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The sky thunder and earth fire, in a flash, has turned the nearby Lanming Pavilion into a red light, not to mention the houses, that is, the stones on the ground have all melted, and the red magma is constantly rolling and flowing everywhere.

The sky thunder and earth fire used this time is not the same as usual. The sky thunder absorbs the spirit power of the sky thunder, and it is more pure. Although the ground fire is also called the ground fire, it is already the sun's fire, which is hotter than before.

All of a sudden, tianmumen disciples did not know how many people died in their sleep.

The hot magma rolled by, tianmumen in addition to two places, all in an instant into nothing.

One is near Shenmu, which is covered by a blue light. The other is near the room where the master of Tianmu gate is. Suddenly, blue light bursts out, covering the whole room.

Over the house, I don't know when there are two more people. Their faces are full of fear and anger. They are looking at Zhang Xiaojian who is not far away.

The sound of thunder gradually disappeared, the clouds dispersed, and the ground fire was extinguished, leaving only the magma flowing slowly.

Zhang Xiaojian took a look at the unrecognizable tianmumen below, and gave out a sneer. The corner of her mouth appeared an arc.

"Who is Dongfang Boxian?" Zhang Xiaojian's voice is not big, but with cold killing intention.

One of the most intolerable things in his life was that his relatives were threatened, which made him feel worse than killing him.

This cold language made the short fat man around Dongfang Boxian look pale.

It seems that people's momentum is absolutely not under his master. In the face of such a strong enemy, he first considers what to do next.

The short fat man's eyes slipped twice, the corners of his mouth moved, and a sly look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It's just that the look goes away in a flash, and it disappears completely in the next second.

"Who are you who dare to destroy tianmumen? Aren't you afraid to die?" Dongfang Boxian, the leader of Tianmu gate, was back to normal at this time. On his head, a long blue sword was suspended, emitting a cold light.

"You've been dead for a long time." Zhang Xiaojian didn't say much about it. Twenty four Zhenyuan swords suddenly appeared on his head. The thunder arc and purple light twined on them. The next second, they had turned into swords all over the sky, directly like the Oriental Boxian.

Dongfang Boxian snorted coldly and shook his hand. The blue sword on his head suddenly hummed. It was like Zhenyuan sword. It changed rapidly, from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight. In an instant, it formed a blue light all over the sky. It was interwoven with the 24 Zhenyuan swords. The sound of impact was constantly heard, making a loud noise and changing color in an instant.

Zhang Xiaojian thought that her Zhenyuan sword could be killed with one strike, but she didn't expect that the opponent's long sword was so powerful and powerful that it was even with Zhenyuan sword.

In the next second, Zhang Xiaojian sneered. The spirit power in her body suddenly erupted, the thunder arc flickered, and the purple flame rolled continuously, pushing back the blue sword which was originally equal.

At that moment, Dongfang Boxian's face suddenly became ugly. He kept waving his hands in the air. The next second, a blue light was flying towards the divine wood.

See this kind of situation, Zhang Xiaojian Leng for a moment, then already understood 89 points.

Dongfang Boxian's spiritual power should be insufficient. He is ready to absorb the power of divine wood to fight against him. How can this be done.

Looking at the blue light flying out, Zhang Xiaojian's expression suddenly turns cold. The next second, the thousand soul umbrella has already flown into the air, and the umbrella surface drips around. The boundless black fog has rolled out, and all of a sudden, the blue light is trapped in it.

Inside the black fog, there is a black light flashing, like a dragon, has been wrapped around each other's blue light.

Half a minute later, Dongfang Boxian's face became very ugly, and the blue light on his body was gradually disappearing. The powerful blue sword kept buzzing, like bursts of howling.

"Short fat man, what the hell are you looking at? Can't you wait for me to die? This boy may have killed the evil spirits of yin and Yang. He's very harmful. Come here to help." Dongfang Boxian seems to have been unable to hold on. He cursed and asked the short fat man around him to help.

Zhang Xiaojian eyes a cold, is ready to take out the soul of the thunder, heard a voice into the ear.

"Brother, don't do it. I'll help you kill this old immortal." The voice was actually made by a short fat man, with a flattering meaning.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, others fighting, he was naturally willing to see.

"But I have a condition that you do not kill me." The other side added another sentence.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded solemnly, indicating that there was no problem.

At this time, the blue light in front of Dongfang Boxian's body was not much left and was in danger.

The spiritual power in his body has gone through a crazy consumption, and there is only a few left. Now it is too late to turn around and want to run.At this time, a blue light flashed in the hand of the short fat man, and a long sword appeared. It was not much different from the long sword of Dongfang Boxian. However, at a glance, his cultivation was still shallow, and the light was not as dazzling as his.

Dongfang Boxian's face showed a color of joy, because as long as the two swords were combined into one, the divine wood would naturally send out spiritual power to supplement their consumption.

However, at the moment when Oriental Boxian showed his satisfaction, the blue sword flashed away and passed through his chest, leaving a hole.

In an instant, the blood gushed. Before he died, Dongfang Boxian looked down at his body and looked at the short fat man. He looked gloomy. His lips moved and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it. Helplessly watching his body in the air into a cloud of dust, and then drift with the wind.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and received the spiritual power. Only 24 Zhenyuan swords were still suspended in the air.

"Hero, it's all over. Do you see if I can help you?" Asked the short fat man.

Zhang Xiaojian smile, human and animal harmless, quite sincere.

"Thank you. In the future, tianmumen will be yours. I have another thing to help you with. This time I came to find ice-cream grass at midnight. It is said that it is the treasure of tianmumen. I wonder if you can help me." Zhang Xiaojian asked with a smile.

"It's OK, but I don't know much about it. I just know that it's in the sacred wood. However, it's the headmaster who comes in and out of Shenmu. I'm not allowed to go in at all." Said the short fat man.

With the fall of the voice, the short fat man felt a cold sense of killing all over his body.