"Noisy." Meng Hao spoke lightly, not even looking at the fast-moving Changhong and the illusory big tripod. He raised his right hand on the storage bag and patted it, and a handful that seemed very simple appeared in his hand. Wooden sword.
Holding a wooden sword, he flicked his sleeves towards Changhong Dading!
The cut of the wooden sword directly cut a piece of training, the white light is overwhelming, and the ripples of emptiness reverberate in an instant, as if in this seemingly random sword, there is some kind of avenue, and the emptiness is twisted in the ripples. , As if years are like the wind, swept by.
When I met the coming Changhong, I touched a flying axe in Changhong. The years of the year turned into wind and rain. When it was swept away, the flying axe immediately appeared black spots, such as rusty spots, which spread out in an instant. His spiritual power was even more decayed. In the naked eye, the decayed signs of death appeared and fell directly to the ground.
The wind is still there, blowing through the illusory cauldron, the cauldron trembles and twists, as if the years of Jiazi are passing, but it is illusory, it can not last forever in the world, it seems like the illusory cauldron with infinite power, it disappears in a flash Come.
Until the wind fell on Motu Daozi Luo Chong's body, it passed gently, taking away the vitality of his skin, causing the exposed hands to appear wrinkles in an instant, making the face under the mask even more instantaneous. His old age has made him alive. At this moment, as if he was drawn for a long time, an indescribable sense of weakness directly surfaced in Luo Chong's heart, causing him to change his face like never before. The body trembles and spouts blood directly, and when he staggers back, his eyes are shocked and unbelievable.
"You..." His body was trembling, his complexion was pale, and when his skin was dry, his whole body was immediately thinned, and the mask on his face fell off at this moment, revealing a half-black white hair, revealing a face like an old man. There was still a ray of heroic aura on his face, but the stunned expression and the horrible gaze, but it was an instant that made the surroundings a dead silence.
The three green-faced monks stood up abruptly, and their eyes showed dignified light. The tens of thousands of southern monks around the earth immediately burst into bursts of inhalation after a short silence.
Another Taoist Xu Fei, her complexion changed drastically at this moment, her body stepped back subconsciously, her eyes frightened, and she suddenly looked at Meng Hao.
Wang Lihai and Han Shan said, they all took a deep breath, each of them dumbfounded, and their hearts roared.
This kind of magical power is enough to shock the world, from the beginning to the end, Meng Hao only made a sword!
The sword decayed the axe treasure, dissipated the magic tripod, and took away the years of Luo Chong's first time. All of this immediately turned into shock and buzzing.
"This is... what kind of magic is this!!"
"It's that sword, it should be the amazing magic power of that sword!"
"No wonder he dared to challenge Dan, who is he... He is wearing a green robe, could it be..."
With the roaring all around, Motu Daozi Luo Chong's body trembled, his expression mixed in amazement, and when his complexion became pale, Meng Hao flicked his sleeve and spoke lightly.
"Take your time, let you know that the sky is high and the earth is rich." After Meng Hao finished speaking, he didn't even look at the Motu Daozi, but instead looked at Wang Lihai and Han Shandao.
"Your current face is the real face, right that day, Wang Mou was convinced, but there will be another battle between you and me in the future!" Wang Lihai looked at Meng Hao, and said suddenly.
"The Faceless Man in Qingpao... I learned before going down." Yi Jianzong Han Shandao, also slowly spreading words, clasped his fists and bowed.
The words of the two of them immediately made the tens of thousands of people around the well quiet again in an instant, but this time the silence only lasted for a few breaths, and there was an earth-shattering buzzing uproar.
"What! He is the Faceless Man in Qingpao!"
"The Faceless Man in Qingpao, the amazing generation who has risen during this period, swept Tianjiao and crushed Daozi, it turned out to be him!!"
"No wonder he is going to challenge Dan, because he is the faceless man in Qingpao!!"
"I don't know which sect of the faceless man in Qingpao is the cultivator of, no matter which sect he is in, he should be a Daozi!"
The sound of uproar came and went one after another, with fiery eyes, they all looked at Meng Hao. During this period, the reputation of the Faceless Man in Qingpao was so great, and because of its mystery, almost no one knew about the monks in the western part of the Southern Territory. No one knows.
Luo Chong took a breath, and took a few steps back again. Before he came here, he had heard of the record of the Faceless Man in Qingpao. He had already regarded him as a strong enemy in his heart, but he did not expect that the person in front of him was originally It was the faceless man in Qingpao that made his heart bitter, and it was his own defeat.
This defeat was seen by all the tens of thousands of cultivators here. I am afraid that it will not be long before the whole misfortune will know that the Motu Daozi Luo Chong was wiped out with a sword.
"Three elders with blue faces, kill this person!" Luo Chong showed a sharp light in his eyes. When he backed away, he suddenly spoke amidst the buzzing of the cultivators around him. His voice was sharp, with a deep hatred. At that time, the eyes of the remaining two of the three green-faced cultivators flashed with murderous intent.
