Sword comes

Around the waist of the headless corpse of the swordsman in red, there was an imperceptible faint golden light, which flashed away.

As for the head that rolled to the ground elsewhere, a drop of slowly condensed blood was exposed between the brows.

Chen Pingan turned his head to look at Lutai on the high tree branch. The latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and twirled it gently. There was a "trace" of golden gadgets, lingering on Lutai's fingers, and slowly flowing.If it weren't for Chen Pingan's excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to spot it at all.

On Chen Ping's body, the golden dharma robe that "comes out of the water", "Jinli", the place on the shoulder that was cut by the sword master's sword light, has already been repaired and mended by itself, without any blemishes.

The relic of a fairy in the upper five realms can be worn by Yuanying Laojiao all year round. Of course, it will not be an ordinary robe. It is much inferior to this golden wine.

It is like a beauty that makes people glance at it, and it quickly turns behind the screen, covering the alluring posture, so Chen Ping's body changes back to the white robe style.

The two Dry Well Talismans exploded in the air.

The two flying swords on the first day of the new year and the 15th day were released from the predicament without any restraint.

Chen Pingan could clearly feel the anger from the first day of the junior high school, which was normal, because even with such a docile temperament, like Shiwu, his emotions were connected, and the emotions that came from him were full of anger.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to say silently in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy still has a backup."

On the first day of junior high school, the flying sword flew back and forth in the air, bringing out strips of white rainbow sword light, which was shocking.

Flying Sword Fifteen, which was green in color, obviously had a bit of resentment, and slowly swirled around Chen Pingan, very puzzled.

They are of course the first-class natal flying swords in the world.

But it's not Chen Pingan's destiny.

The relationship between the two parties is not the kind of relationship between monarchs and ministers, masters and servants, but like Chen Pingan with two naive children, one with a bad temper and the other with a gentle temperament.

But Chen Ping felt that this was not bad.

The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is dignified and treacherous.

The red-clothed swordsman who is Dinghaishenzhen is dead, and he died so unscathed. If it wasn't for his body turning into a rainbow and coming menacingly, and the demeanor of the heart-piercing sword after that was peerless, everyone would probably think that this guy , is a charlatan who deceives the world.

Please come down to the real burly man, the silver eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

This person was the most imposing before, and he was in the limelight for a while, but now his face is pale, his lips are trembling, and he has a pitiful appearance that hesitates to speak.

He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance, he just stood there and didn't dare to move, he didn't have the courage to pick them up, he was afraid that he would be chilled by the flying sword in the next moment.

The eyes of the middle-aged swordsman were dim, and he was already thinking of retreating.

His hands drooped naturally, and his sleeves, which were full before, were no longer abnormal.

Only the small willow-leaf sword with the hollow hosta as the scabbard hovered over his shoulder, like a loyal watchdog, protecting its master.

A hunt that was thought to be no different from an outing in autumn ended in a desolate situation with heavy casualties.

As for the two young men from other places, one was unscathed, and the one on the tree was even more unscathed.

At this moment, these Shanzawa Yexiu, who were considered to be the wind and rain in their respective fields, felt the fear of the fairy cave on the mountain, and once again shrouded their hearts.

The old master's heart was ashamed, and the formation was just a little short of being able to complete it, but it was completely destroyed by this kendo master who suffered a thousand swords.

Stealing chickens is not enough to lose money, and two proud disciples also died on the spot. Those two unlucky children were not amazing in aptitude, but they were well-behaved and obedient, and they were easy to handle.

The old formation master took out the orbs in his sleeves again, and formed formations one by one, and each small formation formed a large protective formation.

Looking forward to it.

Qi practitioners who practice the Five Elements Wood Method remain silent all the time.

His kind of offensive and defensive monks, in addition to being able to move mountains and pull trees, can also raise flower monsters, insect pets, and plant spirits, like auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield, and they are often good at healing and detoxification techniques, and they often cannot lay a solid foundation in one fell swoop. However, it is a kind of Qi trainer who is very popular.

If you can choose three people to go together, then the most lethal and invincible swordsman, the invincible soldier, plus a peasant pharmacist, a Taoist Waidan sect disciple, or a wooden Qi trainer, can be called a Qi trainer working together. There is hardly one of the best lineups in the world and experienced everywhere.

No one wants to take the initiative to speak.

Each has ghosts.

