Outside the Huan family ancestral hall, everyone managed to fight their way out. The sloppy old man used the secret technique taught by the old castle master Huan to cast a spell with two bowls containing the blood of the Huan family's heirs. After waiting for a moment, the old man slumped to the ground.
, lost his mind and murmured: "Why is it like this? It shouldn't be like this..."
The Huan brothers and sisters, who were covered in blood, looked pale, and the young Taoist priest's lips trembled, "Those demons and ghosts used some insidious method to exhaust the spiritual energy contained in the two stone lions."
Tao Xieyang sat down on the ground and leaned on the ground with his knife.
The old Taoist turned his head and looked at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the school martial arts field. The mountains were sinking, fists were fighting against the enemy, and there were swords blazing across the sea of ​​clouds.
The old man had a faint hope, struggled to stand up, and said to the four young people: "You four, leave Eagle Castle quickly. You escorted me here before, and now it is my turn to escort you children.
You should leave some blood and incense for the Huan family of Feiying Castle, don’t hesitate, leave this place as soon as possible, go as far as possible, and don’t think about revenge in the future!"
Tao Xieyang showed no sign of getting up. He looked up at the Huan woman he had loved for many years and said hoarsely: "Huan Shu, you and Huan Chang go together. I want to stay here. I'm really tired after traveling all over the country for so many years.
, I won’t leave today.”
When the young Taoist priest was about to speak, Tao Xieyang shook his head and said, "Huang Shang, don't try to persuade me, I've already made up my mind!"
The old Taoist sighed, led his disciples and the Huan brothers and sisters, and headed towards the nearby North Gate of Flying Eagle Castle.
Tao Xieyang sat cross-legged, facing the door of the ancestral hall, and began to wipe the long knife with his sleeves.
Huang Shang ran with his master and the others, his vision was hazy, and he never dared to look back at the young warrior.
Huan Shu suddenly turned her head and looked at the desolate back of the familiar man. She couldn't bear it. Thousands of words in her heart disappeared as soon as they came to her mouth.
Between life and death, the truest temperament.
The young woman was dragged away by her brother and did not stay any longer.
Tao Xieyang lowered his head, stared at the face reflected by the bright blade, and twitched the corner of his mouth, still not liking it.
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When the ghost baby was stabbed to death by a bamboo fan from Lu Tai, the wails could be heard from the hall of the main building. On the sea of ​​black clouds outside the building, the two flying swords were still flying wildly, and the old man with the high crown appeared again.
, his face was extremely ugly, and he was so angry that even the crown of the Five Sacred Mountains began to tremble, and the sea of ​​clouds that had almost submerged the ridges of the roofs was rolling like boiling water.
The old man roared towards the main building: "Trash, trash! What's the point of keeping you?!"
The tall-crowned old man stretched out a hand and clenched it suddenly.
In the lobby, the whisk man was struggling to deal with two flying swords. At the beginning of his learning, he had been controlled by the old man with the master's secret method. At this moment, his heart exploded without warning, and then his soul was shattered and his bones and flesh were separated in an instant.
All the blood was cleanly peeled off and turned into a large group of scarlet blood cells, which rushed outwards regardless of the cost. A Qihai explosion in the sea-viewing realm had already destroyed the talisman array occupied by Lu Taijiu.
, it was blown to pieces and was on the verge of collapse. When the blood spurted out, it was like a tired bird returning to its nest, trying to fly towards the old man Yunhai outside the building.
Lu Tai frowned and retracted the needle tip to prevent it from being contaminated by the dirty blood. At that time, it would not be as easy as consuming heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He no longer poured spiritual energy into the talisman array, so the blood stretched out like a stream.
The long and slender river spread from the lobby to the tall-crowned old man above the sea of ​​clouds, pouring into the old man's palm.
The old man had a full stomach like a hungry man, his eyes were filled with blood, he waved his sleeves with both hands, and two streams of bright red Qi surged out from the big sleeves. For a moment, a strong wind blew, and on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, two flying swords flew everywhere in the sea of ​​clouds.
drift.
The old man with a high crown looked ferocious, looking down at the central mountain that had not touched the ground, and said angrily: "Fight to the death! I was thinking about the ghost baby being born, but I lost my appetite, so I pressed you under the mountain millstone and squeezed out the essence bit by bit.
