Luo Qing slid down the steep cliff and rushed out a few more steps. The aura of Daoist Yan behind him was broken. However, he knew that it was unreliable to rely on this secret cave to escape with the legendary abilities of the child monks, so he just took a breath and continued galloping. At the same time, he tried to calm himself down and temporarily remained calm through the power of the bronze mirror, without drawing runes.

This is also one of the effects of the bronze mirror according to the gods, except that there is a limit on the time and number of remaining talismans. Only three sticks can be stored temporarily, and the time is half a stick of incense.

The painting was so complex that he only painted two after Luo Qing had run ten miles. Just as he was about to paint his third painting, the night sky suddenly lit up, and a red light shone behind him, and a strong smell followed.

Only then did Luo Qing be sure that the smell was burning blood, mixed with the murderer's own murder, which irritated his nose.

He originally thought that Yan Daoren would catch up with him, but it came too quickly, and it was still beyond his expectations.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, and suddenly, without warning, he interrupted and rolled over, insisting on jumping out. The next moment, the red line was erased, and the two large bowl-mouth trees he had just crossed were cut in half five feet above the ground and fell. Although it was already midnight, I could see dust and smoke everywhere, and branches and leaves swirling. Animals and birds were stunned and chirping, and the relatively quiet mountain forest suddenly erupted into a commotion.

When the blow failed, Yan Daoren still smiled happily. The laughter went from far to near, and soon after, Luo Qing followed each other again: "Little white face, Ye Tao, the nine Yang fathers, are courteous?"

"Jiuyang, is it Fujian Sanyang?"

Luo Qing rarely asked questions, but he also slowed down, and his head immediately became hot. Daoist Yan flew by with a wave of boiling heat, blocking his way. Luo Qing immediately stationed down and assumed a posture of confronting the enemy. Although his expression was solemn, he did not intend to panic.

"Little white face is curious......"

Yan Daoren said and laughed while staring at him with wide eyes. Luo Qing still had the same expression, as if the scene of more than twenty herbalists lying dead and dying, the ridicule of the enemy, and the magical power of Fujian Jiuyang only allowed him to express it to this extent.

"Well, the bravery got it too. Ye Tao is afraid that you are just a cowardly shrimp!"

The more surprised he was at Luo Qing's courage, the more Daoist Yan wanted to break the ghost. Instead, he took a step forward instead of doing it in a hurry. The distance between Luo Qing and Fu Jian was only two zhang. He shook Fu Jian gently. But, hey, he smiled, "Why is it the Jiuyang Mansion Sword?" Ye Tao can say something to you. Hehe, the day government is stingy and stingy. It only takes out the dirty Sanyo Fujian to deal with you ordinary young people. It makes you happy, but it doesn't know that there are six Yang Fujian, nine Yang Fujian and Chunyang Fujian in the government during the day.

"Of course, the last three, Tianfu will never take it out, but let them be cunning, but also drink the water that I wash my feet, as early as ten years ago, Ye Tao probed into Tianfu and secretly learned the method of "melting", as long as there is enough Sanyang Fujian support, you can refine and fuse step by step, from Sanyang to Liuyang, Jiuyang, wipe off impurities, and return to pure Yang, which is the ultimate.

"In the past two years, Ye Tao has been between Gumo and Cliff City, although it has been difficult, but he has also obtained Jiuyang Fujian Dacheng, and compared with the appearance of pure yang, there is only a thin line of difference. The number of three, three, nine, and nine is the number of anodes. Power has reached its peak. With this sword in hand, you'll be lucky enough to collect enough tequive. If you change to the Sanyang Fu Sword, you will not be able to resist the sword power of the Sword Master. ”

Having said that, Yan Daoren laughed again, but in this laughter, Luo Qing still maintained his previous posture, did not relax, did not panic, and naturally had no special signs. In the big mountain forest, only the wild animals, birds and sparrows that were awakened made a few loud noises.

The laughter stopped, and Yan Daoren couldn't laugh anymore. His eyes narrowed uncharacteristically. He finally realized that this little white face was not a young man of the previous generation, and he could be stupid in just a few words. If he continues to pester him, he won't say he's looking for any fun. I'm afraid this is the last massacre, and he'll be furious.

