The sunlight shone through the cabin window and shone brightly on his body. His eyes seemed to be shining with colorful glows, which made it difficult to see. The eight women were breathing and their ears were hot. Although his hair was scattered and his clothes were ragged, he looked like a god.

The Taoist priests looked at each other and scraped their stomachs, but they could not think of a person like "Xu Xian" in the Demon Sect. They were intimidated by his aura and could not figure out the depth of it, so no one dared to step forward.

Suddenly, when I heard the beams roaring, a snow-white sea holly rushed into Xu Xian's arms, fluttering his wings, and pecking at his cheeks one after another. Xu Xuan was numb and itchy, stroking its neck, laughing, but tears couldn't help but slide down the corners of his eyes.

After several years of separation, I saw this eagle again, as if it was a lifetime ago. I was filled with sadness and joy for a moment, and it was difficult to control myself. In the vast world, it was only this bird that never left me.

The gray-haired Taoist priest had a heart moved. Although he had seen the divine bird on the beam just now, he didn't expect it to have anything to do with the boy lying in the box like a zombie. Seeing his eyes blocked by eagle wings, he shouted: "Take it off" silver lights danced, and fifteen long swords immediately stabbed towards Xu Xian like lightning.

The eight women's heart sank, but they heard the "bang bang" sound. The Taoist priests shouted and turned over and threw them away, and hit the cabin board and the top wall heavily. The wooden board burst out, and two of them broke the cabin windows and fell into the ice sea with their hands and feet, screaming with trembling cold.

"Xingfei Tian" The gray-haired Taoist priest burst into shock and anger, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, jumped up, and shouted: "Boy, who are you? How could I, Qingcheng Iron Sword Sect,..." His knees suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a pointed cone, and his legs became weak, and he immediately knelt down on the ground.

Xu Xuan teased Hai Dongqing as if nothing had happened and sighed: "Brother Bird, I said that my name is Xu Xian, the immortal of the gods. It's okay if these bulls don't remember the nose well. When they see the gods, they are disrespectful and shout for beating and killing... Do you think they should kneel down and apologize?"

Before he finished speaking, "bangs" around him burst into exclamations. As soon as the Taoist priests got up, they all staggered and fell to the ground.

Wei Yan let out a "pu" sound, and the girls couldn't help laughing. Although they didn't know whether the boy was an enemy or a friend, and they couldn't see how he made a move, they were very happy to see him playing with these despicable and vicious bulls.

Only Afu saw the clues and was shocked. It turned out that the young man flicked his fingertips and hit the knee acupoints of all Taoists in anger. Although there were many people in the world who could control "qi arrows", there were very few who could make it so fast and accurate that they instantly knocked down thirteen people.

The gray-haired Taoist priest's face turned into a pig's liver, and he was shocked and furious.

This boy seemed to be terrified, but he used a simple starting move of the "Iron Sword Sect" to shake them away. Then he seemed to use the "Shocking Sword Finger" of Wen Baoshan from the Lingbao Sect, and instantly swept down everyone... His cultivation is so powerful that it is terrifying.

After thinking about it, I couldn't think of when such a young master would have appeared in the Taoist sect. Besides, if this kid was really a Taoist sect, why did he hang out with the demons of the "Flower God Valley"? Why is the true energy in his body so neither yin nor yang, and the chaos is weird?

A million thoughts suddenly turned into his mind, and finally he was angry and smiled reluctantly at Xu Xian, bowed and said, "I'm going to get a sword丨Zhang Conglong, I don't know Mount Tai, and I'm offending. I hope you can forgive me. If you don't turn around, you will be lucky enough to meet again in the future and drink and have fun today, it's not in vain to meet each other today..."

"Want to leave?" Xu Xian raised his head and smiled slightly, but his eyes flashed with a cold light like a sharp light. "It doesn't matter if you offend me. At worst, everyone will kowtow eighteen times, cut off one of their own hands, and talk to apologize. But in broad daylight, you are trying to abuse these eight beautiful and cute girls... Hehe, you have to ask them if they can forgive you."

The eight girl was stunned, surprised and happy, and unexpectedly he would stand up for him. Mengye shouted: "Of course, can't these stinky bulls think that this is Qingcheng Mountain? Come and go as soon as you say, unless you cut off your legs and swim back from here."

The eighth sister, the girls were still shouting at each other. Some said that they could relieve their anger after seeing their legs. They had to peel off their skin and cramps; some said that peeling off the skin and cramps would be cheaper, and they should be castrated directly; some said that it was not very good to do so, and their heads had to be cut off as a flower bowl.

"Did you hear it? Should you do it yourself, or should I help you with your help?" Xu Xian looked around the Taoist priests with a smile, his right hand closed in the air, and with a "huh", a sword of bright light more than three meters long suddenly rushed out of his fist's heart, reflecting his rainbow-like eyes, and even more murderous intent, and the coldness penetrated his liver and gallbladder.

All the Taoists were very ruthless, and Zhang Conglong's face looked even more ugly.

As the junior brother of the head of the "Flying Sword Sect", he was covered by Liao Ruowu's shadow for twenty years and was determined to make his head out of the Qingcheng sects. Therefore, this time he volunteered to be the pioneer of the way and make his first contribution. Who would have thought that he had not even won the army, and before he even came to the gate of the "Never Sleeping City" was next to him, he fell a big fuck in front of this zombie boy of unknown origin, lost all his face, and his full ambitions were gone.

