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Su Ye’s face showed a rare expression of eagerness.

There seemed to be black and purple lightning flashing in his eyes.

He had only seen such an appearance before when he was facing the previous abbot of Qingliang Temple, Master Mingjue.

His brother Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng, and Jin Gang were not surprised.

The vigorous sword light that confronted the pitch-black Buddha in the mountain was indeed extraordinary and heart-wrenching.

Without looking at the person, just looking at the sword intent, the identity was obvious.

Zhongtian Righteous Sword.

The head of the Sword Pavilion’s Five Heroes, the first disciple of the Sword Emperor, Si Huaifei.

Currently, he was the number one expert under the age of thirty in the righteous path of the Central Plains.

Along the way, he was steady and steady, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Even the intelligence network of the Demonic Sect and the Outsiders had basically acknowledged that this man had a chance of breaking through to the Martial Emperor Realm before the age of 30.

From the Martial King Realm to the Martial Emperor Realm, from the 12th

Realm to the 13th Realm, many experts had been stuck for their entire lives.

There were countless talented people who became famous at a young age, but in the end, they had no hope of becoming a Martial Emperor.

However, to Si Huaifei, that threshold seemed to be within his reach.

Moreover, it was not much different from the obstacles he had crossed before. As long as he advanced steadily, he would naturally succeed.

What attracted the most attention was the momentum that was getting stronger and stronger.

Ten years ago, five years ago, there were many peers who were better than him, but now it was difficult to catch up.

Zhang Tianheng recalled that when he was talking about the Five Heroes of the Sword Pavilion, he had a lower evaluation of the other four except for the Invisible Sword Xiang Ping. The Sect Master’s evaluation was biased.

Now that he thought about it, the reason was because of the Righteous Sword Si Huaifei.

The Cult Master was still as perceptive as a torch, and what he, Zhang Tianheng, said that day was a little too frivolous.

However, Si Huaifei had been able to walk steadily on this path, and it was all thanks to Xiang Ping secretly cutting through the thorns.

Thinking of this. Zhang Tianheng glanced at Su Ye from the corner of his eve.

If it wasn’t for the indulgence of the two generations of sect masters and the care of an elder brother who was worried to death at any time, this young master wouldn’t have been able to live to this day. It was hard to say if he could even live to adulthood…

But now, the five heroes of the Sword Pavilion had already been wiped out by their sect master, and only Si Huaifei was left standing in front of them.

Zhang Tianheng looked at it and nodded.

The Southern Expedition Demon Coalition Army’s war was not going well.

There were many ups and downs. His junior brothers either died or scattered.

Si Huai’s flying sword was still stable.

His sword intent was like the last pillar of the flood, unwavering and unyielding.

The pitch-black Buddha in the air stretched out its palm, and the world seemed to be hanging upside down.

The people from the Demonic Sect were not its targets. They were just watching from the side. Their minds were shaken, and their senses of the world were faintly confused.

This move of the Rulai Demon Palm’s Upside Down Bodhi was really well-practiced and was already at the level of perfection.

The palm of the buddha grabbed the mountain-like sword light.

It was as if he was grabbing a sharp blade with his bare hands.

Then, he tried to uproot the mountain formed by the sword light.

However, the ” mountain peak ” only shook slightly. It was not affected by this demonic palm that could turn the world upside down.

On the contrary, the light on the ” mountain ” shone brightly. The sword light that was not sharp but was absolutely hard expanded in all directions.

It was as if this ” mountain ” had suddenly become larger.

It forcefully pushed open the giant hand of the pitch-black Buddha that was picking up the stars and the moon.

The pitch-black Buddha could no longer hold onto this ‘mountain’.

On the contrary, the huge Buddha palm seemed to be shattering under the impact of the sword light.

The sword light did not retreat in the face of the attack of Tathagata’s demonic palm, but after repelling the Buddhist palm, it did not pursue. Instead, it took the initiative to retreat.

Although they were retreating, their formation was stable and did not reveal any openings, not giving the enemy any chance to take advantage of them.

At the same time, two clouds, one white and one black, gathered and formed a Tai Chi pattern.

It was Liu Yunzi, the current sect master of Taiyi Daoist Sect, who was helping Si Huaifei.

They also noticed the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage flying over from afar. On the imperial carriaze, Old Shou said softly, ” Cult Master, there’s no trace of the Sword Emperor. I don’t know if he’s hiding somewhere or if he went to the First Chief and Emperor Xia. ‘

“It doesn’t matter where.” Chen Luoyang leaned back in his seat with an indifferent expression. He looked at Su Ye and said, “”lf you want to practice, go ahead.”

Su Ye immediately cheered and disappeared from the hall.

Then, in front of the mountain formed by the sword light, a black-purple ferocious dragon suddenly appeared and collided heavily with it!

The mountain shook violently like never before.

However, it was not pierced through or collapsed. It still stood firmly.

Si Huaifei didn’t fight back in a fit of rage. He calmly stabilized his position and retreated.

Behind the ‘mountain’, a group of Taiyi Daoist Sect disciples hurriedly shifted their positions.

Liu Yunzi stepped forward and helped Si Huaifei to stop Su Ye from pressing forward.

After the black and purple pheasant appeared, the pitch-black Buddha stopped attacking.

Streams of dark air currents dissipated, revealing a haggard black-robed old man.

The old man looked coldly at Hei Ziwu, then turned his head to look at the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage that was approaching from the horizon.

He stood there silently for a moment, then his body rose and boarded the imperial carriage.

“Greetings, Cult Master.” The black-robed elder bowed slightly.

Chen Luoyang looked at him calmly.

This time, he didn’t need the other party to introduce himself. He could match the person to his name.

Not to mention the fact that he had already heard from the Fifth Elder Tan Yunsheng who the Righteous Sword Si Huaifei’s opponent was, it was obvious from the black-robed elder’s previous attack.

In the Demon Cult, other than the Cult Master and the First Chief, who were two Martial Emperors, there was only one person who could cultivate the

Tathagata Demon Palm to such an extent.

The Second Elder of the Senate,”Mo Mituo” Yan Zhao.

The Demon Cult’s previous Vermillion Bird Palace Hall Chief was familiar with all thirty-six secret impartation techniques.

After that, he only studied the Buddha’s Palm and ignored all the other ultimate arts and secret impartation.

His attainments in the supreme technique, the Tathagata Demon Palm, could be said to be at the pinnacle of perfection.

Truthfully speaking, if the Cult Master and the First Head were placed in the same realm as him, their attainments in the martial arts of the Tathagata Devil’s Palm would most likely not be as profound as his.

The disciples of the Demon Monk’s lineage were even weaker than those of

Yanzhao.

Su Ye, Chen Chuhua, Wang Fei, Yan Zhao, and Wang Mofeng were the five Martial King Realm experts in the Demonic Sect. They formed the second echelon of the Demonic Sect. However, they were usually divided into two factions, the elder and the young, which had a lot of conflicts.

Based on the current situation that Chen Luoyang had grasped, Chen Chuhua was always away, Wang Mofeng was used to lazing around, and Su Ye was not in tune. It was fine if these three people were here.

Yanzhao and Wang Fei were at loggerheads.

One was young and arrogant, and he looked down on everyone, especially the elders of the sect.

The other was the core of the Elder Faction and the most staunch supporter of the First President.

The argument between the two had become a daily program in the cult. There was a small argument every three days and a big argument every five days.

Chen Luoyang wasn’t in the mood to care about these things.

“Where’s Wang Jian?” he asked indifferently..