Xiao Sheng stepped into the valley, his gaze sweeping over Yan Zhao Ge and Feng Yun Cong, his eyes narrowing to a slit.

  A cold light flashed in his narrow eyes like a crack, venomous as a snake.

  Even with a loud and bold voice, he couldn't shake off the chilly feeling: "Great, great, I'm really not disappointed today. On the same day, in the same place, I've run into both of you."

  Xiao Sheng's face, full of big beards, revealed a cold smile.

  Yanzhao Song slightly tilted his head, looking up and down at Xiao Sheng: "This face with a big beard, I always feel a bit awkward when I look at it, but I can't quite put my finger on the reason."

  Xiao Sheng's eyes twitched at the corners: "Yanzhao Song, do you still remember? I once said that we two have a long future ahead of us."

  "But never thought this day would come so soon."

  Xiao Sheng's gaze turned to Feng Yun Song, his voice suddenly becoming much lower: "Feng Shi Mei, I told you before, you can't escape."

  Feng Yun Song said indifferently: "Looking at you, it seems that you were indeed seriously injured back then."

  Xiao Sheng's eyes were fixed tightly on Feng Yun Song: "Feng Shimei, I knew from the past that you are fearless of life and death, now it seems even more so."

  "But don't worry, I'll let you know, in this world, there are many things that are more terrifying than death."

  "At this moment, in front of me, your life and death are no longer up to you."

  Xiao Sheng's voice suddenly became much softer, but it was still chilling to the bone: "Believe me, you want to end your own life, it's impossible."

  Feng Yunxiao smiled slightly, her current cultivation was only at the Refining Body level, while Xiao Sheng had already reached the late stage of the External Cauldron Master realm.

  The gap between the two sides is so great that one side cannot help but be at the mercy of the other.

  But her hand gripped the knife even tighter, with no hint of fear on her face: "Xiao Sheng, you should thank me for helping you eliminate your greatest weakness."

  "Don't you think you've made more progress in these two years than before?"

  Xiao Sheng's eyes grew increasingly gloomy: "You're still so sharp-tongued and quick-witted, great, that's exactly what I like about you."

  Later on, we have plenty of time to slowly reminisce about old times.

  "You don't think that the people around you can protect you, so you're being this reckless? Then your eyesight is also somewhat poor."

  Yanzhao Song heard this and burst out laughing: "The Great Sage Sun's wooden puppet, shattered by you yourself, is watching you from the sky."

  Xiao Sheng heard this and did not get angry, instead he nodded: "Not bad, Yan Zhao Ge, you have some skills."

  "I have to admit, I underestimated you before."

  "But if you think that just because you gained a slight advantage at first, it means you've won over me, then you're sadly mistaken."

  Xiao Sheng spoke as his body stood still on the spot, but a majestic aura emanated from him.

  A faint metallic luster flashed and rotated in the air, becoming more and more dazzling.

  In an instant, a golden light halo seemed to envelop Xiao Sheng's body.

  The next moment, golden light flew out and circulated between heaven and earth, as if countless golden swords transformed from sunlight.

  A golden light flashed across a distance of over 100 paces, passing behind the backs of Yan Zhao Ge and Feng Yun Xiao.

  In the midst of ear-piercing sounds, streaks of golden light either pierced into the mountain rocks or stabbed into the ground, leaving the valley behind Yan Zhao's song with a thousand holes and a hundred wounds.

  Those golden lights were stuck in the rocky ground, lingering for a long time without dispersing.

  It was as if a real weapon had been formed, creating a semicircle that surrounded Yan Zhao Ge and others in the middle.

  Yanzhao song's body was followed by a group of black-clad warriors, all of whom furrowed their brows.

  One hundred steps of breath control, condensing and refining the true energy, the aura can transform into tangible energy soldiers.

  Whether attacking or defending, it is better than the initial stage of external style masters releasing their Qi externally.

  It is the symbol of the mid-term master of the outer canon.

  The aura is condensed and real, can also be used for long-range attacks, hundred steps to control the air, instant arrival, making it difficult for the opponent to escape.

  But that's not all, Xiao Sheng put his hands behind his back, and his body suddenly began to leave the ground, rising higher and higher until he stopped in mid-air.

  He had nothing under his feet and was suspended in mid-air.

  This is the mark of a late-stage outer alchemy master.

