Li Daoxuan squeezed the Seal Jue with his hands, took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath.

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On the way back to Longhu Mountain, Li Daoxuan also perfected the magical power of borrowing the wind and the magical power of nightmare prayer. He has completely digested the gains from the trip to Huangquan, and his methods of fighting have become more abundant.

Countless black bells fell to the ground and finally made a sound, which meant that the spirit binding array had been broken.

She was not saying whether Li Daoxuan could deal with it, but she said that Li Daoxuan would not delay for too long. Such words surprised Zhenlian.

This young Taoist who looked to be in his early twenties actually defeated the three brothers so easily. He used endless methods and his strength was simply unfathomable!

He would rather believe that the other party is an old monster than that he is just a young man.

All the disciples were completely impressed by Li Daoxuan's performance, and many people had already mentioned the words "Senior Brother Li" on their lips.

In his eyes at this moment, Li Daoxuan outside the mirror was like a giant, with one eye occupying half of the world.

Li Daoxuan raised the Chixiao Sword, used the sword's power to slash it violently.

This new disciple accepted by Qian Yang is really amazing. Facing three Yin Shen monks who have been practicing for decades, he can almost do it one by one!

In the process, whether it was magic weapons or magical powers, they completely crushed the three veterans of the Yin Shen Realm.

Are there three uncles who came together and were beaten to the point of vomiting blood by their nephew?

Drops of blood fell, and the Taoist's face turned pale, and he no longer dared to make any move.

From Li Daoxuan's attack to now, it sounds like a long time, but in fact it is like a flash of lightning, not even five breaths.

Facing Li Daoxuan, who was approaching with two swords and fierce momentum, the three Taoists guarding outside the Demon-Conquering Hall seemed very calm, and there was even a hint of disdain in their eyes.

The next moment, the sharp sword energy chopped into pieces the snow-white whisk, like a giant dragon breaking through its shackles, soaring into the sky!

The Taoist vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of pain, and said: "My Luo Xian whisk!"

"Senior Brother, we can't tell the winner right now, so why not go see Master first?"

After all, the foundation is limited.

If he wasn't worried about his master's safety and had a vicious mouth, he would have to show off his apprentice in front of his senior brother.

Zhang Jiuxiao looked gloomy and said: "Junior brother, congratulations on accepting a good disciple."

Zhang Qianyang did not answer him, but turned around and walked into the Demon Subduing Hall.

He couldn't wait to know, what happened to the old man?
Chapter completed!