Over the Iron Sword Mountain in Shushan.

The dense silver threads flew out and tied up four ancient Qiangshan swords. The sword energy of the four ancient swords was dim and was swept into Jiang Yuxu's whisk.

Gu Xiaoyu only felt a strong wind blowing around her.

The figure of the Lord of the Hill has disappeared.

The blind man disappeared with Qianshou, and the hanging sword on his waist was rusted.

The figure of the woman with a black and white cloak collided by.

The sword light was unsheathed like a long sword.

Chop down.

On the top of the Iron Sword Mountain, the tense silver threads of the whisk in the sky broke into pieces in an instant.

Jiang Yuxu's expression changed, he narrowed his eyes, and his two big sleeves rose up like tornados on the ground, wrapping thousands of hands inside.

The Lord of Xiaoshan looked calm, and Qi rusty's sword was in her palm. In fact, she was not proficient in swordsmanship, but just used her own strength, and she was unparalleled and had nothing to stop.

The cloth strips in the sky were shattered and exploded.

Jiang Yuxu, who had been in the position of a great guest for a hundred years, stomped his feet slightly, and the stone of the hall on the top of the Iron Sword Mountain rose up with a dragon's ridge. However, when the dragon's head was raised to the sole of Qianshou Wenzhong's feet, it was stepped on by the owner of the Shushan Mountain.

The entire dormant dragon ridge was instantly trampled and exploded inch by rushing.

Smoke is everywhere.

A dead silence was shattered by a domineering and fierce "sword energy".

The Lord of Xiaoshan looked calm, and he pressed his palm against his junior brother's sword, gently shaking his palm.

Standing behind the hill master, about ten feet away, Qi Ru lowered his head and frowned, and a strong wind flashed by his cheeks. The stone wall was pierced by the sword nails that shot from him, and the sword head was rumbling.

Abandon the sword.

Use double fists instead.

The black and white cloak was shocked by the qi, and the ground was stirred up. The wisp of qi was still calm. Before it burst out, the temple surface that had been beaten to pieces had not suffered another trauma.

The gravel was everywhere, like boiling water, constantly bouncing.

Ning Yi slowly landed on the ground and stood beside his second senior brother. He first glanced at the iron sword that was sheathed and stoned. The power of the sword's palm shock seemed to be light. If it was hit on the front, even a great practitioner in the realm of fortune star would have his chest sunken and his whole body would be dispersed.

Ning Yi couldn't guess what step his senior sister had now... The Star Lord, who is closest to the Nirvana realm in the Sui Dynasty, has a physical cultivation body. Can these pair of fists as bright as jade, smash the flying swords of the great guest minister of the Goddess's residence?

In Jiang Yuxu's sleeves, there were a wisp of sword energy, two fingers were thick and thin, and the baby's forearm was wrapped in pure white breath, which was not real, but the surrounding space fluctuated and flowed like the scene in the scorching sun. It can be seen that the sword energy was sharp... One nine is a group, a total of nine groups, surrounding it, like a small sun without a brightness.

Nine wisps of sword energy hung above the head.

The two Star Lords, recognized as the strongest in the Sui Dynasty, are now standing opposite each other.

The two camps have subtle expressions.

Gu Ju, the little disciple who had just accepted by the Qiangshan Shenxianju, was a little nervous, clenched his fists and looked at the big real person with a swaying Taoist robe in front of him.

Beside Ning Yi, Gu Xiaoyu rubbed his cheeks. The battle was about to break out. For some reason, he couldn't feel the tension... Gu Xiaoyu raised her head and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ning... Can Senior Sister beat that ragged real person?"

Ning Yi smiled knowingly and didn't say anything.

"Uncle Ning...I always feel that something big is going to happen." Gu Xiaoyu pulled Ning Yi's sleeve and said with a worried look: "My intuition is very accurate...The Qiangshan may have prepared methods that we did not expect."

Gu Xiaoyu was slightly stunned.

A palm fell on his head.

Ning Yi's qi became slow and long, and he said lazily: "You think about it, even Qiangshan invites his ancestors for eight lifetimes... Shushan can withstand it."

Gu Xiaoyu's expression was a little strange.

Xiao Budian complained in his heart that if his ancestors of eight lifetimes were still alive, they would have lived for four or five hundred years... How could there be an old monster of this level in this world?

......

......

"Wen Zhong, if you and I fight today, what will happen?"

The nine wisps of sword energy behind Jiang Yuxu kept tearing the space apart, and the vortex was like the sun.

The Lord of the Hill just smiled indifferently.

"If I take all my strength, no matter whether you can hold on or not, the entire Shushan Gate will be razed to the ground." Jiang Dazhen's eyebrows were sharp and said, "If Qiangshan takes away Changqi today, I can think that nothing happened."

"Nothing happened?"

Qianshou smiled and said, "Can you think that the little marquis of Pingnan Marquis's house have been beaten as if it has not happened? Can you think that the little sword immortal Wang Yi and the Luluo Changsheng Sword Nian have not happened?"

Jiang Yuxu looked ugly and said coldly: "Wen Zhong, I think you are punishing the wine if you toast!"

Nine wisps of sword energy flew out instantly.

Black and white cloaks swung their sleeves to cover the world.

