves displayed by the young people in front of her frighten her, a monk who has been robbed nine times.

At the same time, the saint aunt was full of disbelief that a monk at the top of Mahayana nine could show immortal Dharma, which made her feel like a dream.

"You madman, stop. If you go on like this, you will also die because of the depletion of aura. Do you want to die with me?"

The saint Gu gnashed her teeth and roared. It was hard to imagine her calm appearance. Although she died together, they were not the only ones who died. There was also a Zixuan in Lingxi valley.

Before this move came out, terror and pressure had come. She was a monk who robbed the nine peaks. She knew very well that the barrier could not stop the attack.

Because even she herself has been locked by the sword intention. This feeling is like being against the strong in the fairyland. There is no place to hide.

Looking at her anxious appearance, mu Qingxiao looked as usual. Under the yin-yang jade in her body, the yin-yang aura rolled up rapidly.

The soul sword sounds softly, and the tip of the sword points to the saint. It carries mu Qingxiao's strongest blow.

Almost one fifth of the yin-yang aura in the yin-yang lake was extracted. The aura rolled endlessly, and the supreme sword idea penetrated into the soul sword.

"As I said, if you can take this move, I'll spare your life. This sword formula is called" resisting the sword and subduing the devil "!"

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