Qingsong Zhenren was speechless by Wu Ming's two sentences. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He looked at Wu Ming carefully, and after a few breaths, his brows frowned slightly.

"Hey, you're actually practicing magic skills?"

Wu Ming also knew that although he knew how to transform the demon element, it was still difficult to hide it in front of the person opposite.

"Hmph, senior, if you want to talk to me about good and evil gods and demons next, I think it's better to forget it. In addition, I also have a word of persuasion, you are not from the Liu family, so I don't want to fight to the death with you, I will do all I say, and the seniors should think twice. ”

"Haha, hahahahaha, arrogant child, this seat understands now, it seems that it is a demon, since this is the case, then don't blame this seat for being ruthless."

Wu Ming thought that this Qingsong real person wanted to find out the truth of the matter, but now, Wu Ming understands that this old guy wants to be famous.

In a word, the nature of the problem changed to a battle between good and evil, Qingsong Zhenren seized the excuse of Wu Ming's cultivation of demon skills, in his opinion, he had already occupied the top in this battle, his division was famous, and he was a demon defender, no matter how this battle was fought, his sect would not be held accountable for him.

Qingsong Zhenren is also suspecting that Wu Ming is doing this, and it is not clear that someone instigated it, and the force represented by the mastermind behind it is only afraid that it is not trivial.

Once he makes a rash move, no matter what happens, he has no backing, Bixia Sect cannot give him a head, although he is the elder of Bixia Sect, but, as far as this matter is concerned, he is working for the Liu family, if Bixia Sect comes out, wouldn't it be equivalent to becoming a thug of the Liu family?

In a few words, Qingsong Zhenren used so much scheming and thought so much, it can be said that the mechanism is exhausted.

……。

Qingsong Zhenren made a move, and the thousands of dust wisps danced, and the three thousand dust whisks were instantly extended and directly wrapped around Wu Ming's waist.

Facing Qingsong Zhenren, Wu Ming did not dare to be careless.

As an immortal path cultivator, Qingsong Zhenren's realm can be compared to the early stage of the Tianwei Realm of martial arts cultivators, which is similar to the original Ziyin Zhenren, and Wu Ming still hasn't broken through the five turns of demon refining, and it is not easy to defeat him.

A huge force came from the dust silk, and Wu Ming's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and at the same time, the demon scale arm grabbed the dust silk silk.

Pulling hard, it didn't have any effect.

Wu Ming couldn't help but secretly praise Qingsong Zhenren's cultivation was really profound.

Moreover, presumably, this thousand wisps of dust is not an ordinary treasure, and it is extremely tough.

Right now, the dust is getting tighter and tighter, and it has the intention of strangling Wu Ming to death.

"Hmph, Demon Dao Demon, your time of death has arrived." Seeing that Wu Ming couldn't break free from the dust, Qingsong Zhenren snorted coldly, and then his other hand shook slightly, transforming into a long sword.

Sou!

Qingsong Zhenren directly stirred out the long sword and shot it towards Wu Ming's chest.

Wu Ming didn't dare to be careless, and just as the flying sword was about to stab him in the chest, he suddenly disappeared in place.

The flying sword pierced the air, and Qingsong Zhenren saw Wu Ming disappear, and his face couldn't help but change.

After a while, the evil wind behind him sounded, and Qingsong Zhenren secretly said that it was not good, and his figure rose from the ground.

Wu Ming once again used the Blood Escape Technique, but Qing Song's real person's perception was too strong, and it was difficult to have the effect of a sneak attack.

Qing Song Zhenren was in the air, and the flying sword also crossed an arc in the air and returned to his hand.

Compared with Immortal Dao cultivators, the most obvious advantage of martial cultivators is the strength of their physical bodies, and Immortal Dao cultivators have more advantages in terms of techniques, so immortal Dao cultivators are the most taboo to fight with martial arts cultivators in close combat.

On the contrary, martial arts cultivators are more willing to approach immortal path cultivators.

Wu Ming is also well versed in this principle, his own cultivation is not as good as Qingsong Zhenren, if the distance is too far, Qingsong Zhenren can perform all kinds of advanced techniques, and at that time, he will be passive.

So, Wu Ming suddenly flapped the Xuantian Great Demon Wings, and his body went straight to the Qingsong Zhenren in the air.

At the same time, Wu Ming also conjured up a long knife, but it was not a bloodthirsty demon knife, and it was not yet time to use the bloodthirsty demon knife, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, after all, the bloodthirsty demon knife was too eye-catching, it was the treasure of the blood demon of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

"Edgeworth seals demons."

Seeing Wu Ming chasing after him, Qingsong Zhenren shouted, and the long sword in his hand was instantly separated, turning from one sword to five in an instant, and then, these five swords flew towards Wu Ming together.

The five swords fired together, trapping Wu Ming in it.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The five swords seemed to have their own souls, distributed in five different directions of Wu Ming, sometimes attacking together, sometimes feints and sneak attacks.

Qing Song Zhenren's treasure weapon long sword, naturally it will not be a low-level product, this sword has reached the level of the middle grade of the human Xuan level, coupled with the control of Qing Song Zhenren, it can completely pose a certain amount of damage to Wu Ming's Heavenly Demon Overlord.

The sword sealed the demon, and the five swords besieged it, and Wu Ming was difficult to get out for a while.

In desperation, Wu Ming had no choice but to use the Blood Escape Technique again to return to the ground, but the five flying swords seemed to have locked him, no matter where he appeared, the five flying swords would chase after him as soon as possible.

However, in a short period of time, Qingsong Zhenren's sword sealing demon could not help Wu Ming.

Wu Ming's Demon Scale Arm and Xuantian Great Demon Wing were still completely resistible.

Qingsong Zhenren stared at it from a high place, and he couldn't help but be a little shocked in his heart.

"This son turned out to be a person in the Demon Dao, and his demonic skills are obviously not shallow, and what is even more rare is that this son's body is so strong, it seems that I must not be careless, otherwise, once he gets close, it will inevitably suffer a big loss."

Qingsong Zhenren mentioned twelve points of caution, and after a few breaths, he once again stirred up a magic weapon.

It was a bowl-shaped magic weapon, and the whole body was turquoise.

Qingsong Zhenren held the magic weapon in the palm of his hand, chanted words in his mouth, and then shouted excitedly.

The magic weapon flew into the air in response, and the position of the bowl mouth was aimed at Wu Ming, as if a mysterious light shot out from the mouth of the bowl, directly covering Wu Ming in it.

At that time, Wu Ming didn't feel anything, but when he was covered by that Xuanguang, he found that he couldn't continue to perform the Blood Escape Technique.

Unable to perform the Blood Escape Technique, he had to wrestle with five flying swords.

In this way, he became a battle of trapped beasts, and Aomatsu could easily cast spells from a distance, and victory or defeat became only a matter of time.

Not far away, Zhuge Lingru and the others looked at the situation in front of them and were a little nervous.

The idiot monk just looked at the air silently, without any attitude, Bing Ji's expression never changed, Zhuge Lingru didn't know what she thought, but Xiao Hei and Lei Yan were a little anxious.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoyang rushed over from a distance.

"Lingru, what's the situation?"

"Brother Feng, you're here, see for yourself."

Feng Xiaoyang looked at the current situation.

"Oh no, Brother Wu Ming doesn't seem to be the opponent of the old man."

Zhuge Lingru said nervously: "What to do, we are afraid that it will not have any effect, and besides, there are so many of them." ”