Chapter 2070 (1/2)

As the son of taixuan, the great sage of Taiqing is destined to leave a thick ink and heavy color in today's era.

As the saying goes, things in the past cannot be traced, and things in the future are unpredictable. As he said enthusiastically in Fengxin city before, only he, and only these monks who stand in the void outside the sky and have complex faces, can represent the abnormal era after the destruction of the fairy palace!

However, even if this era is deformed, it is also an era for everyone at present. It should also be loved and changed as much as possible.

There is no doubt that Taiqing Dasheng is the person who integrates this love and responsibility into his bones.

Who doesn't admire the existence of such essence?

Outside Nanxian gate, the gasification of Taiqing is a tumbling torrent, rolling forward again, but different from before, the cyan torrent at this time still has a continuous stream of dazzling blood.

At the same time when the leader of the Taiqing sect wielded his sword, his back was also on the verge of being broken. The sky punishment thunder, which belonged to the will of heaven, condensed directly backward, and then the dazzling white light outlined a vague figure inward.

The will of heaven turned into thunder and separated from the body, which means that the great sage of Taiqing completely restored his control over himself, and the latter's eyes completely restored the once blue color in an instant.

But the next moment, there was a slight undetectable fluctuation in the green eyes of the great sage of Taiqing, because he could clearly hear that there was a sound like firecrackers in his body, which was spreading out.

”Crackling.”

Then the left arm of the Taiqing patriarch waved his sword, and pieces of regular skin fell off one after another. Then the Taiqing patriarch with wrinkled eyebrows held the sword and withdrew his hand, trying to stab a sword forward, but the action stopped halfway, turned from stabbing to cutting, and blasted a crescent upward.

At the next moment, above the Nanxian gate, DQ imperial Qi Purple Dragon opened its mouth and spewed down a magnificent imperial Qi dragon breath again. Then, the dragon breath flashed at each other in Taiqing, directly above the Nanxian gate, forming a chaotic sea of purple and cyan.

”Boom!”

Under the earth shaking sound, the leader of Taiqing sect, who had only one arm, suddenly turned to make up for the gap left by the loss of his right arm. However, under this crape myrtle Zhoutian array, Zhao Yu is undoubtedly the Supreme Master.

Therefore, after a moment, the right side of the middle-aged man whose green hair exploded outward opened silently. Then Zhao Yu, who danced in black and gold imperial robes, stepped out with his lips.

At the same time, the wooden sword in the young emperor's hand suddenly began to burn the fire of crape myrtle, and the purple flame on the sword not only has the unparalleled power of the emperor, but also has the power to erase everything.

”Ancient taboo magic power. Crape myrtle Yan blade!”

Under Yan Ren's magic power, the wooden sword in Zhao Yu's hand, which was originally only the length of an adult's forearm, suddenly soared because of the purple flame, and then he cut it off without any fancy towards the Taiqing saint who had a pause in front of him.

”Broken.”

In the face of this incomparably powerful Yan blade magic power, the Taiqing patriarch who lost his right arm was born in the back hand. Under such a situation, he had only one way to deal with it.

Blast the sword.

Therefore, the great sage of Taiqing did not hesitate to open his own hand and exchange the blue long sword with his right arm!

After a flash, the Taiqing Qi, one of the three supreme Qi, once again shone out in the sight of everyone outside the sky.

Then the vast rules of the Taiqing Dynasty rose into the sky and turned into a rolling blue streamer of the Taiqing Taoist lotus. Even all the monks in the rear who witnessed all this felt that they were back not long ago.