Immortality Cultivation Era

Yue Xincheng took a deep breath and stood firm.

He raised his head and looked up, and at the same time, holding the arm of the dragon chopper, the twisting and bulging green bars looked like dragons.

"What does this kid want to do?" Xia Shengtang said in surprise.

"Hard steel." Gao Ge Shen Sheng said.

In the end, I met with Yue Xincheng for so many years.

He couldn't help but know what Yue Xincheng wanted to do.

Xia Shengtang coughed.

"Let's get started?"

"Do not worry." Gao Ge smiled.

"Huh?" Xia Shengtang froze for a moment, wondering, "Isn't that what you said before, as long as the situation is not good, shall we shoot immediately?"

"However, I think the current situation is not bad." Gao Ge calmly said.

Xia Shengtang: "..."

The thinking of young people is really hard to understand...

The man in white shirt standing on the treetop saw a sneer on his face when he saw Yue Xincheng's reaction at this moment, as if he had already won the victory.

The golden dragon fell at an extremely fast speed.

"I don't know what to do." The man in the white shirt patted his clothes and turned to look at Gao Ge.

With a triumphant smile on his face.

It seems to be telling Gao Ge in this way.

In this round, I won.

However, when he touched Gao Ge's gaze, he suddenly wrinkled his eyes.

The opponent slowly raised his hand.

then.

Put a middle finger on him.

"Is this mocking me?" The white shirt man murmured.

Then he turned his face and looked at Yue Xincheng.

He was surprised to find that the dragon chopper in Yue Xincheng was also coated with a silver awn at this moment.

"This is... knife gas?"

At this moment, the white shirt man's eyes were split.

"How can it be?"

Although he is not a swordsman, he is also clear in his heart that it is very difficult for a swordsman to condense his sword spirit.

Moreover, seeing the dragon-cutting sword in the hands of Yue Xincheng, he also felt a huge pressure.

This madness is extremely domineering.

"Give me down!"

With a loud cry from Yue Xincheng's mouth, he stepped on his feet violently, and his body rushed towards the sky.

Golden Dragon growled.

Yue Xincheng also roared.

"Boom".

The dragon-cutting knife held in Yue Xincheng's hand collided with that dragon soul.

At this moment, the picture seemed to be frozen.

One person, one dragon soul, just hang in the air.

A wave of qi, centered on the two, spread towards the surroundings.

The woods rustled, like mountains and rain coming.

at last.

The screen moved.

Yue Xincheng's body continued to pull upward.

The speed is extremely slow.

But they can clearly see that the expression on Yue Xincheng's face is gradually becoming untidy.

Everyone in Xingchenzong is looking at Yue Xincheng with incredible eyes.

Yuexin City at this moment is like a god of war.

Do not.

He is the God of War!

"Break me!"

Another scream.

Yue Xincheng speeded up.

That dragon soul is being swallowed by the dragon-cutting sword in the hands of Yue Xincheng.

"Stop, stop!"

The white shirt man screamed towards Yue Xincheng as if he were crazy.

Yue Xincheng was in vain.

Seeing the white shirt man rushing towards himself, Yue Xincheng sneered and speeded up again.

Finally, before the arrival of the white shirt man, he crushed the dragon soul directly.

The Dragon Soul did not dissipate, but turned into golden silk threads, dancing in the air, and finally, all merged into Yue Xincheng's hands that shimmered with silver awns, like Baichuan into the sea.

When the man in white shirt arrived, Yue Xincheng laughed, stepped on it, and stepped on the chest of the man in white shirt.

The two fell simultaneously from the sky.

The sound of "bang" hit the ground with a burst of dust.

Yue Xincheng lowered his head and looked at the man in white shirt who was stepped on his feet by himself.

"I said, you can't do it." Yue Xincheng said seriously.

White shirt man: "..."

He opened his mouth and vomited blood.

Yue Xincheng moved his feet away and weighed the dragon-cutting sword in his hand.

I always feel that this knife seems to be heavier.

"Boring." After he finished, he put away the dragon sword and looked at Gao Ge.

"Do you want to kill this person directly?"

Gao Ge walked up to him, stretched out his hand, and punched him in the chest.

"excellent."

Yue Xincheng laughed.

Beat the white shirt man.

Destroy the Dragon Soul.

For Yue Xincheng, there is no sense of accomplishment.

But when Gao Ge praised him so much, he was a little bit floating.

Everyone in Xiuxian Realm wants to become stronger.

Some people become stronger because they want to stop being controlled by others.

Some people become stronger to humiliate others.

Some people become stronger to protect those around them.

And Yue Xincheng.

He sharpened his head and wanted to improve his strength, in fact, the purpose has always been very simple.

Just thinking that one day, he can carry the dragon sword in his hand and stand beside Gao Ge, fighting side by side and advancing and retreating together.

Now, he is one step closer to the goal he set.

"You lost." Gao Ge walked to the man in the white shirt and said, "Look, although the deputy master of our Star Sect only has the guru realm, you are still not his opponent, not to mention the cultivation of the immortal guru. What about those?"

Wang Xiaofeng, who heard this, wanted to vomit blood.

He is also a cultivator of the Grand Master.

But the moment before the white shirt man let out the dragon soul, he felt a little bit chilled.

He was very clear in his heart, if the target of the Dragon Soul Impact was himself.

I am afraid that he will die miserably, even the first wave can not resist.

For the first time, he felt that there was such a big gap between guru and guru.

White shirt men are more depressed.

There are also several Grand Masters who died in his hands.

He didn't expect that this time he would lose to the master of a god-cultivator.

Not reconciled!

That sense of humiliation swept through like an undercurrent.

"Do you remember the previous gamble?" Gao Ge said.

"Ok?"

"We said yes before, as long as you lose, leave Xingchenzong, don't play the dragon and lion idea." Gao Ge said seriously.

The white shirt man laughed, and when he touched the corner of his mouth, blood spilled again.

"I guess if I won, you would definitely not say that. You will tell me that you did not agree."

"No." Gao Ge shook his head.

"You want to say, you are not such a person?" The white shirt man sneered.

"I mean, you won't win." Gao Ge said, "You think you can kill him? You're wrong, I keep staring at you."

"Shameless..." The white shirt man didn't know what to say at this moment.

Gao Ge is clearly a winner, but still talking about these rubbish.

Is it just to deliberately anger yourself?

"How about gambling, does it still work?"

"If I said, no?"

"Then you, go die." Gao Ge reached out his hand, grabbed the man in the white shirt, and lifted him from the ground, his eyes cold and indifferent.

At this moment, the white shirt man shivered.

He suddenly realized that standing in front of himself was the high song called the crap stick of Xiuxian Realm.

How many immortals, masters, died in his hands.

why……

He still thinks he is a good talker, and is the only person who promises to promise?