Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"stop."

Fan Qinghui shook his head and blocked her.

Seeing this scene, the old woman froze for a moment, then her heart turned cold, and she let out a stern and desperate smile.

Immediately, he cursed: "Rebel, what do you want to do? Do you want to help this lowly maidservant and bully Master."

"metropolitan."

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai felt their scalps go numb, they were not at all the same person as the master in their impression.

If she could break out of the pressure of the Qingfeng Sword, the old woman would probably be the first to kill Fan Qinghui, the suzerain of Cihang Jingzhai.

"Sect Master Fan, please think twice before you act. Your every move is related to the life and death of Cihang Jingzhai."

The corner of the maid in white raised her mouth, revealing a bright smile.

"Disciple Fan Qinghui, ask the patriarch to protect the mountain gate, and the soldiers will leave."

Fan Qinghui struggled inwardly, finally gritted his teeth and made a decision, clasped his hands together, spoke in a deep voice, and said to the old woman.

Between the Zongmen and the old woman, Fan Qinghui chose the Zongmen, and she could only choose the Zongmen, because she was the Suzerain of Cihang Jingzhai.

All of a sudden, the entire Di Ta Peak, except for the white-clothed maid, was in shock and could not recover for a long time.

The old woman who was the first to come to her senses had red eyes, a murderous intent, and gritted her teeth, wishing to devour Fan Qinghui alive.

Stimulating true energy, he slammed into the Qingfeng sword, but was knocked out of the mortal world, dripping blood all over his body.

"Sovereign..."

All the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai burst into tears, and it was hard to believe that these words came from the mouth of their suzerain.

"If the ancestors don't fight, my Cihang Jingzhai's thousand-year foundation will be destroyed right now."

Fan Qinghui gritted his teeth: "I also ask the ancestors to fast for Cihang, and leave on their own."

The old woman hadn't been out of the mountain gate for a long time, and she didn't know the majesty of the green bamboo sword god. Relying on her land god and fairyland cultivation base, she didn't pay attention to him.

However, Fan Qinghui knew that the Land of Gods and Wonderland was regarded as the most powerful person in the Kyushu martial arts, but in front of the green bamboo sword god, he was no different from an ant.

If the old woman doesn't give up, she will drag Cihang Jingzhai to bury her with her. This is absolutely unacceptable to Fan Qinghui.

Between the old woman and Cihang Jingzhai, she could only choose Cihang Jingzhai, and she would not hesitate to bear the infamy for this.

Convincing himself, Fan Qinghui's eyes were clear, and he looked straight at the old woman who was suppressed by the Qingfeng sword, and shouted: "Disciple Fan Qinghui, please send the ancestors to the west."

"Disciple asks the ancestors to go west."

Concubine Shixuan's eyes were red, she also cupped her fists and bowed. After saying this, after a moment of silence, all the disciples in Cihang Jingzhai made a decision.

If the old women don't die, they are the ones who die.

"Disciple asks the ancestors to go west."

A disciple knelt down with sobs, and kowtowed heavily to the old woman.

"The disciple asks the ancestor to protect the mountain gate, and the soldiers go west."

Another disciple of Cihang Jingzhai knelt down and said with tears in his eyes.

"Disciple asks the ancestors to go west."

More and more disciples knelt down, and one after another, the voices of respectfully begging the ancestors to go west gathered together and echoed up and down Di Ta Peak, deafeningly deafening, and lasted for a long time.

The sky and the earth trembled, and the wind and snow were endless. Looking at the entire Cihang Jingzhai, all the disciples from top to bottom were begging for help.

The old woman let out a lunatic laugh, like a Shura Yaksha about to step into hell.

This laughter is full of despair, unwillingness, and sorrow.

She is the ancestor of Cihang Jingzhai, who has protected this sect for hundreds of years, but now she is begged to die by her disciples and grandchildren.

What desolation, what irony is this?

The old woman's Dao heart was broken, and the laughter fell on the ears of all the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai. They felt extra ashamed, and they buried their heads on the ground and wept secretly.

After a long time, the laughter disappeared, and the last bit of strength in the old woman's body was drained, forcing an ugly smile out of her wrinkled face, looking at the disciples up and down Di Ta Peak.

Said: "It is the ancestor who is sorry for you, it is the ancestor who is too afraid of death, so he dare not fight."

Immediately, the old woman's eyes fell on Fan Qinghui, and she said: "You are right, the sect is the most important thing, it is my ancestor who did not do well."

Immediately lost his mind, he shook his head and said with a sad smile: "The ancestor will be dismissed now, and protect the mountain gate, Paul and others."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. The next moment, a terrifying breath burst out of his body.

The aura of the old woman's land sword fairyland was rising steadily, and soon broke through the limit, and the rolling river of sword aura soared into the sky, reaching eight hundred feet into the sky, shaking the entire Kyushu.

"Respectfully send the old Zu west."

Fan Qinghui's eyes were red.

"Respectfully send the old Zu west."

"Respectfully send the old Zu west."

The disciples of Cihang Jingzhai cried like pear blossoms and rain. 2.4

"It's another terrestrial fairyland soldier solution."

Xin Jianqing, Prime Minister of Wu Zhou, stood in the prime minister's mansion with his hands behind his back in Shendu, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Cihang Jingzhai.

The aura of the Land Sword Fairyland that burned life and forcibly raised was too terrifying, mighty and mighty, and the mighty sword aura spread throughout the Kyushu martial arts.

"What happened today?"

Xin Jianqing frowned, with a dignified expression: "First, there were two terrestrial gods from the Buddhist sect, and now there is another terrestrial deity, Bingjie. Could it be that there is an ominous sign in heaven and earth?"

Xin Jianqing muttered to himself.

In front of Emperor Stepping Peak

At the request of countless disciples of Cihang Jingzhai, the old woman began to dissipate. When her aura climbed to the extreme, it began to decline, and the fortune of fate in the land fairyland quickly dissipated.

The old woman opened her eyes, her pupils lost their spirit, their pupils were turbid and turbulent, and her body kept aging.

Looking at these cloudy eyes, every disciple of Cihang Jingzhai saw resentment and hatred in them.

Fan Qinghui and the old woman looked at each other for a moment, then turned their heads away, as if being hit by a sledgehammer in the chest, the blood flowed backwards, the true energy was agitated, and almost went mad.

"Jie Jie"

The old woman let out two sinister laughs at the end, and then the life force on her body was exhausted, and her life span was also taken out.

The heaven-penetrating coercion dissipated completely, and the torn snow gathered again, covering Dita Peak in a vast expanse of whiteness.

The old woman sat cross-legged, her body was withered, her eyes were wide open, her appearance was really hideous and terrifying.

The white-clothed maid's sleeves fluttered, and the Qingfeng sword hanging above the old woman's head vibrated, turning into a ray of blue light and flying towards the sky above Dita Peak, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Within a hundred years, all disciples of Cihang Jingzhai will not be allowed to enter the Land of Gods and Immortals, and those who violate it will die."

After finishing speaking, the maid turned around and walked away through the wind and snow, leaving only Cihang Jingzhai in a mess.

All the disciples looked at the old woman with wide eyes, but none of them dared to step forward.