In front of Ning Yi, there was a black look, and sand and stones flew from the iron sword mountain.

Senior Sister Qianshou didn't talk nonsense, and was too lazy to set up another battlefield. She waved her sleeves and cages the Tiejian Mountain in half a mile.

There is a dimness between heaven and earth.

Nine harsh sounds of gold and iron colliding sounded one after another.

A dull cold snorted.

Senior Sister Qianshou's calm voice rang.

"Jiang Yuxu, what can I do to you?"

Waving his sleeves again, the sand and stones dissipated, and the black and white cloak slowly settled. The little hill master's jade hands rippled with layers of blue light, and there was no trace of collision.

On the other side, Jiang Yuxu's expression was pale and he took a step back slightly. Nine wisps of sword energy hanging above his head kept trembling. He had fought for a round before.

He never thought that the talent of the little mountain master of Shushan was so high.

In just a few decades, it has ranked among the absolute top three among the Star Lords.

Although the attack just now was just a preliminary test, the opponent's physical strength was far beyond his imagination. Looking at the fourth realm of the Great Sui Dynasty, no one among the Star Lords could match, and even enough to break through Lingshan.

In this battle, if both sides give full play to their trump cards, it is hard to say which one wins and who loses.

No wonder Qianshou’s confidence was so strong before.

Jiang Yuxu, who stood on the highest level of Xingjun, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world. He was a long-lived immortal who was tying his sword and looking down on him. If he burned his own Nirvana Dao Fire for an ancient sword, he would lose his big fortune because of a small mistake.

Jiang Yuxu let out a long breath and said, "Qianshou, you are very good... You are worthy of being the most amazing genius in Shushan in this century."

"Oh."

The owner of the hill wearing a black and white cloak said lightly: "I am not the most amazing genius in Shushan in this century."

Jiang Yuxu narrowed his eyes.

"If Junior Brother Xu Zang is alive, you are already a corpse at this moment." Wen Zhong laughed sarcastically: "Jiang Yuxu, how long have you been on the top floor of Xingjun? Are you afraid to break the realm before your fortune has reached, or are you worried that your cultivation level will not be enough and you will burn it into ashes?"

The face of Dazhenren was not angry, but smiled and said, "I don't know whether Xu Zang is a genius or a genius. People are dead, and everything is empty after death. I heard that his coffin was buried in Shushan. If you have the ability, you can shout him out and stab him with a sword. I will never hide."

Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes and silently clenched his fists.

"Jin Dazhenren Jiang wants to see Senior Brother Xu Zang so much?"

On the other side of the Tiejian Mountain, Ning Yi pressed the hilt of the Snow Sword with one hand, holding her anger in her stomach. Looking at the disrespectful guest of the God of Immortals, who was mostly disrespectful, she smiled and said without a smile: "Your life is coming soon, and this wish will not take long to complete."

"Ning Yi, you are right to slap your mouth!"

Jiang Yuxu claimed to be a "big real person". He has always been calm in the disciples in the Taoist temple of Shenxianju. He rarely had a turbulent state of mind. At this moment, his chest was bulging, his face was expressionless, and he slapped out with a slap.

Beside Ning Yi, a Ksitigarbha Dharma image appeared, and the thousand-handed screen was opened.

Jiang Yuxu once again fought against Qianshou Wen Zhong, and smoke and dust splashed everywhere. This time, both of them took a step back. It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand or who fell into the inferior.

"Wen Zhong, there is a mountain master like you in Shushan. You can indeed sit in the seat of the Holy Mountain. It is not Nirvana, but it is invincible in the Star Lord realm..." Jiang Yuxu took a deep breath and used his mind several times. The difficulty suppressed the disturbed mood of Ning Yi. He stared at the calm black and white cloak and said mutely: "Since that's the case, I won't say much nonsense."

"I must take this long-lasting person today."

Jiang Yuxu took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms, and a golden holy light tied to it. From the moment he took it out, the holy light broke like a thin rope, and a long roll of simplicity like a waterfall hanging down. It was a serpentant spring, and it contained a heart-pounding breath of a great way.

"You are in the realm of Star Lord, no matter how amazing you are, you will not be Nirvana after all." Jiang Yuxu's expressionless face was expressed. After saying this, he let go of the long silhouette. A roll of bamboo slips had gradually turned into a pocket-sized version of the exquisite waterfall. The mountains and rivers fell to the ground, and the soles of the big real person's feet turned into a pool of ink.

Jiang Yuxu bowed slightly, took a step back, and said softly: "Please show up to you, my ancestor."

In the mountains and waterfalls, a ray of divine thought first came out.

The ancestors of Qiangshan were just a faint sound, like the spring breeze passing through.

The voice of this ancestor is as mellow as a jar of old wine, and there is indeed a long-lasting atmosphere between the lines.

"I already know what happened..."

A wisp of divine thought from the ancestor swept out of the mountain waterfall. The sound inside the waterfall slowly said: "Ning Yi, you return the long energy to Qiangshan as compensation. I will give the yellow-shirted boy an ancient sword that is not inferior to the long energy. Do you think this is OK?"

Jiang Yuxu suddenly frowned.

Why is the voice of our ancestors so gentle?
To be continued...