To the south of the Lingbao Dojo, a few feet above the ground, a golden light swept through seven brilliant qi swords, the speed was unpredictable, leaving only a golden ray of light and a series of afterimages dancing in the air. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The golden light grew faster and faster, and it came to an abrupt end after a few moments.

The hem of Nangong Ming's clothes was still stuck in the air, and he exhaled lightly, but the magic seal in his hand did not stop. I saw that he opened the bow left and right and drew at the same time, the upper, middle and lower are all one, the upper and lower are dry, the upper and lower are dry, there are words in the mouth, and the heart is solemn and shouting: "Qianyuan is a Qi array!" ”

At that time, a golden array unfolded from the feet of Nangong Mingxuan, and the circular array continued to rotate and stretch, and a brilliant golden ancient array was formed with little effort. This formation is just to the yang, it is made up of the innate pure yang of heaven and earth, once it is caught in it, all directions are like Jin Ge stabbing in all directions, and it is unstoppable! Immediately afterwards, Nangong Mingxiao took out his sword and muttered to himself, there seemed to be some reluctance in his eyes, but he didn't stop moving in his hand. He snorted softly, his index and middle fingers pressed together on the sword, and then plunged his sword into the center of the formation. After doing all this, Nangong Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's a pity for my Wangxi Sword." After he finished speaking, he took one last look at the sword in the golden array, turned around and strode away, not looking back.

After another moment, Nangong Mingxuan tiptoed back to the Lingbao Dojo, picked up a few stones on the side of the road, and cast the Kan Position Water Mirror Spell in the north and south directions, looking at it from a distance, it was like two Nangong Mingxuan standing there vigorously, he nodded with satisfaction, touched his chin and said to himself: "Yes, yes, the person in this mirror actually has my own seven-point heroic appearance, I'm afraid it won't be a problem to charm that sissy, haha." Thinking like this, the more proud he became, and followed a mirror of the person hiding three feet outside the north atrium, and counted down in his heart.

"Almost, three, two, one."

There was a loud bang, as if the sky had cracked, and an abyss was pulled on the ground. A burst of golden light mixed with the domineering Qianyuan True Qi burst out from the south of the Lingbao Dojo not far away. The power seemed to stir up the chaos and penetrate the nine heavens. The black-robed man lost his mind for a moment, and then Nangong Ming's joyful shout came from his ears: "Master, you are here!" “

It turned out that Nangong Ming Xuan used the Wangxi Sword to seal the eyes of the Qianyuan Yiqi Formation, allowing this domineering formation to further absorb the pure yang power in the body of the Wangxi Sword. I think that the Wangxi Sword was forged by Nangong Ming's master three years ago, and he happened to get a piece of extraterrestrial black iron. This dark iron came from the heavenly dome, and on the way to the ground, it went through the washing of the Heavenly Fire Qianyuan, went to the dross and left the iron mother, and cooperated with the cold ice in the South China Sea and the abyss, and cast this smart and abnormal sword. Today, in order to save people, Nangong Ming destroyed the sword guard, which can be regarded as a good story.

Besides, that Qianyuan was in a Qi array, absorbing the Heavenly Fire Qianyuan in the sword body, and the degree of domineering was even more out of control. It's like pouring the water of a river into a gourd, and the power of a jiazi is put into a baby's body alive, when the ancient array can't withstand the power of the vast Qianyuan in the array, the result is only an explosion.

Nangong Ming extinguished the sacrificial sword to achieve a moment of movement between heaven and earth, and then achieve the effect of confusing the black-robed man. Sure enough, when the man heard Nangong Ming's words, a trace of panic and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he was no longer as enchanting and lazy as before. Nangong Mingxiao saw it in his eyes, laughed, pushed the phantom in the water mirror beside him out of the courtyard wall, raised his voice and said: "Master, you pestering this sissy weirdo, I'll save you seniors in the South China Sea!" ”

