Over the Vientiane Island, the nine-wheeled sun dyed the sea of ​​clouds in the true realm fairy realm into a flowing neon light. In the main hall, dozens of people gathered together, using a separate meal system. Each person had a crystal stone to set a full moon bell fairy wine, and the wine rotated itself in the cup to form a miniature star spin.

"Boss, your skills are too perverted!" Longwu raised his head and poured the seventh altar of immortal wine, and the wine dripped along the golden monkey hair.

"I can't break your defense even after practicing Qiankun stick technique until the ninth turn. By the way, have you switched to practicing the martial arts in the Holy Sect?"

Xiang Chen gently tapped the edge of the cup with his fingertips, and the wine in the glass cup suddenly turned into a small green dragon and hovered up: "It's just a trick of transforming a thought in the realm of Taiyi Immortal Lord. If you break through the realm of Taiyi Immortal Lord and integrate the laws into the stick method, I won't be so relaxed-"

Before he finished speaking, the entire island suddenly trembled violently.

The twelve totem poles on the edge of the square also lit up a red alarm light, and the array patterns of the island-protecting array appeared in the void.

"boom!"

A platinum sword slashed the clouds, and the former overlord of the island, the lizard dragon guarding the gate, fell from a height of thousands of feet.

The young man with silver armor walked out of the smoke and dust, holding a white tiger's head still dripping blood in his left hand, and a three-meter-long tiger-headed sword on his right shoulder. The evil aura wrapped around the blade frozen all the spiritual herbs passing into ice crystals.

"That's, Bai Zhanxing's head, who are you?" The wine cup in Zhu Li's hand shattered, and Nan Ming Lihuo spurted out from his pupils uncontrollably.

The young man in silver armor sneered and threw his head towards the center of the banquet.

The tiger's head suddenly opened its eyes during the flight, and a trace of the divine thought of the White Sword Star remained, and it let out a shrill roar: "Brother Xiang, go! This is Bai Xuan, the White Tiger Clan in the Taiyi Immortal Realm, come--"

"Noisy!" Bai Xuan palmed through the air, and the sound of bone shattering burst out from the tiger's mouth.

The head slammed into the center of the banquet table, and the overturned fairy brew was poured on the blood-stained mane of the white tiger, steaming white mist with the smell of rust, and the head shattered.

The whole room was silent.

Ao Cai's dragon claws crushed the armrest of the Xuanyu chair, and Liu Ruyan's Ice Soul Sword beeped in the sheath. Xiang Chen slowly lowered the wine cup. The moment the bottom of the glass touched the table, the energy made the wine cup silently turn into powder.

"My name is Bai Xuan. You are the waste of Bai Zhanxing, right?" Bai Xuan's boots were crushed with blood beads dripping from his head, and his long sword pointed at Xiang Chen.

"A mere gold-eating rat is worthy of making our genius surrender? Today I will use his head as a meeting gift, and I will take your head next time--"

"You are looking for death!" Zhu Li's 100-meter fire wings spread out behind him, and the thirty-seven moon bell fairy wines at the banquet were vaporized at the same time.

When she made the "Lihuo Seal" with her hands, Xiang Chen suddenly pressed her shoulder: "He deliberately aroused you."

Bai Xuan picked up a piece of fried dragon liver and threw it into his mouth. When he chewed, he spitted out a gap of his teeth: "Little girl from the Zhuque clan, the three tail feathers that the genius of your clan lost in the White Tiger Star Domain last year are still nailed to our clan's martial arts field."

Zhu Li's pupils completely turned into two scorching suns. Xiang Chen felt that his palm was burning, and the girl had turned into a stream of fire and soared into the sky.

The fire feathers in the sky condensed into 360 Nanming Lihuo swords in the clouds. The heat wave caused by the rotation of the sword formation roasted the Jianmu on the edge of the square to curl.

"Lihuo kills evil!" With Qingchi, all the fire swords fell towards Bai Xuan like meteors. This is a powerful killer move inherited by the Suzaku clan. Each sword light contains the Taoist fire that burns the soul.

