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Ling Xuzi didn't know what it was, but he could see clearly the green leaf and the blood soul temple on the high platform.

Two rays of light, almost at the same time into Ling Xuzi's body, one is Zhang Xiaojian's soul sword, the other is broken soul needle.

The two men almost stood up at the same time. The ancestor of the blood soul Temple sent a message to the green leaf master and asked, "who is it?"

"Zhang Xiaojian" is said by Qingye Zun

The ancestor of the blood soul Temple nodded, and then his body relaxed.

Even when he heard about this man, he still felt that he was exaggerating. For such a young man, he didn't believe how much waves could be made.

However, just now I saw this boy's means, and indeed he had this skill. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to kill the talented disciple around Qingye Zun in an instant.

The green leaf venerable saw that the ancestor of the blood soul temple was sitting in the original position again, and his face was not good-looking.

Endure the heart of the head of the unhappy, squint eyes coldly looking at has been in front of Zhang Xiaojian.

However, the next second, the ancestral temple of blood soul stood up again, because behind Zhang Xiaojian, countless figures suddenly appeared in the sky.

Sha Hun Valley master, Xiaoqing, luohuasuifeng, Hongying, etc. the faces of these people look startling.

There are many young people who don't know. What's more, these young people are not low in their accomplishments. They exude amazing murderous spirit. You can see that there are not few people who die in their hands.

"You are all right, younger martial brother." A voice that made him feel particularly uncomfortable made him shake his body unconsciously. The speaker was no other than the fallen flowers who were regarded as crazy by the outside world.

"Isn't he crazy already?" The ancestor of the blood soul temple asked the green leaf venerable.

"I'm afraid it's a bloody battle today to ask what these things are about." Said the revered green leaf.

"It's not my place. It has nothing to do with me." The ancestor of the blood soul Temple laughed.

"You..." Qing Ye Zun's Qi almost vomited blood.

"Who said it has nothing to do with you. If I am not mistaken, you are the ancestor of the blood soul temple. Xuanyuan Lei, the leader of the magic sword sect, has already gone to the small world. I think they are lonely, and I will give you a ride next." Zhang Xiaojian is already near the high platform, looking coldly at the ancestor of the blood soul temple.

At this time, the master of Sha Soul Valley, the fallen flowers follow the wind, Xiaoqing, Hongying, 3000, Wanshan, these people actually surrounded Qingye Zun and looked at him with a kind of look at the dead.

The blood soul Temple ancestor's face suddenly became gloomy, and his whole body suddenly burst into red light. It turned out that there were no two women beside him. They turned into a ray of light. They were already in the air and were ready to leave.

Here, after all, is not his territory, but he is not willing to fight with opponents here.

However, he was wrong, because at the moment when he moved, Zhang Xiaojian was ready, and the golden light flashed, which blocked the way of the ancestor of the blood soul temple.

"I said that those who can't get along with me in Xuantian valley will die." Zhang Xiaojian said coldly, looking at the opposite person, did not start first.

At this time, in the distance, has been heard a violent explosion, bang bang bang bang sound, with countless ripples, rippling. It turns the disciples who are low in cultivation into a cloud of blood mist.

The fallen flowers follow the wind. The master of Sha Hun Valley has surrounded the green leaf Zun in the middle. All the moves are killing moves. In particular, the fallen flowers with the wind have already hated the green leaf Zun and wish that they could tear him to pieces in an instant.

In this way, the green leaf master is also gradually losing ground, only the ability to parry, not the ability to fight back.

Although the ancestor of the blood soul Temple tried his best to leave, he was entangled by Zhang Xiaojian and couldn't leave at all.

Damn it, the ancestor of the blood soul Temple cursed in his heart, which made him feel that he really underestimated the other party.

I took a look at the green leaf master's side and felt that the trend was gone. If I didn't leave now, I'm afraid there would be no chance.

The falling flowers follow the wind and the cultivation of the green leaf Zun is comparable. What's more, there is also the master of Sha Hun Valley, whose accomplishments are amazing. If it wasn't for the monster's bedding last time, plus the green leaf sect disciple who has lost his wisdom, I'm afraid they would have taken Xuantian Valley as a joke.

Now, the master of the evil spirit Valley has not only recovered his cultivation, but also made much better than before. If he doesn't escape, he will die.

Thinking of this, the ancestor of the blood soul Temple suddenly showed a dignified color. Then, the red light of his whole body suddenly condensed and formed a red axe.

The ax light floats, suddenly brings out the startling momentum, countless crescent shaped red light blades spread over the sky, like Zhang Xiaojian shrouded in the past.

Zhang Xiaojian was also surprised by his sudden change, because the crescent shaped light blade with strong spiritual pressure could not be underestimated.

The next second, Zhang Xiaojian's body suddenly appeared a vague shadow, which turned out to be a Xuanwu god beast. Then, the light in circles rippled and collided with the crescent light blade, sending out earth shaking sound.The ancestor of the blood soul Temple didn't mean to entangle with Zhang Xiaojian at all. His body had turned into a ray of light. He jumped onto a chariot and disappeared directly into the sky. Where the chariot passed, the void was twisted and the speed was amazing.

Zhang Xiaojian scolded fiercely. Then, the spirit power of the seven treasure lotus flowers rushed out. The next second, the thunder light floated under his feet, and he just chased after him with a kind of lightning speed.

"Three thousand, follow me and help." The master of Sha Soul Valley worried about Zhang Xiaojian alone and ordered.

Three thousand nodded and waved. Five hundred elite turned into light and followed Zhang Xiaojian tightly from behind.

The ancestor of the blood soul Temple looked back as he ran. At first, he still believed in the chariot under his feet. However, after a short time, his face changed, because he saw that Zhang Xiaojian, who was flashing under his feet, had already caught up from behind.

Damn it, the old ancestor of the blood soul temple was stunned and his face was a little ugly. Under the operation of spiritual power and the crazy Cui movement, the speed of the chariot was much faster.

Nevertheless, the distance with the back is getting closer and closer, and Zhang Xiaojian's appearance can be seen clearly.

"As I said, the only one who can't get through with Xuantian Valley is death." Zhang Xiaojian's voice is extremely cold. The ancestor of the temple of blood soul, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, was shocked.

The next second, the chariot suddenly stopped, blood soul Temple ancestor face with a determined color, looking at Zhang Xiaojian.