Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

"coming!"

Following Su Ping's whisper, Wu Chen cautiously walked out of the dense forest. When he saw the canyon in front of him, he understood in his heart and laughed happily.

"You two, why don't you keep running? God really has a vision, hahahaha!"

Su Ping knew that he could no longer hide his clumsiness at this time, so he stood up, the red leaves appeared in his hands, and he pointed at Wuchen.

"Wuchen, stop talking nonsense and come over if you can!"

Wu Chen had a look of ridicule on his face, "No rush, no rush, let you two live a little longer, I will kill this unknown person with my gun, let me know who you are?"

Wuchen is not stupid. He is alone at the moment, and the two of them have recovered for a period of time. At this time, he is not completely confident in the fight.

As long as we delay for a while and wait until the four fellow disciples arrive, we can attack more and attack less without risking anything.

"Listen up, the people who will kill you are the Xuantian Sect Panzhong!" Su Ping flicked the red leaf in his hand and rushed towards Wuchen.

Miaoyin looked at Su Ping's back and secretly wrote down Pan Zhong's name!

Seeing Su Ping rushing towards him, Wuchen stepped back and disappeared on the platform.

Su Ping was a little helpless. Wuchen was not stupid. His idea of ​​using more strikes but less was in vain. It would definitely not be possible to escape into the dense forest at this time.

Wuchen only needed to delay a little, and they would still be surrounded by the other Tianmo Sect disciples.

I could only sit down cross-legged and continue to adjust my breath.

About half a quarter of an hour later, a sound came from the dense forest. Wuchen walked in at the lead, thrust the black spear in his hand into the ground, and looked at the two people.

Behind him, four disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, also in black robes, lined up, waiting for Wuchen's instructions.

"Pan Zhong, Miaoyin, have you decided how to die?"

Wu Chen's face was filled with a smile, excitement overflowing, "This time, you will definitely be unable to fly. If I were you, it might be better to end it on your own at this time!"

"You are not the first person to say this, and I believe you are not the last person to say it. But now, Pan is still alive and well! But the people who spoke are all dead!"

Miaoyin said softly, "Senior Brother Pan, can you hold Wuchen down later? I'll try my best to kill four of them as soon as possible and then I'll help you!"

Su Ping heard what Miaoyin said, glanced at Wuchen, and nodded slightly!

After receiving Su Ping's response, Miaoyin clasped her ten fingers on the strings, ready to attack at any time.

"Pan Zhong, you are so arrogant. This is the first time I have heard someone say this to me. Don't worry, I will beat you to death slowly and let you know what cruelty is!"

Wuchen had a fierce look on his face and a ferocious expression. He kicked the black spear and the spear flew out from the ground. He grabbed the tail of the gun and killed the two of them.

When the four people behind him saw Wuchen taking action, they immediately set off and attacked with magic weapons in hand.

"Boom"

The sound of the piano sounded, and the magic power in Su Ping's body moved a little faster. Then the sound of the piano became more urgent, and sound blades took the lead in attacking from the air.

Wuchen swiped the spear in his hand, and a half-moon shaped spear light shrouded the two of them, defeating the sound blade.

Su Ping raised his hand and flipped it over, and the crimson talisman exploded under the four people's feet, and he took out the Explosive Flame Talisman.

Separating the four of them slightly, Hongye slashed at Wuchen with his spiritual light, and a red sword energy shot towards Wuchen. Then he stepped on the Xuantian step and fought with Hongye and Wuchen in his hand.

The sword light flashed and the spiritual power boiled, covering Wuchen.

"Wuchen, your opponent is me!"

Wuchen's sweeping spear was held by Hongye, and the black and red spiritual power rays kept clashing.

"Haha, I didn't expect that you also have the best magic weapon. In that case, let me help you!"

Wuchen was a little frightened when he saw that Su Ping was using the best magic weapon, so he raised his gun and started shooting.

The gun light and sword energy continued to clash. Su Ping retreated while fighting, deliberately dividing the battle into two battle circles.

Wuchen didn't panic at all when he saw this, but his wonderful voice disturbed him.

He believed that even if the four of them could not kill Miaoyin, they could still entangle her. As long as he got rid of Pan Zhong as soon as possible, it would not be too late to kill Miaoyin.

The two of them had the same idea, and the battle circle became farther and farther apart, becoming two battlefields.

Raising his hand, Su Ping turned several talismans in his hand into fireballs, and ice arrows struck Wuchen.

While dodging the spell, Pan Zhong raised his spear and split the fireball, "Don't take out these low-level talismans. It's meaningless."

Unable to dodge, a fireball exploded on Wuchen's body, and the protective spiritual shield was just a flash of spiritual light, with no achievements.

At the same time, black wind cones formed in Wuchen's hand. This time it was no longer one, but three cones, attacking Su Ping.

"Really?"

Su Ping dodged two wind cones, the red leaves split apart, and a stack of talismans appeared in his hand.

Seeing so many talismans, Wu Chen's face jumped, "Good boy, there are such talismans. Let me see what other methods you can use when you run out of talismans!"

Su Ping threw a stack of talismans at the same time, and the spells in the sky immediately flooded Wuchen. At the same time, he patted the storage bag, and all the Queen Bee Needles came out and disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, azure light exploded under his feet, turning Xuantian Steps to the extreme, turning into afterimages that kept slashing at Wuchen.

Wuchen was overwhelmed by the spell and was frightened, and the black lines on his face lit up again.

This is the magic pattern carried by the Tianmo Sect's exercises. It has the function of storing spiritual energy and can restore spiritual power at any time when necessary.

It's just that the light is a little dim at this time, and it's obvious that there is not much spiritual power stored.

The spear in his hand danced like a phantom, and the three spears appeared in phantom, constantly chopping the spell, while the spear itself kept fighting with the red leaves in Su Ping's hand.

Miaoyin saw Su Ping exerting his strength, and the sound of the piano suddenly became sharp and harsh, and the sound of fighting and iron horses sounded again.

Several skeletons wearing leather armor and holding swords appeared in front of them again, killing the four of them.

Seeing the skeleton taking shape, Miaoyin's white veil fluttered, revealing her beautiful face. A mouthful of blood spurted towards Baoqin, and her already white face immediately turned as pale as a corpse.

After being nourished by Taoist essence and blood, the aura of the Baoqin was even greater. He kept playing the Baoqin with his slender fingers, and the strings wore out all the fingers, but the wonderful sound did not hurt at all.

It's just that the speed of playing the Baoqin with his ten fingers is getting faster and faster.

"Boom"!

The strings broke, and the wonderful sound spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the breath immediately became weak.

A neighing sound sounded.

A skeleton horse hoof appeared, and then a skeleton general holding a big ax in one hand and riding a bone horse appeared in front of her, and raised his hand in response to the wonderful sound.

The skeleton general charged towards the four people.

The sword light was getting faster and faster, Hongye's aura was getting stronger and stronger, and the talismans kept exploding.

The effect of practicing Xuantian Sword Technique every day was reflected at this moment.

Su Ping turned into afterimages, traveling back and forth around Wuchen.

Wuchen could no longer keep up with Su Ping's pace. Although he had refined his Qi to the tenth level, Su Ping's spiritual power had been tempered by the small bronze cauldron.

He was more pure than him. As Su Ping turned into an afterimage, his gun and sword collided. He was already at a disadvantage and looked a little anxious.