Chapter 269 A Saint Can Be Slashed While Holding a Sword
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Shi Ba Ban Wu Yi
"Little Golden Fairy, what are you doing here!"
Kunpeng sneered.
The next moment, the figure flew out, and in the blink of an eye, it had already landed in front of this person. On Kunpeng's body, there was endless arrogance, and in an instant, mountains fell and the ground cracked.
Between Bei Ming, endless flames rose up, covering the surroundings, and instantly wrapped the person in it.
The man frowned slightly, and his gray robe was messed up by the breath.
But that person's expression didn't show the slightest panic, he just looked towards the land of the Northern Darkness, the place of extreme cold.
"I don't want to bother you, I don't know about it, I just passed by here, out of curiosity, so I want to step inside and explore it."
The old man in gray robe responded softly.
The voice is neither humble nor overbearing.
The momentum around him was still that of a golden fairy, and he didn't have the slightest timidity when facing Kunpeng. While speaking, his eyes continued to look towards the extremely cold place.
As if searching for something.
Seeing this, Kunpeng frowned slightly, and endless doubts arose in his eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Kunpeng sneered, and when he spoke, there were waves of waves, his aura was majestic, and there was an endless cold light all over his body, which was constantly flickering.
But the person named endlessly frowned.
"I don't know what your Excellency means, why should I be afraid!"
The chattering voice was extremely indifferent, and while speaking, he even took a few steps forward.
At this moment, above his body, there is still only the cultivation base of a golden immortal. Facing the majestic Kunpeng who swallowed mountains and rivers with arrogance, there is only endless indifference in his eyes.
It seemed that Kunpeng was a little curious.
He also seemed to feel that there was no slight difference between his own cultivation base and Kunpeng's.
"Oh? Are you from the Pingmen?"
When Kunpeng saw this, he didn't explode immediately, but felt that this person was a little weird in his heart, so he couldn't help but speak.
Because in his eyes.
In today's world, there are only people from the Pingmen who dare to act recklessly like this. How can ordinary people be so indifferent when facing themselves? All of these are unscientific.
He shook his head slightly endlessly.
"No, I'm just a casual cultivator!"
He kept responding slightly, but his eyes were always gazing at the extremely cold place.
At this moment, his expression was mostly indifferent, staring at the area not far away, without looking at Kunpeng.
But the more he was like this, the more weird Kunpeng felt.
"You must be a member of the Pingmen!!"
Kunpeng emphasized one side again, because in his opinion, only people from the Pingmen dare to act recklessly like this. If not, who else would have such boldness.
A casual cultivator?
He didn't believe it.
After all, he has a fierce reputation as Kunpeng.
In the entire prehistoric world, although it is not ranked first, it is definitely in the top ten.
Under such a vicious name, if a little golden fairy can still have such an attitude, things here are already abnormal.
"What flat door, I've never heard of it, I'm really just a casual cultivator!"
Chatting again, he responded with a light smile.
"In that case, haven't you heard of this deity?"
Kunpeng sneered again and again, and when he opened his mouth, there were waves of waves. In an instant, the sea of darkness in the north was full of waves.
"No, I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first. Please forgive me if I bother you!"
He chuckled endlessly in response.
The next moment, ignoring Beiming who was rolling around, he walked slowly, and walked in and out not far away.
The movements are leisurely and extremely poised.
"court death!!!"
When Kunpeng saw this, he couldn't help but let out a roar, his voice mingled with endless anger.
Originally tried many times, but was ignored by this old man named Chuanxiu. Now that he understands that Chuanxiu is not a member of the Pingmen, naturally he will not let him go easily.
During the whistling, the regrown wings behind him opened at this moment, and they rushed towards the endless direction.
At this moment, he turned into a Giant Peng.
Between the spread of the wings, there is a thousand miles of sky, all of which are covered.
However, the endless chatter was also aware of Kunpeng's aura.
He just frowned slightly, and there were bursts of doubt in his eyes.
"You guy, I didn't provoke you, so why do you want to compete with me?"
As he spoke endlessly, endless doubts arose in his expression.
