The old vulture flew with two of his men.

As we approach Giant Bear City.

"Boss, if you have a knife, you will cross." A tall middle-aged male cultivator appeared.

He didn't cover his head with a turban, so he showed his smooth scalp, covered with a Buddhist robe, and a beard.

It is the evil monk of the sand sea.

As for the two subordinates brought by the vulture old man, they are also good hands in the line of sand bandits.

The 'Netherworld Evil Knife' is the sword, and the 'Blood Soul' is crossed.

They are all physical cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period.

It can be seen that the body poison is indeed very high in the vein of sand bandits.

His death turned out to be the Vulture Old Man and three of the Eight Chiefs, who came in person.

The vulture old man's voice was hoarse and he asked, "What is the current situation of that sword cultivator?" ”

"I entered Giant Bear City half a day ago, and I haven't left the city until now." Qiluo respectfully reported: "Boss, what should we do now?" Directly kill him into the city and kill him on the spot? ”

"It's not right," the vulture old man's eyes were full of gloom, and he shook his head and said to the three subordinates, "Although we are not afraid of the giant bear tribe, we can't do too much.

If we do it directly in the city, I'm afraid that the Nine Clans will no longer be able to tolerate us, continue to keep an eye on that sword cultivator, and as soon as he leaves the city, we will immediately intercept and kill him! ”

"Yes, Boss!" The three Yuan Ying cultivators, the leaders of the sand bandits who had killed countless people, did not dare to look directly at the gloomy gaze of the vulture old man at this time.

.........

Just as the vulture old man and his monks rushed to a place a few miles outside the Giant Bear City and lurked, Lu Qingshan, who was in the Giant Bear City, walked out of a magic weapon shop called Wanbao Pavilion.

This time, he almost bought out the high-level lightning protection magic weapon that was sold on the surface in Giant Bear City.

"The purpose of this trip has almost been achieved, and a long time has passed, and at the speed of the sand bandits, they should be almost waiting nearby at this time." Lu Qingshan muttered.

It's been almost a day since he entered the city.

This group of sand bandits are all outlaws, their cultivation is extraordinary, and they are familiar with the terrain of the Mogao Desert, and one day is enough time for them to prepare everything.

Lu Qingshan's murderous intent was awe-inspiring, and he didn't think about it anymore and went straight out of the city.

Just after he left the city, in the Giant Bear City, in the core place, the great monk belonging to the Giant Bear tribe whispered: "That sword cultivator is out of the city. ”

"The old vulture must be waiting outside the city at this time, right?"

"It should be so."

"Patriarch, if this sword cultivator and the vulture old man fight, should we help, maybe we can take the opportunity to kill the vulture old man......."

"Are you in the water in your head, the vulture old man is known as the first person in Mogao, and the patriarchs of the nine clans joined forces to have the certainty to surround and kill him.

This is just a primordial monk, you let the patriarch make a move? When the vulture old man offends our giant bear tribe, can you afford it?! Someone scolded.

"Let's take a look at the situation first," the majestic voice from the Giant Bear Patriarch sounded, "This sword cultivator is so fearless, maybe there is really some hole card that can pose a threat to that vulture old man."

If there is a chance to get rid of that vulture old man, I will not hesitate to take action to eradicate this great scourge for the major tribes of Mogao! ”

"Patriarch Gao Yi!" The monk of the Giant Bear tribe shouted.

.........

Lu Qingshan had just left the city, and three terrifying breaths rose from the desert, rushing madly, approaching quickly, and emitting wave after wave of sounds.

Whew-boom -

The sound gradually changed from far to near, and gradually changed to a roaring sound, whistling like wind and thunder.

"The fish bites." Lu Qingshan's expression finally became a little solemn, and he looked at the sky in the distance with a sneer.

There was a strong coercion surging there, and in the sky, three bloody figures showed their figures.

"It's a lot of guts." Seeing Lu Qingshan facing the impact of the three of them, the evil monk of the Shahai Sea Qiluo did not escape or hide, and shouted, and a huge palm print fell directly from the sky.

The palm print was blood-colored.

But in the palm of his hand, there was a faint flash of Sanskrit, with a heavy pressure, which seemed to be pressing towards Lu Qingshan with the power of the entire heaven and earth.

Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and peach blossoms flashed out of his body, like thunder, surging to meet the blood-colored palm print.

Rumble---

The turquoise sword light collided with the blood-colored palm prints that fell from the sky.

Compared to the two, in terms of size, it is like an embroidery flower facing the palm of the hand.

But the contrast that seemed to be so great made the blood-colored palm print tremble violently, and then disintegrated into a flood of spiritual light.

The 'Sand Sea Evil Monk' beggar, the 'Netherworld Evil Knife' dwelling knife, and the 'Blood Soul' have appeared one after another.

