(Chapter title borrowed from Circle of Readers.)
The young man in white robe was surrounded and advanced instead of retreating. After a few punches, he had already beaten his companion without the ability to fight back.
This makes everyone involved in the hunt inevitably feel anxious.
If the strong man hadn't warned him, the formation master in the north might have died suddenly on the spot.
The old man who was building a mountain-moving formation for everyone was squatting on the ground and arranging several small khaki flags. Even though he didn't notice anything strange, he still slapped his chest with his palm without hesitation.
A hidden expensive amulet was broken, and the positions of him and a young disciple were instantly reversed.
In an instant, an unpredictable flying sword fell from the sky, like a chopstick thrust into water, causing ripples at an extremely fast speed.
The bewildered boy was split open on the spot by a huge flying sword, split in two from his head to his waist. The two corpses fell to the ground, their intestines and stomach flowing, and it was a tragic sight.
The flying sword, which was far larger than an ordinary swordsman's sword, sank into the ground and disappeared in a flash. The flying sword entered the ground without any change on the ground.
It is undoubtedly a natal flying sword for swordsmen.
The next moment, the formation master reached out and clapped his hands on his heart again. It seemed that he had used a substitute charm again and made up his mind to sacrifice the life of his second direct disciple to ensure his own safety.
Only this time, the evil cultivator who was previously caught off guard had room for maneuver. He did not stand idly by and stood far away. Instead, he took out a small black clay pot full of runes, recited the incantation silently, and shook it gently for a few times.
A stream of gloomy black smoke rose into the sky. After leaving the clay pot, it separated into three streams, heading towards the formation master, the girl, and Lu Tai, who was standing on a high branch holding a sword.
The flying sword appeared out of thin air again, but was still killed head-on.
But it was not the formation master who slapped the talisman, but the girl with a look of horror on her face.
The billowing black smoke gathered by countless demonic ghosts covered the girl's head, like holding an umbrella for her.
However, the huge flying sword was too powerful. It was as powerful as a bamboo and broke through the black smoke barrier quickly. It still split the girl from head to tail with one sword.
The cardamom girl died on the road.
He worked hard to seek immortality, but in the end he failed to live past the age of twenty.
Lu Tai, who was holding the trunk of the big tree with one hand, looked unhappy.
It’s true that the Tao is as high as the devil.
The formation master didn't actually use the substitute talisman. He slapped his chest for the second time and just fired a feint to induce the tip of his sword to point at the girl.
Lu Tai didn't lose his temper after losing the chess game. He practiced on the mountain. Firstly, a stupid person would not be qualified to cross the threshold of the mountain gate. Secondly, no matter how stupid a person was, even if he had lived for a lot of years,
For a dog, after decades or hundreds of years, it will really become a dog, and it is time for it to become a spirit.
So no one is a fuel-efficient lamp.
Although the natal flying sword was huge, it was incredibly fast. Lu Tai stood there and let the black smoke surge towards him. After the flying sword killed the girl, it came to its master Lu Tai in the blink of an eye.
In front of him, the black smoke full of resentment, wailing, and ferocious faces was stirred up.
The evil monk kept shaking the pottery pot in his palm, and said with a sinister smile: "If you dare to destroy my evil things, it depends on how many taels of spiritual energy you still have to squander!"
Streams of black smoke flew out from the clay pot, as if a huge black flower had bloomed in the palm of his hand.
The formation master was really afraid that the guy would strike him with another sword. As a last resort, he took out a handful of snow-white beads and waved his sleeves to scatter them. Dozens of beads hovered around him, including three talents, four elephants, seven stars, eight trigrams, and nine palaces.
, the hovering positions of varying numbers of beads are very particular, creating a series of protective formations. After forming the formation, the light shines brightly, reflecting the old formation master incomparably bright and majestic.
But if this happens, the previous formation will be delayed, and it will be delayed for a lot of time.
The evil monk knew nothing but a few words, but could not convince the old formation master who was afraid of death. While using the black smoke to kill Lu Tai, he reminded: "Hurry up and set up the formation, otherwise our journey of thousands of miles will be in vain, and once
If you can't kill those two, there will definitely be endless troubles. You should weigh it yourself!"
The old formation master's expression was gloomy and he made a fierce move, withdrew half of the small formations and withdrew dozens of beads. In this way, the formation speed of the various places was accelerated a bit.
The battlefield to the south.
The burly man fell to the ground, vomiting blood, as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, liver and intestines. The soil on the ground was stained with bright red, which was very miserable.
He is a genuine five-level martial artist with accumulated kung fu that makes him very difficult to deal with.
It's just that on the road to martial arts, I have never encountered the guidance of a master, and the journey is bumpy and difficult. The foundation of the third realm of body refining is full of loopholes. I can't get from fourth to fifth. It can be said that I have no regard for the consequences. Therefore, if there are no accidents, I will have no hope of the sixth realm in my life.
A living person can't be choked to death by just soaking in urine, so he resorted to evil ways. His method of inviting gods came from half of the remaining scrolls. Of course, he came from "hunting for wild food". Since he only had the first half, he only knew
How to invite, but I don’t know how to send. It is easy to invite God but difficult to send to God. This is the principle.
Every time I ask a god to possess me, the price is extremely high. I spent nearly twenty years trying to control the sequelae of this magic.
Especially when he was halfway through the invitation to the gods today, he actually punched the white-robed boy so much that the "god" returned to the altar. This was extremely rude to someone who was asking a god to come to the altar with strict rules, so he counterattacked fiercely, and wisps of souls came from him.
Flowing out from the orifice point, like three sticks of incense, curling up.
