The huge magic power of the three people's fighting method shook the surrounding grass and trees one after another, and when the old man took the combined attack of Song Er and Song San again, the three of them flew away at the same time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At this time, the old man was left with several wounds by Song Er's flying sword, although it was not big, but the hole was very deep, and his water ball was also shattered under the combined blow just now...... At this time, Song Er on the opposite side took back his seriously damaged flying sword, and only then did he fight to damage this high-level magic weapon to smash the old man's water ball, but he didn't expect it to let him avoid the real killing move. He held Song San, who was spitting blood from his mouth due to the shock of his meridians by Fa Wei, and took out an emerald green pill from his sleeve for him to take, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "My dignified Elder Song Clan's Jiedan was actually forced to such a point by a loose cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building!" He looked at the indifferent old man in the air not far away, only to feel that he had been humiliated, and his heart was full of anger, "This old man must die!" He immediately fumbled in his storage bag for a while, and then took out a plain-looking long sword. The old man saw the long sword he took out from a distance, and his pupils shrank, "Demonic Qi?!"

"Second brother... Are you going to?!" Song San, who was slightly slightly injured, couldn't help but look shocked when he saw this long sword.

"Third brother, you step aside. Song Er's face sank. He held the long sword in his hand and shouted at the old man, "Old thief, you first injured my fifth brother, and then injured my Song family monk one after another. Today I hurt my fourth brother and third brother again, and the old man will definitely take your life!!" He put his sword on his left arm. At this time, Song San, who had fallen back to the ground, couldn't help shouting: "Second brother! stop!!" Song Er hesitated when he heard the action, his heart was crossed, and he directly cut off half of his arm, Song Er couldn't help but stop the blood gushing out from the wound, and then gritted his teeth and shouted: "Old thief, see if you can hide from my trick of drinking corpses this time?!" I saw that half of his arm quickly turned into a mass of flesh in the air, and Song Er recited a few tricks in his mouth, and then pointed at the long sword, the original simple long sword immediately burst into blood, and swallowed all the flesh and mud into the sword body along the blood stains on the sword. And Song Er's swallowing of the meat puree, the whole person seemed to have been drained of his spiritual power, his face was pale, his whole body trembled involuntarily, and the smile on his face became more and more hideous. The old man on this side frowned, he hurriedly untied the wine gourd hanging from his waist, poured himself a few large sips of wine, and then sacrificed the gourd into the air. The wine that exuded strong spiritual power slowly flowed out of the gourd and then floated in the air, "I didn't expect this Song family to be related to the Jizhou Demon Dao, it seems that this time it can't end well!" He waved the flowing gold and jade pen in his hand, using wine as ink, and wrote several runes in the air, and the pouring rain seemed to have received some order, all of which converged, and the rain clouds within a radius of dozens of miles disappeared directly, leaving a huge hole in the sky. Song Er's long sword had turned dark red all over at this time, and the sword body was wrapped with dark golden aura, which made a few soft noises in the air, and then struck at the old man in Song Er's sharp laughter. The old man wrote the last rune, pinched several complicated spells in his hand, and shouted "Resist the water with the dragon", and the rain gathered in front of him instantly changed into three huge water dragons. The old man quickly clicked twice at the heads of the three dragons, only to see that the three water dragons twisted their bodies a few times as if they were alive, and the blue runes wrapped around them lit up one after another, and then in the three loud dragon groans, the three water dragons containing the thin spiritual power between heaven and earth rushed towards the attacking long sword. "Water Dragon Yin! It turned out to be Water Dragon Yin!" Song San on the ground saw the huge water dragon flying over, and the whole person fell into a stupor, "Mo Xuan Zhenren, it turned out to be really Mo Xuan Zhenren!?" He sat down on the ground, completely ignoring the fact that the three water dragons with the power of destroying the world were rushing towards him and Song Er above him. The blood-red long sword only lasted a few breaths under the impact of the water dragon before it was destroyed by the three water dragons containing huge water spiritual power, "No... Impossible!!" Song Er exclaimed in disbelief, but in just an instant, he, Song San, and the direction they were all engulfed by the surging water spiritual power. I don't know how long it took, until the restless spiritual power in the air gradually subsided, the old man slowly fell back to the ground, he was soaked in rain and sweat, and his shabby clothes were still stuck with bloodstains, looking embarrassed, he raised his head and looked in front of him, the bright moonlight fell from the hole in the rain clouds, shining on the place where it had been attacked by the water dragon, reflecting the faint moonlight, and the ground was completely cut off a large piece, whether it was the previous forest and the hillock or Song Er, Song San and the two did not leave any traces, only an extraordinarily smooth cut remained. The spiritual power in his body had been completely exhausted, and he drank the little wine left in the gourd, and still felt a pain in the meridians all over his body, "Has it come to this point?" The old man stood in the breeze and shook his body and fell to the ground, "Master!" Mingyu, who had been avoiding from afar, had already hurriedly ran over with her black iron sword at this time, she threw the black sword in her hand, and hurriedly supported the fallen old man with wine, showing an anxious look on her face for the first time, "Master, how are you?"

"Haha, girl, old man, I'm very... Ahem, ahem!" The old man couldn't help but laugh when he glanced at Mingyu, who was full of worry, but was interrupted by a violent cough.

"Master...!" Mingyu said urgently.

"It's okay, it's okay, help me stand up first. The old man calmed his breathing, and then slowly stood up with Mingyu's support.

"Girl, old man, I'm ...... Be careful!!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed Xiang Mingyu who was holding him away, only to see a fire bullet that came from him directly penetrated his chest.

"Master!?" Mingyu got up from the ground, and when she saw the old man who was lying on the ground spitting blood, she suddenly cried in her voice, and before she could check the old man's injury, she heard the shrill laughter of a man not far away. "Hahahahahaha!!" The old man lying on the ground felt that the remaining spiritual power in his body was also rapidly dissipating, he turned his head to look in the direction of laughter, only to see that the man's mouth still had blood stains on the corners, and his gray and white clothes had already been wet by the rain, his eyes were wide open, his hair was scattered, and he was holding several fire spell bullets in his hands that had not yet been released, it was Song Si who had passed out due to his mental injury before. "Dead!?are all dead?" he looked at the smooth facet and fell into a frenzy. "All dead!?hahaha!" he threw the remaining fire spell bullets at Mingyu and the others, and then staggered over to this side. Mingyu hurriedly picked up the black iron sword that was thrown on the ground, barely blocked a few fire spell bullets, her body was burned by the flames, she nervously clenched the black sword that had been seriously damaged by the fire spell bullets with both hands, her fingers were burned by the red-hot hilt, Mingyu still firmly blocked the injured old man behind her.

The author has something to say: a belated update ... I'm in the sprint for graduate school.,It's painful to back politics.,It's estimated that there was no update before the exam this week.,I'm really sorry for everyone.,30 double change.,After that, it will be restored to the daily update 3000.,I hope you understand (×_×).,And the number of chapters before I made a mistake.,I'm sorry.。 By the way, cheekily ask for collections, ask for recommendations...