Medicinal Immortal

Looking at them, Yuan Tongtian laughed in a negative test: "It's really not that the enemy is not getting together! I still think who has the courage to move my chess piece, it turns out that it is you two."

He stepped forward, staring at them and said: "I let you escape that day, but today you are not so lucky. Give it to me! Kill the old one and stay with the two women!" Voice As soon as it fell, more than forty people struck forward with swords.

"Old man, be careful yourself." Tangning said, and took out the round bamboo sword to meet the enemy. With the turn of his hand, the aura of spiritual power on the blade of the sword instantly burst away like a cold light.

Her sword aura was extremely sharp, and the monks were terrified wherever she went. She saw blood splashing out of the clang of swords and swords, and screams rang out. The bitter murderous aura made none of the monks dared to come forward, spontaneously. She retreated and attacked the others, and because of this, she directly confronted Yuan Tongtian who was standing still.

Yuan Tongtian originally thought that these people were not good. He knew the strength of the old man and his fighting power was not good. As for the slave, let alone the slave, it was an accident that the sister in Tsing Yi, surnamed Tang.

He could see that her strength was very stable, and there was an unfathomable feeling. This feeling was not only discovered at this moment, but that she had such a feeling at the feast of the lord that day. At a moment, it is even stronger.

But who is Yuan Tongtian afraid of? Who are you afraid of? It's just a female nun. Does it really make him afraid? Thinking of this, he sneered and moved his hand. In the handshake of the long sword, he struck Tangning in front of him at a speed shortly before he closed his ears.

Tangning watched the long sword hit, and the sharp sword in his hand greeted him directly. When the tips of the two long swords reached each other, two powerful air currents surged from the tips of the two swords in an arc, as if they were competing with each other. Generally no one backs down.

The whistling Jian Gang's air formed a shield, and the powerful pressure spread from the two of them, and even those who were not far away felt uncomfortable.

Yuan Tongtian pursed his lips. Only he knew how much spiritual power he had injected into the sharp sword in his hand. He thought she could not hold the sword, but he didn't want the female cultivator to be more powerful than he thought.

Perhaps the airflow between the two of them had competed to the limit of the canopy. Two fierce airflows erupted and knocked them back separately. Tangning was repelled by the force of the airflow. When the figure retreated, someone from behind came up with a sword. Her eyes became cold, and a palm wind slapped the person to death.

"puff!"

The monk who stabbed forward with a sword was knocked into the air by a palm, and the blood spurted out and fell to the ground.

Yuan Tongtian was repulsed by the airflow and staggered back a few steps, but when he saw Tangning slap the palm, he flashed a coldness in his eyes, and took the opportunity to strike forward almost at lightning speed, his sword straightened. Refers to the other person’s heart.

Tangning noticed the cold and murderous attack from behind, she didn't even turn her head and she leaped on her toes, and the figure flew into the sky and revolved, and then smashed Yuan Tongtian with a sword from top to bottom.

At that moment, Yuan Tongtian felt that in addition to the aura of her flying immortal coercion, there was also an ancient coercion. That coercion captured him, leaving him with a moment of fear and stunner. When the sword with the ancient coercion was smashed, the instinctive reaction of his body had caused him to roll away on the spot.