Chapter 2707

Thinking about it, Feng Xiaofeng took a step forward!

This step was taken, and it fell directly on the range of the dry mountain. Immediately, a terrifying power of the years was attacking!

Seniors are my beliefs. If there are no seniors, I can only do nothing in my life. Now, if I die, why not!

Feng Xiaofeng closed his eyes, he even felt that his vitality was rapidly draining.

"it is good!"

A good word came from the depths of the dry mountain, and the next moment, an illusory shadow suddenly rushed out of it!

Inside the dry mountain, it was shrouded in gray mist.

This gray mist is the power of the years condensed by the ancient Qi.

As soon as the illusory shadow appeared, the boundless gray mist within the range of the dry mountain quickly retreated to both sides, and if it was a giant sword, it would cut a road in the sea.

The illusory shadow roared and floated ten feet in front of Feng Xiaofeng!

Immediately, a white filament flew out of it and directly surrounded Feng Xiaofeng.

"The silk of this artistic conception can keep your body and soul immortal for seven days. When you realize this meaning, you can overcome the silence of the dry mountain!"

Chu Yan's voice came out again.

Feng Xiaofeng took a look and saw that the sense of loss of vitality just now disappeared under the white filaments.

Standing within the range of the dry mountain, he is not affected...

This filament is the sword intent!

"Senior's good fortune, the junior is a reward in this life, dare to ask the senior's name and name!"

At this moment, the frenzy in Feng Xiaofeng's eyes has reached its extreme.

In fact, he has the heart to be a teacher, but he knows that he is different from his predecessors, and his aptitude will not be taken into account by his predecessors at all. Obtaining these good fortunes has already taken great luck, but at this moment, he still wants to know the names of his predecessors. .

"Ku Yazi!"

The old voice came from within the dry mountain again.

At this moment, on the other side of the river of life and death, everyone was in extreme shock.

Their mocking gazes against Feng Xiaofeng disappeared completely, but turned into incomparable envy!

The white filaments, at first glance, are transformed by sword intent.

Sword Intent turns silk, this is definitely not something ordinary people can do, and it must be a sword cultivator who can enter the dry mountain.

In the Dao domain, almost 90% of Jianxiu came from the Jiannan Sect. In everyone’s opinion, this mysterious senior must be an ashes-level old monster of the Jiannan Sect, and that generation is likely to be higher than the three swordsmen. , otherwise it is impossible to walk into the dry mountain like this, and it can even be artificially so easily given to others.

"This, this...how could Feng Xiaofeng have such luck? It's not fair, it's not fair!"

The jealous gleam in Mu Ge's eyes almost burst out.

What kind of good fortune is this, to be enlightened by a supreme cultivator who is comparable to the three swordsmen, or even stronger, how could he have no such luck...

"Junior, thank you senior!"

Feng Xiaofeng bowed again and immediately stepped in with the other foot.

Then he began to realize the sword intent in front of him.

At this moment, several tyrannical qi burst out from the Four Rings Mountain Range!

The Four Rings Mountains are all sect elders who have understood the imprint of the Six Paths Sword and have cultivated enough to have the Great Perfection of Vientiane!

The three swordsmen are high above, and they are the three ancestors with the highest status in the sect. They lead everything, but they never show up until the big event. Some disciples have even joined the Jiannan Sect and have not seen the three swordsmen once for tens of thousands of years. . And under the three swordsmen, the elders who heard the Taoism period did not make a wonderful appearance on weekdays.

Most of the time, it is the elders of the Great Perfection Sect in the late Vientiane Mountains of the Four Rings who manage the affairs of the Sect on weekdays.

Now that someone walked into the dry mountain has been implemented, and even this person is so strong that ordinary disciples can enter the dry mountain without dying. More importantly, this person is a generation of sword cultivators.

This matter has shaken Jiannan Sect.

At the same time that many disciples heard the news, the elders of the sect also came to eight people.

These eight people are among the top eight of Jiannan Zongmen elders. Originally, their ranking was not the top eight, but after the Five Elements Sword Cultivator Elder was beheaded by Chu Yan, they were ranked in the top eight!

The leader was a thin old man with a scar between his eyebrows, if he had a third eye.

It is the great elder of the sect, whose self-proclaimed Dao name, Sanmuzi!

This time, San Muzi got the order from above and came very quickly. The only thing he needs to do is to investigate clearly who this senior is!

"Old man Sanmuzi, dare to ask fellow Daoist Ku Yazi, where did he come from, and why did he come to my Jiannan Sect!"

Sanmuzi looked at Kushan and clasped his fists.

In the voice, there is no respect, but there is a kind of questioning color.

Because of the rumors above, there is absolutely no such person in Jiannan Sect. Most of this person is not from Jiannan Sect, but behind Sanmuzi is the entire Jiannan Sect, there are many elders who heard the Taoism, and there are three swordsmen. He naturally Full of confidence.

"Are you questioning the old man?"

At this moment, an old voice came from the depths of the dry mountain.

Immediately, within the dry mountain, the boundless gray mist turned into rolling waves, condensing sound waves, and turned into an unimaginably powerful pressure that descended instantly.

Sanmuzi's feet sank, and his entire ankle instantly fell into the earth and stone, his face turned pale.

He only felt this pressure, which made him unbearable. If this pressure did not dissipate, I am afraid that in a short time, his body would collapse and die.

"Fellow Daoist, are you provoking my Jiannan Sect?"

But at this time, San Muzi still had his own pride in his heart, and he spoke coldly.

"Jiannanzong, what about it?"

At this moment, the old voice came out again, and the boundless gray mist condensed in an instant, which contained the change of the mood of the years, and came in an instant.

Chu Yan's deity, above the artistic conception, has reached the refining meaning comparable to hearing the Tao. At this moment, with the help of the dry mountain and the gray mist, the mood of the years is instantly descended with the spirit of ancient times. This coercion is not at all ordinary Vientiane Great Perfection cultivators can resist. .

"Let's do it together!"

Feeling the pressure and terror, the three eyes instantly roared.

Behind him, seven old men shot at the same time, and their momentum instantly rose violently.

These eight people are all in the Great Perfection of Vientiane!

And at this moment, the boundless gray fog turned into an illusory palm, pressing it down sharply!

"puff!"

The eight Vientiane Great Perfection cultivators spewed blood and retreated in unison, and their pale faces were full of horror.

"You juniors are not qualified to speak to the old man, ask your adults to come out and talk!"