"If I dare to come and take people, I will naturally have the confidence to take people. If I only have this strength, I don't want to humiliate myself and embarrass the ancestors of the gods."

The Quartet was silent like a cicada, obviously frightened by the words of God Son Jueying.

Even Luo Tianxi, who was sitting on the Supreme Throne, couldn't help but hold onto the armrest tightly with his right hand.

His eyes flickered, and he saw something else. These three people should not simply come to pick people up.

After being suppressed by Tianmen for so long, can everyone be unable to hold back?

When Luo Tianxi thought of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Not quite right."

With Xiong Tiannan beside him, Ao Jue looked at the Tianhuang God Altar and said softly.

"What do you mean?"

Xiongtian is hard to understand.

Ao Jue said: "These three people are a little too high-profile. They are obviously here for Lin Yun, but they first provoked the Heavenly Venerable, and now even the ancestors have started to provoke them?"

Xiongtian scratched his head, he is a rough man, he really doesn't understand these roundabouts.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Bo Jue murmured: "The real purpose of these three people may be for the Tianmen, Lin Yun just incidentally."

"Impossible, who dares to provoke Tianmen?"

Xiongtian said in surprise.

Ao Jue was born in the devil way, with a delicate mind, and said with a smile: "To put it bluntly, only one chief of the Taoist sect and the Tianjian Tower died. Although the influence is great, is it true that these three people committed suicide to the Tianmen?"

"This is just an excuse. Taking Lin Yun as an opportunity to suppress the reputation of the wild feast is the real purpose."

"The wild feasts have been held time and time again for so many years. After the disciples of the ancestors grew up, they spread all over the three thousand worlds one by one. What a huge network of influence. It is absolutely false for Daozong to say that he is not envious. You know They also have great abilities in the ancestral realm."

"It just so happens...the god son of Tianmen has not been born yet, there is no more suitable opportunity than this. Once the young leaders of Tianmen are swept away by them, do you think that the next Tianhuang feast can still be held?"

Xiong Tiannan suddenly realized, surprised and said: "Then what should we do?"

Ao Jue spread his hands and said: "No way, this is a conspiracy. What Feng Yuan said is scary, in fact, it is impossible for Tianzun to kill him, and the other venerables can't do anything. This is not only embarrassing, but also loses your bottom|pants gone."

Not only did they suffer, but some evildoers in the spectator seats of the Holy Heaven Academy also gradually realized that something was wrong.

As for Tianmen Up and Down, they were even more anxious, and everyone was holding their breath.

Jiang Yi, the son of Jueying God, looked arrogantly, staring at all directions, and said softly: "Is there no one else? This is the strength of the ancestor's fax?"

This kind of attitude can be described as arrogant and domineering, and all the Tianmen disciples looked extremely ugly, gnashing their teeth angrily.

But the surroundings were silent, and there was no response to Jiang Yi's voice. The strength he showed was too terrifying and amazing.

Many people turned their attention to Feng Buyu, and then looked at Ye Wuhen and Xia Qingyun, who had not yet grown up, and some other personal descendants of the god group.

Ye Wuhen was young and energetic and wanted to fight a long time ago, but he still couldn't see Jiang Yi's details, Xia Qingyun held him down, and didn't let him make a move at all.

He is the future god son of Tianmen, a peerless arrogance who is destined to be famous in the three thousand worlds and shine for an era, and he must not be defeated before he rises.

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, do you really think I'm a transparent person?

Do you think that I am not strong enough to knead at will?

Or was it headed towards the gate of heaven?

I'm afraid it's both.

Jiang Yi suddenly laughed, and said in a deep voice, "Nuoda Tianmen, is it true that you can't find someone to fight with me?"

At this moment, a figure under the Supreme Throne stood up suddenly, with sharp eyes and a stern expression, he pondered: "Is there really no one in the Heavenly Clan? You are the Son of God, and I know I am invincible, but I still have the courage to fight you .Tianmen Wei Wuding, please enlighten me!"

At the same time, another person also stood up.

"Yan Xiu, please enlighten me!"

Yan Xiu and Wei Wuding stood up together, unfolded their movements, and landed on the Tianhuang God Altar.

Tianmen Shangxia's eyes suddenly brightened, and his emotions became high.

These two people are not as famous as Feng Buyu and Ye Wuhen, but their cultivation is extremely terrifying, and they belong to the relatively low-key existence of direct disciples.

Jiang Yi, son of Jueying God, sneered, with a playful look on his face, and said lightly: "Let's go up together, otherwise I really won't be able to test my depth."

He knew very well that Feng Buyu did this because he wanted to expose some of his real cards.

"Tianyao Divine Fist!"

Wei Wuding took the lead in attacking, and the vigorous Sheng Yuan exploded directly, and the fist light condensed into a bloody electric light that roared towards him.

"Well done."

Jiang Yi laughed loudly, and slapped out another palm light from the air.

The fist glow collided with the palm glow, and there was a huge rumbling sound, the air wave surged, and the space oscillated.

The terrifying energy scattered out, and the entire Tianhuang Altar trembled. Wei Wuding stepped back, but he was not defeated by the opponent's palm after all.

A strange color flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes, and he said with a smile: "There are some things, but not many, your cultivation is far beyond comparison."

"It hasn't started yet!"

Anger flashed in Wei Wuding's eyes, Tianyao Shenquan activated again, and killed him again.

"Then let me meet you."

Jiang Yi's face was pale, golden light surged from his body, and then this golden light rushed towards the four directions like water waves.

call!