The next moment, at some point in his hand, he had already taken out a long sword, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Kunpeng who came to kill him.
At this moment.
Facing the menacing Kunpeng, he did not show the slightest timidity.
There was even a trace of disdain in his eyes.
The next moment, the long sword in his hand flew out, plain and simple!
"Shh!"
There was a sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed.
follow closely.
When he saw half of Kunpeng's wings, it was cut off in an instant, and the endless boundless divine light turned into a stream of light and fell into the sky at this moment.
Sheath the blade,
The chattering old man didn't turn around, let alone look at Kunpeng, and walked away slowly.
During this time, he was still just an old man in the Golden Wonderland.
Kunpeng froze in place, not knowing what happened, his whole body was still trembling slightly.
"This... what's going on?? Why is this happening??"
Kunpeng was shocked.
At this moment, he found that he seemed to be ignorant of the affairs of the world.
A golden immortal old man, facing his quasi-sage peak cultivation base, cut off his wings with a simple sword strike.
He had never heard of such a thing, but now that he thought about it, he still had lingering fears in his heart, and even felt that it was a bit too unbelievable.
"This……"
"This……"
Kunpeng froze in place, not knowing what to say for a long time. At this moment, he looked at the back of the old man holding the sword, and there was only endless fear in his eyes.
The old man did not act cruelly.
Otherwise, under that sword, he would definitely die.
However, how could a junior of the Golden Immortal have such a majestic sword energy.
It would be no exaggeration to say that that sword was comparable to a blow from a saint. Kunpeng saw such a thing in his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more turbulent it became.
Can't understand, let alone think.
At this moment, there was still sword energy around him.
He could even feel that it was just the simplest sword energy.
But, how can that kind of sword energy kill his own wings?
Think for a long time.
Kunpeng still couldn't find the reason.
When he wanted to take a look at the restless old man again, he found that, at some point, the old man had quietly disappeared before his eyes.
Even though he exhausted his eyes and wanted to find it out of the vast crowd, he found that he no longer had that ability.
Come without a trace, go without a trace.
While holding a sword, a saint can be beheaded!
This is the impression that this Jinxian left on Kunpeng.
Kunpeng sneered.
The next moment, the figure flew out, and in the blink of an eye, it had already landed in front of this person. On Kunpeng's body, there was endless arrogance, and in an instant, mountains fell and the ground cracked.
Between Bei Ming, endless flames rose up, covering the surroundings, and instantly wrapped the person in it.
The man frowned slightly, and his gray robe was messed up by the breath.
But that person's expression didn't show the slightest panic, he just looked towards the land of the Northern Darkness, the place of extreme cold.
"I don't want to bother you, I don't know about it, I just passed by here, out of curiosity, so I want to step inside and explore it."
The old man in gray robe responded softly.
The voice is neither humble nor overbearing.
The momentum around him was still that of a golden fairy, and he didn't have the slightest timidity when facing Kunpeng. While speaking, his eyes continued to look towards the extremely cold place.
As if searching for something.
Seeing this, Kunpeng frowned slightly, and endless doubts arose in his eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Kunpeng sneered, and when he spoke, there were waves of waves, his aura was majestic, and there was an endless cold light all over his body, which was constantly flickering.
But the person named endlessly frowned.
"I don't know what your Excellency means, why should I be afraid!"
The chattering voice was extremely indifferent, and while speaking, he even took a few steps forward.
At this moment, above his body, there is still only the cultivation base of a golden immortal. Facing the majestic Kunpeng who swallowed mountains and rivers with arrogance, there is only endless indifference in his eyes.
It seemed that Kunpeng was a little curious.
He also seemed to feel that there was no slight difference between his own cultivation base and Kunpeng's.
"Oh? Are you from the Pingmen?"
When Kunpeng saw this, he didn't explode immediately, but felt that this person was a little weird in his heart, so he couldn't help but speak.
Because in his eyes.
In today's world, there are only people from the Pingmen who dare to act recklessly like this. How can ordinary people be so indifferent when facing themselves? All of these are unscientific.
He shook his head slightly endlessly.
"No, I'm just a casual cultivator!"