"There really is a bit of a means." Qi Luo looked at Lu Qingshan, and there was still a little jealousy in his eyes.

"With your little means, I can't help it." Lu Qingshan looked at the three leaders of the sand bandits, his eyes flickering.

"Why, the vulture old man's personal disciple was killed by me, and the vulture old man refused to come to avenge the disciple in person, but just sent you three wastes to die?"

"Sword Cultivator, it's just blocking my casual blow, don't be too arrogant," Qi Luo shouted angrily, his eyes were vicious, "To deal with you a Yuan Infant Monk, where do you need the boss to take action personally, the three of us will take action, then we can afford you!" ”

Being able to establish such a large force of sand bandits out of thin air in the Mogao Desert, this vulture old man is really extremely cautious.

Lu Qingshan's thoughts flashed in his heart.

He knew in his heart that the reason why the vulture old man didn't show up was that he really didn't come, and he estimated that he was hiding in the dark at this time to observe the battle situation.

After all, he is so upright, and this suspicious vulture old man is also afraid that it will be a trap, and he is deliberately luring him to appear, so as to surround and kill him, so he will not show up first, and let his subordinates test the truth first.

As soon as Qiluo's voice fell, he waved his palms continuously, and in an instant, there were seven blood-colored palm prints that struck, covering the sky and the sun, roaring, driving a strong evil aura, and the ferocity of the mighty end.

Lu Qingshan's thoughts flashed, and the peach blossoms swirled and moved, and he was about to shoot out again.

But at this moment, he felt something, so he pressed the flying sword that was about to move slightly.

Then the same huge palm print rose from the ground, and there was also a Sanskrit flicker in the palm print.

The only difference is that this palm print is golden.

Behind this golden palm print is a small novice dressed in a light red robe.

Jue Zhen is a little monk.

After listening to Lu Qingshan's suggestion, he followed him to Giant Bear City, and really waited for this evil monk in the sand sea.

Therefore, the little monk did not hesitate, and immediately came to help Lu Qingshan.

The palm print is in front, and the little monk is in the back, swaying up, like King Kong.

One palm against seven palms.

Thundered!

The golden palm print and the blood-colored palm print collided against each other, and the power seemed to be able to destroy the world.

The terrifying aftermath flickered, forming a circle of blood and gold in the air.

The golden palm prints struck by the little monk Juezhen were like a bamboo, soaring upward, breaking the seven blood-colored palm prints layer by layer, and finally blasting towards the beggar whose face suddenly changed.

Qi Luo hurriedly raised his palm to meet the attack, the Sanskrit text flickered, and the palm of his hand emitted a blood-colored light, like a ghostly claw.

The palms touch.

Bang!

The little monk Juezhen did not move, but Qiluo had spasms in his arms, almost deformed.

In the city, the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe who were releasing their divine consciousness to watch the battle, as well as the monks of many other tribes hidden in the Giant Bear City, all looked at it at this time.

"Why is there another little monk?"

"This monk is not simple, he can break Qiluo's arm with one palm!"

........

The vulture old man who was lurking in the shadows, watching all this, couldn't help frowning slightly the moment Juezhen appeared, "Could it be that this is the hole card of that sword cultivator......"

If that's all it takes, it won't pose much of a threat to him......

But the information is still undecided, and the vulture old man is still not ready to act rashly, and is ready to continue to observe the changes in the situation, and remain unmoved.

As for the safety of his men......

How could he care about such a thing?

........

"It's you......" Qiluo muttered as he looked at the straight face of Juezhen.

"I taught you the Great Compassion Seal that day, but I didn't want to be cultivated by you to make this Great Blood Seal," the little monk Juezhen looked at Qiluo and said slowly: "It's just that the Great Compassion Seal has lost this merciful meaning, but its power is very weak." ”

"You pass on my magical powers, I remember it in my heart, I don't want to do anything to you, don't force me." Facing Juezhen, Qiluo said word by word.

"I was soft-hearted that day, but it caused a disaster in Mogao," the little monk Juezhen clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "This disaster started because of me, and naturally it should be ended by me myself." ”

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qiluo said in a hoarse voice.

In this case, no amount of nonsense is meaningless!

With a bang, Qiluo's body seemed to be burning, and countless black blood qi rose up, like evil ghosts, and launched a powerful attack on Juezhen.

Bang!

He slammed his fist, and the blood mark came out again, but there was a myriad of black blood on it.

These black blood qi are the evil skills he cultivated by collecting the essence blood of the human race, which can pollute all kinds of magic weapons and spells, as well as have unparalleled corrosive power, combined with the original fierce Great Compassion Seal, which can be called just in the middle with yin.

The little monk Juezhen was solemn, drank lightly, and performed the treasure of Buddhism.

A dazzling sun appeared behind him, enveloping him in brilliant golden light, like a divine ring.