"Good, good, Old Master Tao will send you this little white face that Daniel Zhang dares to go on the road!"

Yan Daoren said, stepped forward, and raised the hand of Fujian Jiuyang. He was tall and had long arms. With these movements, the red breath almost crossed the distance of two zhang and engulfed Luo Qing.

In the coming heat wave, Fu Jian's unique sharp spirit is close to the center of his eyebrows. Luo Qing didn't have enough strength to support it, so he slowly took a step back, and at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand that had been shrunk in his sleeve slowly retracted, and picked up Shen Huangfu, who was holding the bronze sword.

"Huh?" Yan Daoren sensed a little, his eyes glancing at Luo Qing's hand, but he saw a large amount of water, smoke, and clouds pouring out of the sleeves of the white robe in his eyes. In an instant, a fog barrier formed. Under the reflection of the flames here, after passing through the fog barrier, the shape of the other party seems to be hidden, becoming more elusive as the light shifts.

"I want to run away again!" With an angry roar, Yan Daoist Fu Jian split the wind, and suddenly tore open the fog in front of him, by the way, the moving figure behind him slashed down with a sword.

After the sword was polished, Yan Daoren knew that it was wrong. This is clearly a cover-up. Instinctively, it was just visible that it split again, but waved it away.

As he looked around with his sword in hand, his face became even more sunken. After just a few hours of work, several acres of mountain forest area were already covered in a layer of mist. The fog couldn't stop anything, but it was night, and there was no light in the depths of the forest. The only source of light was myself holding a sword.

Of course, he could clearly see where the fire was on, but when he moved away from the area, his vision was greatly hindered.

Luo Qing swam at the edge of the light, and seemed to be able to jump into the depths of the forest at any time.

"Cunning little white face, but this superficial disguise is useless to Ye Tao!"

In the past, he also felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, just two years after the breakthrough, he still needs to nourish his spirit, and some abilities cannot be used freely. Otherwise, where else would this boy live?"

In view of this, Yan Daoguan does not use his eyes at all. He was driven purely by divine will. A situation within a radius of ten feet was reflected in his mind. He soon discovered that Luo Qing didn't seem to have any intention of escaping. Although his body was seen from time to time, he was still in his sight.

No, this little white face is waiting for an opportunity!

Emerging from the realm of divinity, his tall body suddenly fell and contracted, and hung almost on the ground for a few minutes, dangling in the tumbling, jumping between the trees as light as a monkey, suddenly a distance of several feet.

Just as his toes left the ground, a slight crackling sound from the burning air wiped his ears clean. The brightness of the forest, which was already under the firelight, unexpectedly soared again. A chain of blazing white light sliced through the void and pierced.

Even rolling in the air, Yan Daoren noticed a long chain of lightning. His eyes seemed to be scratched by the burning chain of light, leaving a lasting impression.

There was a loud bang, and the lightning did not hit Daoist Yan. Instead, it made its way through the area and crashed into a bowl-thick poplar tree on the outskirts of the forest opposite. The aspen broke, and then it caught fire.

At this time, Yan Chaoshi fell to the ground, he just stopped crying, straightened up, and saw that the poplar was used as charcoal by Ji Leiguang, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching twice. If it weren't for this time, the spirit of luck has gradually become proficient and can enter the state at any time, I'm afraid I just got hit, and I don't know what happened.

Palm rays. I'm afraid that there is a charm like jade that can manifest so quickly.

"There's still a little bit of value in the younger generation. “

He struggled to calm himself down and smiled contemptuously, but before he realized it, he replaced his "little white face" with "junior". Then he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see if you're luckier or if I'm more skillful!"

Before he could finish speaking, he put two fingers into the food, and as fast as the wind, drew ten twisted lines in the void, and the red silk trails were charred like seals and frozen in mid-air.

"Wind and fire are like wheels, and sickness!"

