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Luo Xiaotian saw more than a dozen weapons attacking his body together, and seeing the faint spiritual power fluctuations emitted by the weapons, he immediately knew that these were not ordinary weapons, but magic weapons used by cultivators. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hurriedly put away the meaning of contempt, and quickly swiped his hands in front of him, silently reciting the mantra. Suddenly, a purple-white sword light rushed towards the magic weapon on the left. Then, his right hand swiped on the right side again, and a purple-white sword light met those magic weapons.

When the crisp sound of 'ding, ding......ding' was heard, the dust was flying in the wind and falling rapidly, and a small blue-white sword was as fast as lightning to the tall and strong man with an ugly appearance.

The strong man's eyes widened, and he saw a sword light stabbing towards him in the dust, and without any hesitation, he quickly sacrificed a black long sword, and when Shen Nian saw clearly that the sword light was released by a small sword. Suddenly felt reassured, but after his long sword touched the small sword, he fell to the ground, motionless, and knew that the spiritual power of the sword body was lost without looking.

But the little blue-white sword was buzzing in the air, and it attacked his body without reservation. I thought in my heart, how could it be possible, how could a kid who practiced the sixth layer of qi destroy my magic weapon in an instant?

Seeing that the small sword attacked, there was no way to avoid it, and when the spiritual power around him flashed rapidly, a transparent spiritual power shield was forming. However, the little sword didn't give him any chance, and with a 'snort.', his right chest had been pierced by the small sword, and when blood splattered, the strong man screamed and fell to the ground.

The strong man's eyes stared at Luo Xiaotian deadly, as if he couldn't understand, how could that kid be able to break the spiritual power cover of the Lingtai Realm even though the sixth layer of Qi cultivation was obviously the sixth layer?

However, how did he know that this was not something that Luo Xiaotian could decide, but that the small sword was made of the spiritual root Qingjing Bamboo bred by Chaos, how could its hardness be comparable to that small magic weapon?

Luo Xiaotian quickly withdrew the small sword, and sighed in his heart, this little sword is really good, it has such a great power, isn't this a treasure?

When the stirred dust had completely fallen, those many cultivators saw that the dark blue young man was still standing in place, and they all showed surprised faces, how did this kid avoid the siege of so many magic weapons? Could it be that this kid pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and his cultivation was obviously higher than them, but he pretended to be a kid who practiced qi, it was really hateful.

When everyone saw the strong man lying next to Luo Xiaotian, his blood-stained robe, and the air was filled with bursts of blood, they all became nervous, and they all stood in place, not knowing what to do.

Luo Xiaotian looked around and looked at his frightened cultivators, and immediately laughed coldly: "Leave that middle-aged man, and the rest of the people can get out!"

Suddenly, one of the eighth-level Qi cultivators shouted, "Don't listen to this kid's rhetoric, he wants to break each other, don't fall for him?"

The middle-aged man also echoed: "He doesn't have much spiritual power anymore, are so many of us still afraid of him as a kid? If this spreads, we will be scared away by a teenage hairy boy, how can we still mix on this ground?" Hearing the words, those cultivators came to their senses, and they all used their own tricks.

Luo Xiaotian muttered to himself in his heart, more than a dozen Qi Realm cultivators went all out, if he really fought with them, there was no chance of winning. Just now, the strong man who had just sneaked up on the Lingtai Realm had already consumed more than half of his spiritual power, and at this time, how could he face more than a dozen cultivators?

Looking at the movements of his cultivators, Luo Xiaotian didn't think about it, he held the small sword in his right hand and performed the routine composed of the nameless sword technique and the pure yang sword technique, and his body was like a swift wind, and in an instant, he shot down several black magic weapons. Among them, there was even a person who was cut in the throat by the small sword, and blood splattered out and fell on Luo Xiaotian's face.

Luo Xiaotian wiped the blood on his face, looking at the cultivator who fell to the ground, Luo Xiaotian couldn't help but lose his mind, and sighed in his heart, life is so fragile! Could this be the legend of the cultivation world?

"This is the Pure Yang Sword Technique, this kid is actually a Pure Yang disciple, everyone hurry up and do your best to kill him. The middle-aged man shouted. But before the words fell, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, the cold wind hit, it was cold, and I looked down and saw a thin hole in my chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and my body fell down with a bang, and the dust was flying.

Luo Xiaotian turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who was lying in a pool of blood, and said angrily: "I really know people and faces, but I don't know my heart!"

All of a sudden, magic weapons flew in mid-air, and all kinds of spiritual power flew around, which was beautiful in an instant. Luo Xiaotian was in the middle of it, and after killing several cultivators, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was gradually unable to operate freely.

The cultivator of the eighth layer of Qi refining was also terrified. The pure yang swordsmanship performed by that kid is extremely profound, out of nowhere, it must be the inner disciple of pure yang, how is this good, I saw the middle-aged man lying on the ground, his teeth clucked, and he hated his suggestion, and he came out to rob today and actually bumped into the inner disciple of pure yang, I really didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out! When I saw that everyone's magic weapons gradually slowed down, I knew that everyone's spiritual power was almost consumed.

Luo Xiaotian secretly said in his heart, although he didn't have much spiritual power, those cultivators were not much better. Just as Luo Xiaotian struck again, the eighth-level Qi cultivator shouted loudly: "Daoist friend, please spare your life, spare us!" After speaking, he threw down the magic weapon in his hand and quickly knelt on the ground. begged Luo Xiaotian for mercy.

"Spare your life!" Luo Xiaotian saw the appearance of the cultivator, and suddenly got up without knowing why.

"We have no eyes, we don't know that Shaoxia is a pure yang disciple, if we know your identity Shaoxia, we won't dare to rob you!" Everyone around them begged for mercy.

Luo Xiaotian saw the changes in the few people around him, where could he still see the arrogant appearance of these people just now, he suddenly felt funny, his eyes slowly swept over a few people, and they didn't look like they were deceiving themselves, so he said: "It's not and can't bypass your little life, but you make me very unhappy, so ......"

Speaking of this, the eighth-level Qi cultivator hurriedly spoke: "We understand that as long as Shaoxia leaves our little life, we will present the storage bag, and we hope that Shaoxia can not blame the past." ”

Luo Xiaotian's heart moved, and he said, they are here to rob me, but now it seems that I have become a robber? No matter, isn't it a fool not to take something? Then, he only felt a light breeze on his face, his body suddenly felt comfortable, and with a wave of his right hand, he said loudly: "Since this is the case, then you guys will get out!"

Hearing Luo Xiaotian's words, everyone hurriedly put down the storage bag and fled without even taking the magic weapon.

After seeing the few figures in the distance disappear accompanied by the sea breeze, Luo Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly collected the dozen or so storage bags scattered on the ground in his arms, and looked around, and did not find any figures, so he rushed towards another ferry.

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