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In the dust all over the sky, I heard a man stepping slowly, walking out of the pit destroyed by ice and fire. Every step he took, the breath released became stronger. Seven steps fell and the man appeared.
In front of Bai Xiangbing and others: "Xiaoxiao is not weak at the strength of her, but is it so easy to kill people from the Sect?"
"This breath is level seven!" Bai Xiangbing took a breath of air conditioning. Dongfang Yaomeng and Bai Xiangling retreated one after another. The three of them were close together. Bai Xiangbing looked at the old man in front of him who was dressed in ordinary clothes but had a face as beautiful as a jade. He thought to himself: "
I'm so fucking, is this true or false? How did you draw such a person out?"
Bai Xiangbing, a practitioner of the seventh level, has never been heard of in the Jiuqu Empire. Needless to say, he has seen it, let alone this hostile situation. When he reaches the seventh level, it is like a fish leaping on the dragon gate, and it is a sixth level.
The difference between the mud clouds. When it reaches this level, whether its attributes are cultivated or not, they will exert extremely destructive power. They can already use the spiritual power between heaven and earth to assist in attacks. The power of spiritual skills is like a leap.
The improvement is by no means comparable to the sixth level.
"Great Elder Hong Qiu, pay homage to the sect leader!"
"Below the armor-breaking gang Yan..." Before the man in black robe could finish his words, a few drops of blood fell on the ground with a cold light. A sun and moon sword with a cold light penetrated his back.
The head of the strange soldier sect drew a knife indifferently. The man in black robe surnamed Yan fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes protruding, and the shattered internal organ fragments mixed with blood flowed out of his mouth.
"Silk--" Seeing this scene, Bai Xiangbing took a light breath, and the sword in his hand was tighter. The energy generated by the integration of attributes in his body would burst out at any time.
"This is Wang Haijiao. Here, there are never any real friends or cooperation. Once they lose their effect, they will die. There is a living example in front of you." Dongfang Yaomeng's tender voice came to Bai Xiangbing's ears.
Xiang Bing nodded, after all, the example is right in front of him, and it is impossible not to believe it.
"You used to be very hard..." Bai Xiangbing said softly with concern.
"That's nothing to do..." Dongfang Yaomeng said: "I hope you are my last partner... I don't want to experience that thing again."
Bai Xiangbing glanced at Dongfang Yaomeng, and his eyes with a little dark red were filled with sadness. This was the first time Dongfang Yaomeng mentioned the past in front of him. Although both of them had their own secrets, it was like Bai Xiangbing from
Another world is reincarnated.
I'm afraid the past of Dongfang Yaomeng is not easy.
"All disciples welcome the sect leader!" "The sect leader will be united in the world for generations!"
The disciples of the Sword Sect all knelt on the ground to welcome the Sword Sect. Even those who were injured got up and knelt on to welcome the Sword Sect leader.
"You younger generations are too bold and arrogant. How can I kill my fellow soldiers in the Sword Sect just say it?" The eyes that were originally narrowed slightly, and a powerful gravity suppressed Bai Xiangbing and the other two.
The sect leader said, "It's too bad to take my Gongsun Motong seriously. I'm so arrogant at such a young age. I have to educate your parents well."
Bai Xiangbing and the other two were all stuck on the ground, wanting to rely on the sword to support their bodies. The spiritual power in their bodies was running wildly, but the pressure did not weaken at all, but became stronger.
Although I really want to complain about how old-fashioned the words this person said are, they have used bad villain dialogues in the online articles of the previous life, but their strength is indeed very strong!
Click.
There was a faint sound of bone fractures coming from the three of them, and blood flowed out of their mouths, but the three of them didn't care about so much. If they were distracted, they might end up being crushed to death.
Seeing these three people who could barely stand under pressure, Gongsun Motong shouted: "Kneel down for me!"
"puff!"
Bai Xiangbing, who had the worst physique, bleed blood in his mouth, dyed the sword red, and the sound of broken bones on his body was covered with blood. His face was stained with white hair and white robe.
"Ice...Puff!" Bai Xiangling saw Bai Xiangbing vomiting blood and was in a mess. When she was distracted, blood was also spurted out of her mouth and fell to the ground with Bai Xiangbing.
"Uncle Ling, come out and help." Dongfang Yaomeng could barely hold on to the blood around her, murmured in her heart.
