After speaking, his face sank, and he stabbed three swords in a row, and after repelling the three old men ten meters with the Flying Fire Meteor Sword, when the three old men came back to their senses and slaughtered again, they closed their eyes and took the good sword back to their waists, wanting to use the sword drawing technique to solve the battle straightforwardly.

But at this moment, he noticed that the evil wind behind him was not good, and he hurriedly moved sideways to the left side for more than ten meters. A dark shadow brushed against his right arm.

"Poof!"

A soft sound echoed. The sleeve of his right arm was swept by the black shadow, and a line of blood splattered out like a silk thread and scattered it all over the ground. A sharp pain came from the right arm, as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow, and it became more and more intense, and the more intense it became, the more unbearable it became.

Yang Qiu was stunned, his eyes widened in surprise, and he said in shock in his heart: "So fast? I should have avoided it! Why are I still injured? Damn." My right arm hurts. What the hell is going on?"

The thin old man raised his left hand, pointed his index finger at Yang Qiu, and said, "Boy." It was a greeting just now, and my subordinates showed mercy. I'll kill you next time. Hand over the secret porcelain bowl. Hand it over, and I'll spare you a little life. Otherwise, you will die a terrible death. ”

Yang Qiu sneered disapprerovingly, and said in his heart: "If you have been lurking around and not showing up, and then attack me while I am fighting fiercely with those three people, then I will still be afraid of you." After all, I haven't figured out how that trick hurt me just now. You guess it's really big.

But now that I've seen it, I don't have to be afraid of you. Drawing a sword is enough to deal with you. He took a deep breath, put his right hand on his waist, closed his eyes, and secretly urged Gang Qi to gather on his right arm.

The thin old man looked dissatisfied and kept his face calm. Snorted coldly and said, "Hmph." If you give you the opportunity not to do it yourself, then it's no wonder to me. Die!" raised his right hand and pointed at Yang Qiu.

No one could see it except himself, a transparent flying sword flew out of his fingertips, and shot at Yang Qiu silently, and with a pop, it pierced Yang Qiu's chest, leaving a clear blood hole.

"Poof!"

A soft sound echoed. Blood flowed out like an unstoppable spring. A sharp pain that pierced my heart rushed into my mind like a tidal wave. Yang Qiu was so excited that he almost passed out on the spot.

An unconcealable look of shock appeared on his face.

Yang Qiu's eyes widened in disbelief, touching the wound that was getting more and more painful, he couldn't say a word, and kept exclaiming in his heart: "This ...... What the hell is going on? How did I get hurt for no apparent reason? Could it be that this last old man has the ability to kill people in the air?

No, killing people in the air is actually a term for ordinary people. The so-called aerial killing is just killing people with true qi or gang qi. Since it is true qi or gang qi, as a monk, you can feel it. But I didn't feel anything just now. It's horrible. What the hell is that?"

Thinking of this, a feeling of imminent death flooded into his mind, Yang Qiu involuntarily shuddered, fell to the ground, and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. Shocked when he found that he was very weak, he hurriedly summoned the curse key and inserted it into his chest and spun around, finally dispelling the feeling of dying for the time being.

The tall, short and fat three old men saw that Yang Qiu had only received one blow, and had already stumbled and fell. He also spurted blood from his mouth, looked at each other, and showed a knowing smile, praising the thin old man's thumb.

"Fourth. It's better for you. Sure enough, there were four of us. You're the best at it. I'm ashamed of my boss. If I hadn't been born before you, I would have given you the boss. I don't deserve it. The tall old man patted the thin old man's shoulder with his left hand and said.

"Fourth. Yours is the real thing. If you don't accept it, you can't do it!" the short old man took a step closer. He punched him in the chest and smiled and praised.

The fat old man grabbed the thin old man's neck with his right hand, and said proudly, "Fourth." My good brother. Although I am not very skilled, I am proud to have a brother as smart and powerful as you. You're amazing. Easily knocked the kid down. Let's go over and get the secret porcelain bowl together. ”

The thin old man nodded, took the fat old man's hand, and said, "Go." Let's go together. The heart became more and more proud, the head was raised higher and higher, and the feet were walking faster and faster, and after a while, it was less than two or three meters away from Yang Qiu.

