Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

"Fellow Daoist Luo, it's a bit embarrassing for you to be an old man." Mei Gan showed embarrassment.

Looking up at the battle in the sky, his eyes flickered, he hesitated and said: "If you can get Wang Daoyou to make a move, the old man is willing to tell you the deduction of the fate."

"You are not qualified to bargain yet." Ronaldinho stared.

Grinning his teeth, showing a ferocious expression, he shouted: "It seems that you want to sit in the prison."

"If you don't agree to the request of the old Taoist, then you can put the old Taoist in the sky prison." Mei Gan said badly.

Put your hands back, raise your neck, stand where you are, with an expression like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Break the jar!
"You..." Xiao Luo stuttered angrily.

For a while, there was nothing to do with him.

"Xiao Luo, come here and help."

Qi Shiyun's dignified voice rang in his ears.

I don't know when.

Qi Shiyun and General Wu fought with five swordsmen holding long swords.

Beside them was a lame beggar in ragged clothes.

"Who are you, and why do you want to stop us from doing things in Jianjian Villa?" A man with a firm face asked.

Pulling out his long sword, he pointed at the lame beggar with sharp eyes and an attitude of never giving up.

"It doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that I don't want you to bully the weak in the street..." Qi Shiyun said righteously.

The embroidered eyebrows twisted, and a stubborn light flickered in the phoenix's eyes.

The body is in front of Hong Yong, acting as if the two don't know each other.

Seeing injustice on the road, draw your sword to help!

"Get out of the way! This lame beggar, I'm going to decide to bury Jianshan Villa! I advise you not to meddle in your own business." The man threatened.

The sword energy in their hands was shaking, and the five people surrounded them, and the burial sword formation soared into the sky.

"Presumptuous!" Xiao Luo was furious.

The first time he saw the lame beggar, he knew that this person was the one Wang Hao wanted, and nothing would happen to him.

Old Wang's business is his business!

The air is thin and the sky is thin!

After a disagreement, he began to tear off the robe on his upper body, revealing a strong flower tattoo on his arm.

next second.

The divine light flickered, and the God of War possessed him.

The cultivation base at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm suddenly skyrocketed to the late Golden Core Realm cultivation base.

God help!

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, he roared angrily, "Hey!"

Pulling out the top-grade spiritual weapon shark teeth from his waist, he rushed out without hesitation.

"This is... the method of inviting God? No, it seems to be the long-lost method of fighting the Holy Spirit!!" Mei Gan narrowed her eyes.

Looking at the back in golden armor in front of him, his brows were tightly knit together, and his face showed a dignified expression of thought.

He murmured to himself: "This kid is not simple..."

Step out and follow.

The coercion of the God Transformation Realm was released, easily breaking through the blockade of the Burial Sword Formation.

With a kind and friendly smile on his face, he acted as a peacemaker and persuaded him: "It's better to settle enemies than to tie them up. Can you all look at the face of the old way and turn hostility into friendship?"

"Who are you?" The man said in a deep voice.

Staring at another nosy person who jumped out in front of him, his mood suddenly sank to the bottom, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

In particular, this old Taoist has a high level of cultivation, so he is not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Pimpedao is Mei Gan, the elder of Taixu Sect." Mei Gan explained with a smile.

Hearing his words, the five disciples of Burial Sword Villa let out a mocking laugh.

Not only did he not feel scared, but he had to push forward, and he was determined to leave the lame beggar behind.

"Haha~ It turns out that you are the No. 1 escaper in the rivers and lakes... the elder Mei Paopao who runs away when he encounters danger."

"I don't believe that you dare to offend our Burial Sword Villa. This person is the one our young master named."

"If you dare to intervene to stop it, you are ready to meet the wrath of the young master..."

Harsh laughter resounded in the street.

Hearing that, Mei Gan's old face was cold.

Cold voice said: "Presumptuous!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the terrifying coercion was like a tidal wave, knocking them five disrespectful bastards into the air.

"If you speak rudely again, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

"Hmph! You bully us by relying on your cultivation of the God Transformation Realm. What a strong man you are. You have the guts to act fiercely in front of our young master!" The man was very unconvinced after being knocked into the air.

He got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and shouted: "You wait, I will tell the young master about this, and none of you can escape."

"Junior, the old Taoist advises you to leave now, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster." Mei Gan's face was serious.

Holding the gossip plate in his left hand, pinching his fingers with his right hand, he watched them up and down, silently deducing something.

The Yintang turns black, which is a bad omen!
"Old Taoist, don't confuse people with your lies here..." The man didn't take it seriously.

He didn't believe a word he said, turned his head and told a disciple beside him to go back and tell the young master the news here, while the remaining four of them monitored Xiao Luo, Qi Shiyun and others.

The lame beggar is a matter of great importance, and they dare not neglect it.

Seeing the disciple speeding all the way and disappearing in front of his eyes, he smiled triumphantly and said, "With us here, you can't go anywhere..."

"Hey~ It's hard to persuade the damn ghost!" Mei Qian shook her head and sighed.

Putting away the gossip tray, showing pity on their faces, looking at them as if they were looking at the dead: "You look for death yourself, even if the king of hell comes, he can't save you..."

Seeing his swearing expression, one of the disciples looked worried, and leaned into the man's ear and whispered: "Senior brother, there are rumors in the world that Mei Paopao is proficient in deduction, and can avoid evil..."

In the end, he became skeptical, a little unconfident, and said nervously: "Why don't we retreat first, if we are not afraid, it is just in case."

"This matter is strange, you have to be careful!"

"Hmph! My fate is up to me, how can I be scared away just because of his few words?" The man stood firm.

The true energy in the body is shaking, and the direction of the heart is fearless!

"Hey~ Even if you want to leave now, you won't be able to." Mei Gan shook her head as she watched.

He looked up at the sky, as if something above the sky caught his gaze.

The voice just fell.

A blood sword exuding bloodthirsty devilish aura descended from the sky, piercing directly through the Dingmen acupoint of the disciple of the Buried Sword Villa.

Nailed straight to the street from start to finish.

It wasn't until the blood was drained and turned into a mummy that it was reduced to ashes under the clanging of the blood sword.

"Drink, Blood Drinking Demon Sword!" The remaining three exclaimed.

His face changed suddenly, and his eyes were filled with fright and fear.

Looking at the magic sword standing in the air in front of him, his body trembled violently, and he kept retreating.

"Quick, run, the magic sword has appeared..."

With a scream, the three of them scattered like birds and beasts, scared the shit out of them, turned around and ran away into the distance.

however.

The magic sword didn't wait for them to react, a red-clothed figure with black hair dancing wildly appeared in front of them.

Sword Spirit Red Luan!

His eyes were scarlet, and he stared at them for a moment, his bloodthirsty and demonic nature raging wildly.

"Everyone in Burial Sword Villa deserves to die!"