"Boom"

On the Yishui wilderness, the people who came to the rescue got up and flew back.

But as soon as he left a few feet, he heard a loud bang.

When the mountain ghost looked back, he saw that the abandoned village behind him was dusty, and the fierce sword qi rose to the sky, like an autumn wind with a blade, sweeping across the low wall of the village, cutting half of the small village.

That sword qi, he had seen it.

Outside Suzhou City, Shen Qiu used such an earth-shattering knife to repel Zhang Chu.

"Buzz"

The figure of the mountain ghost stopped in place, he waved his left hand, patted Qingqing next to him on the back, and slapped Qingqing further back.

The little junior sister who was lifting the indulgence screamed, and then flew to the Lang Monk, and was picked up by the latter in his arms.

"Take her away!"

The mountain ghost dropped a word, and swept towards the miserable village like a swift shadow.

Xiao Tie did not hesitate at all, and also carried the iron heart in his body, and rushed over with the mountain ghost.

"Little girl, stay in a safe place."

Hua Qing Gongzi hesitated, he threw the precious folding fan in his hand to Qingqing, and chuckled at the monk again, saying:

"Master, don't run away, let's go to Dou Qingyang, we can't do it without you."

After speaking, the boy also turned his body, and between the wide Confucian shirts, he spread his wings like a crane and rose into the air.

A tap of his toe on the weeds by the side of the road made him a little faster.

The last to come first, but it also fell in front of the mountain ghosts.

This immortal son's longitudinal technique is really a must.

"Qingqing is obedient, don't make trouble."

The Lang Monk handed over the Qingqing in his arms to the Heluo boxers beside him, and the latter immediately escorted Qingqing to retreat quickly.

The little junior sister was struggling, but when she heard the words of the monk Lang, she quieted down.

She watched the monk carrying the Buddhist stick and rushed to the village, so she put her hands together and used the few Buddhist scriptures she had learned from the monk in the past few days to pray for her friends and brothers.

In order to prevent Ai Dacha from catching Xiao Tie, Shen Qiu made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was currently the strongest means in his hands.

The nine-point sacrifice of his body urged the seven stars to shake the light, plus he had already mastered a little bit of the sword intent, as well as the blade-breaking sword qi of the treasure knife.

The first knife slashed out the earth-shattering knife that repelled Zhang Chu that day.

This knife is ferocious, like a knife cutting the sea, full of momentum, the knife light is slashed, blowing Ai Dacha's parrot green robe and a messy hair hunting and flying.

But the Qingyang Demon Lord did not dodge or dodge.

He sneered, and waved the Heavenly Wolf Stick with one hand, and this ancient Momen strange thing shook rapidly, facing Shen Qiu's puppet sword qi head-on.

The first collision was bent, and the sound of the internal spring moved, making the Qimen weapon shake faster.

It's like a knife that vibrates at high frequency.

In the rapid collision of a thousand blows in an instant, Shen Qiu's sword qi was like a complex mechanism that had been quickly disassembled, broken down into pieces by Ai Dacha's skillful strength.

Those scattered knife intents were thrown out in all directions.

In an instant, the entire abandoned village was destroyed.

Those low-walled and dilapidated houses were slashed to pieces by these flying shattered knife qi, like the demolition of a small earthquake.

It seems to be slow to say, but in fact, in an instant, this ferocious sword qi is destroyed.

Shen Qiu's life-threatening blow injured the master of the ground list.

But there was nothing to do about Ai Dacha, and the demon lord was not even a hair destroyed.

In the smoke and dust dancing in front of him, Shen Qiu, who was dragging a knife, rushed into three feet in front of Ai Dacha, clasped the seven stars with both hands and shook the light, and slashed Huashan towards the Demon Lord with one move.

With a flick of the latter's wrist, the rapidly vibrating Sky Wolf Stick was between him and Shake Light.

"Bang"

The unbreakable Shake Light met his opponent.

The blade slashed at the black wolf stick, sliding only a spark, but it didn't leave a trace.

This stick, which was not only strong, but also had thousands of mechanisms, was bent to ninety degrees, and the blade was only a few inches away from Ai Dacha's neck.

"Co-authored Lao Tzu to teach you to lose skillfully, that is very skillful, you haven't even learned a point?"

The Qingyang Demon Lord looked at Shen Qiu in front of him, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

It seems that he is completely disappointed in Shen Qiu, a bad student.

