Only listened to the two sounds of "swish" and "swish", and the dust tail had been broken into several. www.biquge.info The old man who should have been stabbed to death by the ground thorn was standing in the air with the levitation technique at this time, and the corpse in the original local wall also turned into a puddle of clear water and seeped into the ground with the increasing rain. "Water puppet!?" the man sighed, and then shook the damaged whisk in his hand twice, only to see that the broken whisk tail was restored to its original state. The old man smiled slightly, and waved his finger in the air, and the magic weapon that flashed with golden light attacked the Song family monk in vain, and the monk saw this in his hand, and immediately gathered a solid earthen wall in front of him, but the golden light magic weapon instantly penetrated it, only to hear the sound of "boom", the magic weapon pierced a fate bowl in the hands of the Song family monk before it could be blocked, and the body protection aura around his body had been shattered by the spiritual power impact that erupted from the collision of the magic weapon, and the gray and white dark clothes on his body were instantly soaked by the heavy rain. At this time, the golden light magic weapon also revealed its true face, it was actually a strange long brush, the rod was golden jade, and the tip of the pen was silver, I don't know what material it was. When the monk of the Song family saw this pen, his heart was shocked, and his eyes were shocked. He suppressed the churning blood in his body, hurriedly retreated, dried his clothes with spiritual power, re-consolidated the body-protecting aura, and then asked: "I am Song Er, but Daoyou is Zhou Xuanmo, the real person of the Qixia faction?"

"If Daoyou is really the real person of Mo Xuan, I will naturally leave and stop bothering. Hearing the man say this, Song Si, who had been silent on the side, frowned slightly, he pinched his sleeve, and then walked up to Song Er and said:

"Second brother, Mo Xuan Zhenren is a great cultivator of the first step of the Yuanying, how can he be so embarrassed, besides, he only has the foundation to cultivate. ”

"But this stream of gold and jade pen is true..."Song Er hesitated,

"Second brother, you are confused! I think this old thing must be a thief who stole the magic weapon of Mo Xuan's predecessors, and he is swaggering and bluffing here!" Song San, who had just broken free from the water curtain, echoed loudly. Seeing that Song Er was still hesitant, Song Si whispered to him, "Second Brother Mo forgot the lock yuan bottle?"

Song Er's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said in his heart: "This person in front of him only has the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, even if he is really the real person of Mo Xuan, he is not the opponent of the middle stage of his own knot, if he destroys his physical body and then traps his Yuan Shen with the lock Yuan bottle, as long as his Yuan Shen is not destroyed, he is not afraid that the Qixia Sect will come to the door." And if he is really the real person of Mo Xuan, he must be worth a lot of money. Thinking of this, he put the dust in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "Since this is the case, then this fellow Daoist might as well hand over the unrighteous things in your hands, and I may spare your life." The old man watched their clumsy performance not far away, and when he heard Song Er say this, he shook his head slightly, he put away the gourd again, and sneered: "Song family boy, you don't have to pretend, since you are watching the old man and my baby, just rely on your ability to take it!"

Before Song Er could speak, Song Si, who had been calm, had already jumped out and shouted: "Speak nonsense!!" Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he sacrificed a black iron pen magic weapon, only to see him pinch the trick with both hands, a flame burst out of his hand, and then wrapped the iron pen in front of him, and quickly turned into a fire dragon shape beating with violent fire spiritual power, and the flames rushed directly towards the old man in the heavy rain. The old man gathered spiritual power in his hand, and quickly drew a circle in front of him, only to see where he drew the circle, the rain actually condensed a huge water ball, and he waved it casually, and the water ball flew towards the incoming flames, and the water vapor in the air was agitated in an instant, and the water mist completely shrouded the old man in wine, Song Si wiped the sweat on his forehead, this was a full blow to the destruction of his foundation in the later stage of cultivation, he was very confident that this bad old man who was a whole little below him would definitely die, and he would catch his escaped Yuan Shen, and the flowing gold and jade pen was in his bag, no matter what he did, Qi Xia, since her cultivation is not as good as herself, she should be damned. At this time, he still had the demeanor of a monk before, just staring at the mist with a hideous face, and when the mist dissipated, Song Si shouted in disbelief: "What?! This is impossible!!" His full force blow has been counted away by the water balloon, but the water ball has only evaporated a thin layer, which has not hurt the old man in the slightest, and the water ball has slowly returned to its original state with the replenishment of rain. Song Si immediately wanted to take back his magic weapon and launch another attack, but the magic weapon did not return as expected, he found that the iron pen magic weapon was trapped in the water balloon of the old man wine, the old man hooked his fingers, and the water ball separated into a small group, and sent the iron pen that had cracks to him, he picked it up and looked at it, "Oh? This is the Northern Dark Iron? Well, it is also a first-class refining material, but it is a pity that this refining method is simply a tyrannical thing." After speaking, he erased Song Si's divine sense from the iron pen and put it into his sleeve. Here, Song Si was seized because of the magic weapon, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and Song San next to him hurriedly supported Song Si, who had fainted due to the trauma of his divine sense. Although the Zhuji monk could not refine the natal magic weapon, Song Si had painstakingly managed his iron pen magic weapon for many years, so the damage caused to him by this pen was very great.

Song Er's eyes turned red with anger when he saw that his fourth brother was seriously injured, and he shouted "old thief" and waved out the dust, dozens of spikes made of earth and stone flew like arrows, and the ground where the old man was standing suddenly turned into quicksand. The old man hurriedly waved his sleeves, and the water ball in front of him instantly turned into a whole arc, firmly blocking the spikes that were shooting out. At the same time, he immediately cast a water spell under his feet, washing away the quicksand stuck to his feet, and then flew into the air with a levitation spell. Seeing this, Song Er also used the levitation technique, and at the same time took out a small dark red sword from the storage bag, and attacked the old man with a whisk of dust. Song San looked up and saw that the two of them were fighting evenly in the air, the loose cultivator who was obviously only in the middle stage of foundation building could not fall behind under the power of his second brother's Yudan period, could he really be the real person of Mo Xuan? Thinking about it, he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, Mo Xuan Zhenren was the best in Kyushu with the perfect cultivation of the Dan, and his prestige was far and wide, and he could be said to be one of the best monks in the entire Kyushu immortal cultivation world, and he was kind, and jealous and hateful, he was the hero in his heart when Song San was young. However, a hundred years ago, Mo Xuan Zhenren suddenly disappeared, and most of the immortal cultivation circles rumored that he died of the Demon Question when he was attacking the Yuan Infant, or was tragically killed by the Demon Dao, yes, Xuan Mo Zhenren was already dead, and he must have died in battle like a hero! How could the hero in his Song San's mind be such an embarrassed appearance in front of him? This is simply unforgivable for him! Today he will definitely cause this imposter old thief to die. When he thought about it, he saw Song Si in his arms cough lightly twice, and he had already woken up, he immediately helped Song Si to sit on the stone on the side, then lifted his two short knives, added a sharp gold spell to himself, and flew into the battle circle with the power of the Jiedan Fa.