Chen Pingan held the sword that was the relic of the swordsman in red upside down, and looked down.

The body of the sword is like a pool of autumn water, and the water ripples under the sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.

Definitely a good sword.

Just don't know how much it's worth.

That evil monk was the only bold figure who made any moves. He was sneaky, with one hand behind his back, holding up a silver-white porcelain bottle, one foot high, with a narrow mouth and a big belly, with ferocious faces constantly swimming around on the porcelain surface. Passing by is like a cruel cage imprisoning the soul.

This person recites the mantra silently, and with the help of the spiritual weapon in his hand, he secretly gathers the soul of the red-clothed swordsman after death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he succeeds, his strength will skyrocket. A martial arts master at the peak of the six realms has a strong soul , as long as it is successfully refined into a yin soldier and yin general, warmed up properly, and then go to mass graves and ancient battlefields to stay and let it absorb the evil spirit, maybe it can return to the sixth realm, and it is even hoped to become a seven-level statue Heroic Yin Yin.

When the time comes, why do I need to look at other people's faces?

I'm afraid that the monarchs of those small countries all have to look at their own faces.

Lu Tai saw through the small actions of the evil cultivator at once, and said angrily: "Dare to steal things under my nose"

The incomparably huge natal flying sword named "Needle Point" fell straight down above the head of the evil cultivator.

The evil monk fled in a hurry, and at the same time put away the heirloom silver porcelain bottle. He had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​gathering the soul, and used the yin matter collected in the black clay pot to resist the pursuit of the terrible flying sword. No matter how the evil monk moved around , the needle tip of the flying sword is always with you.

In this siege, if you count Ma Wanfa, the mastermind behind the scenes, and if the formation of the old formation master is successfully completed, and if the red-clothed swordsman is not killed suddenly, and everyone is united, then it is more than enough to deal with a Jindan monk. Everyone is not afraid of death. I am afraid that even the two Jindan monks will not be able to get the slightest advantage against them.

It's just that there are not so many ifs in the world.

To take a step back, if a group of people gather for profit, if the situation prevails, everyone is as fierce as a tiger, but as long as they lose the wind, they will lose their hearts and become a mob.

The strong man who was already at the end of his strength suddenly had a face full of surprise, and said loudly: "My master said that he will come soon and deal with the two of you in person. Apart from this Dou Zizhi's infatuation with the sword, there is also the sword that was originally promised to Dou Zizhi. That square inch belongings, together with Dou Zizhi's family property, will be given away to everyone."

The burly man screamed almost as hard as he could, and said impassionedly: "Wealth is a matter of risk, whether to go back and be a mouse to burrow in the ground, or to be entitled to be equal to the people on the mountain, this is all in one fell swoop."

The middle-aged sword master's face was cold and murderous, and he said in a deep voice: "I agree. These two boys deserve to die."

I saw him twist his wrist, his sleeves were green, and he was ready to go.

The old formation master smiled and said, "The Yishan formation is about to be completed, and we can fight. Just help me delay for a while, at most half a stick of incense."

The evil cultivator who was chased and killed by Feijian shouted: "Add me as one and agreed in advance. In addition to redistribution of dividends, I also want the soul of Dou Laoer. No one will snatch it from me!"

The Mufa qi practitioner nodded, still serious.

The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled the two iron whips on the ground back into his hands, and took the lead in striding towards Chen Pingan.

His patriarch had indeed sent him a voice transmission in secret before, and if he wanted to come in person, he would definitely kill these two fat sheep here.

Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his big sleeves, turned around and swept away, as fast as a frightened bird.

The old master used the land-shrinking talisman, and there were more than one talisman. Every time his figure appeared tens of feet away, he disappeared in a few blinks, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest.

The Mufa qi trainer tipped his toes and swiped backwards behind him. He obviously bumped into a big tree, but he disappeared suddenly.

Only the evil cultivator was still rushing towards Chen Ping'an.

The burly man froze on the spot, scolded his mother, and dared not go forward to die.

My own weight is not enough to see.

Such an attitude is nothing more than throwing bricks to attract jade.

Chen Pingan was stunned at first, and then relieved, which is only reasonable.

I learned some more.

Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Pingan: "The mastermind just ran away, I'm going to chase him, you should be able to handle it here. I'll come to you later."

Lu Tai first put away the needlepoint of the false flying sword.

On the wrists of his hands and the ankles of his legs, there are purple and gold lotus patterns, which look like buds.