"Smack"

He slapped the crooked wolf stick.

True Qi was injected into the stick, causing the vibration of the Sky Wolf Stick to intensify.

Shen Qiu felt as if his knife had been slashed at a strange machine that vibrated hundreds of times per second, not only was the power attached to the knife dispersed.

Even the wrist with the knife was pulled into the rapid vibration frequency.

This vibration was like lightning entering the body, stirring up the true qi in the body to vibrate at the same frequency.

His cheeks turned red, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he immediately withdrew his knife and retreated.

The black wolf stick bounced up from ninety degrees like a spring, bringing out a trace of afterimage, which hit Shen Qiu's chest, and the protective true qi was scattered, causing his whole person to fly out upside down and fall on the ground.

Shen Qiu shook his head, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a familiar pair of shabby cloth shoes appear in front of him.

He looked up and saw the mountain ghost's masked face, and his outstretched hand toward him, and the gentle light in his eyes.

"Sand sculpture, it's miserable."

"Whew"

Shen Qiu was not interested in arguing with the mountain ghosts.

He held the hand of the mountain ghost, was pulled to his feet, stood beside the mountain ghost with a knife, and quickly breathed the true qi in his body.

"Brother Shen Qiu!"

Xiao Tie also grabbed the heavy sword, like a stone falling to the ground, and "smashed" it on Shen Qiu's side.

He looked at Shen Qiu, who was intact, with a happy expression, but the latter glared at him and said angrily:

"Hurry up, hurry up, you're throwing yourself into the net!"

"Hah"

Over there, Ai Dacha saw Xiao Tie, and his eyes lit up with sharp essence.

This young man, born with a strong physique, strange muscles and bones, at a young age, can dance the heavy sword of the door panel like a feather, which shows the innate divine power.

Sure enough, it's a peerless treasure!

This trip to Qilu is not complaining!

He laughed, and the wolf stick in his hand suddenly danced, and the tip of the black stick flew out like a cannonball.

With the sound of the machine spring, the finely broken chains with separated claws buckled like lightning towards the iron boy.

"Wow"

The mountain ghost reacted quickly enough, and the shadow in his hand danced, and with a sword, the claw of the trap flew out.

But Ai Dacha only flicked his wrist, and the claw that was knocked away slashed through the air in a half-arc, and with the blessing of true qi, like a foraging poisonous snake, it grabbed the wide-eyed Broken Iron at a faster speed.

This Ai Dacha didn't use his true qi internal strength at all, and he was completely playing with the juniors in front of him with his skills.

It's really just a play.

"Stop!"

At this moment, there was a soft groan, and another chain sound also broke through the air, and a wisp of small things that could barely see the specific form flew out from the side, and lightly hit the claw that Ai Dacha had thrown.

Between the collision of the two objects, the true qi blessed by the Demon Lord was dispersed.

The speed of the claw was also a little slower, and before it reached Xiao Tie's shoulder, it was knocked back by Shen Qiu's wind and thunder finger. Recommended ReadingTV//

"Whew, Whew"

Two figures landed in front of Shen Qiu.

One person is dressed in a gray monk's robe and holds a black Buddha stick.

The other man was dressed in a white robe, with a fluttering robe and a good demeanor, but he was holding a small chain in his hand, and under the chain, a delicately shaped scythe hung down.

The small scythe was only the size of a palm, and it looked like some kind of insect, like a cicada, and in the position of the insect's wings, it was a snow-white S-shaped blade that rotated continuously, like a quarter moon.

Another strange weapon.

"Brother Dao."

Hua Qing shook her wrist slightly, and whispered to the mountain ghost standing beside her with a sword:

"A few days ago, I saw your Taihang secret swordsmanship, which is really extraordinary, today, I will ask Brother Dao to take a look at my Kunlun secret tradition...

Let's take a look, my blade is called 'Golden Cicada', and my magic is called 'Fei Lian War Dance'. ”

As soon as the words fell, a cyan air current, visible to the naked eye, overflowed from Hua Qing's hand and wrapped around the delicate golden cicada flying sickle.

In the roar of the sharp blade, the delicate scythe flew towards Ai Dacha.

And Hua Qing Gongzi himself, like a real dancing girl, took a few steps forward.

His body was fluttering, like an immortal dancing, full of lightness, and the flying sickle in his hand seemed to come to life, flying around Ai Dacha.