  More majestic and condensed than the mid-term master of Biwai, with freely manipulated Biwai Qi, one can only float in the air for a short time and move a short distance.

  Unable to do the same thing, Xiao Sheng's opponent, at least they can stand undefeated.

  It's simple, can't beat it, directly float away and open distance, opponent can only stare blankly.

  Even if the opponent also condenses their energy for a long-range attack, even with a hundred steps of defensive energy, the closer the distance, the stronger the power.

  Xiao Sheng created distance with his opponent, and since the point of collision was closer to him, he naturally had the upper hand.

  Prior to this, through the medium of wooden puppets, in a competition with Yan Zhao Ge, Xiao Sheng was indeed dancing while wearing handcuffs, and his true strength had not been fully revealed.

  At this moment, he finally truly showed the power of a late-stage External Cultivation Grandmaster, with an almost crushing gap in strength compared to an early-stage External Cultivation Grandmaster.

  The pressure of the border is not just a simple matter of words.

  Xiao Sheng's body was suspended in mid-air, looking down at Yan Zhao Ge from a high vantage point.

  "After I've reached the late stage of Waijia, I'll deal with you in the early stage. You probably won't accept it, but if you want to intervene in Feng Qingyang's affairs, then don't blame me."

  "Even if you were a senior from Mount Guangmou, it would still be the same principle."

  "If you want to protect the disciples of the Great Sun Sacred Sect who are fleeing, then our battle will no longer be a test of martial skills."

  Xiao Sheng looked down at Yan Zhao Ge and suddenly smiled: "I would have killed you on the spot and it wouldn't be out of line."

  "But even if you don't interfere with Feng Muge's affairs, today is still fun."

  "It's just that Brother Chong will keep you company first."

  A group of young men in white clothes also appeared in the valley, and the leader was Chuang Yuandragon, who was defeated by Yan Zhao Ge at Zhenlongquan that day.

  "Song of Yan and Zhao, I'm going to fight you again."

  Around his body, dazzling golden light shot out again, as if every needle was shining.

  Prior to this, in the town of Longyuan, Xiong Yuanlong stirred up his own aura, and the ground beneath his feet shattered completely.

  At this moment, however, on the ground around me, there are countless needle holes, densely packed like a beehive.

  The penetrating power and cohesiveness of the gas are completely incomparable.

  Hongyuan Long's scattered golden needles-like aura, at this moment, also had a faint metallic luster flashing, clearly he had also stepped into the outer aura master realm!

  Feng Yun Song looked at Huang Yuan Long and slightly raised an eyebrow: "You're using the Tai Yang Shen Zhen to enter your body, forcefully tempering your Qi, reaching the point of external release?"

  Yanzhao Song's face showed a playful expression: "I've heard of it, but in my memory, the side effects of this method are so great that you'll be tortured by pain day and night, making life worse than death. It will also greatly delay your future progress in cultivation."

  Hongyuan Long's face was indifferent: "Compared to the humiliation you brought to a certain family, some pain is nothing."

  "This grudge will not be dissolved until I die, and our family will never again serve as officials!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Yuanlong had already taken a step forward and arrived directly in front of Yan Zhao Ge!

  Yanzhao Ge raised an eyebrow, and with a flick of his right sleeve, a cyan light flashed out like lightning.

  "Green dragon in sleeve, you've come at a good time!" With a loud shout from Chongyuan Long, his two hands suddenly clashed.

  But it's not Zhongtian Shen Zhang.

  That golden aura, which was like a thousand sharp needles, suddenly became soft and gentle, like countless fine silk threads.

  Innumerable silk threads turned hard into soft, like ten thousand snakes emerging from their dens, entwining around the green sword light.

  The sword light of Yan Zhao's song shook, and the green sword aura burst out, cutting off the golden silk thread.

  But those fine threads, as if endless, kept entwining, gradually exhausting the sword momentum of the Yan Zhao song.

  Yanzhao Ge carefully measured Huang Yu Long's martial arts, his mouth twitching and his expression becoming somewhat strange.

  Chongyuan Long said coldly: "Someone knows you've already achieved external circulation earlier, but still doesn't mind using the Sun God Needle to enter the body and quickly become an External Circulation Master."

  "It's specifically for cultivating a martial art that can suppress your sleeve dragon!"

  "Today, you're just a dead dragon!"