On this day, as usual, after listening to the song, the madman staggered towards the small courtyard, and as soon as he entered the door, the madman noticed that the courtyard seemed to be entering again!

If the Dao is not cultivated, it does not mean that other places have not grown, after all, it takes an extremely large amount of spiritual power to maintain the operation of the weird red, in the early years on Guiyun Mountain, he asked the master for a book of magic secrets to strengthen spiritual power, and later under the torture of the Tianyuan Pavilion at night, the spiritual power has crossed a large level, and the spiritual power of the madman has far exceeded the monks of the same realm by many times, and even some monks who are one or two big realms higher than him are far inferior to him.

The corners of the maniac's mouth are slightly upturned, and something new is coming!

Then he had to pull the man's sword, and the man was wrapped in a black robe, so that people could not see his face clearly, and without saying a word, he cut horizontally.

"Another mute, I want to be with that guy, he's become a skeleton, you can go over and accompany him. The old god of the madman said that when he saw this guy enter his own array, his speed around him had begun to decline, but it didn't look obvious, and he thought that he was a master who was much higher than his own realm, and he really looked up to himself.

The skeleton soldier launched an attack on the black-robed man under the command of the Lingqi skeleton, and a fiery dragon rose into the sky, rushing towards the black-robed man with teeth and claws.

The weird red spread out, the double array under his feet was superimposed, the wind array was in the light, the sluggish array was in the dark, and as for the skeleton killing array, it had already chosen to go out and lurk at the gate of the small courtyard.

I took two steps forward, stretched comfortably, and the door was wide open.

A long sword rushed from the oblique stab, as fast as lightning. The madman pretended to take a step back, shouting, "What a demon!"

"Yo, you're quite capable, you can't beat that. The madman rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stick from the side, and motioned for the skeleton to step aside, where he moved his waist and prepared to get started.

The black-robed man was not in a hurry, and folded his arms around his chest, as if he was watching a play.

"You wait, when I am done, you won't be able to run. The fanatic said as he moved.

The black-robed man noticed that it was too late at his feet, but he did not panic, raised his sword and drew a semicircle in the air, rolling up the fire dragon, and drawing another semicircle, pushing the fire dragon back.

The skeleton soldier was not afraid of death, raised his spear and was about to hit the man through the fire dragon, the giant axe skeleton did not rush over, and the backhand was a hurricane to kill, under the collision of the two, the fire dragon and the hurricane canceled each other out in the air, and those skeleton soldiers rushed to the black-robed man safely.

The black-robed man changed his sword momentum again, making a block style, and a spirit shield manifested on the sword body, and those spears hit the spirit shield, making a crisp impact sound of "bang bang", but there was no way to break the spirit shield.

The black-robed man shook his head repeatedly.

Ridiculed, the madman inevitably blushed, in the past in the mountains, although he had not been seriously immersed in this way, but every morning and evening he also practiced swordsmanship with his master, how much should be a little godlike, but in the past few years, he has no intention of cultivating at all, and swordsmanship has long been out of his mind.

The sticks are getting more and more chaotic, and there is a tendency to dance wildly.

Saying this, his psychology is beating the drum, his spiritual power does not advance but retreats, the other party is at least a master of the ruin realm, how can he fight?

"I'm going to start. "The madman has no choice but to find a way to drag the other party, as long as the other party is still in the formation, just by eroding the sand and gravel, a top-level artifact-like existence, he can drag the other party to death.

After thinking about it, he raised the wooden stick and killed it, and between the swings of the wooden stick, there were only fancy skills, and there was no sharp momentum to kill the enemy.

"Criminal, look at the sword!"

The black-robed man was in a hurry, lifted the hat on his head, and held the long sword, the tip of which was pointed directly at the madman.

The madman was still proud that even if he didn't have spiritual power, he could beat you monks who cultivated high, and what if he cultivated high, he entered my array, and I said that if you want to be beaten, you will be beaten.

The sword momentum of the black-robed man became more and more ferocious, but it did not carry a trace of murderous aura.

On the contrary, because of the erosion of the sand, I already feel a little out of breath.

The fanatic threw away his stick and stepped forward, striking the black-robed man in the left eye with a punch, and then quickly retreated with the help of the wind.

"Don't call me Master, I Chen Jiuge don't have an apprentice like you. The black-robed man said sharply.

"Master, your eyes are all right. The madman suddenly saw a dark circle on his left eye, and he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"You little monk who can't freeze your soul, how can you hurt me? Chen Jiuge snorted coldly.

In the blink of an eye, he knelt on the ground with a bang, and looked at the handsome man in front of him with a little vicissitudes.

The long sword stopped a millimeter in front of the maniac's forehead, and if he advanced an inch, he would be killed on the spot, and the maniac did not dodge.

He looked at the man he was about to forget with complicated eyes, and called softly, "Master." ”

"It's not like I don't have the face to see you. The madman whispered.

Chen Jiuge didn't believe this set of foolish ghost rhetoric. A few days ago, he had just heard that there was a situation on the side of the Heavenly Abyss Pavilion, and a large number of prisoners had escaped, so he "chuckled" in his heart, thinking that this kid would return directly to the clouds to seek refuge.

As a result, I didn't wait for life or death, so I thought that according to the urine nature of that kid, I definitely didn't want to cause trouble for Guiyunshan and myself, so I came back to the small courtyard.

The fanatic hurriedly gathered the formation first, and Chen Jiuge's breathing gradually stabilized.

"Master is right, Master is wise and martial, how can I hurt you. The madman got up, slipped behind Chen Jiuge, and rubbed Chen Jiuge's shoulders in a charming manner.

"Let me tell you, don't come to this set, and you don't know how to return to Yunshan when you come back, I see that your kid has hard wings, and he wants to fly by himself, right?" Chen Jiuge obviously enjoyed it, but he still didn't forget to continue to reprimand the fanatic.

"Huh?" Chen Jiuge turned his head to look at the maniac, it's the other way around, this kid still wants to beat me?

No, it looks like you've just beaten it?

"I can't, I can't beat you. The fanatic said.

Sure enough, the smell of fireworks in the small courtyard was extremely heavy, and at a glance, I knew that it was inhabited, so I simply squatted in the courtyard to guard this guy.

"I don't care what you did before, now that I'm here, even if I tie you up, you have to go back with me. Chen Jiuge said.

Well, this revenge has to find a chance to get revenge.

"Wrong, wrong, how dare I hit Master, I'll just go back to the mountain with you. "The madman's mind is in a hurry, now the consumption of the formation on himself is too great, and he is in a state of loss of qi and blood and malnutrition every day, so he must die early? Why don't you go to Guiyun Mountain to search for some exercises to strengthen your spiritual power and replenish your qi and blood, at least don't let yourself die young?