Bai Xuan sneered and raised the guillotine. The seven tiger-headed relief sculptures on the blade suddenly opened their eyes and sprayed out seven mysterious cold air. The cold air intertwined in the void and formed a phantom of the white tiger, which frozen the fire sword all over the sky in the air.

As his blade slashed across, the frozen sword formation shattered like glass.

"Da Luo Jinxian dares to act rashly at the peak of the peak?" Bai Xuan's figure suddenly appeared behind Zhu Li, and the back of the knife slapped her in the back of her heart.

This attack seems casual, but in fact it implies a thunder proof technique. If it is hit, it will damage the foundation of the soul.

At the critical moment, the nine-faced tortoise shield appeared out of thin air. In the loud "clang" sound, Xuan Hai blew backwards, but in the end, it blocked a fatal blow for Zhu Li.

He broke twelve pillars on his back before he stopped retreating, leaving cracked footprints about a foot deep on the ground each step.

"The little turtle of the Xuan Turtle clan also needs to intervene?" Bai Xuan's sword tip hangs down, and it seems casual, actually blocks the energy of the eight directions. White tiger star patterns appear on the soles of his boots, and every step is in line with the direction of the Zhoutian star.

Xuan Hai wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth and formed the "Xuanwu Sea Seal" with his hands.

The square floor tiles suddenly turned into dark blue waters, and the shadows of the nine black turtles rose from the vortex: "The White Tiger Clan is too domineering in their actions!"

"Overdom? Haha, this is a symbol of strength!"

A knife light suddenly appears!

Bai Xuan's figure pulled out nine afterimages on the water surface, and each afterimage slashed out completely different swords. Some were chopped, some were slid, some were slid, some were stabbed, and nine styles combined to form a small Zhuxian sword formation.

The shadow of the black turtle exploded as soon as it touched the knife light, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on Xuanhai's natal tortoise shell.

"Too slow." Bai Xuan's true body was standing in front of Xuanhai at some point, and his index finger tapped his eyebrows.

A finger that seems to be understateed actually contains the powerful fingering technique of the Jie Sect to break the Gang finger, using points to gather the strength of the whole body, specifically breaking the strong defense.

"Bang!"

Xuanhai shot backward like a cannonball, running through a side hall continuously. His tortoise shells peeled off inch inch, revealing his body covered with bloodstains.

The golden eyes with red buttocks and long winds ignited a rage. He picked up the iron rod of Xinghai and jumped into the air, and all the star patterns on the stick were lit: "Eat me a stick!"

This stick implies the ultimate mystery of the Qiankun stick technique, "Star Fall", which pulls Zhoutian's star power when swinging. Before the stick shadow reaches, the pressure has caused the ground under Bai Xuan's feet to collapse three feet.

Liu Ruyan Bai Yang and others were watching the battle and frost formed on the ends of their hair - it was a sign that the space was frozen by the stick.

Bai Xuan finally showed a serious expression. He abandoned the knife and used his claws, and his ten fingers soared into tiger claws. The evil energy wrapped around the tips of the claws condensed into a solid chain.

"The White Tiger Seven Killing Claws!" The claws intertwined and tear out seven cracks, and each trace turned into a roaring tiger pounced towards the stick shadow.

"Boom boom boom boom--!"

Seven consecutive collisions shocked the Vientiane Island Protection Array to be destroyed. When the seventh evil spirit white tiger hit the iron rod, the red butt long wind tiger's mouth burst, and the star patterns on the stick body were extinguished one after another.

Bai Xuan took the opportunity to smash the soul into his chest with a tiger roar, and the sound waves directly penetrated his body and shocked the soul.

The long and red wind fell like a kite with broken strings, smashing the square out of a crater with a diameter of 100 meters. He struggled to stand up, but found that the meridians of all limbs were blocked by evil spirits.

"That's it?" Bai Xuan stepped on the iron rod with red buttocks and long wind, and tried his best to tread the spiritual treasure into a bend and deformed. He looked around the scene and said contemptuously: "No wonder he is willing to be a younger brother to the mouse."

Xiang Chen was sitting still and still, but the wine in the cup had condensed into ice crystals. When Bai Xuan's long sword pointed at his forehead, the spiritual energy of the entire island suddenly fell into a strange stillness.
Chapter completed!