There was a faint golden light that was not easy to detect at the waist of the headless corpse of the swordsman in red, flashing away.

And the head that rolled down elsewhere on the ground, a drop of blood slowly condensed appeared at the center of the eyebrows.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at Lutai on the branches of the high tree. The latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and gently rotated it. There was a "slight" of golden gadgets lingering around Lutai's fingers and slowly flowing. If Chen Ping'an hadn't had great eyesight, he wouldn't have discovered it at all.

The golden robe that Chen Ping'an had "fallen out of the truth" on his body, "golden liquor", and the place on his shoulder that was cut by the sword light of the sword master, had been repaired and sewn on his own, without any flaws.

The relics of an immortal from the upper fifth realm can be worn by the old Yuanying dragon all year round, of course, it will not be an ordinary robe. The robe "Ink Bamboo Forest" worshipped by the Yuguizong Yuanying on the Osmanthus Island is still much inferior to this golden liquor.

It was like a beauty that was shockingly glimpsed, and soon turned into the screen, covering up its charming posture, so Chen Ping'an changed back to the white robe style.

Two dry well talismans exploded in the air.

Two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month have escaped from the trap and no longer bound.

It is normal for Chen Ping'an to clearly feel the angry spirit of Chu 1, because even the gentle temperament of fifteen and the same heart and emotions are full of anger.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to recite in his heart: "Don't be anxious. Maybe the enemy has a backup plan."

The first day of the flying sword, which was striking in the air, bringing out white rainbow sword lights, which was shocking.

The green-colored flying sword fifteen obviously had some resentment, and slowly flew around Chen Ping'an, very puzzled.

Of course, they are the world's first-class natal flying swords.

But it is not Chen Ping'an's natal object.

The two sides are not the kind of relationship between the monarch and minister, master and servant, but like Chen Ping'an with two young children who are just starting to start their minds, one with a bad temper and the other with a gentle temperament.

But Chen Ping'an thinks this is not bad.

The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is solemn and bizarre.

As the Dinghai Shen Needle, the swordsman in red has died, so dead that he was so unrestrained that he had not been dragged down. If he had not been in a rainbow and came in a fierce manner, the style of the sword in the heart was beyond exceptional. Everyone would probably think that this guy was a liar who deceived the world and stole the reputation.

Please ask the god to come to the real burly and strong man, his silver eyes gradually fade and return to normal.

This person was the most powerful and was in the limelight for a while. Now his face was pale, his lips trembled, and he looked pitiful and wanted to speak but stopped.

He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance, and only dared to stand in place and didn't dare to move. He had no courage to pick them up, for fear that he would be cold to the flying sword in the next moment.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were dull and he had already felt a desire to retreat.

His hands naturally drooped, and his sleeves, which were full of light before, had no strange signs.

Only the small willow-leaf sword with the hollow jade hairpin as the scabbard hovered above his shoulder, like a loyal guardian dog, protecting his master.

A hunting that thought it was like an outing and exploring autumn ended in a desolate situation with heavy casualties.

And the two young men from other places, one of them had no damage in combat, and the other one on the tree was even more unscathed.

At this moment, these Shanzhai Ye Xiu, who were all calling for wind and rain in their respective places, had a sudden fear of the immortal cave on the mountain and once again enveloped his heart.

The old formation master was ashamed, and the formation was only a little short of being completed, but he was destroyed by the sword master who had been killed by thousands of swords.

The two proud disciples died on the spot. The two unlucky children were not stunning in qualifications, but they were well-behaved and obedient, so they could do it.

The old formation master took out the beads that were put into his sleeves again, forming formations in turn, and small formations formed into a protective formation.

Be ready for battle.

Qi practitioners who practice the Five Elements Wood Method are always silent.

In addition to being able to move mountains and clear trees, he also raises flower demons, insect pets, plants and monsters, like auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield, and is often good at healing and poison removal techniques. They often cannot establish the battle situation in one fell swoop, but they are a popular qi training man.

If you can choose to walk together with three people, then the most killer and invincible sword cultivator, the indestructible military cultivator, and a peasant pharmacist, a Taoist outer alchemy school, or a wooden qi cultivation genius, can be said to be the best team that can jointly explore the world and practice everywhere, almost no one.

No one is willing to speak out.

Each has his own ulterior motives.

Chen Ping'an held the sword of the swordsman's relics in red and looked down.

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

It must be a good sword.

I just don't know how much it is.

The evil monk was the only brave figure who had some action. He was sneaky and surrounded his back with one hand, holding up a silver-white porcelain bottle, one foot tall, with a narrow mouth and a big belly, and the porcelain face kept wandering by, like a cruel cage that imprisoned the soul.

This person silently recites the mantra, and he must use the spiritual weapon on his hand to secretly gather the soul of the red-clothed swordsman after his death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he succeeds, his strength can soar. A martial arts master at the peak of the Sixth Realm has a strong soul. As long as he successfully refines into a Yin soldier and Yin general, he is well-managed, and then stays at the mass grave and the ancient battlefield, and constantly lets him absorb the Yin evil energy. Maybe he can return to the Sixth Realm, and even hopes to become a heroic Yin object of the Seventh Realm.

