Chapter 1024： a sword falling four gods

After the old Confucian sword with a rusted sword broke through the sky and slowly entered it, his voice was as loud as a thunder, and it drifted to the far-off land in all directions, as if it was a thrilling spring thunder, trying to wake up. The existence of some sleeping in the four states of the four states...

Hearing what he said as "self-family", the two little fairy kings have long been full of anger, and they are bothered and grievous. Naturally, they know that whether they are the ancestors of the ruling palace or the old Confucian scholars, They are excluded from them, but they are also born in Tianyuan, rooted here, but they chose to stand in the camp of the Protoss, and introduced them to Tianyuan...

In this sentence, this attitude naturally excludes them completely from Tianyuan.

They have already made up their minds and have their own reasons, but they still feel ashamed when they face this sentence!

"Whatever you are not own, if that is the case, then you will die here together!"

The Protoss had no such thoughts. After seeing the old Confucian swords and breaking the shackles, they had already listed him as the number one enemy. Then, when his eyes were swept away and seemed to be slightly distracting, there were already Master, and chose to shoot!

"Booming"

At least four gods of horror descended from the sky, containing unspeakable horrible divine power, intertwined with the old Confucian students.

The masters of these four gods of light, there are horrible forces that do not lose to the realm of Yuan Laoshen, at least this blow is a realm that must be carefully dealt with even the robbery, far beyond the Tianyuan repairs. The strength of the Yuan Ying realm can resist, and the four people simultaneously shot, the power intertwined, but this makes the Shenwei more and more skyrocketing, it is estimated that Yuan Laoshen, such a realm of people, must evade their embarrassment!

And the old Confucian scholars seem to be careless, full of heart, and all the hearts and minds are on others, but in the face of these four intertwined gods, they do not care, until the light of God almost fell to the top of the head. He only looked up at the four creatures and looked at the past, caressing Jianfeng and whispering a smile: "Oh, the enemy of the ancient fairy, the **** outside the domain? It is just right, wash my sword and rust!"

Since the four protoss creatures shot, to the top of his head, the gods are actually between the fingers.

In his opinion, that time seems to be quite full, as if it has been stretched many times.

From the tolerance of the body, and then gently play a sword front, a rusted sword, but it sounded a pleasing dragon.

Also in this day, he has a sword!

The sword is like a streamer, and there are not many dazzling brilliances. It is just a quick imagination.

His sword, after the first arrival, had been spent for nine days before the four protoss had reacted.

The swordsman was in the direction of nothing, and even the four gods who had fallen down from the protoss were crushed by his sword, and then rolled back to the sky without any stagnation. The four protoss The creatures are screaming and screaming, but they have already been chased by this sword light, and the hind limbs are broken. It is not just separated by this sword light, even the flesh is covered by this sword light. The terror power contained in it is broken and annihilated. In the eyes of outsiders, Jianguang is just passing by. They have successfully retreated to a few hundred feet away. However, when they just stopped, they showed their panic. The meaning, and then the flesh suddenly collapsed!

Oh la la...

Blood sprinkled with meat, like a **** rain, landed on the land of Tianyuan Earth!

"This……"

The heavens were all shaking, and the eyes of the two young fairy kings were already straight, and the faces were horrified. Both hands were shaking.

"How could Tianyuan still have such masters?"

"Is this the saint who stayed in Tianyuan?"

"No, it is a saint. I am afraid that there will be no such horror..."

The two men talked almost unconsciously, and then made a decision at the same time, turned and fled!

There is hardly any meaning of the shot. He turned and fled. The monk who fought in the realm of the robbery fled like a rabbit at this time.

Others, protoss or Tianyuan practitioners, etc., are all stunned. For a long time, no one has opened their mouths. Everyone is just staring at the old Confucian scholar, who has long been in the momentum of the old Confucian scholars. In the ability of the sword to break the sky, they all thought that this old Confucian might be a high-ranking person. However, in any case, he did not think how terrible this high-ranking man was. If the strength of the old Confucian students is only More than a robbery, even worse than a robbery, everyone will be admired, but at this time...

fear!

Almost like the Protoss, they feel only fear!

It is too strong, it is a kind of power that is almost beyond the scope of the common generation!

"Older generation, you... you are..."

At this time, the first one of the broken arm of the swaying palace, Xiangu, first responded, and slammed forward, gently showing the ceremony, her origin and status were there, and her courage was always bigger than others, knowing this. When you rely on your feelings, you need to thank you.

In the face of the broken arm Xiangu who came forward to give gifts, the old Confucian student suddenly laughed. He took the rust sword back into his sleeve and slowly turned around. His eyes were also looking at her. After a long time, Only a low smile, said: "Others call me a predecessor is also down, the master of the curtain, you call me my predecessors can be broken me, seven hundred years have not seen, you really can not recognize me? ?"