After burning three sticks of incense, there was still no sign of stopping. Clouds of smoke rose from the strong man's back. You must know that these smokes are the manifestation of the spirit of a five-level martial artist and the fundamental vitality of a pure martial artist.
The man said hoarsely and vaguely: "Help me!"
The qi practitioner who was proficient in the Five Elements Wood Technique frowned, and had no choice but to withdraw from the method of moving mountains and pulling out trees against the white-robed boy. He squatted down next to the strong man, made a secret with his hands and fingers, his face flushed, and with ten fingers
Suddenly, dots of light floated out from under the ground, lingering on the fingertips, and then were suddenly shot into the vest of the strong man by the Qi practitioner.
The strong man's body lying in the mud bounced, his face turned rosy instantly, and the crisp sound of soybeans popping could be heard from all the joints in his body, like a dead tree blooming in spring. The burly man turned his back, stood like a carp, and stood with two whips in hand.
When I got up, I was in high spirits and no longer depressed.
The Qi practitioner who came to the rescue said in a deep voice: "Write it down in the account."
The man gritted his teeth and looked at the young man in white robe who had made an astonishing move. He nodded and said, "If we take down these two fat sheep, everything will be easy to talk about!"
That night at the Fuji Sect's Tianjie, that guy who looked more juicy than a girl spent so much money that he would put even the wild cultivators in the Golden Elixir Realm to shame. It's not that a Golden Elixir cultivator couldn't spend so much money.
, but you must know that the things that the handsome young man bought were all money-burning gadgets such as suet beasts, spring dream spiders, and paper talismans. They were not offensive magic weapons to kill the enemy, nor important defensive weapons to save lives!
Among Tongyezhou monks, no matter whether they are orthodox immortal masters or mountain cultivators, who can speak poor Tongyezhou elegance?
Two young people who obviously came from other places in other continents traveled thousands of miles north through the mountains, forests and markets. They never visited the Xianjia Mountains along the way, and no big monks ever took the initiative to visit them. What does this mean? This means that the two
He is a young boy, born into a noble family and rich in wealth. He must have been used to a comfortable life since childhood, but he doesn’t know that the rivers and lakes are deep and the mountains are windy!
If I don't capture these two extremely rich idiots, will I be worthy of my hard work for so many years? In addition to looking for opportunities and licking blood from the edge of my knife, I also have to bow my head and act like a dog to the immortal masters on the mountain.
Money helps them settle the dirty things they didn't bother to do themselves. They bear a bad reputation, run away for their lives, and start over in another place. This cycle repeats. When will it end?
From the strong man being beaten half to death by five punches in succession, to the qi practitioner using secret methods to steal the luck of the landscape and successfully treating the strong man, all of this was just a few short moments of effort.
Chen Ping'an was blocked by the sword energy controlled by the middle-aged swordsman and was unable to kill the strong man with an iron whip in one go.
Controlling a sword with Qi is an incredible magical power among the immortals in the world of martial arts.
In many ignorant places, mountains and rivers, poems and books, the so-called flying swords flying thousands of miles to take heads does not actually mean swordsmen, but swordsmen who often stand out in front of the world. Compared with the swordsmen on the mountain and the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, they are half a bucket of water.
A swordsman who excels at high or low levels, especially likes to gain fame and reputation.
When a swordsman kills an enemy with a sword, the weapon he uses often contains both sword energy and real swords. The former is more powerful because of its quantity, while the latter is more powerful.
Use light cavalry to plunder the formation and gain an advantage; heavy cavalry to dig into the formation and achieve victory. The two cooperate with each other and one is indispensable.
The swordsman confronting Chen Ping'an was obviously a master of this art. His sleeves were bulging, and bursts of cyan light appeared on the surface of the cuffs. The green sword energy that swept out from them was extremely sharp.
Fortunately, the swordsman can only control two rays of sword energy at a time.
Chen Ping'an dodged fairly easily and was far from being overwhelmed, but he was severely restrained.
Chen Pingan did not use the method of killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred. After severely injuring the burly man, due to the constraints of the swordsman, even though the Qi practitioner who was proficient in the Five Elements Wood Technique rescued the strong man, he was still symbolically blocked.
A blockage caused the swordsman to misjudge and a wisp of sword energy had been waiting near the strong man. As a result, Chen Pingan suddenly accelerated and rushed straight towards the swordsman, almost breaking into the swordsman by a foot.
The swordsman was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and had to use his real trump card.
The actual small sword did not fly out of the sleeve, but appeared quietly from the bun on the top of the head. It turned out that the jade hairpin was the "scabbard" used to cover the small sword.
It was a small handleless sword shaped like an emerald green willow leaf. It was extremely slender, spinning around the swordsman, bringing up streams of tender green fireflies.
The Taoist from the Talisman Sect warned sternly: "Pindao's two Dry Well Talismans can hold up to twenty snaps at most! Fight quickly and kill this little bastard quickly! Once his flying sword breaks through the cage, we will be waiting.
Line up to wipe people’s necks!”
The old Taoist had a withered face and thin fingers. As he spoke, his hands slowly moved, probably controlling the two talismans holding the first and fifteenth lunar calendar. The old Taoist's voice trembled with anger, "In the secret report you gave me, this kid is not
A martial swordsman? Now he is not only a swordsman, but this guy actually has two flying swords, two! If I hadn't still had some wealth and saved up two treasure talismans that I originally planned to heirloom, we would all be done with it this time!
The dividends calculated before will not be counted!"
The strong man looked embarrassed and strode towards Chen Pingan. Without looking at the old man, he said in a low voice: "It's easy to change the dividend. I won't lose you."
To be continued...