The thin bamboo stick's face changed slightly, and his right hand waved violently, only to hear the roar of "dang", and countless electric lights crackled out!

"What kind of weapon is this?"

The thin bamboo stick stared at the thousand rulers in mid-air, and a shock flashed in his eyes.

His iron sword is already extremely sharp, and with the gap in cultivation, he can completely split the opponent's magic weapon in half with one sword. What is puzzling is that instead of splitting the thousand machine rulers, he shook his arm numb.

Seeing that the fourteen thousand machine rulers trapped themselves, the thin bamboo stick destroyed the iron sword with a backhand, and with a flick of the wrist, the spiritual power on his body continued to pour into the tip of the sword along his right arm, and then his right hand pushed forward violently.

In an instant, a black arc of light swayed out from the sword's body, like a fan, and the shadow of the Thousand Machines swimming around it slashed fiercely.

A series of screeching sounds of "ding".

The shadow of the Thousand Machines suddenly froze, swaying in mid-air, and even the aura dimmed.

"Insect carving skills. The thin bamboo stick smiled coldly, and he didn't even bother to look at the ruler shadow again, only looking at Zhao An with mocking eyes.

He was extremely confident in his move, even if he couldn't break the shadow of the ruler in one move, it was absolutely easy to destroy one of the Thousand Machine Rulers, and there was no reason to miss it.

But the next moment, the thin bamboo stick met Zhao An's sneering gaze.

"Huh?"

A trace of bad thought flashed in the heart of the thin bamboo stick, and the action of retracting the sword stopped, staring at the shadow of the thousand machine rulers that flickered in mid-air, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

How can it be!

The fourteen thousand-machine rulers were still around him, and the sharing was not damaged, and there was not even a small opening left.

At this time, a surprise also flashed in Zhao An's eyes, obviously he didn't expect this ruler to be so strong.

At that moment, Zhao An didn't say a word, his hands quickly pinched a finger in front of his chest, and then a spiritual light hit the main ruler of the thousand machine ruler without hesitation.

"Huh!"

There was a violent grinding sound, and I saw the fourteen ruler shadows shrink suddenly, and then burst open with a "boom". In the flickering silver light, fourteen silver streamers slanted down, and the left and right were intertwined in one place, like a prison, trapping the thin bamboo sticks in it.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

The thin bamboo stick's expression changed slightly, and while lifting the sword to protect his whole body, he turned his head and shouted at the junior brother on the side.

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the silver sword, which had just been inexplicably out of control, turned around with the air conditioner, and stabbed towards the young disciple with lightning speed.

"What!"

The young Falling Sword Sect's pupils shrank, his mouth opened wide, and his expression was completely incredulous.

But no matter how much he poured spiritual power into his sword, it was all mud into the sea, and his connection with the silver sword seemed to be severed cleanly.

"Senior brother save my ......"

The fear before dying made the young Falling Sword Sect's disciple turn pale with a miserable face, and his eyes stared at the thin bamboo stick like a plea, full of pleading.

But at this time, the thin bamboo stick is really lacking!

The fourteen thousand rulers trapped him to death, and he couldn't rush out to save him at all.

"Poof!"

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound of the young Falling Sword Sect disciple, and I saw him fall to the ground, and after convulsing and shaking violently, he lay motionless on the ground, obviously dead.

"Senior brother!" the thin bamboo stick shouted in a lost voice, and his face changed suddenly.

At this moment, the thin bamboo stick really looked at Zhao An again. The other party was just a small Qi Condensing Sixth-Layer cultivator of the Yunhai Sect, and it was really unprecedented, which was really unprecedented.

But Zhao An didn't give him too much time to react, only to see his palm rub lightly, and the next moment, two red rays flew out of the storage bag and landed in Zhao An's palm.

After the light converged, a small bell with a strange shape and a small bell hammer appeared in Zhao An's hands respectively.

The small bell was no bigger than a palm, and its whole body was made of fine copper, and it was engraved with ancient patterns. In the copper ring above, a red ayara went straight through.

Zhao An raised his right hand slightly, and he didn't see any force he used, and the bell hammer gently collided on the little bell.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the bell rippled in mid-air like water ripples.

The head of the thin bamboo stick "buzzed" and exploded!

In an instant, the thin bamboo stick seemed to have thousands of thin needles piercing his consciousness together, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even see clearly in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of piercing bells.

This is the time!

Zhao An's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the mother ruler of the thousand rulers in his hand slashed suddenly.

In an instant, in mid-air, fourteen thousand rulers were connected into a line, drawing a rainbow light in mid-air, and the shadow of the ruler shrank as if they were about to strangle the thin bamboo stick on the spot.

"Not good!" But the thin bamboo stick is also a fierce person on weekdays, and it cannot be said that he has a lot of experience in dealing with the enemy in the past.

Under the crisis, the thin bamboo stick hurriedly rotated with his backhand, and the silver sword dance in his hand was impenetrable, tightly protecting the vital points around his body, and then his mouth was half open, and a green light squirted out of his mouth.

The green mang rose in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a three-foot-long turquoise sword, "Go." After the thin bamboo stick finished speaking, the little turquoise sword flashed in mid-air and disappeared.

From the thin bamboo stick spitting out the small sword to disappearing, it was only two breaths of effort, but for Zhao An, a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on the back of the whole person.