The Demon Lord was originally dismissive of the junior's attack.

He could see clearly that the three people in front of him had not broken through the shackles of martial arts, nor had they faded away from the mundane.

It is far from returning to the innate and is not worth paying too much attention to at all.

But the golden scythe swept by, like a swift wind, and his own protective qi that could resist the fierce shot of the powerful crossbow was easily cut.

That's what made the Demon Lord interested.

He gripped the wolf stick behind his back, causing the long stick to spin in the palm of his hand, like a propeller blade flying, and Fuer slapped away the scythe that swept towards his neck with one palm, and rushed forward.

It's lightning fast.

Hua Qing's complexion changed slightly, her dancing body rotated once, the chain sounded, and the little scythe fell into her hand, and in the second rotation, the scythe was thrown again.

Only this time, there is no lightness on the scythe.

On the contrary, the green qi is entangled, and it is as thick as a mountain.

"Bang"

Xiao Fei Sickle and the high-speed spinning wolf stick in Ai Dacha's hand collided together, and the collision between the two true qi brought up a wave of qi like a shock wave, blowing the dust under the dusk to the surrounding area and escaping.

The Demon Lord's charge was halted.

Hua Qing, whose face was slightly pale, stretched out her hand to clasp the little flying sickle that flew back, and shouted to the wandering monks and mountain ghosts around her:

"Let the two of you watch, are you really watching?

Help! ”

The monk carried the Buddha stick, pronounced the Buddha's name, and rushed towards Ai Dacha in the dust, and under the mask of the mountain ghost, a smile was revealed, which was fleeting.

The occasional embarrassment of this cyan...

It's not that annoying to him.

"Wow"

The sound of the sword roared softly, the shadow waved, and the place of two zhang passed in an instant, and four sword shadows appeared on the side of the mountain ghost, together with him, swinging the sword or stabbing or slashing, covering Ai Dacha's body.

Here, the Demon Lord is fighting against the Wandering Monk.

This life-hating monk has a magic stick in his hand, and it is also a high-class martial art in the rivers and lakes.

What is particular about is a fierce and uncast, every time the stick is hit, the force sinks a thousand times, but it is scattered by the skillful force on the stick of Ai Dacha.

Seeing the sword shadow stabbing at him, the Demon Lord took a step back.

The left hand was raised, and the manipulation of more than a dozen puppets outside the hundred zhang was broken, and the true qi line of the male hand was thrown on the prodigal monk.

I saw that his fingers were lightly hooked, and the black Buddha stick that was originally hitting him was like a marionette's manipulation, and it met the Chengying Sword stabbed by the mountain ghost head-on.

This move made the prodigal monk and the mountain ghost change color at the same time.

But it was too late for the two to recruit.

"Huh"

The Buddha stick collided with the shadow and was easily cut off by a third, and the sword shadow around the mountain ghost was also scattered by the fierce stick of the monk Lang.

"Hahahaha, this is the real public loser!

Everything in the world is under control! ”

Ai Dacha laughed wildly and kicked on the arm of the wandering monk, and smashed the wolf stick at the mountain ghost, he laughed and said:

"Shen Qiu hit the street, Lao Tzu still left a hand, I didn't expect it!

Hahahaha"

"Huh"

But before he finished laughing, a black sword stabbed in front of him, and the true qi in the mountain ghost's body boiled, making his already fast sword as a ghost, three points faster.

Straight towards Ai Dacha's eyes.

The sword dance was silent, and the thick aura didn't stop it at all!

Chengying, specializing in breaking the true qi!

"Bang"

There was nowhere to hide from the fatal sword, Ai Dacha simply didn't dodge, he slammed on the ground with his left foot, and the majestic true qi burst out, like a bomb being detonated on the spot.

A terrifying wave of qi like a shock wave smashed into the mountain ghost, pushing him three steps away.

The sword move was broken, and the wolf stick also danced a phantom and hit the mountain ghost head-on.

"I'm here to help you!"

In the middle of Xiao Tie's explosion, the heavy sword in his hand came out of his hand, and in the swing of the chains, the giant sword of the door panel flew towards the mountain ghost, who stepped on the heavy sword in the air, his body rose a few inches, and dodged the slam of the wolf stick.

Chengying in his hand once again sacrificed his life and stabbed out!

Shen Qiu's magic skill of bursting clothes...