But at this time the arrow was on the string, and he could only fight to the end. He shouted in a deep voice: "The formation" of figures intertwined, and in groups of three or three, the two Taoists who fell into the sea also jumped back into the cabin and instantly formed a plum blossom formation. The long sword was hanging in the air, swaying with their fingers.

On Mount Emei that day, Xu Xian was surrounded and intercepted by the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Priests, Liangyi Sword Sect, and Feijian Gate. Later, he was betrayed by his uncle Cheng Zhongfu and his family was destroyed. Even when he fled to the sea on a boat, he was almost harmed by Bai Bi and Yi Shuihan... He really hated Taoist Priests of various sects. After several years of sleeping, he saw the shameless lust of these bulls' noses as soon as he opened his eyes. All the new and old hatreds surged into his heart, and he had already had murderous intentions.

At this moment, I saw the sword light flashing like plum blossoms dancing, and remembered the old thing that had been entangled with Cheng Zhongfu saying that the regretful flying sword formation was. I became more angry and rushed to the top, laughing loudly: "Don't have spring halfway, my heartbroken. The plum blossoms were like snow, and they were all over..."

The laughter rolled like thunder, which made everyone's blood turbulent. Zhang Conglong knew something was wrong and shouted: "Get out the sword." As soon as the words fell, the bright light in front of him was dancing. Xu Xian had penetrated into the sword formation like lightning, and smiled: "The news of the geese came is no basis, and the dream of returning from a long distance is hard to come..."

He heard the "Dangdang" tremble, and the long sword bumped wildly. The screams suddenly appeared around him, and the broken limbs flew across him, and the fishy blood spurted Zhang Conglong's face. He was dazzled, and his heart suddenly sank, as if he fell into an ice abyss: "Is this person actually the Demon Emperor Lin Lingsu?"

In a moment, this kid actually used more than 30 moves from the "Iron Sword Gate", Longhu Mountain, Emei Seventy-Two Temples and Demon Sects. Some transformed themselves into sword techniques, and some transformed themselves into staff techniques... It was made by his Qi Sword, which seemed to be true but did whatever he wanted, but its power seemed to have increased by more than ten times.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard Xu Xian laugh and said, "...Leave and hatred are just like spring grass, and they will live longer and farther away." The darkness in front of his eyes, and he was immediately swept by the extremely strong air wave and collided with the top wall. With a "boom", he crushed the roof of the cabin like a rush, breaking through the blue sky, and surging with fishy sweetness.

The sky was spinning, the sun was shining brightly, and the blood beads around melodiously flipped, and there were slowly flying broken hands, broken feet, and human heads that were staring with wide eyes and screaming...

He was shocked and terrifying, as if he was in a nightmare. At the corner of his eyes, the demonic young man still held the Qi sword in vain, slowly flying and following closely behind. The rainbow-like eyes stared at him coldly, with anger burning, and countless broken sword blades surrounded like meteors.

Then there was a "hissing" sound, the Taoist robe burst into pieces, bloodshots stirred, and pieces of broken blades swirled and danced through his skin, fingers, palms, arms, legs... flew. He heard a terrifying and shrill howl in his throat, and then was instantly submerged by the endless pain and darkness, and everything disappeared.

Xu Xian roared with a long voice, and his heart was fierce. As the spiraling Qi sword continued to rush up more than ten feet away, his sadness, anger and hatred seemed to be washed away by the turbulent wind.

The eagle roared and flew around him up and down. He floated on the wind, his clothes flew, and stood at the highest point of the clouds, overlooking the vast ocean, with golden light shining, listening to his roar echoing in the sky and sea, suddenly there was a kind of sadness and desolation that was extremely cold at a high place.

In his life, he has never been so close to the sky so far, but he has never been so lonely. If the so-called becoming an immortal is to isolate the seven emotions and six desires, control the wind and the vastness, and assimilate with the heaven and earth, and turn the clouds and rains, then is he considered a god now?

But why, he couldn't feel any freedom and happiness? Why in his heart, he had never missed the earth beyond the vast clouds in the south so much? He had never missed the young man who was also broken legs but optimistic and happy, and was naughty?

During the years when the ice tower was sleeping, he was always sensing the changes in the yin and yang of the universe as the day and night in the North Sea; he was always flowing with the dazzling and bright lights of the aurora, refining the chaotic five elements of true qi; even the undead who was wandering in the extreme abyss seemed to seep into his pores and breathe.

The Beidou is renewed for tens of thousands of years, and the sun and moon are exhausted for tens of billions of years. The heaven and earth are impermanent, and the wind and moon are always renewed. So what about him? Is he still the same person as before?

The white clouds danced carelessly and flew past him around and below. His shadow was projected in the colorful halo, swaying and flashing, looming, appearing so strange and strange.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

The whistling wind seemed to be asking in his ears. He clenched his fists, opened his mouth wide, and his throat burned like fire. He wanted to roar his name loudly towards the south, but tears surged out of his eyes. I was gone before, but the willows were swaying, and the world was so big that no one knew him anymore. Even if there were hundreds of millions of people, what would it do with him?

At this moment, under the sky of the North Sea and above the clouds, he seemed to have a broken kite and could no longer find his direction.
Chapter completed!