Then he raised his head and said slowly, "I used to be a sinner of the Xu family. The reason why I am so sleepy is to atone for my sins..."

Then he looked down at Fang Quan.

His eyes were burning like burning flames. It was strange.

"Young man, your talent is very strong. Even in an era of cultivation civilization and gloriousness, you are likely to stand out from the crowd and stand firm."

He looked at Fang Quan in the eyes, without any hostility and even praised him.

Fang Quan declined to comment.

"I wonder if your and Xu's dissatisfaction can be discovered and will not embarrass the future."

"That old man!" This person won't let us leave. Why do you have to compromise?"

After hearing the words of Xu's ancestors, Xu Canghai's eyes were a little anxious and he said loudly.

He didn't understand why Xu's brother chose to compromise when facing Fang Quan.

However, Xu Jiahe and Fang Quan have reached an immortal state and cannot completely compromise.

In his opinion, compromise is death.

Fang Quan looked at Xu's ancestors and shook his head.

"Believe it or not, even if the Jindan people protect you, I can kill you!"

Fang Quan looked at Xu Canghai and said coldly.

The latter's body trembled, and the color of fear could not be hidden.

He was frightened by Fang Quan's front sword. Facing Fang Quan's threat, he didn't know what to do.

"It seems to me that my time is over, let me finish, and you will be reincarnated again."

Xu Jiazu said slowly that his tone was not emotional. He had been sleeping thousands of years ago. Time, emotions and even anything could make his emotions surge.

In fact, Fang Quan knew Xu Jiazu very well. He was immersed in practice all his life. Sometimes, in order to realize Tao, he sat on the rock for hundreds of years and thousands of years. Only he could feel dullness and pain.

The monk's life in a high state is almost infinite, but as he lives for a long time, many things are slowly forgotten in his heart. It is helpless to watch his relatives and friends who were once buried by time and time.

Practice is a long and endless path. When you look back on it, you will suddenly realize that everything around you is human, leaving only good or bad memories.

For a long time, the monks could do nothing.

"It's funny, let me kill your sword." Fang Quan's lips showed a cold smile. His face was like frost. When he came to this world, he was not afraid of his competitors during the Golden Pill period. On the contrary, his eyes were bloody, which was terrible.

Suddenly, he laughed in an unexplained low voice. The laughter became louder and louder, and the sense of killing became stronger and stronger, wanton and rampant.

When people who heard such laughter were trembling, they couldn't help but mutter to themselves: "Crazy."

Xu Jiazu was the first Jindan master he met when he came to the world. Now he urgently needs this kind of o

The opposite of him is a golden mid-term master.

Fang Quan dared not despise him at all. The masters of the Golden Elixir Period were terrible. Although the blood and energy of Xu Jiazu were declining at this time, he was also the peak master of the Golden Elixir Period. Now Fang Quan has not entered the Golden Elixir Period. The gap between them is very obvious.

collapse!

Old Xu Zu directly opened his hands and drew a splash of water from under the water.

The squirt of water, like a snake or a dragon, comes directly from the bottom of the lake and the sea. It breaks through the hard ice and blew the water like a giant dragon.

He stretched out his dry hand and held one end in his palm. Then the water condensed into ice, turning into a long whip, emitting cold blue light.

This long whip is his weapon.

Fang Quan gently picked the corner of his mouth, then a lamp flashed across his hand, and then took back the dragon-fin sword in his hand to his storage ring.

Then the spirit in his palm became thinner, just like Lao Xu's ancestors, sucking out a spray from the water, and condensed into a long sword, a sword that was shaped like a dragon.

Since you painted water into a sword, so did I.

Fang Quan is not afraid of his heart. He hopes to have a wonderful battle with the Golden Master.

This war made the blood in his body boil, and his spirit and spirit suddenly rose.

bombing-

Although Xu's ancestor withered like rotten wood, his momentum was very strong.

A momentum like a wind ball emerged from him and swept across the entire lake.

At this time, except for Fang Quan, all the people present were pale in front of Xu's ancestors. This was just the momentum that Xu's ancestors did not explode. If Xu's ancestors exploded in an instant, they could suppress all the people present.

The next moment, Xu's ancestors suddenly rose.

He did not go directly to Fangquan, but flew upright to Fangquan.

"After sleeping for so many years, my realm has also declined, which is far beyond the peak of the past."

He held the whip in his hand and said.

"But enough to kill you!"

He walked straight to Fangquan, and the atmosphere came to his nose.

Fang Quan was solemn and dignified, and the water sword in his hand kept flowing. The four waters in Fang Quan's hand now showed the same agility as creatures.

party-

After a loud bang, the two were in great horror.

Although the weapons of both hands are not metal, when they collide with each other, a crisp metal collision occurs.

At the moment of contact between the two, Fang Quan's soul appeared from Dantian Yunnan like a tide, and through the flow of meridians, it produced amazing explosive power.

Unexpectedly, neither of the weapons of both people were broken, because if you look closely, you can see that the weapons between the two have a constant flowing spirit. It is better to have a spiritual confrontation spirit than a confrontation between weapons.

Fang Quan was depressed.

Then the sword in his hand trembled, and the shadow of the dragon bird rose from above. The shadow was very illusory, but it had a charm, as if the dragon bird had risen to life after it soared for nine days.

"The interesting thing is that the sword you saw when I was young is indeed a very powerful weapon."

In Xu Jia's grandfather's eyes, he was a little surprised and said in a deep voice.

His eyes were constantly shattering, and many memories of that year appeared. Of course, these memories did not belong to this era. He was just looking at things and thinking about people.

Immediately afterwards, the last wave in Xu's ancestors' eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of cold and ruthlessness.

After surviving for so many years, his last persistence disappeared. Now he is just a zombie. His heart is rotten.

Slam-

Xu's ancestors directly released a hand. His palm was dry like an eagle claw. It had black spirituality on it. His palm shot directly at Fang Quan's heart.

Seeing this, Fang Quan snorted coldly, then stretched out a hand to intertwined with the dry hands of the Xu ancestors. In an instant, the palms of both hands released a strong aura. The powerful force directly shattered the ice layer hundreds of meters in circle.

Soon, Xu's ancestor stopped and pointed a finger in the air.

At the moment when his fingers protruded, time seemed to be still. The endless soul was attracted from the sky and the earth and was forcibly dragged to Xu Jiazu's fingers. At first, the spirit was as thin as fog. Then, gradually, the spirit became stronger and stronger, and finally, on him. The spirit above the fingers gradually turned into black finger shapes, flowing with black spirits. The terrifying aura was brewing on his almost dry fingertips, as if it was palpitations.

He used his strength to condense a finger.

It's just a cut finger.

"Walk-"

Xu Jiazu's lips drone then whispered.

So
Chapter completed!