The night is like water, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

Wang Ping'an, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, his hairs stood up, and a feeling of extreme danger rose to his heart.

He jumped up from the bed in fright, but saw a sword light outside the window, dazzling and dazzling, with a terrible sound of breaking the air, from far and near.

There were still dozens of meters away from him, and the cold sword qi had already penetrated the glass on the window, and the broken glass fell like raindrops.

This sword was too terrifying and mysterious, and the array flags around the orchard did not react, and they were broken through the defense by the wooden sword.

"What a strong sword!" Wang Ping'an frowned, this enemy is indeed very strong, and it is difficult to beat the opponent with his bare hands.

Thankfully, he has the protection provided by the system.

It's a long story, this sword, with a terrifying momentum, is coming in an instant.

Just as he was about to pierce through the window, thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

Bang!

A terrible bolt of lightning fell on the peachwood sword.

The sword light, which seemed to be indestructible and invincible, instantly withered, emitting a tooth-sore sound, and obvious cracks appeared!

At the same moment, the Maoshan Daoren, who had pinned his divine sense on the peachwood sword, hid in the nearby wilderness and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and let out an incomprehensible scream: "Poof...... Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, why is there such a strong Heavenly Thunder?"

The two second-generation disciples of Maoshan who were guarding him were also terrified: "Senior Uncle, what's wrong with you? With your old cultivation realm, who else in this world can hurt you?"

"It's not human, it's not human, it's ...... Yes...... Poof!" The old Taoist priest was even more frightened, screamed, and spurted another mouthful of blood, and the whole person couldn't sit still, and fell to the side.

It turned out that the peachwood sword, after cracking, wailed, and wanted to escape back to the old Taoist priest of Maoshan, but the thunder did not give up, and it was a thunderbolt chasing it.

Boom, click!

The sword is shattered!

When the thunder and lightning bombarded the peachwood sword, the cultivators who were temporarily healing their wounds in the village ran to the courtyard one after another and saw this terrible scene.

The terrifying heavenly thunder actually rolled down, shattering a peachwood flying sword beyond everyone's imagination.

That peachwood sword, which can fly through the air, has a vertical and horizontal sword qi, and is somewhat familiar, it should be the sword of Fu'an Daochang, a disciple of Maoshan generation, and he has seen the power of this sword in the crater during the day.

"Who am I, where am I, and what happened?"

"This is the magic weapon of the big man of the Condensation Period, Fu'an Daochang, with the carrier of the Divine Imperial Sword, it was ruined like this?

"Wang Ping'an is terrible, his orchard is simply a tiger's den in Longtan, and I don't lose my five million ticket fees, otherwise I don't know how to die." ”

These cultivators, seeing this scene of thunder rolling in the sky, were very frightened, and forcibly added drama to themselves, showing their fear and happiness to the fullest.

And the person who is really afraid of misery is none other than Daoist Fu'an.

The sword shattered, and so did his heart!

With the Divine Imperial Sword, it is necessary to use the divine mind to cultivate the magic weapon, and after several years, or even more than ten years of hard work, it is possible to succeed.

This is a beginner skill of Edgeworth, but in an era when the aura is depleted, it is a high-end combat skill that everyone envies.

Cultivators in the contemplation period, in any sect, are all high-ranking bosses, usually respected, and will not go down the mountain at all unless they are major events.

This time, Daoist Fu'an came for the fire unicorn to kill Wang Ping'an, but he did it easily.

Who knew that the fire qilin's counterattack failed to destroy the peachwood sword, but it was destroyed in Wang Ping'an's orchard.

That ordinary-looking orchard turned out to be terrifying.

Wang Ping'an is too terrible.

The corners of Fu'an Daoren's mouth were bleeding, and he struggled to get up from the ground, and said to the two teachers and nephews who were also frightened: "Run away, Wang Ping'an's orchard must have a master in charge! Think about the Tianwumen annihilation tragedy, the terrible thunder attack, there is no living mouth at the scene!"

Qingyun Dao Chang was like being struck by lightning, cold sweat instantly wet his clothes, the Tianwumen annihilation incident, finally had an eyebrow, and the rolling thunder was the most terrible evidence.

How many of today's cultivators can summon Heavenly Thunder?

There are so many disciples who practice the Thunder Method, and the people who can summon one or two small thunderbolts are only three or five, compared with these heavenly thunders in Wang Ping'an's orchard, they are simply scum.

Sure enough, this kind of person is not a small casual cultivator with no background, nor is he a disciple of the Medicine King Valley who has long since broken the inheritance, and there are terrifying cultivators behind him.

Thinking about these clearly, the people of Qingyun Dao picked up their uncle Fu'an, called the same shocked junior brother, and fled in a hurry.

When he was fleeing, he still looked behind him from time to time, for fear that a cultivator would fly out of the orchard and destroy them all.

"Wang Ping'an can't be provoked, at least not now...... Let's return to Maoshan immediately, we don't want the opportunity here. Daoist Fu'an commanded weakly.

"Everything is arranged by Uncle Shi. "Daoist Qingyun and his junior brother were so frightened that they had no backbone at this time, and they felt that it was safest to return to Maoshan.

What happened that night turned their minds upside down and shattered their pride.

In the past, they thought that the strongest cultivators in the world were in Maoshan, and although there were also strong people in several other major sects, they were by no means as many as Maoshan.

But today, I found out that an unknown small mountain village and a small orchard actually had the strength to kill the strong people of Maoshan Mountain.

Because of the comprehensive strength of Daoist Fu'an, among the disciples of the Maoshan faction, he ranked in the top six, and such a fairy-like figure almost died here?

Wang Ping'an pulled his slippers, walked to the window, looked at the orchard that had returned to calm, and shook his head secretly.

"Why bother, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of attack is it? It's just a pity that this peachwood sword, forget it, pick it up tomorrow and take a look, and see if it may be a bead." ”

If you can drive beads, Wang Ping'an is ready to make a peach wood bracelet and give it to Wang Tiantian to wear.

In today's world, aura is gradually recovering, and there are more and more strange things.

As for the broken glass of the window, it's all a minor problem, just let someone reinstall it tomorrow.

At this time, there is a "ding" sound, and there is a system reminder.

Wang Ping'an opened the system panel and found that 20 points of merit had been automatically deducted.

"The threat has been lifted, 20 merit points will be deducted, please earn more merit for the host in case you need it. ”

This time, it is considered that the system helped Wang Ping'an survive, not a task, so after completing it, there is no reward.

However, Wang Ping'an was very satisfied, and felt that he had merit and protection of his body, and he could continue to die.

It's just that merit is too difficult to earn, before the system was upgraded, Wang Ping'an donated one billion to do good deeds, and only then did more than 200 merits come in.

Now practicing medicine to save people, there are occasional merits in the account, but very little, saving a good person, there is a little merit.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an turned around and went back to sleep, but several other cultivators who lived in the same building couldn't sleep and called him one after another to ask what had happened.

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