Sneer----

When the countless black blood qi touched this golden light, it was like ice and snow touching an oven, and it evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

The rising sun behind the little monk Juezhen is shining brightly, extremely holy, like a holy Buddha.

In his hand, Sanskrit was densely covered, and in an instant, a monstrous light burst out, hitting Qiluo, and the golden qi was vast, which was terrifying.

"Beggar, we're here to help you!" Netherworld Evil Knife Ju Dao and Blood Soul Zedu roared, and at the same time made a move, and hurriedly joined the battle.

A huge cleaver appeared in Judao's hand, and resentful spirits haunted it.

The Soul Knife, an evil weapon, is a terrifying magic weapon that refines the head of an innocent person and imprisons its soul as a resentful soul.

A knife is cut out, and there are countless resentful souls, sharp teeth and claws.

And on Zedu's side, a terrifying blood soul appeared behind him, fused into his body.

His flesh swelled suddenly, and terrifying blood streaks emerged.

The three of them besieged Juezhen fiercely.

The knife slashed out, and the sound was like a lightning strike, deafening.

Zedu turned into a ferocious beast, with a huge body, with the potential to sweep through thousands of armies, punching out one punch after another, each punch was violent, enough to shake a mountain peak.

However, the little monk Juezhen relied on the protection of the treasure to take them all, and he shook the leaders of the three major sand bandits, and he was not weak at all.

Buddhism exercises, this is such a resistance to grinding, if you really want to count the shortcomings, the more obvious is only one, not good at strong attacks, lack of explosive power.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a sword cultivator on the field who was famous for his outbursts.

"These three people seem to have forgotten who they are here for......" Lu Qingshan muttered.

In the next moment, his mind moved, and the killing sword intent and the silence penetrating sword intent were blessed on the peach blossom at the same time.

With a whoosh, the peach blossoms flew out.

"Using the peach blossom flying sword is far less powerful than the dragon sparrow, but even so, with the blessing of the sword intent, it is definitely enough to deal with the physical cultivation of these late Yuan Infants!" Lu Qingshan said secretly in his heart.

The sword has been cultivated to the Yuanying level, and the power of the flying sword depends largely on the sword intent attached to it.

And whether it is the killing sword intent or the silence penetrating sword intent, the increase in the power of the flying sword is like the radish with mutton, which is a perfect match!

Rumble!

When the peach blossoms suddenly rose, the speed directly soared to thirty-five times the speed of sound.

The moment the flying sword exploded, the surrounding space seemed to be roaring.

A dazzling sword light went straight towards the Netherworld Evil Knife that swung out of the sword, the Dying Knife.

"What?" Feeling the terrifying momentum of the peach blossoms, Ju Dao's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly swung his knife to block the flying sword.

Clang!

A metal crash exploded across the sky.

"No!" Ju Dao couldn't believe it, and shouted in horror.

Because the power of this flying sword was too powerful, although he tried his best to resist, the resentful soul knife in his hand was actually trembling and came out of his hand under the terrifying strength.

"Block!" Judao's eyes were red, and his flesh shone brightly.

He is a physical cultivator, how can he not even be able to block a flying sword!

Ju Dao thought so in his heart.

Brush!

On top of the flying sword, a little cold light suddenly flashed.

Lurking in it, the silent annihilation piercing sword intent suddenly erupted at this moment.

Following the dazzling cold glow of the Buddha's light on the little monk Juezhen, he pierced the abdomen of the knife with a flying sword.

The power is great, and the murderous intent is that as a primordial infant body cultivator, they are not the enemy of the same combination.

This flying sword entered the body, and the body of the knife suddenly shook violently.

After a breath, with a bang, the whole person of the giant knife exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and there was no power to return to the sky.

It turned out that when the peach blossom entered the body of the sword, it directly released countless sword qi, breaking its essence and shattering its primordial infant.

Netherworld Evil Knife, Dwelling Knife, Death!

Up to now, Lu Qingshan has only made a sword, and a breath of time has passed!

"Those are two high-level artistic conceptions?!" At this time, all the monks who were watching the battle in secret were dumbfounded.

Lu Qingshan has two intentions with one sword, and the two artistic conceptions are still high-level artistic conceptions.

What a terrible thing is this?

If you can comprehend a high-level artistic conception, the monk will be able to be overjoyed, and use this to condense the high-level Dao species, and at that time, even among the cultivators who practice the void, they can be regarded as strong opponents.

And the sword cultivator in front of him actually comprehended the two high-level artistic conceptions, and looking at their power, the realms of these two artistic conceptions are definitely not low.

The artistic conception of this realm, combined with the flying sword, has reached what kind of power?

"It must be a sword cultivator from the Sword Washing Pool!" Someone muttered.

Such a strong sword cultivator can only be from a famous faction!

The monks who watched the battle soon realized that their shock seemed to have come too soon.