At this time, the tiger-patterned sword lit up slightly, and the middle-aged man's voice sounded in Dongfang Yaomeng's heart again: "Haha, this time, I won't need to say Xiaomeng, I will take action, uncle!"
Buzz —
An energy cover rose slowly in the sword, covering all three of them. As the gravity disappeared, the injuries on Bai Xiangbing and Bai Xiangling began to heal slowly under the action of the energy cover. This recovery speed was far away
Not common healing medicines are comparable.
The tiger-patterned sword in Dongfang Yaomeng's hand slowly floated up, and a stream of blue smoke condensed on the sword, and under Gongsun Motong's eyebrows slightly raised, it turned into a human form.
"Haha, my Xiaomeng said that I have to teach you a good lesson." The man smiled faintly.
"This friend, your surname is..." Gongsun Motong clasped his fists at the somewhat illusory man. Although he could not feel the aura of this illusory human form, he would never treat him as a mediocre person. He could not see him without seeing him.
It can easily transform the strange gravity and heal the wounds.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of the records in an ancient book and said to myself: "Is it the sword spirit?"
The sword spirit is a weapon spirit that only a few sword masters can have. This kind of sword can only be shaped if people with the talented skills of talisman array and medicine are cooperating at the same time. If there is no spirit, no matter it is.
No matter how powerful it is, it can only be called a dead weapon. Only things that have spirits are called spiritual weapons, also called living weapons.
"You are not qualified to know my surname. You just need to know that you can't eat it today and go with it." In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Gongsun Motong, with a white light mixed with the illusory palm, and slapped Gongsun Motong.
The purple poisonous spirit turned into a purple armor on Gongsun Motong's body while it was tumbling. A poisonous force was implicitly contained in it, as if as long as the sword spirit attacked him, he would be poisoned.
"It's meaningless." Jian Ling sneered, and the illusory palm had already slapped Gongsun Motong's body. The strong poisonous armor quickly melted under the dazzling white light like the remaining snow meeting the scorching sun.
"How is this possible?" Gongsun Motong said in shock. This pair of poison armor had helped him escape the gates of hell many times, but this time, he was not so lucky.
Not to mention that the sword spirit can completely suppress Gongsun Motong. This armor can indeed effectively kill creatures, but the sword spirit is not a physical body, but a virtual body, an energy body, and this poison is completely useless to him.
The illusory sword spirit exhaled, and Gongsun Motong quickly flew backwards and smashed hard on the ground in the incredible gaze of the disciples of the Amazing Sect.
Very scared.
A stream of energy destroys Gongsun Motong's body. This energy is like a maggot in the tarsal bone. No matter how much spiritual amount Gongsun Motong uses to refine it, it will be refined by this stream of energy.
Gongsun Motong was vomiting blood from his mouth, staring at the floating sword spirit with resentment. After that brief move, Gongsun Motong already knew that he was far from comparable to this sword spirit, so all the plans had to be ruined and vomited.
His mouth was filled with blood and he said viciously: "The green mountains do not change, and the water flows forever. I will never swallow this tone easily!"
"Then there will be a date later." Jian Ling smiled faintly.
Gongsun Motong shook his sleeves and shouted coldly: "Let's go!"
Seeing that the sect leader could not fight with this strange phantom, the disciples of the Sword Sect did not dare to fight with him. They followed Gongsun Motong's butt and left in shame.
Looking at the disciples of the Sword Sect who looked like dragons when they came and like insects when they went, and Gongsun Motong, Dongfang Yaomeng said: "These guys are so hateful! Why don't you kill him!"
Hearing Dongfang Yaomeng’s complaint, Jianling also twitched his mouth slightly and said, “This guy is a seventh level, not a kitten or a dog.”
Looking at Bai Xiangbing and Bai Xiangling, who were covered in blood, Jian Ling said: "These two people first used secret techniques and were hit harder. The backlash of secret techniques became stronger. The most urgent task is to save them and some.
It’s wonderful to transfer the living Moying to everyone.”
Dongfang Yaomeng nodded in agreement: "Why don't you move north? The north is the powerful restricted area of the Aoist Sect, and there are basically not many Aoist Sect people there."
"Is the Divine Vein Pavilion?" Jian Ling smiled and said, "Haha, that's fine!"