But at this moment, Yang Qiu moved his body and slowly climbed up from the ground.

The thin old man was stunned, showing a look of shock that could not be concealed, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "This ...... How could it be? He's been pierced through the heart by my flying sword. That's the heart. Although the monk is very powerful, he can become stronger than ordinary people, and he can live even if his heart is pierced, as long as the spirit is out of the body.

But in addition to treating his injuries in time, the only way to survive is to go out of his body, and his spirit is not out of his body, nor has he healed his injuries, so why can he still sit up? I see that in addition to his pale face, he has not even weakened his breath. It's weird. Just now, it was clear that his aura had become quite weak. ”

Thinking of this, he shook his head in disbelief, his right hand moved forward a little, and with a poof, the transparent flying sword left a bloody hole in Yang Qiu's body.

Blood splattered, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, getting stronger and stronger. Yang Qiu's face became more and more pale, but he still did not fall, as if it was not him who was injured by this sword, but someone else.

When the thin old man saw this scene, his mouth opened wide in disbelief, and for a while, he was speechless.

The three old men behind him were also silent one by one, and stopped halfway in surprise, as if time had frozen and motionless.

The tall old man rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm not mistaken, right? That guy can still not die after eating the fourth child or two attacks? Isn't his chest already broken? Even if he doesn't die, he can only go out of his body." But he didn't fall, and his breath didn't weaken, could it be that he was immortal?"

The short old man shook his head and said affirmatively, "Impossible. There is no such thing as immortality in this world. Although I have heard that there has been such a technique as immortality in the past, it is a legendary exercise, and it should not be true.

Moreover, it is said that the cultivation requirements are extremely strict, and the cultivation must be at least stronger than ours. This guy's cultivation is at most comparable to ours, how can he be immortal?"

As soon as he said this, the fat old man nodded in agreement and said, "What the second brother said is right. There is no immortality in this world. He must have cultivated some weird supernatural powers. Since the fourth brother can't kill him alone. Let's go together. I'm sure I'll be able to destroy him. After speaking, he couldn't help but say, and rushed out first, took a sharp breath, and blew forward.

One flying sword flew into his mouth, turning into a dense rain of swords and smashing towards Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu said with a solemn face: "The strength of these four people is incredible. Especially the old man who was the last to appear. I still don't know how I got hurt. Although the Yin Qing Sword Technique is powerful, I may be able to fight with these four people if I use it with all my strength now, but that fourth person is too terrifying.

If I use the Yin Qing Sword Technique, I don't know when the fourth person will attack. It is still the safest sword drawing. Although the risk is high, it is okay to kill them with a single blow. He closed his eyes and touched the sword at his waist with his right hand.

When the old man behind the fat old man saw this scene, he thought that Yang Qiu had given up and was completely relaxed.

The tall old man said disappointedly, "Alas. I thought that guy was awesome. Unexpectedly, as soon as the third child made a move, he gave up resistance. It's boring. However, it's okay to let the third child solve him, and we don't need to make a move. ”

The short old man nodded in agreement. said, "Yes." I thought you wouldn't die, but I guess you had a lot of skills. I didn't expect to give up so soon, I thought too highly of him. I understand. He must have seen the four of us and knew that he couldn't beat the four of us on his own before he gave up. ”

The thin old man's face changed and he shook his head. Disagreeing, he followed the fat old man and rushed towards Yang Qiu, pinched the trick with his left hand and pointed at Yang Qiu's body, and said, "You guys also go together." Although I don't know why I want to follow the third brother.

But this guy is so weird. I don't think he's giving up resistance. Maybe he had some terrible tricks. I have a bad feeling that I won't kill him now. All of us will be at risk. ”

As soon as he said this, the tall old man and the short old man looked at each other and smiled. He gave him a disapproving look.

But at this moment, Yang Qiu opened his eyes, grabbed the good sword with his right hand and waved it, and a dazzling sword flew out, as if it could break through everything and face the nearest hundred or so flying swords.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the more than 100 flying swords were all powdered. A huge vibration spread from the location of the collision, affecting Yang Qiu and the four old men. Just when the fat old man was affected recently, the sharp sword that had been transformed by the sword drawing technique fell on him, and with a pop, it was cut in half.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out. Just when the body was separated, the fat old man's spirit flew out, wanting to escape, but he still couldn't escape.