The black-robed man caught a glimpse of Nangong Ming in the north, and his heart was furious, he didn't want to cause big trouble at the critical moment, and his thoughts and this were even more secretly cursed for miscalculation, and he snorted coldly: "Little thing, I'll kill you first, and then I'll meet your master!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure jumped in the void like a ghost, and in an instant, he met the "Nangong Ming Extinguished" in the north. I saw that his right hand was a claw, and his five fingers were glowing with faint purple light, and a gray and black was drawn where he passed, and for a while the grass and trees were wilted, and the flowers withered, and the palm of that hand contained a great breath of death! Nangong Mingxuan hid behind his scalp numb, the black-robed man in front of him was afraid that he was the most powerful person he had ever met in addition to his master over the years, holding the power of the laws of heaven and earth, even in today's four major sects, I am afraid that they are all good players who can be ranked.

He settled down, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "The art of war has clouds: virtual is real, and real is virtual." I don't care who you are, between the virtual and the real, it's up to you how you cope. ”

I saw Nangong Mingxiao grinning, and the three stones he picked up slid from his sleeves to his fingertips, and he hit out when he saw the cornices of the pavilion. This finger is passed on from his master Murong Guiyi, it is said that thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Fuyao Mountain Sect realized this fingering method from the fingers of the Buddha Gate Flowers, and used the spiritual power of Zhou Tian in the body as a medium to comprehend the supreme realm.

The seemingly inconspicuous three stones whizzed away in a strange arc and variable speed, hitting the corner of the cornices with three "bang, bang, bang", and then the angle changed and bounced towards the east courtyard wall of the courtyard. "Bang bang bang" three times, this time the angle changed again, the stone flew from east to southeast, and it hit the broken wall on the south side of the atrium with only a few hands.

At that time, the black-robed people were slightly uneasy in their hearts, always wary of when the south would kill a Murong Guiyi, and for a while, the wind hunted and roared in the right hand, and they didn't even notice Nangong Ming's small movements. In the next moment, his right hand swept on the person in the mirror with a heavy and lifeless claw wind, like a mirror flower and a moon turning his head into the air, and in an instant, the fragrance passed away in the blink of an eye, and the phantom in the mirror slowly drifted in the air, leaving only Nangong Ming's smug smile lingering for a long time. The black-robed man's heart tightened, and he secretly screamed badly, and suddenly heard a movement behind him. Turning around to look, I saw three stones flying out from the south, which happened to hit the three disciples in the atrium. Stimulated by this, the three disciples jumped up in unison, and their mouths shouted like madness, jumping around like apes, and in just a few moments, they jumped out of the suction range of the blue and purple beads.

Nangong Mingxuan nodded secretly, and said in his heart: "I am afraid that these three people will completely disappear in the future, but it is better than dying here today and there are no bones left." ”

He didn't think too much, he pinched a trick left and right, only to see another Nangong Ming disappear on the wall of the south courtyard. The rhythm of the black-robed man was disrupted several times, and the murderous intent in his heart was even stronger. Seeing that "Nangong Ming Annihilation" jumped out from the south, he flew to attack without saying a word, and flew away with a thunderbolt in his palm, aiming to kill with one blow. Nangong Mingxiao saw the opportunity, took advantage of the chaos to leap into the atrium, carrying one on his back, and one person under his armpits, exerting force on his feet, seventeen brilliant qi swords burst out from the acupoints of his legs, and only two sucks in the front and back, without the slightest stagnation and mud and water.

However, Rao is like this, the strength of the black-robed man is really extraordinary. found out that he was fooled for the second time, although he was angry in his heart, his mind gradually calmed down. A few pictures were played back in my mind, and I instantly understood Nangong Ming's wishful thinking.

The next second, he didn't even turn his body completely, only to see a string of air currents under his feet, as if disappearing from the ground, and the sound of the sonic boom was deafening. Nangong Ming's heart was not good, and he still underestimated the reflexes of the man in front of him. He grabbed the man under the armpit of his right hand in the palm of his left hand, freed his right hand, and pointed to the southern sky while turning into a streamer and retreating, his eyes were full of joy Venus, and he shouted with a cry: "Master save me!" ”

The black-robed man was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw that there were not even a few stars in the dark night sky, and where was there half a figure? When he turned his head to look at Nangong Mingxuan, he saw that he was running away from the wind, and he flew out of the four hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.

