The two terrifying demon dragons killed, and the roar shook the sky, flying straight towards the three of Qing Xuanzi, the power was very terrifying!

He's going to put the three of them to death directly!

Even if Qingcheng bursts out with all his strength and rushes up to block the attack without fear of death like before, there is absolutely no way to block it, and not only will he be torn apart at that time, but the three people behind him will also not be able to escape the fate of a tragic death!

This is the mortal blow of the Heavenly Xuan Venerable!

Qingcheng's face turned pale at first, his eyes staring at the two terrifying demon dragons that were roaring and rushing, and then his expression became resolute, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"What joy is there in life, and what is there to be afraid of death? Devil, if you dare to reappear in the world, you are destined to die an ugly death!" Qingcheng stood up, looked at Venerable Tianxuan, and said loudly, his face was not afraid.

After saying that, he suddenly flipped his right hand, and a golden pocket sword that was only half a finger long appeared in his fingers, and then gently exhaled upward, the small sword suddenly bloomed, began to grow larger, and in a blink of an eye, it became huge, more than thirty meters long, the door panel was wide, and the blade flashed with a chilling light.

"Come on!"

The terrifying giant sword flickered, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the flying demon dragon, and then Qingcheng roared angrily, spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell on the sword, and the golden big sword instantly seemed to change from a docile rabbit to a red-eyed lion, full of anger, and the sword intent was heavy.

"Kill!"

Qingcheng pointed out, and the giant sword disappeared in place in an instant.

Bang!

The two demon dragons and the giant sword collided instantly, making a violent collision sound!

The two dragons did not explode, but fought with the giant sword in the air, and it was obvious that the giant sword fell to the upper hand, was crushed and beaten wildly, and retreated.

This can't go on like this!

Qingcheng glanced at the three people behind him, and saw that they hadn't finished merging yet, and they were still a little bit away!

"Damn! Lao Tzu is really a big loss, I knew that I would have formed a formation and let Chen Tiannan, an old man, be a nanny!" Qingcheng scolded and scolded, and then a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Grandma's!

He suddenly changed his hands, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he shouted: "Explosion!"

The giant sword immediately stopped fighting with the two dragons, and was entangled to death in an instant, the demon dragon exerted its strength, and the sword body made a creaking sound, and it seemed that it would shatter into countless speeds at any time.

That's it!

Airplanes!

The greatsword trembled and turned red, as terrifying as a soldering iron, and then ......

Bang!

The sound of an explosion that was ten times more terrifying than before came, and Wang Fan's eardrums tingled.

The light was dazzling, and Qingcheng directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes instantly became dim, and even a little sluggish, and his breath became unprecedentedly sluggish.

Self-destructing natal magic weapon, in the cultivation world, this kind of behavior of a mage is no different from suicide!

What is the natal magic weapon? It is a magic weapon that the monk has just been born and has been carrying with him, and at the beginning he has been warming himself with body temperature, and after the realm climbs, he can be included in the dantian in the body, and after reaching the heavenly beings, he can directly collect it in his mind, and only one thought is needed to appear in his hand when he wants to use it.

The natal weapon is the lifelong companion of the monk, not to mention the Qingcheng lineage of practicing swordsmanship, "people are in the sword, and the sword destroys and kills", the natal sword is like their heart, and they are carefully cared for on weekdays, for fear of bumping into it.

But this guy in Qingcheng actually detonated his natal magic weapon directly and used it to wear out the demon dragon!

The corners of Wang Fan's eyes twitched non-stop, and his scalp was numb, he was really ruthless! Ordinary people regard natal weapons as more important than their own lives, and they are closer than their wives and children!

That is, Qingcheng, the cultivation is profound, the spirit is profound, the sword is profound, and the self-detonation natal magic weapon is not dead, if you change a person, dare to do this, you will hang ten times a long time ago!

Qingcheng worked hard for a while before he regained consciousness, but his brain was still chaotic, his spirit was scattered, and his mind was full of "Who am I, where am I?......

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Wang Fan's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.

But Qingcheng is already angry, and his spirit can't be concentrated, how can he react?!

So Wang Fan watched a demon dragon rush out of the smoke and dust, roaring and pretending to be on Qingcheng!

Bang!

The red fire in the sky blocked all sight, and Wang Fan had an unbelievable look on his face, and his heart was full of horror.

Qingcheng was forced to explode his natal magic weapon helplessly, and he only eliminated one of the demon dragons for one day?

This Nima's, do you want to be so perverted?!

Wang Fan stared blankly at the firelight in the sky, as well as the ripple-like air waves.

What about taking me back to Qingcheng? What about helping me find a way to solve my physical problems?

He was full of resentment, looked up at Venerable Tianxuan, and scolded: "Old thing, you wait for grandpa......"

His voice became smaller, because the face of the Tianxuan Venerable was surprisingly gloomy and extremely ugly, and he was not as arrogant and proud as he imagined, but there was a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

Wang Fan immediately realized something, turned his head suddenly, looked at the sky, and then opened his mouth wider and wider, and finally it was so big that he could stuff a fist into it!

Qingcheng didn't die, he didn't lack arms or legs, he just fainted, he was lying on a thick and hard back, unconscious.

It was a familiar and strange person, very tall! more than three meters tall, wearing a three-color robe, holding a floating and sinking in his left hand, a vajra in his right hand, a long sword on his back, and a six-ring broadsword at his waist.

The two locks of pale eyebrows were three feet long, but the eyes were kind and kind.

As for the eyebrows and eyes, although there are some differences, you can still see the appearance, the eyes and nose are very similar to Huiming, with a cigar in his mouth, and even the posture of spitting out the smoke ring is the same as Chen Tiannan!

Wang Fan is completely messy!

This Nima's ...... The bodies are all fused?

He was dizzy, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he thought that the Celestial and Human Battle Array was a form of trinity, where three people established a connection, fused their strength, and then multiplied their strength.

But I didn't expect this to be able to fuse even the body?

Wang Fan looked at this ultimate fusion of "monk", "Taoist", and "social boss", and really couldn't think of any words to describe his mood at the moment.

Then in the next sentence, Wang Fanlei was directly scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Amitabha Buddha! Donor, you, **itch, it's really ruthless, there is a kind of you come here! Look how Lao Tzu hammers you to death!"

Wang Fan is about to collapse!

The peaceful style of Buddhism, the righteous aura of Taoism, and the reckless atmosphere of the rivers and lakes are blended into one, which is enough to make people doubt life!

(End of chapter)