Almost subconsciously, Zhao An's figure standing in place suddenly blurred, and then a green light flashed from the blurred figure, pausing in mid-air, it was the little green sword that had just disappeared!

"You actually dodged. The thin bamboo stick lost his voice.

This is the natal flying sword that he has refined with his own essence and blood, although it is only in its infancy, it has already been connected with him.

It can be said that the place covered by his divine sense is the location touched by this turquoise little sword, even if he can't move, he can also manipulate the small sword through his divine sense to achieve the purpose of killing people for thousands of miles.

Seeing that his natal sword actually missed with one blow, either the opponent's cultivation was significantly higher than his own, or the opponent had a unique escape technique that could dodge this blow.

A gust of wind blew gently, and when he turned around, Zhao An's figure had appeared several miles away.

At this time, Zhao An's whole body was almost soaked in cold sweat, and even his chest rose and fell slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that he was used to being cautious in the past, his eyes were always staring at the thin bamboo stick, and in a flash, he saw clearly that the little green sword had dodged it, and I am afraid that today's life would have to be confessed here.

"I'd like to see how many times you can dodge!" The thin bamboo stick's eyes were cold, and his voice was as cold as bones.

He is extremely confident in his natal sword, even if Zhao An can dodge it at one time with external force, but every dodge is an extremely large consumption, plus Zhao An has to be distracted to manipulate the thousand machine rulers, there is always a time when the spiritual power in his body is exhausted, and then it is the time for him to fight back!

At the moment, the thin bamboo stick was ruthless, and his divine sense completely locked on Zhao An, and he didn't care about Zhao An's consumption, and constantly manipulated the turquoise sword to launch a fierce attack on Zhao An.

"Then I'll see how long you can last!" Zhao An was not a person waiting to be captured, and at this time he was also murderous, and with a slight lift of his right hand, the bell hammer struck the bell wall again.

"Buzz!"

The bell sounded like a ripple of water, turning into waves in mid-air, sweeping towards the thin bamboo stick.

……

The little sword was formless and colorless, and it was extremely difficult to catch traces. 、

Rao is Zhao An has the power of his eyes, but he constantly casts the longitudinal wind technique, and constantly distracts himself from manipulating the thousand machine rulers, so that his spiritual power is like a flood discharging the floodgates, and it is violently consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the other hand, the thin bamboo stick is also a big wave in my heart!

Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he didn't believe that this disciple in front of him, who was only a sixth-level condensation qi, could dodge the teleportation of the Natal Sword many times.

In his opinion, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao An had a magic weapon on his body that could see through hidden things, or if Zhao An also had teleportation on his body, it would never have been possible to support such a long time.

After a few times, the thin bamboo stick became more and more firm in his thoughts, and his gaze at Zhao An was even more greedy.

It's just hateful that every time the thin bamboo stick is about to break through the thousand rulers and manipulate the turquoise sword to take Zhao An's life, the annoying bell will ring at the right time, and his consciousness is almost crazy, and there are even a few times when he is unstable and almost goes crazy, and the hatred for Zhao An in his heart is extremely intense.

At the moment, the battle between the two is extremely anxious. You can't do anything but consume each other, and what you can compare is just to see who can survive to the end.

At this moment, both sides are almost exhausted, and they are just gritting their teeth.

"Boy, I'll see how long you can last. The thin bamboo stick suddenly turned his face, looked at Zhao An sharply, and showed a smile on his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, although Zhao An's face looked as usual, he was really bitter in his heart.

Although the power of the Thousand Machine Ruler is amazing, the gap between his cultivation and the thin bamboo pole is too big, if it weren't for his continuous knocking on the Ayara Bell and the continuous strengthening of the infusion of spiritual power, the Thousand Machine Ruler may have been collapsed under the pressure of the opponent's silver sword, and he would not be able to be trapped for a long time.

And although the Ayaluo Bell is amazingly powerful and specializes in attacking people's divine sense, because Zhao An's cultivation is really limited, even his divine sense is faintly painful under frequent knocking.

This Ayaluo Zhong really killed a thousand people and damaged eight hundred.

Under the huge consumption of spiritual power and the damage of divine consciousness, Zhao An really suffered no less damage than the other party, but fortunately, he saw that the aura around the thin bamboo stick collapsed several times, so he gritted his teeth and held on until now.

But the thin bamboo stick was also tricky, and he saw through Zhao An's weakness at a glance, and at this time, he also went out to consume with Zhao An.

After all, the gap between Zhao An and his cultivation is irreparable, and Zhao An will eventually have a time when he can't support it, and when that time comes, he can naturally torture and kill the other party.

But fortunately, Zhao Bao'an has a lot of means to kill him, as early as the moment he trapped the thin bamboo stick, he had already = sacrificed the hidden knife, just waiting for the other party to relax and directly cut it over.

Just when Zhao An was about to ring the bell and use the hidden knife to kill the other party, suddenly, a voice came.

"It's really strange, the map clearly shows that there are two people here, why is there one missing?"

"Let's take a look first, since they have all come here, they can't run in vain, not to mention that if there is no mistake on the jade slip, there should be people from Yunhai Sect here...... It seems that it should be the people of the Yunhai Sect who fought with the people of your Falling Sword Sect, hehe, it just happened to be cheaper for us. ”

"Okay, everything is up to my brother. ”

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