Yunchuan was able to feel the sword lights just before, and he definitely had the power to hurt him. Even the martial arts master of this Qinglian sword sect is about to touch the edge of a half-step magical power, but under normal circumstances, There can be no such powerful terrorist attack.

Because of this attack, it is destined to leave no retreat for itself, no defense, that is, under this attack, if someone else hits him, it will absolutely not under this level of attack. There will be any more resistance.

The previous attack was completely the kind of seemingly unwise thing that would only be done by a martial artist who wanted to lose both. A normal martial art would never do such a thing, unless he wanted to kill himself, he would n’t Take care of your life.

Yunchuan can now also infer that if there were no major accidents in the previous practice of refining the realm of the Snow God, it should be very likely that he died in the hands of this Qinglian sword sect.

He frowned slightly, looking at the Qinglian sword sect's martial arts, this Qinglian sword sect's martial arts showed a bit of madness in his eyes, even more provocative.

"Foreigner? Unexpectedly, after so many years, there are actually foreigners who have come to this lost land again. It seems that you came with the martial artist who was just killed by me? Yes, really good, just now I killed your companion, and the Yuanshi elixir on him can provide me with a long time to survive in this lost land. You little boy in Yuanyuan, what you have learned from you, It should be obviously inferior to your companion, but the mosquito legs are as small as flesh and fall into such a **** place. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid it won't take long. In this ghost place, death seems to be a relief. "

Wu Xiu, the Qinglian Sword Emperor with a ragged shirt on his body, sighed, stared at Yunchuan up and down, and wanted to take a shot.

"This fellow, are you a disciple of Qinglian Jianzong?"

Yunchuan frowned, ready to defend, and asked.

"Qing Lian Jianzong? You know my Zongmen ?!"

As soon as Yunchuan's voice fell, the original look was crazy, and he wanted to calm down with the martial arts shot to Yunchuan, staring at some red eyes and looking at Yunchuan, his voice was a little trembling: "No I thought, I did n’t expect that you actually knew my Qinglian Jianzong. It seems that I should be a super disciple. Which super disciple is it? I have been trapped here for hundreds of years. I do n’t know what the outside world is. How's it going."

"Sacred King of Heaven."

Yunchuan's face was surprised, and he said, "I'm the martial art of Qinglian Jianzong. Brother, you have been here for hundreds of years. In this period of time, haven't you searched out? Way? And why do you say that you are about to die here? "

"Huh! Junior, you have too many questions. If you can go out, I will already touch the half-step miraculous realm. Wouldn't you have gone out earlier, where would it be for you, a junior, to point your finger at you, but you It is just the existence of Yuantaijie. It is a mistake to get here. You still can't feel it, but there is not enough strength in it, and it can only become food for other martial arts. There will be no other Maybe, it's up to me to end your impending suffering. "

The martial arts of Qinglian Jianzong seems to have thought of something because of Yunchuan's words. The breath of the whole body is a little unstable, his eyes become red, and there are countless horrors in his hands. Jian Guang, heading towards Yunchuan.

At this moment, he is very different from the previous one. There is no defense at all, and he has not left any retreat. But in this way, the power at this moment is also extremely horrible and extremely arrogant. Yun Yun could not help but change color.

"This lunatic!"

Yunchuan couldn't help but cursed, avoiding the attack of Li Tianxing of Qinglian Jianzong, he could feel it from the words of the talented person. Obviously, Li Tianxing of Qinglian Jianzong had some thoughts in his whole person. The problem became a little crazy, so this was why he shot at him indiscriminately.

"Hehehehe, the junior of the Heavenly Emperor Shengzongyuan's birthplace, today I will teach you a rule of survival for the Lost Land, that is, here, there is no division of the ancestors, you can believe that only your own strength, strength This is the root of everything. In this lost land, there are no resources. Even the power of the heavens and the earth is too thin to conceive. It is simply beyond the means to absorb it. If it is a battle, it will not take long for the original power to be consumed. Do not hide it. The shots of you and your companion have exhausted all the strength I have accumulated over the past few decades, but it is also worth it, as long as you can kill and refine the two of you, I can continue to live in this **** place for a while, don't blame me, if you blame, you blame you for falling into this **** place. "

The Qinglian Jianzong's Li Tianxing's eyes were red, his face was a little distorted, and a series of offensives, like a storm, came towards Yunchuan.

Boom Boom Boom Boom!

Between the two shots, in just a few moments of time, they have already shot dozens or hundreds of times. Each shot can be regarded as earth-shattering, making the countless hard ice mountains here. At this moment, countless gigantic fissures appeared directly, and the sound was extremely amazing and terrifying.

Hum!

After a moment, all the horrible fluctuations had subsided at this moment, a little blood spilled from the corner of Yunchuan's mouth, wiped away by him, and his face became a little pale.

On his body, the original white clothes hit, and at this moment there were also several small sword holes, and blood was flowing from above them.

Yunchuan sighed and looked behind him. With his gaze, the martial arts of the Qinglian sword sect was dying at this moment, and the bones all over his body could not find a perfect place, like mud. Collapsed on the ground, and the mouth continued to bleed.

Yunchuan's gaze at this Qinglian Jianzong Wuxiu is a bit complicated, half pity, half sigh, half helplessness, and a little half shock.

He only met with the martial arts master of this Qinglian sword sect. Although it was said to be short-lived, the degree of danger was far more than most battles he had experienced.