I quietly watched the two of them perform, not at all in a hurry, even a little funny.

It's really incomprehensible, how did the two of them cultivate to the Spirit Pill Realm, if such a monk is seen by external forces, it will really be a shame for our cultivation world.

From their words, I also learned that I was worth 100 million.

And the bounty was actually Chen Xiaodong's family, who had a feud a long time ago.

If they don't say it, I'll forget about this person.

The greedy whispers of the two have already defaulted to me as a meal on the plate, and they have even begun to discuss how to divide the reward in advance, and they don't take me seriously at all.

I silently summoned the little sword of the green dragon, hovering it over my side, and as they spoke, aimed at the weak, round-faced monk, and the sound of "whoosh!" flew over.

At the same time, I quickly swung my arms and slashed horizontally at them.

The red air blade more than one meter long flew horizontally, and if the two of them didn't dodge, they would both have to break their waists into two.

Sensing my attack, the thin monk reacted first, grabbing the round-faced monk and pulling him backwards, throwing the roulette wheel in his hand.

The spiked roulette wheel whirled in the air, and the "bang" sound knocked the air blade apart.

The Qinglong sword was originally aimed at the temple of the round-faced monk, but after being dragged away, it stabbed into the air, and I immediately controlled it to change direction and stabbed at the back of the round-faced monk's head.

Even if the two of them are in the elixir realm, there is a limit to the speed of their bodies.

The round-faced monk instinctively tilted his neck when he sensed the threat.

Although he escaped the deadly sneak attack on the back of the head, one ear was completely cut off by the Qinglong sword.

I only heard him holding the bloody wound in his left ear in pain, and screaming:

"Ah...... me! Half of my face is gone, and my brother will avenge me!"

Seeing that half of his face was indeed bloody, the short monk immediately frowned:

"Boy! Don't talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes, and engage in a sneak attack!"

I literally laughed out loud:

"Heh, you two special killers who take money to kill people, talk to Lao Tzu about the morality of the rivers and lakes, are you worthy?"

With that, I controlled the Qinglong Sword again, and at the same time used the air blade slash to cooperate with each other, and began to attack frantically.

If you want to talk about the elixir realm, it is really a product and a level.

The short and thin monk is on par with me in terms of reaction speed and offensive power.

If it weren't for the advantage of demonic power, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to defeat him.

In particular, the magic weapon of the roulette wheel in his hand is too flexible, as if he already has a spirit, and can attack and defend.

Almost perfectly restrained my Blue Dragon Sword.

And he took out two short knives, relying on his thin figure, fighting with me in close quarters, martial arts, very fierce.

The guards standing behind the corridor were all dumbfounded.

After all, with their level, it was difficult to see the offensive means of the Spirit Pill Realm.

The short monk fought with me fiercely, on a par with me, and seeing that I was indeed a little tricky, he took the opportunity to urge the round-faced monk:

"Lao Zou, are you okay? hurry up and help Lao Tzu!"

After the round-faced monk's ears were cut off by me, he took a small vial of powdered medicine from the ring, gritted his teeth and poured it on the wound, and then took out gauze and bandaged it indiscriminately.

When he stood up again, his head had been wrapped in only one eye and a nose, like a mummy.

He tilted his head and lifted his sword, and shouted through gritted teeth:

"Senior brother, I'm here!"

Seeing the beer-bellied mummy rushing towards me, I pretended not to notice and continued to wrestle with the thin monk.

The ring knife and the green dragon sword were both restrained, and I could only raise my leg suddenly when he rushed over, and greeted him with a fierce kick in the face.

This round-faced monk is a real parallel import, plus his face is covered with gauze to block his vision.

This kick he took hard, the white gauze on his face instantly had many footprints, and he was kicked away with an "oops", hit the wall, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to get up again, but with a roll of his eyes, he simply pretended to be dead and lay on the ground again.

The short and thin monk pursed his lips helplessly, so he gritted his teeth and continued to attack me.

I also gradually discovered the problem, my ring knife is a long weapon, while the short monk's double knife is a short weapon.

I can't do it in such close combat.

Even if the sword is powerful, I have to consider whether to change the weapon.

But the short monk was attacking so tightly that I couldn't be distracted too much, so I could only take a short soldier out of the ring indiscriminately.

As soon as he took back the sword, he didn't see clearly whether the short soldier was a knife or a sword, and only heard a "clang" sound.

On the first touch, it broke in two.

The short monk took the opportunity to quickly launch a counterattack, and he used his nimble body to turn and stabbed his hands up and down, which soon made me have more blood in my chest and arms.

He had the upper hand and showed a smug smile:

"Smart is smart, I know that I have to change weapons when I am close, but unfortunately I am laughed at when I get out of a handful of broken copper and iron!"

This short and thin monk is experienced in combat.

Unlike those brainless people, he said that he was mocking and mocking, and the steps under his feet and the knife in his hand were not polite at all, and he still beckoned my vital point.

He also took advantage of the situation to attack my green dragon sword with the roulette wheel, trying to break me individually.

I can't fight him empty-handed at the moment, and I suddenly remembered the iron umbrella of the old man.

However, after looking for a long time, the iron umbrella was nowhere to be found.

At the critical moment, I was really anxious.

I hurriedly asked:

"Where's the iron umbrella?"

The old man seemed to be watching the excitement, and he already knew that I wanted to take an iron umbrella, so he touched his white beard:

"The Royal Forest Umbrella is my natal weapon, borrowing your book is a waste of resources, and I feel distressed to death, so I take it back!"

I said speechlessly:

"My godfather, godfather...... Don't you see that I'm on the back foot right now?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively, and then disappeared.

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, but when I thought about it, I couldn't rely on the help of the old man for everything.

At this time, the little flash on my arm sent me a signal, which means: As long as you open your mouth, I will kill him immediately.

At the same time, the thin monk stabbed me in the shoulder again, and blood soaked through my clothes.

The guards behind him shouted anxiously:

"Senior, it's okay!"

"Senior, cheer up!"

……

The short and thin monk became more and more comfortable at this time, easily touched a handful of white hair in front of his forehead, and sneered and mocked:

"Tut-tut, at your level, do you dare to call yourself a senior?"

I gritted my teeth, unconvinced.

Obviously, the strength is about the same, but he lost in weapons.

Flash-chan kept reminding me, but the stubbornness in my heart came up, and I just didn't want to end it this way.

I still quickly took out the short soldier from the ring and struck close to the short monk, but again and again the weapon was broken in two.

Every time a weapon broke, there would be an extra cut on my body.

The first ...... Break!

Second ...... Break!

The third ...... Break!

……

When I took out the seventh hand, I noticeably felt the difference in the palm of my hand.

A ** cool feeling hit the palm of my hand, and the black mist quickly wrapped around my arm.

The short monk was extremely vigilant, jumped back a few meters in an instant, squinted his eyes and shouted:

"Hmph, you still want to gas a sneak attack?"

As the Thin Monk's attack stopped, I had time to look at the strange short-handed soldiers I had brought out.

When I looked down, my heart tightened.

How did I get them out?