Blood, since everything has stopped for me now, I don’t need to be so particular about it! Go to hell!”
Lu Tai had already arrived at the observation deck of the main building of Flying Eagle Fort. He flew two flying swords towards the old man Yunhai and laughed heartily: "Old thief! I have been waiting for this day in Taipingshan for a long time!"
The old man's face hardened, and then he laughed maniacally and said, "Even if I die here today, I still want you two genius monks from Taiping Mountain to be buried with you!"
The old man kept waving his sleeves with one hand, trying his best to stop the assassination of the four flying swords with needle-pointed wheat and light on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. He made a fist with the other hand and smashed it down fiercely, "You little bastard, are you going to die?!"
Lu Tai's eyes changed slightly, and he muttered "go" silently. A colorful ribbon flashed from the upper balcony, and together with the demon-binding rope wrapped around the mountain like a golden dragon, it was lifted up together. It was absolutely
This central mountain cannot be allowed to merge with the other four mountains that are rooted in the earth. When the five mountains form an array, Chen Ping'an, not to mention a martial artist of the fourth realm, but also a sixth realm physique, will probably be crushed into a puddle of flesh alive.
Lu Tai shouted angrily, "Raise it!"
The mountain peak began to rise a few feet higher.
"Who doesn't know how to fight to the death?!" The tall-guan old man was worthy of being a ruthless mountain cultivator. He laughed wantonly and stood up. After putting away the futon, his lower body immediately began to rot like dead wood, and ashes continued to float.
The old man still ignored it and rushed to the middle mountain. After his feet touched the top of the mountain, he pressed down suddenly, causing the mountain peak restrained by the colorful belt and the golden demon-binding rope to successfully press to the bottom!
When the Zhongyue landed, the entire Eagle Castle began to tremble, so much so that cracks began to appear in the mountains outside the castle.
The golden demon-binding rope slid along the mountain to the ground. The old man Gaoguan laughed, stretched out his hand to grab the demon-binding rope, and held it in the palm of his hand.
When the five mountains gathered together, the formation was completed. On the balcony, Lu Tai spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered forward for a few steps, finally held on to the railing, moved his fingers slightly, and said with difficulty: "Come back..."
The colorful belt that originally bound Zhongyue also lost its brilliance and began to return to its original shape. Then it flew towards the main building. The old man's eyes lit up. He stretched out his arm again and grabbed the colorful belt in his hand. He had just obtained the demon-binding rope.
And this colorful ribbon, which was undoubtedly a magic weapon at a glance, was in his pocket. There is no limit to the way. Although he still suffered a big loss this time, at least he did not lose all his money.
The old man sat cross-legged again, and the futon appeared out of thin air. After this battle, the Five Mountains Crown on his head had lost its spiritual energy.
Overhead, on the other side of the sea of ​​clouds, only the two flying swords of the sword cultivator in the main building, one large and one small, were still struggling. The old man Gaoguan had been secretly observing the two pocket flying swords before, and successfully crushed the two flying swords in Zhongyue.
After the young man in golden robe, the flying sword fell to the ground and landed in two alleys in the distance. It was probably destroyed. It was a pity.
Today's great revenge was avenged, and the old man felt a little happy. Firstly, he could not support the Five Mountains True Form Formation. Secondly, he had to quickly peel off the golden robe from the young man's corpse, and then quickly left the Flying Eagle Castle to avoid being supported by the Fuji Sect.
Or the old bastard from Taiping Mountain can stop and kill him, otherwise he will become a lost dog again like he did back then.
At this point, there is still no golden elixir or Yuan Ying Ancestor in Taiping Mountain to take action. It seems that the two cubs, one dead and one injured, were too much and gave themselves a chance to leave safely. However, the two young people are definitely
He is the most outstanding direct disciple of Taiping Mountain, and maybe he is the proud disciple of the mountain master, so he has the courage to wear such a magic weapon and swagger through the market.
If he hadn't formed an undying feud with Taipingshan a long time ago, I might have avoided its edge long ago.
The old man Gaoguan silently recited the mantra "Collect the Mountains", and the five peaks rose instantly from the ground, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally returned to the crown of the Five Mountains.
The old man waved his sleeves to control the sea of ​​clouds, blocking Lu Tai's two flying swords.