Where can I still look at other people's faces?

I'm afraid that those monarchs of small countries will all depend on their own expressions.

Lu Tai suddenly saw through the evil monk's small movements and said angrily: "Dare you stealing something under my nose?"

The extremely huge flying sword of the natal life, called "Needle Point", fell straight above the head of the evil monk.

The evil monk hurriedly fled, and at the same time put away the silver porcelain bottle of the heirloom, and had to give up the idea of ​​gathering the soul to collect the evil objects in the black pottery jar to resist the pursuit of the terrifying flying sword. No matter how the evil monk moved, the tip of the flying sword needle was always following him.

If the encirclement and suppression is included in the behind-the-scenes commander Ma Wanfa, and if the formation master's formation is successfully completed, and if the swordsman in red is not killed suddenly and everyone is united, then it is more than enough to deal with a Jindan realm cultivator. If everyone is not afraid of death, even the two Jindan monks will not get any advantage when they face them.

But there are not so many ifs in the world.

To take a step back, a group of people gathered for profit will have the upper hand, and that is everyone is as fierce as a tiger, but as long as they fall under the disadvantage, they will be disintegrated and become a mob.

The strong man, who was already at the end of his strength, suddenly said with surprise, "My master said that he will come soon and deal with the two of them personally! Everyone, in addition to Dou Zizhi's sword "infatuated", there is also the square object that originally promised to Dou Zizhi, and Dou Zizhi's property, all of them will be given to everyone!"

The burly and strong man almost roared with all his might and said passionately: "Is it a chance to be rich and noble in danger? Should I go back and be a mouse to drill into the hole in the ground? Or is it a right to be on an equal footing with the people on the mountain? This is a move!"

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

I saw his wrist twisting, his sleeves were green, ready to go.

The old formation master smiled and said, "The mountain movement formation is about to be completed, you can fight. Just help me delay for a while, at most half an incense stick!"

The evil monk who was chased by the flying sword shouted: "Add me one! I agreed in advance that in addition to redistribution, I also want the soul of Dou Laoer, so no one can compete with me!"

The wooden qi practitioner nodded and was still serious.

The burly and strong man laughed at the sky, stretched out his hand and pulled two iron whips on the ground back into his hand, and took the lead in stride towards Chen Ping'an.

His head of the family had sent him a secret message before. If he wanted to come in person, he would have to kill the two fat sheep here.

Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his sleeves and turned around and flew away, as fast as a terrifying brilliance.

The old formation master used the ground-reducing talisman, and there was more than one talisman. Every time he appeared ten feet away, he disappeared in a few blinks, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests.

The wooden qi practitioner had a little toe and swept backwards. He clearly hit a big tree, but suddenly disappeared.

Only that evil monk was still rushing to Chen Ping'an's side.

The burly man stood there in a daze and scolded Ju Niang, not daring to die.

My weight is no longer enough to see.

This behavior is just a throwing brick and attracting jade.

Chen Ping'an was stunned at first, then relieved, which was reasonable.

I learned some more.

Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Ping'an: "The mastermind just ran away. I'll go chase him. You should be able to deal with it here. I'll come to find you when I look back."

Lu Tai first put away the tip of the flying sword needle that was not worthy of its name.

His hands, wrists, legs and ankles were each in purple-gold lotus pattern, and was in bud.

Lu Tai whispered: "Bloom."

Four lifelike purple lotus flowers bloom instantly.

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

The body leaned forward, squinted eyes and looked away, the sleeves bulged, the sound of the rushing sounds, and the hair on the temples floated randomly.

He looked around and then found a direction and flashed away.

The evil monk swallowed, held a pottery jar full of ghosts in one hand, and actually made a monk's worship with the other hand, and said with a flattering smile: "This Sword Immortal Young Master, I offended this time and was rude. Next time I meet, I will take the initiative to retreat. If the young master is willing to give orders and do something small, I will definitely not refuse."

In the words, the evil monk kept paying attention to the eyes and face of the boy in white robe, and his body suddenly retreated.

This man was also a decisive person. Before escaping, he squeezed out the black pot of the nanny on the spot, and black smoke suddenly filled his body.

The gecko has a broken tail.

A thin golden light wandered rapidly in the rolling 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 we can completely eliminate these filthy smoke.

Chen Ping'an frowned, rushed forward a few steps, and jumped to the top of the canopy of a big tree.

There was a scattered figure that turned into a faint gray smoke, flew away quickly in the mountains and forests.

I have already chased after me on my own in the first day of the New Year.

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

Chen Ping'an fell back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air and replaced the immortal swordsman Dou Zizhi's normal swordsman holding the sword.

Although it is much heavier than the Huai Wood Sword, Chen Ping'an always feels it is still too light.
To be continued...