"Splitting the Sky."

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and slashed down from the sky with his sword.

The sky trembled violently, and a ten-foot-long sword glow leaked out from the side.

Zheng!

The young man in purple took a beam of purple energy and forcibly cut off the sky-splitting sword light.

At the same moment, he performed a secret technique with one hand, creating an illusory mirror behind him. It was three to five feet tall, and the whole body was filled with light. He took a step back and transformed into the person in the mirror.

The mirror buzzed and a bright light flashed.

Just when Zhao Yun came to kill him, he was knocked over by a beam of annihilation mirror light.

"The Art of Killing Immortals."

While flying upside down, Zhao Yun struck back with a golden sword light.

There was a sonorous sound, and the sharp Zhuxian Jue did not break the mirror, but only wiped out a pinch of fire on the surface of the mirror. What is even more strange is that the mirror has the power to rebound, and the attack came back.

Zhao Yun was caught off guard and was struck so hard that he lost his balance.

The young man in purple smiled ferociously, and stretched out his hand from the mirror. It was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. It was so majestic and majestic that before it really fell, it crushed a mountain peak. Zhao Yun staggered under the pressure. He was worthy of being a Xuanxian, even if only his soul was left.

Even if he is only in the first level of Xuanxian, he still has a strong foundation.

boom!

roar!

Zhao Yun forced the body-protecting Tiangang to open, and added a dragon's tail to the outside of the Tiangang.

The big hand covering the sky was shattered by the shock. Even the young man in purple suffered a backlash and his soul trembled. He couldn't believe how such a little immortal could have such terrifying fighting power.

"break."

Zhao Yun came from the sky, with a sword, wind and thunder, destroying everything.

There was a clear and loud click, the illusory mirror was easily penetrated by a sword, and the young man in purple clothes hiding inside was forced out, and like a fairy light, he flew into the sky and escaped.

"Die!"

The young man in purple also had a large black flag in his hand, which he waved violently.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in this area, and there was a flash of lightning and thunder.

As soon as Zhao Yun arrived, he was hit by a thunder and lightning, and his body-protecting immortal power was split into a ravine. The sea hurt his body, and a bloody mark was drawn on his right shoulder.

"Destroy."

The young man in purple roared angrily and waved the flag again.

Zhao Yun's legs and feet were particularly numb. In the previous moment, he flew out of the sky and avoided the lightning. His backhand was a beam of infinite light, which knocked the purple-robed young man 800 feet into the air. The big flag also fell from his hand.

Cang Miao, no one knows how heavy it is, crushing another mountain peak.

"Just wait for me."

The young man in purple had a ferocious look in his eyes, and after saying a word, he turned around and ran away.

He has been beaten into such a bear shape, how can he not run away? After all, he is in the state of the soul at the moment. He has no physical body to support the soul, and his combat power is greatly reduced. It is really not suitable to fight anymore. The most important thing is that this first level person

The little immortal is more difficult to deal with than he thought, and the right way is to escape as soon as possible.

Wait until he returns.

When he reports it to the Master, he will be cut into pieces.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun was as fast as a thunderous dragon and kept chasing after him.

The young man in purple had already expected it, and waved an immortal talisman back, which was like an explosive talisman and exploded into the sky. However, he underestimated Zhao Yun's ability to withstand beatings and did not dodge.

"you....."

The young man in purple suddenly changed his expression. What kind of freak is he?

The one who responded was Zhao Yun's annihilating Yuan Shen Sword.

There were screams, and the young man in purple was slashed down from the sky with a sword, and was thrown into a mountain forest. Before he could stand up, he saw Zhao Yun's big hand under the cover of the sky, which was suppressed by Zhao Yun's big hand.

"I am a disciple of the Qishi Xian Sect, you dare to kill me?"

The young man in purple screamed, he was not stupid, he even knew how to move his own backstage.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and pressed his palm on his Tianling Cap, searching for his soul forcefully.

Unfortunately, the soul-searching technique is ineffective against the young man in purple.

In other words, there is a restriction on the spirit of the young man in purple.

He didn't find any useful secrets, but he tortured the young man to death. The illusory soul became distorted, and the pure power of the soul was lost one by one, like bleeding.

"In the next life, don't mess with anyone you shouldn't mess with."

Zhao Yun said coldly and sacrificed the Yuanshen Sword again.

As soon as the young man in purple clothes regained consciousness, he was struck by a sword. He didn't even have time to scream, so he went on the Huangquan Road. He was so depressed that he died. The dignified fairy was actually killed by the little immortal.

Click!

In the main hall of Qishi Xianzong, a jade tablet was broken.

It was the jade plaque of the young man in purple, engraved with the imprint of his soul.

People die.

The jade tablet is broken.

"How come another one dies?"

The two elders guarding the jade plaque both frowned.

It's only been a few days! Two of the disciples sent abroad have already died.

Whoosh!

Someone stepped into the hall.

He is a silver-haired disciple, with black hair like a waterfall, white clothes fluttering, and visions all over his body. Looking at the color of his hair, you can tell that he is of a special bloodline. It depends on his cultivation! He is the eighth level of Xuanxian.

He is the holy son of the Immortal Sect: Liangqiu.

"I have met the Holy Son." The two elders saluted one after another.

"Another one died?" Liang Qiu glanced at the broken jade token.

"This is already the second one."

"He is a disciple sent somewhere."

"Let me check it out." The first elder took the scroll, which was filled with names of people. They were all disciples sent abroad. Their cultivation level, name, and where they were sent were all written clearly.

After a few moments, he gave the answer:

"They are all in the direction of Nantian City."

"In that case, I will go there myself." Liang Qiu said lightly.

"Why does the Holy Son need to take action for such a trivial matter?" the second elder said hurriedly.

"Do I still need you to guide me in my actions?" Liang Qiu said calmly and disappeared like the wind.

"What's the air?" the second elder cursed secretly.

"The Holy Son went to Nantian City to propose marriage." Another elder said.

"Propose marriage?"

"That little girl from the Jiang family."

"This is interesting."

After a few words, the two elders took the files one after another.

The Immortal Sect has lost two of its disciples, so don't we have to make a record of it!

If Zhao Yun were here, he would definitely be in good hands, because he had killed these two disciples.

Speaking of Zhao Yun, he had already collected the spoils of war and left the world. When he reached the mountains, he rushed into a cave and took out the storage bag of the young man in purple. In addition to a fairy sword and the black flag,

There were only two or three talismans left, and seven to eight hundred fairy stones.

"People here."

"Don't you take any money with you when you go out?"

Zhao Yun took a deep breath. He thought he could make a fortune by killing a mysterious immortal. Three walnuts and two jujubes were not enough work. He wanted to kidnap someone for ransom. But this is the fairy world, and there are many people with great supernatural powers. He

The so-called reverse summoning is probably far from enough.

"Boss."
To be continued...