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Chapter 282
Unexpectedly, as soon as the old Taoist finished speaking, the black air hanging high in the air and tumbling endlessly changed instantly.

"Today, I have the right to return the other body in the same way."

Yin Sanqian said with a gloomy face, and the rolling black energy seemed to have stopped changing.

Gosh! !
what is this! ! !
Seeing this scene, many soldiers and generals felt that they had lost two legs.

Because the things that were born under the black air at this moment were all the featherless arrows shot at Wei San's body.

It's just that there is also a difference, the featherless length transformed by the black air is obviously more fierce than those made of ordinary materials.

Everyone looked at all this in shock, but there seemed to be no room for retreat.

I saw Yin Sanqian pressed his hand slightly towards the void, and a featherless long arrow transformed from black air hung high in the air, and it fell down like a pear blossom in a rainstorm in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !
The unstoppable sound of piercing the air hit, and the sudden volley of arrows made everyone fall into a deadly situation.

Although the old Taoist priest is a strong man in the Dongxu period, but Yin Sanqian, who is also a strong man in the Yaozu's Dongxu period, his methods are not so simple.

Immediately afterwards, countless screams sounded one after another, and even the soldiers hiding in the distance were not spared.

Although the old Taoist built a pair of big hands with his own aura, he couldn't stop the all-pervasive featherless arrows after repeated flat pushes.

As Yin Sanqian said, use the way of the other and return it to the other, but those soldiers did not have the tyrannical body of Wei San.

The death and injury in an instant made Cao Hua's heart bleed when he saw this.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Facing the confrontation between such strong men as the Dongxu stage, he, a monk who had entered the Nascent Soul stage in front of him, was really unable to stand on the stage.

But under the protection of the old Taoist priest, he finally saved his life.

All the featherless long arrows formed by the black energy failed to penetrate the pair of big hands formed by the old Taoist's spiritual energy, but there was no sign of rejoicing on his face.

Because his hands were already drenched with blood, and the blood left by Sisi stained the whisk in his hands red.

With just this move, the old Taoist knew today that he might not be able to defeat the monster clan in front of him.

Yin Sanqian's sharp eagle-like eyes could clearly see everything in the hands of the old Taoist priest.

There was a sneer on his face, the person in front of him was just a bluffing paper tiger.

All those soldiers who died under the featherless long arrows transformed by the black air just now, their souls and flesh and blood essence were all collected by Yin Sanqian.

As the greatest reliance for the Holy Lord to get out of trouble, these mortal flesh and blood with vigorous vitality are also indispensable.

It's just that when it was too late, a sword light pierced the sky in the distance.

The momentary sword aura frightened everyone here.

The old Taoist also turned his head to look at the ray of sword light, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Although he is a Taoist priest who roams the mountains and plains, he is not so unknown that he cannot recognize the sword energy of Wuhen Sword Palace, one of the three palaces and nine temples.

The wanton sword light dispelled the entire high-hanging black air like opening the sky and the earth, Yin Sanqian's expression froze.

But in the blink of an eye, the sword light appeared in front of the old Taoist priest.

This person is wearing a luxurious robe, and the clan pattern on his chest belongs to the Wuhen Sword Palace.

If Xu Ming were here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this person is Situ Changkong who appeared in Heiyu City back then.

It's just that Wuhen Sword Palace would let Situ Changkong come, which is really unexpected.

At the same time that the black air was dissipating, Situ Changkong landed on the ground with his long sword.

As soon as he landed, he didn't talk much with the three demon clans in front of him.

The three-foot-long sword in his hand had a sharp sword light, and the surging sword intent instantly made everyone feel as if they were in the world of swords.

In Situ Changkong's eyes, monsters like Yin Sanqian have no meaning in living in this world.

It would be a waste of time to waste any more words, but the long sword in his hand turned into the purest sword shadow.

The sword shadow disappeared in front of everyone in an instant, but in the next second the sword shadow had already appeared in front of Yin Sanqian, the charming girl, and Wei San.

not good! ! !

Hu Mei Nuo and Wei San both looked shocked, the sword shadow was so close that they couldn't dodge at all.

There were two puffs in succession, Hu Mei Nuo and Wei San were easily pierced by this sword shadow.

The reckless sword energy shattered the heads of the two of them.

Even the demon pills in the two of them were destroyed together. In the eyes of Situ Changkong, this strange thing that was cherished by others was simply worse than dung.

As the two monster pills shattered, the monster energy erupting from it also strangled the remaining bodies of the two.

Although Yin Sanqian survived by luck, there was still a wound between his brows.

At this moment, the purple-brown blood that belongs to the monster race is slowly flowing out of the wound, and the expression on his face at this moment is simply terrifying.

He didn't pay attention to the death of the vixen girl and Wei San at all.

Because in the Yaozu, a group where the strong are respected, only when the fist is strong enough can someone follow and flatter you.

The two respectfully called Yin Sanqian the eldest brother, but in fact the three of them had no brotherhood at all.

"Come to think of it, that sword just now is the invisible sword energy that Wuhen Sword Palace became famous in the Jianghu, right?"

Yin Sanqian allowed the purple blood on his face to surge freely, but he didn't pretend to hide it.

Facing Yin Sanqian's questioning, Situ Changkong didn't say much, instead he handed out another sword one after another.

The invisible sword energy appeared again, but it was obvious that there was a strange look in Yin Sanqian's eyes.

It was seen that he slashed forward with a knife in his hand, and a boom-like explosion came from in front of him in an instant.

Although he could not be pushed back by the strong energy, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he still managed to shake the soaring sword energy that Situ Changkong handed out.

"Hahahaha, Wuhen Sword Palace is nothing more than that!!"

"is it?"

Situ Changkong uttered two rare words from his mouth, and his expression changed as soon as he finished speaking.

With his mouth open, Wawa spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and even at this moment his heart was severely injured by Situ Changkong's sword.

impossible! ! ! !

The physical body of our monster clan is the strongest in the world, it is impossible! !
But following Yin Sanqian's roar, there was another sharp pain in his heart.

He opened his mouth and spewed out blood again, which was obviously very mournful.

"Such a group of beasts, there is no need to live in this world."

"So, die!!!"

An unprecedented sword intent erupted in Situ Changkong's eyes, and the simple long sword in his hand let out a powerful sword cry.

It seems that this sword has triggered the origin of the sword.

At this moment, above Yin Sanqian's head, a huge millstone appeared out of thin air.

The sword energy contained in the millstone shocked everyone, and even made Yin Sanqian's eyes under the millstone panic.

It seemed that the moment the millstone fell, his life was about to end.

(End of this chapter)