On the waist of the headless corpse of the swordsman in red, there was a faint golden light that was not easy to detect, and it flashed away.
As for the head that rolled to the ground somewhere else, a drop of slowly condensing blood was revealed between its eyebrows.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Lu Tai at the top of the tall branch. The latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and gently rotated it. There was "a trace" of golden gadgets lingering on Lu Tai's finger, flowing slowly.
If it weren't for Chen Ping'an's excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to spot it at all.
Chen Ping'an's golden robe, "Jin Li", was "revealed", and the place on the shoulder that was cut by the sword master's sword had been repaired and mended by himself, and it was flawless.
The relics of an immortal in the upper five realms can be worn by Yuanying Laojiao all the year round. Of course, it will not be an ordinary robe. The "Black Bamboo Forest" robe enshrined by Yu Gui Zong Yuanying on Osmanthus Island is still
It is much inferior to this golden wine.
It was like a beauty that caught a glimpse of someone, and it quickly moved behind the screen, covering up the beauty of the city, so Chen Ping'an changed back to his white robe.
Two Dry Well Talisman exploded in the air.
The two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month are now out of trouble and no longer bound.
Chen Ping'an could clearly feel the angry spirit in the first grade of junior high school. This was normal, because even the docile temperament of Shi Fifteen, who was connected to his heart, the emotions coming from him were full of anger.
Chen Ping'an could only say silently in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy has a back-up plan."
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the flying sword flew back and forth in the air, bringing up streaks of white rainbow sword light, which was shocking.
The green-colored Flying Sword Fifteen was obviously a little resentful, slowly flying around Chen Ping'an, very puzzled.
They are certainly the best natal flying swords in the world.
But it is not Chen Pingan's destiny.
The relationship between the two parties is not that of king and minister, master and servant, but rather like Chen Ping'an leading two young children with newly enlightened minds, one with a bad temper and the other with a gentle temperament.
But Chen Pingan thinks this is not bad.
The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is solemn and eerie.
The red-clothed swordsman who was the Dinghai Shenzhen is dead. His death was so smooth that if his body hadn’t turned into a rainbow and arrived with a fierce force, followed by a heart-piercing sword that was unparalleled, everyone would have thought that this guy was the best.
, is a charlatan who deceives the world and steals his reputation.
The burly and strong man who asked the gods to come down, his silver eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.
This person had been the most powerful before and had been in the limelight for a while. Now his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he looked pitiful and hesitant to speak.
He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance and could only stand there without moving. He didn't have the courage to pick them up, for fear that he would be struck by a flying sword in the next moment.
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were dark and unclear, and he already wanted to quit.
His hands naturally drooped, and his previously clear sleeves no longer looked strange.
Only the small willow leaf sword with the hollow hosta as the scabbard hovered above his shoulder, like a loyal guard dog, protecting its master.
A hunt that was thought to be nothing more than an autumn outing ended up in a desolate situation with heavy casualties.
As for the two young foreigners, one was unscathed in battle, and the one on the tree was even more unscathed.
At this moment, the fear of the Immortal Family Cave on the mountain arose spontaneously for these wild cultivators of the mountains and rivers, who were considered influential in their respective places, and once again enveloped their hearts.
The old formation master was so disheartened that the formation was just a few steps away from being completed, but was completely destroyed by this swordsman who suffered a thousand blows.
Stealing chickens is a waste of money, and two proud disciples died on the spot. Those two unlucky boys were not amazing in their aptitudes, but they were well-behaved and obedient, making their arousal smooth.
The old formation master took out the orbs he had put in his sleeves and formed formations one by one, forming a large protective formation in small formations.
Stand ready.
The Qi practitioner who practices the Five Elements Wood Technique remains silent all the time.
Monks like him, who can both attack and defend, can not only move mountains and pull out trees, but also raise pet pets of flowers, monsters, insects, and plant spirits, which are like auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield. Moreover, they are often good at healing and detoxifying spells, and they often cannot establish the foundation in one fell swoop.
Although he is in a war situation, he is a very popular Qigong practitioner.
If you can choose three people to go together, then the most lethal and invincible sword cultivator, the invincible military cultivator, plus a farmer's pharmacist, a Taoist Waidan sect disciple, or a Mufa Qi practitioner, it can be said that the Qi practitioners work hand in hand.
There is almost no best lineup in the world that has been practiced everywhere.
No one wants to take the initiative to speak.
Everyone has their own agenda.
Chen Pingan held the long sword relic of the swordsman in red upside down and looked down.