Meng Hao's expression remained the same, without the slightest change. He had anticipated this scene as early as when he chose to shoot. At this moment, it was almost as soon as Luo Chong's words fell that Meng Hao's voice came out again.
This time, I was speaking to the tens of thousands of monks in the Southern Territory here.
"Dear friends from the Southern Territory, Fang Mu, the master of Xia Ziyun, was ambushed by the repair of black soil in Huangling a year ago. Now the life and death of his companion master, alchemist Zhou Dekun, is unknown. Fang managed to escape by this lake. The external perception of the cultivation base has risen. Today’s battle is the enemy of that day. Please testify to all fellow Taoists in the Southern Territory!" As soon as Meng Hao’s words came out, they spread like thunder in all directions and fell into the ears of tens of thousands of people below. , Set off a monstrous roar.
"The main furnace alchemist... he... he is still the main furnace of Dandong lineage!!"
"Fang Mu, I remembered that more than a year ago in Dandong's line, he did indeed have a master furnace alchemist named Fang Mu!"
"He is Fang Mu, he is the main furnace alchemist!!" The tens of thousands of cultivators below were in an uproar again. They all looked at Meng Hao together, and their minds had already set off a shocking wave. The identity of the faceless man in Qingpao had already let them Shocked, but what shocked them even more at this moment was the four words Main Furnace Alchemist.
This was beyond their imagination, and they couldn't imagine such a person who overpowered Daozi as a master alchemist who also possessed a reputation and respect!
At this moment, it seemed that all the dazzling auras were condensed on Meng Hao in an instant, and everyone was watching!
"It's no wonder he challenged the heroes, but never killed anyone from the beginning to the end!"
"Master Fang Mu is for understanding, so he fights with others, but as an alchemy master, he has no enemies, so there is no murder, just for battle. This is my Southern Territory Alchemist, and this is my Southern Territory Tianjiao monk. !!!"
At the time of this uproar, Luo Chong's complexion changed drastically. He looked at Meng Hao blankly, his mind roared. Meng Hao's identity not only shook everyone, but also shook his mind.
Xu Fei beside him was also short of breath, looking at Meng Hao with incredibleness.
The three green-faced monks also looked gloomy one by one, except for the cultivation of emaciation, the other two frowned.
"Today's battle is a battle between Fang and this person. If an outsider intervenes, if Motu's other repairs participate, please stop by fellow Daoists in the Southern Territory!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strong murderous intent, and he looked at the thin green. Face person.
"The Kings of the Southern Territory, witness this battle, if someone interferes with the cultivation of Motu, it is that Motu is an enemy of my King's family!" Wang Lihai flashed his eyes and suddenly spoke.
"Sword Sect in the Southern Territory, witness this battle, if there is a second person in the cultivation of Motu, it will be the enemy of Sword Sect!"
"Southern Jinhanzong, witness this battle! If you dare to besiege the cultivation of Motu, Jinhanzong will be held accountable!"
"Southern Blood Demon Sect, witness this battle!"
"Southern Qingluo Sect, witness this battle!"
"Southern Song Family, witness this battle!"
"Southern..."
Voices continued to be heard from all directions. On the ground, there were tens of thousands of Southern Territory monks, no one sitting cross-legged anymore, but all stood up and looked at the Motu monks in mid-air with unkind intentions.
One by one family, one by one sect, all voices came out at this moment, and the voices merged together and turned into earth-shaking sound waves, blasting the sky and the earth, and the echoes were thunderous and lasting for a long time.
The monks here, although they are all foundation-building cultivators, are outstanding among countless sects and families in the Southern Territory. They may not be able to influence the choice of the sect, but they can influence the attitude of the sect, especially at this moment. Everyone uttered such words, which undoubtedly made Mo Tu's repair, as if being forced to a desperate situation.
A bad one can even cause another war between Southern Territory and Motu!
Luo Chong's complexion changed drastically, his body trembling, Xu Fei beside him was short of breath, and the people in black around him were extremely nervous, and their cultivation bases turned around.
The three green-faced men also changed their complexions.
"This matter is a private grievance between Yang and this little baby. It has nothing to do with others, and nothing to do with the whole Motu. Fang Mu Xiaowa, if you are looking for death, the old man will make you perfect!" The skinny green face repair, the face under the mask is gloomy , He stepped out during the words, and when the voice echoed, all the black soil repairs around him retreated one after another, leaving him and Meng Hao in mid-air for a while!
Here, it has become a battlefield for the two of them!
"You have deliberately created such a tomb. If Yang hasn't done you well, you will feel sorry for yourself." The green-faced monk spoke lightly, with a murderous intent in his eyes. When his right hand was raised, a pale yellow aura suddenly appeared outside his body. , It is his spirit!
This breath was tumbling and changing, and a sword was faintly transformed into it.
Meng Hao’s expression was solemn. This battle was of utmost importance to him. At this moment, his body not only revolves in his cultivation base, but also has a ray of invisible energy that is also turning, as if he is eager to grow stronger again with Meng Hao’s shot. Until it turns into a breath of impact on the cultivation base, this cultivation base breaks through.