Lu Tai said softly: "Blossom."

Four lifelike purple golden lotuses bloomed instantly.

Lu Tai gritted his teeth, jumped up high, and then walked against the wind.

The body is leaning forward, squinting to look far away, the sleeves are bulging, hunting, and the hair on the temples is fluttering.

He looked around for a while, then found a direction, and disappeared in a flash.

The evil cultivator swallowed a mouthful of saliva, holding the pottery jar full of ghosts in one hand, and worshiping a monk with the other, he said with a flattering smile: "Mr. When we meet each other, I will take the initiative to retreat, and if the time comes, the young master is willing to order me to do some small things, I will definitely be willing to do so."

While speaking, the cultivator of the evil way kept paying attention to the eyes and expression of the white-robed boy, and he retreated violently.

This person was also decisive, before he fled, he crushed and exploded the black clay jar that kept the ghosts, and black smoke immediately filled the air.

Gecko docked tail.

A slender golden light swiftly and violently wandered in the billowing black smoke, and the gloomy smoke as thick as ink dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But there is still a while before the filthy black smoke is completely dispelled.

Chen Ping frowned, rushed forward a few steps, and jumped onto the top of a big tree.

There was an erratic figure that turned into light gray smoke, and fled quickly and far away in the mountains and forests.

The first day of junior high school has already chased it by itself.

Chen Ping's heart moved slightly, and Shiwu followed closely behind.

Chen Pingan floated back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air, and changed the fairy sword owned by red-clothed swordsman Dou Zizhi into a normal sword-holding posture.

Although it was much heavier than the Huaishu sword, Chen Ping always felt that it was still too light.

The burly man raised his head, looked towards the direction where Lutai disappeared before, finally looked down at the iron whip in his hand, and smiled miserably.

I know in my heart that I will die today.

Resentment, loss, resentment, they all exist, emerge one by one, and fade away one by one in the heart.

In this life, if you live a worthless life, you will always die a hero once.

The strong man threw two iron whips to the ground, and began to ask the gods to descend to the truth for the third time. The man stomped his feet vigorously, clasped his hands together, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale. Wait a moment, let me have a hearty battle"

Chen Ping casually threw the "infatuation" in his hand.

It passed through the heart of a burly and strong man.

The long sword was nailed into the trunk of a big tree.

After successfully penetrating the man's heart, Chen Ping'an clearly saw the red light flowing from the sword body, and it disappeared in a flash, like a hungry man's meal and a drunkard's drink.

Chen Pingan made up his mind to find a fairy house ferry or a fairy shop on the mountain to sell the sword.

That bright golden light is still tirelessly dissolving the black smoke.

It is indeed a top-grade magic weapon made by the old dragon's long beard.

The two are already so powerful, I really don't know how powerful the whisk must be in the hands of the old Taoist Master Jiaolong on the inverted mountain.

Chen Ping put away his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, went to retrieve the long sword, picked up a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with the sword, then dug a few big pits silently, and took the swordsman in red and the burly man The two disciples of Hezhen Master buried them separately, and finally added soil to cover them, trying to hide the traces as much as possible, so that people who pass by here unintentionally will not see the clues at a glance.

Chen Pingan sat on a high tree branch, patiently waiting for the return of the 15th day and Lu Tai.

Put the "Infatuation" with an extra scabbard on his knee at will.

In the distance, the dark smoke, which is entangled with the golden light but is retreating steadily, has already lost its wits, but fears death and turns to life, even the dead ghosts are no exception.

Immediately, there was a large billowing black smoke about to leave this place and flee to other places to wreak havoc on the mountains and rivers.

Suddenly remembered that there was a castle in the distance.

If you are a rivers and lakes person who is not familiar with the art of magic, I am afraid that Chi Yu will be brought into trouble.

Chen Ping stood up holding the sword, first looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he poured the true meaning of his soul into the golden wine of the magic robe. Appeared in the air between the sky and the earth, standing tall, just in front of the black smoke, rolled up the big sleeves, and pocketed the ghosts into the sleeves, the ghosts were like entering a thunder pool, screaming, and soon disappeared.

Chen Pingan sat back on the spot, his face was snow-white, and his headache was about to split.

Unreservedly revealing the robe of gold this time, he used up his entire breath of true energy, and there are still signs of unsustainable.

