This is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, where is the bullshit official!

This is what Qin Yuan conveyed to him, and Tao Bairong and the Barefoot Daoist also received this meaning from him, so the two of them almost immediately drove the flying sword and the rune sword to strangle Qin Yuan and Bai Xiaowei.

The thick thick iron sword hummed, piercing the space, I don't know if it was Tao Bairong's magic urging, or because of the violent friction with the air, the heavy gray iron sword body suddenly turned red, like a red sword embryo that had just come out of the iron furnace, and the sparks were pulled into countless straight lines and flew backwards, with a terrible whistling sound, it instantly came to Qin Yuan's body.

"Good time!"

Qin Yuan let out a loud shout, and the murderous intent in his heart was already surging like boiling water.

It seems that he has never been accustomed to such people who are dressed in official robes and do disgusting things, only for merit and profit, and are indiscriminate.

On weekdays, if this happened to someone else, he might just not be used to it, but it really happened to him and Bai Xiaowei.

So far, Bai Xiaowei has never killed anyone indiscriminately, even if she has sucked blood, she has sucked Qin Yuan's blood, and it was forced by Qin Yuan to drink it when she was dying.

She's a good xenomorph, but she's never hurt anyone.

Qin Yuan had known that she was a different species for a long time, but he also did not help her harm anyone.

Bai Xiaowei just wants to live with dignity and a bottom line, while Qin Yuan wants to help her live with dignity and a bottom line, it is completely a matter between the two, but Tao Bairong and the barefoot Taoist want to arrest and kill them together without asking about it, such natural opposing positions are almost impossible to reconcile, and Qin Yuan did not think about reconciling.

"Buzz!"

Qin Yuan's equally wide iron sword also flew out, turning into thirty-six, like thirty-six blue-gray lightning, faster and faster than Tao Bairong's sword, and it also came to many key places in his upper and lower sides, left and right, front and back.

"I'm a little capable!"

Tao Bairong muttered to himself, with a little sarcasm in his smile, and did not feel the slightest surprise at the lightning of these thirty-six iron swords, the round shield depicting the runes flew suddenly, and the speed was also extremely fast, blocking the six flying swords in front of him, cutting the six flying swords on his side, and quickly turning around and blocking all the seven or eight flying swords behind him......

The person who can do things in the City Lord's Mansion has two brushes, and between the dancing of Tao Bairong's shield, it is extremely fast, wonderful to the peak, looking from a distance, it seems that the round shield has turned into several pieces, crowding his body, blocking all the locust flying swords in front and behind!

The sparks that burst into flames of iron juice bloomed equally brilliantly in the daytime, and the sonorous sound of metal crashing and exploding was superimposed into a rolling wave, as if the thunder that was far away in the sky and close in front of him continued to explode......

In the next moment, the round shield that was huddled into a fortress suddenly disappeared, leaving only the only one on the head, and the only remaining six iron swords fell from the sky like meteorites, stabbing them violently on the shield that blocked them from their targets.

"Dangdangdang......"

The sound of the explosion was fast, rapid and deafening, as if the rainstorm was raging the stretched plantain leaves, and like an ancient giant breaking into the blacksmith's shop, raising the earth-shattering hammer and smashing it with a bang.

Under the round shield, Tao Bairong's sneer has long disappeared, replaced by a solemn face, and if you look closely, you will find that his dignified expression is mixed with a hint of suppressed pain.

The power of the thirty-six great iron swords far exceeded his imagination, the force was heavy, like an iron hammer bombardment, and with each iron sword stabbing, he could feel the violent trembling of the shield, and a huge force was transmitted along the shield to his arm.

In a few moments, Tao Bairong's fingers and wrists were severely bruised, and his arm bones would protest in pain with each iron sword stab, as if they would crack and break like a dry piece of wood at any time.

He gritted his teeth, his face grim, and looked up at the last few iron swords, waiting for a moment of respite after this storm, and what he was looking forward to more in his mind was his own large iron sword that seemed to be coated with rolling magma.

It had already come to Qin Yuan, and Qin Yuan didn't have a shield or other magic weapon to resist, he just raised his halberd and seemed to be clumsy and slashed.

The halberd was extremely heavy, slowly drawing a snow-white trail in the air, but there was a hint of imperceptible ingenuity in the bulkiness!

The crimson iron sword flew like the wind, and the snow-bright Fang Tian painting halberd resisted like a mountain.

"Die!"

Tao Bairong's face became more and more hideous, and his mental power surged, wrapped around the hot iron sword, and just as Fang Tian's painting halberd and the big iron sword were about to come into close contact, the hot iron sword suddenly crossed a strange arc, avoiding the slashing route of Fang Tian's painting halberd, like a fast and flexible swordfish, and drilled straight into Qin Yuan's chest.

Qin Yuan's face was expressionless, and the halberd moved with the sword, and in a big and clumsy form, he turned a stiff turn in the air, and the latter came first, slashing down towards the sword body.

Tao Bairong's hideous look before the victory suddenly turned into extreme horror.

