At this time, there was no one in the vast green clouds that could stop Ke Xiaoliang.

Those golden elixirs, Nascent Soul and even monks in the God Transformation Stage dared not face Ke Xiaoliang's sharpness.

Dozens of magic weapons attacked Ke Xiaoliang, and the curse sound that hit the soul directly also came quietly.

Obviously, when Cuiyun Mountain's most highly praised sword technique cannot work, after Ke Xiaoliang's eyes were like a joke, these people finally remembered their old skills.

Ke Xiaoliang's transformation is certainly not powerful and unsolvable.

The one who has no solution is not transformation, but Ke Xiaoliang.

In the spiritual platform, the Yuanhun Treasure Talisman shines, suppressing the sea of ​​true qi, and fixing the three souls and seven spirits.

All the spells and magic weapons that came to Ke Xiaoliang's soul were blocked from the spiritual platform, and Ke Xiaoliang could not be shaken at all.

With the flow of unparalleled true energy, Ke Xiaoliang actually used his giant body to display his Vajra Martial Arts body.

A layer of golden light was coated all over his body, just like a god from heaven came to the world.

Many magic weapons hit Ke Xiaoliang, and they made a sound of weapons fighting.

Ke Xiaoliang raised the sword in his hand high, and the vast and pure sword intent was gathering.

Suddenly, the sword swung straight into the sky.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and what fell were surging raindrops like an angry tide.

Immediately afterwards, the surging raindrops turned into sword light and fell down halfway.

When it fell into people's eyes, it was like a meteor falling all over the sky.

This sword is beautiful, powerful, surging... and full of murderous intent.

Ke Xiaoliang's sword actually seemed to shake the galaxies all over the sky, falling toward Cuiyun Mountain, which had been broken into two places by a sword.

"The west wind blows the waves of old Dongting, and Xiaoxiang has a lot of white hair all night. After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the sky."

Ke Xiaoliang sang with his sword. It was obvious that nearly a hundred feet tall giant was holding the sword and pretending to be violent, but he used the aura of an immortal who was the sword open to the sky gate.

Ke Xiaoliang learned this sword from the Rain Sword of the Waves Flip Clouds.

This sword was originally a Tianshu. After many years of watching the water of Dongting in Langfengyun, it has been known as the sword of the Rain. Of course, in the world of Gaowu, this sword was set by Ke Xiaoliang, who set the tone, created a Waveyunyun, and guided many monks to supplement it. This was the truly amazing sword created.

Rounding it all over, saying it was original by Ke Xiaoliang... There is no fault.

The sword light fell like a galaxy and smashed into Cuiyun Mountain.

Those Cuiyun Mountain monks who were either sneak attacks or attacking Ke Xiaoliang head-on were covered in the mighty sword energy.

Ke Xiaoliang let out a breath.

Exhale into clouds, covering the sky. The sound is like thunder, shaking above the clouds, shaking people's minds and courage.

"There are six minutes left. The continuous use of ultimate moves is unexpected. But it's enough! It really doesn't work... I can still take drugs." Ke Xiaoliang looked down at the Cuiyun Mountain monks who were rushing to escape in the sword light like stars, lifting the sword in his hand for the third time.

"Enough!"

"Senior... What is the fault of Cuiyun Mountain? We have suffered such a great disaster? If we are fighting against Lian Yunzi, this is the family affairs of Cuiyun Mountain, and what does it have to do with you? You are so arrogant and unafraid that you are not afraid of me, Yin Feiyang, and Master Yin, after leaving the pass, will you seek reason?" A cultivator of Cuiyun Mountain at the Nascent Soul realm climbed up the cloud group and shouted to Ke Xiaoliang.

In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, he was as small as an ant.

"What's wrong? My Ten Demon Sect cultivator is doing things based on his preferences. Since Cuiyun Mountain is the right way, my Ten Demon Sect, as the Demon Sect, will it be the truth that I will kill the mountain gate and kill you Cuiyun Mountain cultivator?"

"You have just told me my identity, but now why do you come to me to ask the truth?" Ke Xiaoliang said to the monk.

The hilt of the sword in his hand shook and used his third sword move.

The fourteenth sword of the Deadly Thirteen Swords.

As soon as this sword came out, the world changed color, and murderous intent filled the hinterland of the entire Cuiyun Mountain.

All the monks of Cuiyun Mountain changed their faces.

Although the previous two swords were amazing, their lethality was not that strong.

But the mountain gate was chiseled, which damaged the face and ruined the luck.

However, although this sword is triggered but not fired, it has already shown bloody storm.

If this sword really falls, the entire Cuiyun Mountain will probably accumulate corpses all over the ground and blood will flow into a river.

The cultivator was sweating coldly, his face turned pale, and he shouted hurriedly: "Senior! Senior! Don't be impulsive... We just said casually. Senior's swordsman is brilliant and grand, vast and extraordinary, and his Dharma image is majestic like a pillar that holds the sky, and is righteous and bright. What is the atmosphere that the monks of the Demon Sect should have? It is our nonsense that ruins the interest of seniors."

"Senior, let's stop, we admit our mistake... we admit our mistake!"

Ke Xiaoliang snorted coldly: "What are you, and you deserve to admit your mistake to me?"

The monk turned his face quickly and said to the direction of Bihan Zhenren: "Bihan! Bihan's nephew, don't you quickly persuade the seniors. We are all fellow disciples... Even if some people harm your husband, they deserve to die. But there are so many disciples on Cuiyun Mountain, so innocent, why should they be buried with him?"

Bihan held half of Lian Yunzi's wreckage, with a shrill expression and cold eyes.

Hearing this, he sneered: "They are innocent, and the dead children on my Xiaotuan Peak are not innocent? My husband Lian Yunzi has never liked fighting all his life, so he only wants to study magic, to continue the magical methods of his predecessors and to fight for the ancient inheritance of Cuiyun Mountain. Is he innocent?"

After saying that, I won't give another glance.

Ke Xiaoliang pushed the tip of the sword, and the sword style was about to fall.

In fact, no matter whether Bihan Zhenren spoke or not, Ke Xiaoliang would not stop.

At this time, a dragon roar came from the deep mountains of Cuiyu Mountain.

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Yin Feiyang finally put down what was in his hands and broke through the barrier again.

Perhaps there was a monk from Cuiyun Mountain who turned to the plot point for him.

Or perhaps it was Yin Feiyang who chose to face the ten-day cooling period, thus missing the 100-day changes and development of the wasteland world.

Anyway, he took action!

In the roar of the dragon in the sea, a sword light that looked like a dragon rushed towards Ke Xiaoliang.

It directly blocked Ke Xiaoliang's sword force that had not yet completely fallen.

Two swords intersect in mid-air.

Tear the sky, smash everything, and lead to a large-scale explosion in a coherent manner.

An ugly scar was pulled out of the hinterland of Cuiyun Mountain.

It is like revealing the filth and ugliness that despise the fairy spirit.

"Fellow Taoist! I already know all this in my heart. Who should die, who should be punished, who should be expelled from the mountain gate, and abolish my cultivation... I have also had a sabbatical case. Please calm down and stop here?" Yin Feiyang flew out of the deep mountains with his sword box on his back. His eyes at Lian Yunzi were also full of regret and anger.

Ke Xiaoliang was just trying to find someone to weigh his current strength, but how could he retreat so easily?

But he said, "What if I don't give up?"

Yin Feiyang's eyes turned cold and his expression fiercely said, "Then let's try whether the sword in my Yin Feiyang's hand is empty or not. Let's compare and see whose sword it is... is more domineering and arrogant."
Chapter completed!