In the blink of an eye, Wei Wuding, who was bullying and approaching, was enveloped in it. Jiang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, facing his opponent with only one hand.

Under the golden light, Wei Wuding was surprised to find that his Saint Yuan was disappearing crazily and being swallowed up by the opponent bit by bit.

After only ten moves, Wei Wuding's complexion completely changed. The Saint Yuan was consumed too much, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"How did you do this? It seems that my Saint Yuan has been sucked away by him..."

Wei Wuding was extremely surprised, his greatest advantage was his deep cultivation, and the majesty of the Saint Yuan was beyond anyone's imagination.

The Tianyao Shenjue he cultivated is a miraculous skill that can hold ten times or even dozens of times more holy energy than ordinary people.

Because of his special physique, the ancestors of God bestowed on him this exercise.

The current situation is extremely dangerous, and after more than ten moves, Wei Wuding finally couldn't bear to be sent flying.

He looked pale, with a little white hair on his head, as if he had aged several decades and was extremely haggard.

On the other hand, Jiang Yi not only didn't take half a step back, but also looked radiant, as if he hadn't consumed any of his holy energy, and he had even improved his cultivation.

"It seems to be the Great Formless Divine Art of the Absolute Shadow Temple, which is even more clever than the Dao of Devouring. It's simply outrageous."

"This technique is extremely evil, and if you are not careful, you will easily become insane. Jiang Yi must have mastered the magic technique."

Everyone was taken aback, and there was a look of extreme fear in their eyes. This is really evil.

Yan Xiu, who came down with Wei Wuding, saw that the former was defeated, and immediately raised his sword and killed him.

He is a sword cultivator, and he was well-known in Tianmen in his early years. He is good at eighteen different supreme holy ways.

At this moment, he stabbed out with a sword, and the eighteen visions of the supreme holy way appeared one by one and blended with the sword intent, turning into a whirlpool of sword energy and strangling towards the opponent.

The Qiankun Sword Field is extremely powerful, and the sword light is shining, and the vortex seems to involve the world in it.

Even Jiang Yi frowned slightly, the golden light on his body couldn't spread over, it was all crushed by the sword energy, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and the sword cultivator's methods seemed to restrain Jiang Yi somewhat.

"Qian Kun Sword Dance!"

Yan Xiu practiced the sword dance, and the sky and the earth reversed around his body, and the space became extremely blurred.

The people who watched were exclaimed, Yan Xiu's swordsmanship was much better than Ji Changkong's.

In terms of momentum, he was even stronger than Lin Yun.

"It's such a powerful sword. Although the sword intent is not as good as Lin Yun's, the momentum stirred up by the sword light is even worse than it."

"After all, it is passed down by the ancestors of the gods, and there are still some means."

"Yan Xiu is going to move back some scenes."

...

Many monks who had been watching the battle analyzed calmly, but they didn't dare to draw any conclusions. They could only say that it was possible to change the situation.

But no one noticed that although Jiang Yi was retreating, his right hand behind his back had not moved.

boom!

All of a sudden, his right hand hidden behind was thrust out suddenly, and his hands were clasped together.

"Great Formless Light!"

The moment Jiang Yi put his hands together, a dazzling and unimaginable light burst out.

The light surged, and with just a flash of surprise, it completely swallowed up the majestic sword power of the opponent.

Then he slapped it with one palm, and the Buddha's voice lingered in the sky and earth, and a palm glowing with the swastika symbol roared up.

With a loud bang, the Qiankun Sword Field shattered.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked shocked, they never thought that the Great Formless Divine Art would be so powerful.

Yan Xiu's boundless sword was scattered all over the ground, like beads of all sizes ping-pong, and the holy sword in his hand was also shaken away.

But at the moment of desperation, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he calmly launched the lore without any expression of flinching or fear.

He made a formula with his left hand, and made a move with his right hand through the air, the holy sword turned into a fright and flew towards his right hand.

Rumble!

The sword gestures scattered on the ground lit up with one hundred and eight beams of light rising into the sky, and the sword gestures that had fallen to the bottom of the valley soared up.

The situation changed in an instant, and such a magnificent sword force directly reflected a vast picture scroll in the sky.

Like a fairy writing, it is majestic and reflects the heavens.

The crowd suddenly exclaimed, it was really jaw-dropping that Yan Xiu could unleash such an ultimate move in such a desperate situation.

Even Lin Yun couldn't help giving a secret compliment, as expected of a sword cultivator, this is a sword master.

But something even more surprising happened. Jiang Yi pushed his hands towards the sky and shouted: "Everything is one!"

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and took a sharp breath, boom!

All kinds of visions between heaven and earth were swallowed by him, one hundred and eight beams of light, scrolls in the sky, scattered stars, and even Yan Xiu's holy sword were swallowed.

The holy sword was also swallowed by Yan Xiu at the moment when it was about to be held by Yan Xiu. After all, this ultimate move could not be used.

The original incomparably frightening aura was gone, and the Tianhuangshentai was calm and calm.

Yan Xiu's chin was stunned, and he said in disbelief: "This...how is it possible..."

Jiang Yi lazily said: "Why is it impossible? It looks like an ignorance. The way of swordsmanship is different in the world. It has never been the eternal way, but every swordsman always pretends not to admit defeat."

"Is it necessary to fight with my life even though I have already lost? That's why I really hate sword repair."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped a palm from the air, and sent the shocked Jiang Yi flying away, hitting the Azure Dragon Temple before stopping.

hum!

There was a buzzing sound from the Qinglong Temple, and Yan Xiu's bones were all broken after he fell, and his body fell limply like mud.