In the mountains and forests, the cold wind is cold, and the dust that soars into the sky is still not falling.

The sun sets down to the sky with its sword and stands proudly, and the majestic and proud voice still echoes in this sky.

When the rest of the people saw the power of Yang Dingtian's sword, they all trembled and stepped forward to agree respectfully.

"The Lord Yang is indeed extremely powerful. The sword just now is probably close to the late power of the Golden Pill."

"Such strong cultivation is worthy of my top powerhouse in Zhongyuan City!"

"I admire you."

The one-eyed old man stepped out and worshiped Yang Dingtian respectfully. The respectful voice fell into Yang Dingtian's ears and was so helpful.

With the one-eyed old man taking the lead, the rest of the people bowed their heads and said congratulations: "Congratulations to Master Yang for obtaining the treasure."

"Congratulations to Master Yang for killing the thief and getting the treasure!"

Everyone present respected each other, but the voice of respect resounded throughout the world, shocking the thousands of birds in the forest.

Yang Dingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves flying. Facing the respect of everyone, he was full of pride and full of energy: "It's just a mere junior, I'll kill him like slaughtering a chicken or a dog. Why do you have to make such a fuss?"

"What's the point of this little thing?"

Yang Dingtian said proudly, but the pride and passion in his words were so strong.

"Oh, is that?"

However, just when Yang Dingtian was respectful and energetic, a sneer came again.

The cold wind blows away the dust in the sky.

Under the nine heavens, the figure of the young man appeared again.

He smiled faintly, and his whole body was still standing there indifferently. If someone with a heart pays attention, he will find that after Chu Yun appeared here, his figure had not even moved.

In other words, Yang Dingtian's sword did not shake Chu Yun at all.

"How is this possible?"

"My sword is too sharp. Even if the powerful Jindan fights, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die."

"How could you not die if you are such a stingy?"

Seeing that Chu Yun was unscathed, everyone was trembling. Especially Yang Dingtian, he was even more shocked, his face full of disbelief, and he shouted at Chu Yun.

However, after the tremor, Yang Dingtian's expression immediately became gloomy. The previous playfulness and contempt dissipated three points. The firm old face finally had a bit of solemn expression.

"Boy, it seems that this master still underestimates you."

"Yes, in addition to luck, you may have some strength to get treasures in this spiritual lake."

"However, if the master of this hall cannot cut you with one knife, then ten or hundreds of swords."

"Anyway, the master of the Japanese hall will kill you now."

With a cold shout, Yang Dingtian immediately drew his sword and lifted it up again.

"Master Yang, this guy is weird. Can you ask us to help me?" The one-eyed old man behind him asked again.

Yang Dingtian still waved his hand: "No need."

"A yellow-mouthed child, why do I need someone else to help him with punches?"

"You just need to watch and see how this sect leader kills the madman."

Yang Dingtian shouted proudly, and then rolled up a long sword in his hand. The seven-foot long sword seemed to dance like a whirlwind in Yang Dingtian's hand, but the majestic momentum was even stronger than before.

When everyone felt the power of this sword, many people were even more shocked.

"This Yang Dingtian is indeed extraordinary. This Zhengfeng Sword Technique was so amazing that he used it."

"With this knife, that boy probably has no way out, right?"

The one-eyed old man said in a deep voice, but his old face was particularly solemn.

Originally, he thought that after so many years of cultivation, the gap between him and Yang Dingtian should have been much smaller. However, in today's battle, he resolutely discovered that the gap between him and Yang Dingtian was not only not diminished at all, but also widened.

"Besides being a little conceited, Yang Dingtian is also a genius of cultivation."

"If he gets that ice crystal again this time, he will probably rush into the Dongzhou domain strong players in the future and be among the thirty-two strong men?"

Many people sighed, but their awe for Yang Dingtian became stronger.

In the distance, Yun Qingqing's beautiful eyes were already filled with worry.

When she was in the Qin Palace, she remembered that Chu Yun had faced basically all of them at the Jindan realm. The only time she fought with Dongmei was the help of Qinyin.

Now Yang Dingtian is a powerful person in the Golden Pill realm. She is really worried that Chu Yun can't handle it and loses his life here.

"If the Holy Son dies here, how should I explain to the palace master when I go back?" Yun Qingqing was worried.

At this time, Yang Dingtian's sword technique had already accumulated strength.

Yangdingtian is the leader of Zhengfeng Hall. He has practiced Zhengfeng Sword Technique for more than hundreds of years and has long been born into the world.

Now facing Chu Yun, Yang Dingtian is not violent at all. His powerful sword technique is dancing, but gusts of wind are stirring between the nine heavens.

The sword light surged, and the terrifying power shook all directions.

At the last moment, Yang Dingtian stepped on the ground, and his whole body soared into the sky, like a big roc spreading its wings. The seven-foot-long sword reflected the cold sword light, and its majestic power shook the world.

As the boundless energy surged, Yang Dingtian shouted loudly: "The wind rises, and the long sword is closed!"

"Zhengfeng Sword Technique, slash, slash!"

Under the nine heavens, Yangdingtian surged and shouted loudly.

The seven-foot long sword was like thunder, slashing down with a bang.

The terrifying power trembled the powerful people behind him.
Chapter completed!