The whole world is surprisingly quiet.

The crickets that had been lying on the latticework were startled again.

Theoretically, the forewings of crickets harden, jump high but not fly far, and it is impossible to stay in the air like hummingbirds. However, the cricket in the temple was hovering above the altar. Motionless, not even a flap of wings.

The teacups on the table had already overturned, and the last drop of water fell on a stall of tea on the surface of the floor tiles, and it bounced up. Each time it gets lower and smaller, and it gradually disappears without a trace.

In an instant, it seems to be stretched into a moment......

Xintian swam around.

But in the eyes of the immortal masters, it was a different scene.

The string of beads "woo" rotated, faster than the wind wheel. Turned into a chaotic phantom and shrouded the top of King Kong's head. The wisps of sharp qi are enough to grind swords, not to mention flesh and blood.

Even if he avoided Daozhu, he was emotionally mad, and after eating the illusion created by the Nian Master, his body stagnated, and he lost the opportunity. The paper-cut puppets of the soldiers have grown, and the sword in the air has pounced again, what can I do about it?

Even if he relied on King Kong's incorruptible body to resist the Buddha beads, dodge the sword stabs, bypass the paper puppets, and there was a sharp flying sword waiting for him, piercing his chest in an instant.

In front of the throne, the white robe flashed.

Without dodging or resisting, one arm suddenly stretched out. The phantom of the wind wheel caused by the rotation of the Dao bead grabbed it straight and dragged it down.

The beads swirled, like a python wrapping around the forearm, and a string of extremely dense "gurgling" sounds. It's as if thousands of mice are grinding their teeth at the same time, which is terrifying.

Xintianyou bent his arms and drank hard:

"Broken!"

The Dao beads shattered one after another, and shot out, faster than the arrows.

Sou......

On the beams and pillars in the hall, a circle of honeycombs appeared in an instant.

The boy's left sleeve was in tatters, but his arm was not scarred. Rows of small holes were exposed on the chest, and there was no trace of blood.

With an expressionless face, he glanced at the swaying paper figure that had grown into a seven or eight-year-old boy under the steps, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately looking up into the air, the probe pulled out the dragon's teeth.

The wind and thunder are faint, and the murderous spirit is vertical and horizontal. The long sword has flown in front of the altar, swallowing inches of white light.

The crickets hovering in the air woke up from their dreams and flapped their wings to escape. It only touched the edge of the white mang, and immediately turned into powder.

Xintianyou waved his right hand, and white light shot out from the end of the sword. It was only the thickness of a woman's hairpin, and it was not more than three feet long.

Sudden mutations.

It seems that the clouds are moving in all directions, and the pine is singing.

A fierce breath suddenly came, like an oven, like purgatory......

Airplanes......

The air is turbulent.

It was white and dazzling, as if a huge snow-white folding fan had been opened out of thin air.

In mid-air, a good sword turned into two front and back, clanged to the ground, and jumped a few times.

Under the jar, a swaggering paper figure caught fire and burned, and green smoke rose from it.

Thump......

The immortal master Beijiang in the middle realm of Huadan is like a mess of mud, and he can be looked down upon. The nosebleed rushed up more than a foot high, and the bloody breath filled the entire hall.

From Sun Liao's muffled snort, all the monks followed one another, and only two breaths passed.

They didn't even see the situation clearly, Xintianyou broke the illusion, broke the Dao beads, burned paper puppets, and killed Beijiang, but there was nothing to stop!

The fallen Nian Shi got up again, his eyes bulging.

Only Sun Liao's face remained unchanged, and his sword pointed forward, and he shouted, "Huh!

A golden light flew out of the box.

After he sacrificed his sword, he didn't mean to end up.

For a flying sword to be the most powerful, it needs to be at its peak; The second didn't expect that a holy fetus real person and two immortal masters joined forces, but they didn't survive two breaths.

The timing is pretty good.

Taking advantage of the fact that after the fierce battle of Xintianyou, he did not have time to breathe, and he neglected to take precautions, which can be punished.

No matter how fast a person is, he can't get rid of the bulky flesh shell, is it faster than a flying sword? As long as the gas machine is locked, it will be chased and killed without a ladder in the sky and no door to the ground.

The golden light flashed, and the roar was born.

White shadow flashes sideways.

The golden light stabbed through the air with a blow and rushed towards the altar. When he was about to touch the wall, he made a sharp turn, but he didn't slow down a little.

The white shadow flew upside down from the altar and retreated.

The golden light chased closer and closer, and it was almost close to his chest. The white shadow exerted his strength again, and he was able to pull a foot away.

Click......

The tiles along the line of the wall were shattered, and it seemed to have been smashed down by an invisible giant pestle.

The wind in the hall rose suddenly, and the howl pierced people's eardrums painfully.

The white shadow was like a ghost, and it actually circled the temple three times in one breath.

Jin Guang did not lag behind, and he bit hard.

Sun Liao's body trembled, the mist on the top of his head was steaming, his lips were rapidly moving silently, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead and cheeks.

Xintianyou laughed, and laughed wildly as he retreated:

"Hahaha, I want to see if your flying sword is fast, or grandpa's legs are fast!"

The voice is eerie and erratic.

When he rushed towards the immortal master, he was extremely sharp, and when he was far away, he was extremely low. Coupled with the reverberation of the four walls, the echoes are bursting, and they are mixed together, as if thousands of monks are chanting the scriptures in a mess, which makes people's scalps explode.

The stronger the wind, the stronger the howling.

I saw that the distance between the white shadow and the golden light was further stretched by three feet, and then one zhang, and then three zhang......

Five laps later, the young man who was forced by the flying sword to his chest, and fled backwards caught up with Jin Guang and grabbed it with one palm. After going around again, he stopped in front of the two of them.

The small yellow sword was like a crucian carp out of water, desperately dying.

Boom Boom ......

The iron palm clenched mercilessly, and the gold dust continued to leak out.

Sun Liao coughed violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and his expression was wilted. The flying sword that had been kept warm day and night was destroyed, and the swordsman lost half of his life.

It's not like the talisman sword that Wu Yang once cast, it's just a magic talisman, and if it's destroyed, it's ruined.

The two monks knelt down tremblingly and threw themselves to the ground.

Without a word, awaiting the verdict.

Xintianyou rubbed his palms and slapped off the gold dust, happy.

"Damn, who said that cultivators are pure? It's generous, rich, and makes flying swords out of gold. ”

Sun Liao was still lying on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, and couldn't help but argue.

"Lord Xintian, it's not that you're arrogant, you're too poor and sour, and you don't have any money...... The flying sword of the disciples of the famous sect, which one does not use the refined steel, with a unique method, mixed with rare mythril and secret copper? Some even use the essence of extraterrestrial meteors. One thought pulls, faster than lightning, indestructible......"

Seeing that the young man listened with relish, Nian Shi hurriedly added.

"My lord, gold is easy to get close to mana. However, the texture is too soft and is not a good material for the processor, and it is often only used as an auxiliary supplement. Hundred refined steel is not ordinary steel, one gram of Mithril is worth ten grams of gold. The spirit of the meteorite can be encountered but not sought, and I have never even seen it......

"The method of refining is also extremely important, turning decay into magic. If you can't get enough spirit stones or heavenly treasures, you can't ask the appraiser to tailor them. Even the natal magic weapon can only be made by itself with inferior materials......"

Xintianyou sneered:

"Do you want to tell me that hunger and cold make a thief? Too poor and desperate to blackmail Huaguo? ”

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