"Secretary sister?"

Broken arm Xiangu suddenly stunned, and looked at the old Confucian students, all shocked.

Such a drooping old man called himself a "sister", which made her feel very difficult to accept, but quickly responded to it. The people who practiced because of the gap between cultivation and strength usually have their own appearance. For example, I seem to be only 30 years old, but in fact, Shouyuan is more than nine hundred. Many Jindan old repairs seem to be running out of light, and they are not as old as they are...

It’s just this old repair, it shouldn’t be...

Her eyes became more and more confusing, apparently still not recognized, but the old Confucian students did not explain much, a faint smile, then turned back to the middle of the battlefield, in front of him, is a group, a few tens of thousands The protoss are born, but behind this team of protoss, but they are being besieged by the three celestial kings, the oil is dry, the mana is exhausted, the old gods are about to fall, the old Confucian eyes are very firm, step by step forward Going over, like Xu Jiji, a person is like an army...

boom! boom! boom!

Because of his proximity, the army of the protoss began to rush back like a tidal wave, but after all, the number was so great that it was difficult to stop when it rushed over, but it was too much because of the amount It was slow, and it was quickly caught up by the old Confucian scholars. The old Confucian scholar who had caught up with him did not say anything extra. The rusted sword caged in the sleeves was pulled out again, and then the sword fell. He directly fell into the Protoss creatures and looked down from the sky. He himself looked like a sword and cut directly into the Legion of the Protoss. A blood line quickly penetrated directly to the other side of the army. !

A sword annihilates the masters of the four protoss creatures, not counting, at this time he actually wants to kill an army directly!

This arrogance, this fierce, finally reminded the people of the Four Immortals of Fuyang Palace to think of one person!

"It's him... it's him..."

Her eyes were scared and almost unbelievable: "How is he still alive?"

"He... how old is this?"

The army of tens of thousands of Protoss creatures is like a paper paste in front of the old Confucian scholars, and this looks like a gentle and charitable old man, at this time as straight as the demon god, killing people like numbness, **** seas, speed does not seem to have After slowing down, it was so straightforward to kill the entire army, and later to the rear of the army, it was also the place where Yuan Laoxian was besieged. At this time, the three little fairy kings who besieged Yuan Laoxian were early. I just escaped, and I didn’t even dare to stay for a moment, and added the last one to Yuan Laoxian!

Yuan Laoxian was sitting down on the ground at this time. If the air was flowing, he would lift his head hard when he heard someone coming.

The dim eyes were blurred when I saw people, and I couldn’t recognize who this person was.

It’s just a faint familiarity that makes him feel a bit confused.

"This... this old friend, I don't know..."

Yuan Lao’s fairy-skinned opening seemed to want to say hello, but the words were weak.

"I am not your old friend, I am your great-grandson!"

Old Confucianism came to his front, did not go to help, just bowed his head and smiled softly.

"Xuan Sun?"

Yuan Laoxian’s eyes widened and looked at the old Confucian scholar. The old man in front of him was naturally strange, but the more he saw it, the more he felt that there was a familiar feeling, and the facial features were finally slow. Slowly mixed with a shadow in his memory, which made his heart suddenly tremble, realized what was happening, and the body that had been exhausted began to get angry. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the old Confucian student. The robes, exhausted all the strength, shouted: "You... Where have you been?"

"I have been in Tianyuan, never left!"

The old Confucian replied gently, did not kneel down, and did not break away from the pull of Yuan Laoxian.

"How do you... how to live..."

Yuan Laoxian said with a gasp, but halfway through it, he had already coughed up sharply.

"I have already stayed in the family, and how did I survive?"

The old Confucian knows what he wants to ask, and his expression is very calm. "Because I have left a source of my own, and I have a pure source of my own, these centuries have been lingering, though not Dead, but not really alive!"

"Then you... why don't you go back... go home?"

The last strength of Yuan Laoshen is tied to this person, and every problem is extremely difficult.

"Because I have been... I hate you!"

The old Confucian students hesitated for a moment, but they still said it, but there seemed to be some helplessness in the voice, but more of it was a relief. He smiled and said: "Seven hundred years ago, I was in the most critical part of my own practice. At that time, being robbed is like purgatory, but if you cross it, you will have to be born again, such as the flaming of the phoenix, but at this time, suddenly it was broken into the source of others!"

His smile is also full of bitterness: "The phoenix that is Nirvana is suddenly saved. What does it feel like?"

Yuan Laoxian was stunned, and the beard was shaking, and he could not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he was full of painstaking questions: "Then you...what now...what is it?"

The old Confucian smiled softly and said: "The things of the family are small things, aren't they?" (To be continued.)