If you are fighting with someone, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to use this method lightly.Once the other party has an unexpected life-saving ability, Chen Ping'an is equivalent to offering his head with both hands.

But to be honest, the feeling of wandering outside the world, as if the soul seems to travel out of the body, is extremely mysterious.

Condescending, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping stretched out his fingers, and gently twirled the corner of the robe, soft and delicate, and cool.The life-and-death fight was mainly due to fear and exhaustion, and Chen Ping'an was a little sleepy at the moment, leaning against the trunk of the big tree, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

After about half a stick of incense, Chen Pingan calmed down and breathed smoothly again.

On Chen Pingan's wrist was tied a golden knot made from refining and binding demon ropes.

Soon a brilliant white rainbow and green light flew back, like lightning, although the two flying swords were extremely small, but the two flowing fireflies stretched out tens of feet, it was still very eye-catching, and two by two entered the gourd of raising swords.

Feel their hearts in Yangjian Gourd.

It should have successfully killed the enemy.

Chen Pingan felt relieved.

On the 15th day of the junior high school, it was the first time that I left Chen Pingan for such a long time.

But this also leads to a conclusion that the ability of these wild cultivators to kill the enemy may not be comparable to that of the children of the fairy family, but they are all proficient in running for their lives.

why not myself

Since nothing happened, Chen Pingan began to sit and practice the sword furnace stake.

Carrying a sword is practice, and dressing is also practice.

For a qi practitioner, the golden wine in the dharma robe that once accompanied an immortal for hundreds or even thousands of years is a small paradise where spiritual energy can be gathered.

But for a pure martial artist, Jin Li is of course a rare talisman, but there are also some small troubles, that is, he needs to resist the spiritual energy that is constantly relying on Jin Li. All the spiritual energy in the mansion can be called pure, and only then can it be considered as a journey to the martial arts.

In the inverted mountain, because there is a lot of aura, it is more difficult to resist. After leaving the treasure swallowing whale, walking in the mountains and forests is much more relaxed and comfortable. After all, the aura in ordinary mountain and wild places is weak, and most of them can be ignored.

Chen Pingan waited for nearly an hour. Lu Tai swaggered in the mountains and rushed towards Chen Pingan's side. He was covered in dust, but luckily there was no blood.

And from the looks of it, it looks like a person who has returned with a rewarding experience.

As he walked towards the big tree where Chen Pingan was, he casually put the many formation flags left by the old formation master into his sleeves one after another, and asked curiously, "You are a bodhisattva, why don't you let the corpses be exposed to the sun, and the beasts gnaw you? Birds peeling and pecking, that's what they deserve. Why do you pity these gangsters?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I don't feel sorry for them. I just care about the matter of death and peace."

Lu Tai shook his head, too lazy to think about it, suddenly turned around and ran to the most bloody "grave", and asked Chen Pingan about the approximate location where the dead were buried, and then Lu Tai promised that he would refill the soil later, no When Chen Pingan agreed to nod, Lu Tai had already slapped it away with a palm, the dust was flying, and he ran over, starting to rummage through the corpses, even the two disciples of the old master, it was very difficult. Imagine that such a guy who likes rouge, gouache, blush and dark eyebrows is so skillful in digging graves without any psychological burden.

The land platform will inevitably be stained with blood and mud, but there are magic weapons wrapped around the arms with colorful silk ropes, and the whole body will be combed and cleaned in no time.

Lu Tai babbled alone over there, "At any rate, you are a master of rivers and lakes, but you are such a poor ghost! Look, this is Ma Wanfa's square inch, and there are mountains of gold and silver in it. Look at you again, you should be ashamed Gotta live and die again."

"Hey, I didn't say you. Compared to your master, you have such a poor fortune. Only this stack of bank notes can solve our urgent needs. Shopping down the mountain, giving snowflake money to others, and the store wants to beat people of"

"You two fateful mandarin ducks, you will be reincarnated as human beings in your next life, remember to find a better master, even if you are not good enough, don't look for this again."

Chen Pingan did not disturb Lu Tai's busy schedule.

Just looking at that back, I feel very strange.

Finally, Lu Tai refilled the soil, clapped his hands, looked at the flat ground, and felt a little satisfied.

"The mastermind behind the scenes is dead, everything will be fine"

Lu Tai walked back to the tree on Chen Pingan's side, and he would not go to the tree if he was killed. He raised his head and waved: "Share the spoils."