The black-robed man was murderous, his hands were in his palms, his eyes were closed, and a cloud of pitch-black electric light like a python quietly coiled and covered the entire palm, only to hear him whisper in his mouth, and read in his heart: "Ah nose quenching, thousands of corpses are gathered." Secret Technique: Eighteen Ghost Hands! As soon as the word "hand" fell, his eyes suddenly opened, and the green light in his pupils was like nine dark fires, jumping up and down. The palms of those hands gently pushed in the direction of Nangong Ming's escape, and a circle of waves suddenly exploded in the void. Eighteen pitch-black ghost palms intertwined and converged with each other, converging across thousands of zhang space, and they were about to catch up with the distant streamer.

A chill quietly climbed up the spine, and Nangong Mingxuan looked back and suddenly looked colorless. This palm is composed of the domineering qi of the innate to the kun to the yin, enveloping the breath of the withering of all things in the heavens and the earth, even if the power of flying over two thousand zhang is only two or three tenths, it is still not his dao that can be taken over by life.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, the spiritual power around his body was running extremely fast for a week, and the eighteenth qi sword took shape with difficulty, and his body was vaguely faster. His right hand sealed in front of him, and the void connected seven times to the north high in the sky, and his finger power came out through the clouds, and the sky flashed out. The seven stars shone faintly, and they were connected to each other, forming a turtle and snake image.

Fighting, bull, female, virtual, dangerous, room, wall! These seven stars are the spirits of the northern Xuanwu stars! The stars were vertical and horizontal, and the Xuanwu turned into a thousand-zhang giant shield and collided with the pitch-black ghost hand, and in an instant, the wind and clouds raged and flew, and the sparks stained half of the night sky.

Hearing only a muffled sound, Nangong Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the Xuanwu giant shield slowly dissipated and disintegrated in the impact confrontation. And the ghost hand that seemed to come from the eighteenth layer of hell and ravaged the world was shaky, but it still hit him. Nangong Ming grinned, and secretly said in his heart: "Fighting wits and courage, exhausted, this battle is enjoyable!" The rest of the last fight, if you are lucky to survive today, you should raise a glass and drink, and float a big white! ”

He laughed into the sky, the five fingers of his right hand glowed with a bright blue light, and the spiritual power in his body flowed to protect the limbs and limbs of his body. The next moment, the eighteen ghost hands that were already like the end of a strong crossbow slapped on his chest, which seemed to be soft, but in fact, it turned over the river and the sea in his body. Eighteen strands of dead qi surging against the tendons and veins in his body, if it weren't for the fact that this dead qi was far from the heyday, and the acupoints and veins in his body were protected by spiritual power, I was afraid that in a few moments, he would be a corpse.

was not killed immediately, Nangong Ming was overjoyed. It was as if a battlefield had opened up in his body, spiritual power and death qi were at war, the bright blue and the ghost color of the forest were fighting each other without giving in, and every impact hurt him to grin and break out in a cold sweat. However, Nangong Mingxiao grew up with Murong Guiyi since he was a child, and he has gone through many hardships, and he has gone through several times in life and death. He deliberately guided, and in a dozen breaths, he finally drew a stream of dead qi from the Taiyin Shaoshang Acupoint in his right thumb and turned into a black qi sword. Immediately after that, he guided the second path of dead qi, which was drawn out from the Yangming Shang Yang Acupoint on the index finger of his right hand, and the two faint black qi swords rotated for a long time, and they were actually used by him for a while! In this way, the spiritual power in Nangong Ming's body is eliminated from the other, and the remaining dead qi is divided into three strands and ruled by it, how can it become a threat again?

The black-robed man saw that Nangong Ming was even more castrated, and he didn't pursue it, and said to himself: "Hmph, it's really a good act!" Murong Guiyi taught a disciple who didn't leave his hands behind. I don't know how long it took, and there was a playful voice in the night sky: "The law qi sword is as you like, and the sea of clouds is free for me to swim." Thank you for sending us back! ”