He kept responding slightly, but his eyes were always gazing at the extremely cold place.
At this moment, his expression was mostly indifferent, staring at the area not far away, without looking at Kunpeng.
But the more he was like this, the more weird Kunpeng felt.
"You must be a member of the Pingmen!!"
Kunpeng emphasized one side again, because in his opinion, only people from the Pingmen dare to act recklessly like this. If not, who else would have such boldness.
A casual cultivator?
He didn't believe it.
After all, he has a fierce reputation as Kunpeng.
In the entire prehistoric world, although it is not ranked first, it is definitely in the top ten.
Under such a vicious name, if a little golden fairy can still have such an attitude, things here are already abnormal.
"What flat door, I've never heard of it, I'm really just a casual cultivator!"
Chatting again, he responded with a light smile.
"In that case, haven't you heard of this deity?"
Kunpeng sneered again and again, and when he opened his mouth, there were waves of waves. In an instant, the sea of darkness in the north was full of waves.
"No, I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first. Please forgive me if I bother you!"
He chuckled endlessly in response.
The next moment, ignoring Beiming who was rolling around, he walked slowly, and walked in and out not far away.
The movements are leisurely and extremely poised.
"court death!!!"
When Kunpeng saw this, he couldn't help but let out a roar, his voice mingled with endless anger.
Originally tried many times, but was ignored by this old man named Chuanxiu. Now that he understands that Chuanxiu is not a member of the Pingmen, naturally he will not let him go easily.
During the whistling, the regrown wings behind him opened at this moment, and they rushed towards the endless direction.
At this moment, he turned into a Giant Peng.
Between the spread of the wings, there is a thousand miles of sky, all of which are covered.
However, the endless chatter was also aware of Kunpeng's aura.
He just frowned slightly, and there were bursts of doubt in his eyes.
"You guy, I didn't provoke you, so why do you want to compete with me?"
As he spoke endlessly, endless doubts arose in his expression.
The next moment, at some point in his hand, he had already taken out a long sword, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Kunpeng who came to kill him.
At this moment.
Facing the menacing Kunpeng, he did not show the slightest timidity.
There was even a trace of disdain in his eyes.
The next moment, the long sword in his hand flew out, plain and simple!
"Shh!"
There was a sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed.
follow closely.
When he saw half of Kunpeng's wings, it was cut off in an instant, and the endless boundless divine light turned into a stream of light and fell into the sky at this moment.
Sheath the blade,
The chattering old man didn't turn around, let alone look at Kunpeng, and walked away slowly.
During this time, he was still just an old man in the Golden Wonderland.
Kunpeng froze in place, not knowing what happened, his whole body was still trembling slightly.
"This... what's going on?? Why is this happening??"
Kunpeng was shocked.
At this moment, he found that he seemed to be ignorant of the affairs of the world.
A golden immortal old man, facing his quasi-sage peak cultivation base, cut off his wings with a simple sword strike.
He had never heard of such a thing, but now that he thought about it, he still had lingering fears in his heart, and even felt that it was a bit too unbelievable.
"This……"
"This……"
Kunpeng froze in place, not knowing what to say for a long time. At this moment, he looked at the back of the old man holding the sword, and there was only endless fear in his eyes.
The old man did not act cruelly.
Otherwise, under that sword, he would definitely die.
However, how could a junior of the Golden Immortal have such a majestic sword energy.
It would be no exaggeration to say that that sword was comparable to a blow from a saint. Kunpeng saw such a thing in his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more turbulent it became.
Can't understand, let alone think.
At this moment, there was still sword energy around him.
He could even feel that it was just the simplest sword energy.
But, how can that kind of sword energy kill his own wings?
Think for a long time.
Kunpeng still couldn't find the reason.
When he wanted to take a look at the restless old man again, he found that, at some point, the old man had quietly disappeared before his eyes.
Even though he exhausted his eyes and wanted to find it out of the vast crowd, he found that he no longer had that ability.
Come without a trace, go without a trace.
While holding a sword, a saint can be beheaded!
This is the impression that this Jinxian left on Kunpeng.