While sitting cross-legged on the futon, he smiled and walked down to the school martial arts field.
There was a pool of dazzling gold on the ground, like a piece of golden clothing accidentally dropped from a bamboo pole and spread randomly on the ground.
It was clear that a magic weapon was at his fingertips, but the old man with a high crown changed his face drastically. He clapped his hands in the air, and the whole person and the futon suddenly rose into the sky. After a series of battles, and with the exhaustion of the old man's own spiritual energy, the black sea of ​​clouds was completely destroyed.
Madness flocked to the old man.
The golden touch on the school martial arts field jumped up from the pit just big enough for one person to lie down, and shouted loudly: "Lu Tai, lend me the tip of the needle!"
Lu Tai was not surprised at all. His mind moved slightly, and the tip of the huge flying sword appeared at Chen Ping'an's feet.
From the previous "fall" on the 15th day of the lunar month, Lu Tai actually discovered clues. Chen Pingan said that they were natal flying swords, but they were not his natal flying swords. Therefore, if Chen Pingan really died, Chu Pingan would
Fifteen will kill the enemy even more desperately. Only Chen Pingan fakes his death and deliberately lets the two flying swords act.
After that, the demon-binding rope also "pretended to be dead", and Lu Tai endured it very hard not to laugh out loud.
Following the example, Lu Tai also deliberately lost control of the colorful belt and allowed the old man Gaoguan to take it away.
The old man's castration was very fast, but on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, which had been hiding nearby, the castration came even faster.
One to the left and one to the right, they pierced the futon in an instant, causing the Gaoguan old man's escape speed to slow down slightly.
There was also Lu Tai's Feijian Maimang blocking them at high altitude.
The most important thing is that Lu Tai's colorful belt and Chen Ping'an's golden demon-binding rope came to life again, and at the same time bound the Gaoguan old man's arms, like two pythons wrapping around his body.
And Chen Pingan, stepping on the tip of the flying sword, flew into the air chasing the old man Gaoguan and Yunhai, and flew away.
Journey with the sword!
Although under the suppression of the mountain, he used the ribbons from Lutai to delay time, and Chen Ping'an had already identified the biggest pothole. Before punching, he stamped his feet to crack the ground and temporarily opened up a large pit for lying down.
Chen Ping'an, who escaped being shattered to pieces, but was pressed down by the majestic air machine of the Five Mountains Formation, felt like he was in a sealed coffin. However, Chen Ping'an didn't feel comfortable at all. Several of his ribs had been broken. If he hadn't been used to it in the Bamboo House
If you don't do this, you can only watch the old man Gaoguan leave.
Before Chen Pingan stepped on the sword and "flyed up", he used the sword master's method of controlling the sword to hold the long sword "Infatuated" that he had thrown aside in the palm of his hand.
There are colorful ribbons and demon-binding ropes binding the old man's two coins, and these two objects can break through the cover of the sea of ​​clouds, and accurately pull three flying swords to pierce the futon.
This made Chen Ping'an, who was wielding a sword for the first time, quickly catch up with the old man Gaoguan and strike the guy in the back of the head with his sword.
The old man really tried his best to control the sea of ​​clouds and speed forward, and finally managed to dodge the sword. However, the sword energy overflowed and still left a blood groove on the head of the old man with a high crown.
Going up to the balcony, Lu Tai gritted his teeth and said the word "flower" again, his green shirt fluttering, and he chased after him in the wind.
The speed is even faster than the tip of a flying sword.
Lu Tai drew an arc in the air, and in a dozen blinks of an eye, he quickly intercepted the path of the tall-guan old man in the Dragon Gate Realm.
The old man had suffered so much that he didn't dare to push through and turned around. As a result, he was pierced by the young man in gold robe who was too slow to move his sword twice. It was heartbreaking!
And this sword is extremely weird.
The vitality and spiritual energy suddenly disappeared and were absorbed by the long sword that passed through the body.
The old man stopped and the sea of ​​clouds under the futon hovered directly.
He looked down at the tip of the sword and smiled sadly.
The ones who took my life were not those four natal flying swords.
The person who helped this long sword take my life turned out to be just a square-inch talisman that I despised.
Now, how come these little guys from the Zongzitouxian family are more cunning and cunning than us Shanze wild cultivators?
To be continued...