He was powerless to drive the iron sword to continue to change the path, so he could only grit his teeth and be ruthless, desperately urging, trying to dodge the halberd slash, even if he was looking at the sword body, he had to resist hard, and sent the rough and heavy sword body into Qin Yuan's heart.

The phrase "the brave wins" when they meet on a narrow path is not only spread in the mortal world, but also regarded as a model by countless cultivators in the cultivation world.

"Dang!"

The snow-white blade of Fang Tian's painting halberd was slashing directly on the sword body of the red iron sword, and the moment they met, the victory or defeat was clear, the seemingly heavy and slow, but powerful Fang Tian's painting halberd was for the braver, and the last to come first blocked the way of the red iron sword, and even split it out.

"Buzz!"

Tao Bairong's mind was shocked, his face was pale, his body shook, and he could barely stand.

The tremendous force from the blade of the sword reached into his mind, as if an iron fist had reached into his skull, and with a fierce blow, it was about to smash his mind into a bowl of white tender tofu flowers.

"Ahh

Tao Bairong screamed miserably, his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, bleeding from his seven orifices, scarlet and dazzling, coupled with his face that was violently distorted because of the intense pain, made him look as terrifying and terrifying as a ghost!

His suffering didn't end there.

The crimson iron sword was smashed into the ground several meters deep, ignited the splashing dead grass, dried and scorched the moist soil, fell heavily, and staggered and flew, but just in the middle of the air, the fierce Fang Tian painting halberd swept away the heavy and slow of the previous moment, like lightning, with the sound of wind and thunder, drawing a snow-bright arc behind Qin Yuan, the arc extended from the top of his head to the front of him, and finally fell on the iron sword that rose far away.

"Dangchang!"

There was another bang, and the iron sword that had just flown up was once again hit with ferocity.

Between the sparks, several cracks spread out from the iron sword, like the roots of rapidly growing grass, and several pieces of iron chips splattered out, either deep into the ground, or piercing through the stones, snorting, white mist, as if unwilling to accept their own defeat and destruction!

With the two slashes of Fang Tian's painting halberd, Tao Bairong's natal flying sword was already half-abandoned, full of cracks and gaps!

It was only half wasted, not completely wasted, so Qin Yuan did not stop, Fang Tian's halberd once again drew the arc of the full moon, and brutally smashed it down, killing it all!

"Dangchang!"

The third explosion, the third critical blow, the crimson flying sword withstood three unbearable blows, and finally it was difficult to hold on, the fine crack extended farther, the crack wider, and under its humming sound that seemed to be moaning, the sword body suddenly turned into countless debris scattered and scattered, and it was difficult to gather!

"Boom!"

Tao Bairong, who was a few meters away from Qin Yuan, seemed to have been hit by an invisible giant hammer, spurting blood, flying upside down, and falling on the hard ground full of rubble.

"Qin Yuan, are you going to rebel?"

The barefoot Daoist was inexplicably frightened, he and Bai Xiaowei had just been engaged, and the seven rune swords were against the three purple gold swords, each with a victory or defeat.

Fu Jiansheng is more flexible in control, like a fish walking in the water, there is no stagnation, extremely smooth, but it is also sharp, and the Dao of the barefoot Daoist is obviously deeper than Bai Xiaowei, with more battles and less fighting, and strong pressure on the weak, he can faintly gain the upper hand.

The three purple-gold swords are better than the special material, sharper, and tougher, and after a round, the seven rune swords are depicted with mottled scars.

However, after all, the purple gold sword is much less, and Bai Xiaowei's cultivation realm is much higher, and it is gradually suppressed, and it is at a disadvantage, and after staying for a long time, defeat seems inevitable.

It's just that they didn't fight on their own, and they involved the other two.

Just when the hearts of the barefoot Daoists were overjoyed, and the greed in their eyes was great, not only could they take down this alien species, but also seized the three purple gold swords that made him covet, and they were about to open their pockets to welcome this windfall, they saw Tao Bairong, who had always been like a god of war, running over his opponent, but he was being rolled over and flying upside down by Qin Yuan with a stronger and more domineering attitude, spurting blood.

The people of the Barefoot Dao were shocked, and hurriedly withdrew the seven rune swords, and reprimanded loudly: "Harboring different species, acting for the tiger, and injuring the subordinates of the domain lord's mansion, its crime is even greater, Qin Yuan, do you really want to rebel?"

Qin Yuan's halberd stationed, looked at him coldly, and said, "I never thought of rebellion, and I never thought of killing you two bastards, it was rebellion!"

The barefoot Daoist fox is used to the prestige of the fake tiger, acting in the name of the domain lord's mansion, few people dare not sell their face, and few people dare to ignore the powerful background like Qin Yuan, and make a big move.

When he heard Qin Yuan's words, he froze slightly, and said in a cruel voice: "Even if you don't rebel, if you kill us, you will not escape death, and the Domain Lord's Mansion will definitely investigate it afterwards!"

Qin Yuan had already raised Fang Tian's painting halberd and said with a smile: "I said, this is not the City Lord's Mansion, this is the barren mountains and mountains!"

Barren mountains and wild mountains are no man's land, and it is best to kill people and bury corpses!