The sword body is like a pool of autumn water, with ripples reflected by the sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.
It must be a good sword.
I just don't know how much it's worth.
The evil monk was the only bold person who made any move. He was sneaky, with one hand behind his back, holding up a silver-white porcelain vase, one foot tall, with a narrow mouth and a big belly. There were ferocious faces constantly wandering on the porcelain surface.
And passing by is like a cruel cage imprisoning the soul.
This person recited the mantra silently and used the spiritual weapon in his hand to secretly gather the soul of the red swordsman after his death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he succeeds, his strength will skyrocket. He is a martial arts master at the peak of the Sixth Realm and has a strong soul.
, as long as it is successfully refined into a Yin Soldier and Yin General, and is properly maintained, and then stays in mass graves and ancient battlefields, allowing it to continuously absorb the Yin Evil Qi, it may be able to return to the Sixth Realm, or even become a Seventh Realm one.
The heroic spirit fetus.
When the time comes, why do I need to look at other people’s faces?
I'm afraid the kings of those small countries all have to look at their own faces.
Lu Tai immediately saw through the little tricks of the evil cultivator and said angrily: "How dare you steal something under my nose?!"
The extremely huge natal flying sword named "Needle Point" fell straight down from the sky above the head of the evil cultivator.
The evil monk hurriedly ran away, and at the same time put away the silver porcelain bottle that was a family heirloom. He had to give up the idea of ​​collecting the soul in order to collect the negative things in the black clay pot to resist the pursuit of the terrifying flying sword. No matter how the evil monk moved around
, the tip of the flying sword always follows him like a shadow.
If Ma Wanfa, the mastermind behind this siege, is included, and if the old formation master's formation is successfully completed, and if the swordsman in red does not die suddenly, and everyone is united, then it will be more than enough to deal with a Golden Core monk.
Everyone is not afraid of death. I am afraid that even the two Golden Core cultivators will not be able to gain any advantage against them.
It’s just that there aren’t that many ifs in the world.
To take a step back, if a group of people gathered for profit have the upper hand, they will be as fierce as tigers. But as long as they are at a disadvantage, their hearts will become scattered and they will become a mob.
The strong man who was at the end of his strength was suddenly filled with surprise and said loudly: "My master said, he will come right away and deal with the two of them personally! Everyone, in addition to Dou Zizhi's sword 'Infatuation', there are also those who originally promised
The square-inch thing given to Dou Zizhi, plus Dou Zizhi’s family property, are all given to everyone!"
The burly man almost screamed at the top of his lungs and said impassionedly: "To seek wealth and honor in a dangerous situation, should I go back to being a mouse burrowing in the ground, or should I be qualified to be on an equal footing with the people on the mountain? Let's do it here!"
The middle-aged swordsman's face was cold and murderous, and he said in a deep voice: "I agree. These two boys deserve to die!"
I saw him twisting his wrist, his sleeves glowing green, 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 moment, at most half a stick of incense!"
The evil cultivator, who was chased by Feijian and looked disgraced, shouted: "Add me! We agreed in advance that in addition to redistributing the dividends, I also want the soul of Mr. Dou. No one can steal it from me!"
The Mufa Qi practitioner nodded, still smiling.
The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand, pulled the two iron whips on the ground back into his hands, and took the lead in striding towards Chen Ping'an.
The head of his family had indeed sent him a secret message before, and he wanted to come in person, and he would definitely kill these two fat sheep here.
Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his sleeves, turned around and swept away as fast as a giant.
The old formation master used the Shuchi Talisman, and there were more than one talisman. Every time the figure appeared ten feet away, in a few blinks, he had disappeared, and the figure disappeared deep into the forest.
The Mufa Qi practitioner tiptoed and swept away behind him. He clearly hit a big tree, but suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Only the evil monk was still rushing towards Chen Ping'an.
The burly man froze on the spot, cursed his mother, and dared not move forward to die.
My little weight is no longer enough.
Such pretense is nothing more than throwing bricks and mortar.
Chen Ping'an was shocked at first, and then relieved. This was only reasonable.
I learned some more myself.
Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Ping'an: "The mastermind just ran away. I'm going to chase him. You should be able to handle it here. I'll come back to you later."
Lu Tai first put away the flying sword needlepoint that was not worthy of the name.
On the wrists of his hands and the ankles of his legs, there are purple and gold lotus patterns, which look like they are in bud.
Lu Tai whispered: "Bloom."
Four lifelike purple lotuses bloomed instantly.
To be continued...