Ninth!

"Poof"

This sword was more than twice as fast, and he really had the illusion that the flying sword was fierce, and Ai Dacha couldn't dodge, and a ball of blood broke out on his shoulder.

But the next moment, the mountain ghost was slashed by the demon king, and even the person flew out with a sword.

"Awesome!"

Ai Dacha glanced at the shoulder wound and praised it sincerely.

In front of him, the flying sickle came again, fast and urgent, shaking out several afterimages in the air, but it was easily held by the Demon Lord's hand.

The flying sickle was clasped between his fingers, and Ai Dacha's eyes were indifferent.

He is a master of the heavenly list, and he was stabbed by a junior, which is really a great shame!

It's time to get serious.

Over there, Hua Qing wanted to withdraw the golden cicada flying sickle, but she didn't move.

"The little boy's dancing is good, so that this demon lord appreciates it very much, so this has something to do with you... Let's use it as a dance reward! ”

The Demon Lord's hand commanded, and the little flying sickle flew back suddenly.

Flying out together, there were also a few black things in his cuffs, those that disintegrated in mid-air, and turned into dozens of various types of hidden weapons, like flying stars in the sky, slashing at the heads and faces of everyone in front of them.

Ai Dacha, who got serious, carried the wolf stick.

Ignoring the weak mountain ghost under his feet, he rushed towards Xiao Tie.

The monk roared, gave up the Buddha stick, raised his palms, and the true qi of Veda in his body was agitated, like an angry King Kong, blocking in front of Ai Dacha.

Hua Qing's hand in the back was clasped around his waist, but before he could make a move, he saw Shen Qiu sweeping in front of him.

The figure moved, the ten fingers danced in the air, such as inviting the moon to pick up the stars, and the public lost skillfully with the wind and thunder fingers to dance out of the afterimage, shooting down all those hidden weapons that were shot, and holding a few in his hands.

"Demon Lord."

Shen Qiu threw the hidden weapon he was holding at his feet, and he shouted to Ai Dacha:

"How did I learn this skillful man? Didn't disgrace you, did you? ”

"Bang"

The Demon Lord's response was quite succinct, and the disgraced Wandering Monk was beaten back into his main formation, slamming into Xiao Tie's body, knocking the tall young man back a few steps.

Ai Dacha carried the Heavenly Wolf Stick and walked towards Shen Qiu and the others step by step.

The strong true qi wrapped around his body, bringing a whistling wind, it was really like a demon lord descending into the world, as if nothing could stop him.

"Smack"

Ai Dacha waved his hand to knock down the shaking knife that Shen Qiu had slashed in, and then waved his five fingers, clasping Shen Qiu's neck like a ghost, lifting him into the air.

The wolf stick in his hand pointed obliquely at Hua Qing under his feet, and the qi machine pulled it, so that Hua Qing did not dare to move.

Dare to move...

Die!

"It's so good to learn, so what?"

Ai Dacha looked at Shen Qiu's eyes with a chill.

Brother Zhang only asked him to guarantee that Shen Qiu would not die, and a few parts were torn off from him, it should be a problem, right?

Shen Qiu, who was choked by the neck, looked pained, he looked at Ai Dacha, and after a breath, he suddenly showed a strange smile.

The ten fingers hanging down at his side are buckled, and the true qi line is flicked.

Lose skillful hands and control everything!

The shaking knife that was knocked to the ground seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and slashed at the Demon Lord's neck from behind.

"Bang"

The Shaking Light Knife was knocked out by the swinging Sky Wolf Stick, but the black sword that followed closely behind pierced the Demon Lord's flesh and blood in this breath.

This black sword is so domineering!

It was not hindered by any type of True Qi at all, and even a body that was nearly innate and refined could not stop its piercing.

The shadow flashed, stabbing in from behind and out of the abdomen.

Hua Qing's fingers swept over his waist, and a strange soft sword was like a poisonous snake, reaching for Ai Dacha, who was close at hand, which was like a signal, so that Xiao Tie, who was fighting to the death, and the prodigal monk who spit blood, also pounced with their last strength.

Shen Qiu actually hurt the Demon Lord!

This is their last chance!

Between the flashing swords and sword shadows around him, Shen Qiu, who couldn't speak, spoke to Ai Dacha, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

That phrase is...

"Gong loses skillfully, the last trick, stealing the day, I have already learned."