Suddenly there was a storm on the flat ground, and it was blown in all directions by the heat. When the surrounding mist is blown away. On the outskirts of Luoqing, it was sad to miss the palm thunder. Seeing this, he immediately turned pale: "Turn the air into a symbol!"

This is a real induced symbol!

Despite some speculation, he was still out of breath after the final confirmation. This is not a trick he used to play according to the bronze mirror of God, but the true power of the attacker in front of him.

Being able to paint a meaningless picture without any medium is beyond the reach of human turbidity. It must be to nurture one's body and raise one's spirit to a very high level. A person's spirit has developed to a certain extent. A person has what is called "consciousness-based" cultivation, which produces something wonderful from his spirit, called "divine will". In this way, one can be distracted, aware and attentive to replace the spiritual guidance of cinnabar, mahogany, etc. and call for a spiritual response, thus forming a truly effective talisman.

In this case, the murderer in front of him must be a spiritual realm, that is, he has emerged from the "three levels of humanity" and become a legendary "monk" with infinite magical powers.

Both sides compete to make judgments!

Without the cover of fog, Daoist Yan caught Luo Qing's traces with his eyes. He turned around and sneered, "Young generation, do you know how powerful Dao Elder is?"

Luo Qing closed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Daoist Yan stepped forward with a smile and slowly deceived him. As he walked, he said, "What other charms do you have? Let me show you?"

Luo Qing seemed to grit his teeth and suddenly put his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand, while his left hand was still locked in the sleeve in a very strange posture.

At this time, the red light flashed in front of him, and Yan Chaoshi had already quietly rushed up and swung his sword away. At this time, he shouted, "Die for me!"

Yan Daoshi was almost struck by lightning just now. He was still worried. Will he really let Luo Qing take the lead in attacking?

Luo Qingmeng raised his head, his eyes stared at the dazzling sword light in front of him, he didn't dodge or dodge, he seemed to be stunned, but at the last moment of the sword light, he twitched his backhand, and a green sword light popped out of his sleeve and slashed back. The sound of the guzheng sounded, and it actually blocked the edge of Jiuyang Fujian head-on.

Yan Daoren was a little surprised. He whirled and laughed. The sword turned back slightly. He increased his strength twice and then slashed down with another sword. Jiuyang Fu Jian is so powerful, Qingshan blocks the first, there is a buzzing sound of concussion, a faint almost miss, the sword fell again, and Luo Gan will be split into two.

Luo Qing's eyes widened, his lips suddenly opened, and a bloody arrow shot out, hitting the unstable green light, squeezing a syllable out of his teeth: "Disease!"

Cold Mountain suddenly appeared.

Under Yan Daoren's incredulous gaze, bright blood threads spread in the green light. As the blood soaked, the green light became more and more harsh. The light in its central area is almost frozen, giving off a luster close to its essence.

Jiuyang Fu Jian was beheaded, and the second time Luo Qing encountered the green light, it was still close to the sound of Jin Tiezheng's chirping, only this time, only the light on the periphery was peeled off, and the condensed green light area was intact.

Luo Qing's face turned pale, but he grinned.

He never wanted to run away. The last flight was just to buy time, to draw a picture of greeting the enemy. But time was running out, and before he could get the results, he had to put fog and thunder in the palm of his hand.

Thanks to Yan Daoshi's big mouth, he said two more words, allowing him to seize the opportunity to use a quick technique in his sleeve to condense into a "Seven Star Sword Symbol", and finally a mouth full of blood to urge, virtual to real, condensed into this weapon, the process went smoothly, if God helped.

Of course, relying on a single Fujianese alone may not be able to defeat Daoist Yan. However, the emotion of using runes is very different from the emotion of using a sword. He is good at symbols, but he prefers swords. He is more accustomed to hand-to-hand combat than tedious calculations when using symbols. He simply and frankly chooses between life and death. He wandered for 12 years. He has less time to draw his sword and kill?

This is his true temperament.

All other thoughts were cleared. Facing an attacker one level higher than him, Luo Qing grinned: "Let's see how much better my Seven Star Rune Sword is better than your Nine Yang Rune Sword?"