Chapter 39

　Above the void, Xiaguang Abbot, and in the Wanwan Xiaguang, stood a figure.

　　When Lin Wanyan saw this, her eyes suddenly lit up. It was her master who came.

　　At this moment, Qingxuan Sword Saint's aura enveloped Wang Long.

　　The intense pressure made his bones sizzle.

　　Wang Long was immediately unable to move, he could only grit his teeth and glared angrily at Sword Saint Qingxuan.

　　It really is one thing.

　　Wang Long, who was just now, relied on the support of four powerful shrines behind him, which can be said to be daring.

　　But now that he saw the saint, he was so oppressed that he couldn't move.

　　No matter how talented he is and how brilliant he is, in the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain.

　　"A mere scatter, do you want to be my enemy in Futian Holy Land?"

　　Wang Long endured the enormous pressure and shouted angrily.

　　"An enemy of the Holy Land?"

　　"I didn't plan on that, but..."

　　"If someone is disrespectful to my disciple, I don't mind dismantling his bones!"

　　As he said that, he slightly increased his aura.

　　Wang Long groaned.

　　"If you insist on interfering in this matter, don't blame me for being unreasonable in Futian Holy Land!"

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan cast a disapproving look.

　　"reason?"

　　"Has your Holy Land ever taught the truth?"

　　"In your eyes, I'm afraid that what you want is what you call the truth?"

　　"After so many years, I still don't know your urine sex?"

　　"Playing for the tiger, bullying the weak, this is the consistent style of your Holy Land."

　　Everyone was shocked when they saw it.

　　Is this the power of a saint?

　　Even a holy place dared to challenge it.

　　What happened tonight was unpredictable.

　　I thought that the Taihang Sword Sect would not be able to eat tonight and walked away.

　　As everyone knows, the Qingxuan Sword Saint came in time to solve the urgent need.

　　But at this moment, above the sky, a palm shadow suddenly hit, aiming directly at Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan glanced.

　　With a flick of his sleeves, this sneak attack was easily defused.

　　"How dare you disrespect my Holy Land in a mere stray cultivator?"

　　"Is it because our Holy Land has not asked about world affairs for a long time, and thinks that our Holy Land can provoke it at will?"

　　Under the stars, in the void.

　　I don't know when there was another man.

　　This man has a high nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows flying diagonally into the few strands of black hair under the corners of his temples.

　　His handsome profile and facial contours are impeccable, and his eagle-eyed black pupils seem to have boundless stars in his eyes.

　　With purple and gold luxurious clothes, the temperament is even more elegant and majestic.

　　Zongzhi is a handsome and handsome young man, looking up at the blue sky with his white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.

　　One could even describe the man as such.

　　Seeing this, Wang Long seemed to have changed his personality at this moment.

　　There is no longer the indomitable attitude of the past.

　　Instead, it was like a bullied child who suddenly saw his elder and wanted to seek shelter from his elder.

　　"Big brother!"

　　"help me!"

　　After he finished speaking, he was violently oppressed by the momentum of Sword Saint Qingxuan, and then groaned again.

　　Wang Long called his big brother?

　　Does that mean that this man is the Holy Son of Futian Holy Land?

　　How could he be here?

　　Everyone was in shock.

　　Even Sword Saint Qingxuan's eyes moved slightly.

　　If the Holy Son of Futian Holy Land is here, the old guy from Canjian must be nearby.

　　Zhang Yueshan and Li Xunyang both showed awe in their eyes. In their hearts, they both respect the Son of God as if they were God.

　　On the other hand, Yu Lianxiang showed a special expression.

　　This is the Holy Son of Futian Holy Land,

Really different.

　　That handsome appearance was so perfect that even a woman would be jealous.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　"It turned out to be Holy Son Futian."

　　"Who am I to dare to attack a saint with the cultivation of a shrine."

　　Holy Son Futian looked calm, even if it was a saint on the opposite side, his expression was still meticulous.

　　"Whoa!"

　　Holy Son Futian opened the fan in his hand, leisurely and graceful.

　　"Yes, I am the contemporary Holy Son of Futian Holy Land, Wang Yan!"

　　"Let him go, and treat it as a face for me."

　　"Let's end today's business!"

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan disagreed, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

　　coldly.

　　"Speaking rudely to my disciple and humiliating him in public."

　　"What do you think, if it were you, how would you feel?"

　　The majesty of the Holy Land cannot be violated.

　　The majesty of a sage is also not to be violated. To insult his disciple is to insult him equally.

　　As a saint, you should have the dignity you should have.

　　"Do you really insist on doing this?"

　　"it is good!"

　　Wang Yan closed the fan in his hand, and his eyes became indifferent.

　　Then, he raised his hand.

　　"Wang Long, see clearly, today I will teach you how to use this Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror!"

　　The voice just fell.

　　The Futian Fengxian Mirror, which was originally hanging not far behind Wang Long, suddenly vibrated violently and made a humming sound.

　　In an instant, the mirror just reflected the appearance of Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　At this time, everyone has an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, which is a feeling that makes people feel like they are in an ancient times.

　　Then the spiritual light flashed, and a white light shone out, like a falling star that day, destroying the dry and rotten, and all the white light passed through was dust.

　　The entire space trembled, as if the space had collapsed.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan's eyes were slightly startled, this is...

　　Super holy weapon! ! !

　　Watching that Yaobai Xuanmang keep approaching him.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan raised his hand and pointed.

　　Before a sword arrives, Hanmang arrives first.

　　Boom!

　　Muffled thunder was flowing in the void.

　　It caused lightning and thunder in all directions, and the wind howled.

　　After one blow, the Qingxuan Sword Saint stood still.

　　It was just that the clothes were rattled by the wind.

　　On the other hand, it was Wang Yan, who kept his original posture, but stopped after being shaken back several hundred meters away.

　　The two only briefly fought each other.

　　Judgment high and low.

　　You must know that the realm of saints is several big realms higher than the realm of the shrine.

　　How could Wang Yan be the opponent of Qingxuan Sword Saint?

　　But at this time, there was no trace of depression on Wang Yan's face, instead the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

　　This scene made many people think that this Holy Son of Futian was beaten up by Sword Saint Qingxuan.

　　Falling in the wind, you can still laugh?

　　But the next moment, it will subvert everyone's cognition.

　　In that Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror, Qingxuan Sword Saint was reflected, and suddenly there was a twist.

　　"Do you know why this mirror is called Futian Fengxian Jing?"

　　Wang Yan's smile became more and more sinister.

　　Immediately afterwards, everything reflected in the mirror was shattered!

　　Mirror Broken Void!

　　The real Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror can seal immortals and break immortals!

　　Of course, this is just an imitation.

　　Although it is far from the power of the real Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror.

　　But not to be underestimated.

　　The reflection in the mirror shattered.

　　at the same time.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan felt an inexplicable sense of crisis welling up in his heart.

　　Immediately afterwards, with the Qingxuan Sword Saint as the center, the radius of ten feet was also like a mirror, and it shattered! ! !

　　This Futian Sealing Immortal Mirror has such a mysterious usage.

　　It also surprised everyone present.

　　And many people are sweating for Qingxuan Sword Saint.

　　This Qingxuan Sword Saint, shouldn't it be so cold?