The sword that had been transformed by the sword drawing technique continued to advance, and with a bang, it was slashed to pieces and dissipated in midair.

When the thin old man saw this, his face turned white with fright, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The sword grazed him and continued to advance, rushing towards the remaining two old men who were still talking and laughing.

"What is this!?" the tall old man's face changed, revealing a look of unease, and he leaned sideways to avoid it, but it was too slow.

"Poof!"

A dull soft sound echoed. The sword that was turned into a sword drawing technique split his body in half, and just as his primordial spirit came out of his body, he slashed him again and killed him with a sword.

The short old man's face turned pale with fright, his hands frantically pinched to resist, and golden light flew out from his fingertips, gathering more and more, gathering thicker and thicker, and it was about to condense and form.

But at this moment, the sword of the sword drawing technique had arrived, and with a bang, all the golden light was shattered, and then, further slashing at the short old man in the back, splitting him in two, and killing him on the spot. Just when the golden light was chopped off, in fact, the short old man had already manipulated the Yuan Ying to escape out of the body, but he was still one step slower, and the Yuan Shen had not left the body, and was chopped by the soul of the person.

"Boom!"

With a dull loud thud, the sword that had been transformed by the sword drawing technique swept farther away. Everywhere I passed, countless houses were cut in half and collapsed, and smoke and dust rose one by one, like a thick fog, rising to a height of more than ten meters. A continuous vibration appeared on the ground again and again.

The thin old man glanced back, and when he saw this scene, his face turned pale with fright, and the more he thought about it, the more he was afraid, the more angry he became, he turned his head to look at Yang Qiu, and said, "You guy......! Killed all three of my brothers! I want you dead!"

After speaking, he pinched the trick with his right hand and pointed forward, and the transparent flying sword rushed out, and with a pop, it pierced Yang Qiu's throat.

Yang Qiu was stunned, and secretly screamed in his heart in disbelief: "What's the matter? There is actually a still alive? There is actually something that can be avoided by drawing a sword so quickly?" The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, the more surprised he became, the more frightened he became, he clenched his fists unwillingly, and said worriedly in his heart: "Oh no."

After I finished drawing the sword, I didn't have any energy in my body. The acceleration will allow me to ignore the injury for the time being, but if I can't move, it won't be long before I'm dead. Now that I'm so far away from him, it's too hard to hit with the Immortal Technique. What can I do? The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became, the more desperate I became, and I shed a tear.

But at this moment, the thin old man rushed over.

Yang Qiu saw that his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the speed of flying was too fast, and he was already less than two or three meters away in the blink of an eye, but his heart was at ease, and he turned from sadness to joy, and shouted excitedly in his heart: "Great." A little closer. A little closer. Just get a little closer. I'll be able to use immortality. ”

Seeing the tears in the corners of Yang Qiu's eyes, the thin old man showed a smug sneer, and said, "Hmph! Even if you beg for mercy now, it's useless." I will ...... your little life" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted halfway.

Just when he was less than half a meter away, Yang Qiu shouted excitedly: "It's now." The Crazy Immortal Technique looked at the thin old man.

The thin old man was stunned, revealing a blank look.

Just when the thin old man was dazed, two green lights lit up from Yang Qiu's eyes, like lasers, poofing twice, and fell steadily on him.

After a moment, the sneer and smugness on the thin old man's face disappeared, replaced by excitement and gratitude. And Yang Qiu's original body trembled violently, and he opened his mouth and let out a terrible scream. Then, a white light flashed out, turning into the thin old man's primordial spirit, wanting to escape.

Yang Qiu shouted weakly: "Good baby!"

A white light flew out from the back and waist of the original body, turning into the appearance of a good sword, and with a pop, pierced the original spirit of the thin old man.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the place finally returned to silence. No more killing and fighting.

Yang Qiu looked around uneasily, front and back, left and right, and saw that there was really no threat, and there was no one in sight at the end of his sight, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slammed, sat on the ground, and gasped for breath. (To be continued......)