Hui Zhi said to an old monk beside him, "Old immortal master, you and the five ancestors will sweep the formation, and these shrimp soldiers and crabs will be dealt with by the disciples and Sineng." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Well, wolves devour tigers, don't make a big deal."

"Yes." Huizhi said to Sineng, "Little monk, don't leave your hand today." ”

Sineng sighed, "The disciple has only killed less than ten people in his life, and they are all evil and mortal, I never thought that I would open this killing ring today, it's too helpless." ”

Hui Zhi smiled indifferently, "My Hongguang Temple has gone through more than 2,000 years, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and has made many contributions to the common people in the world. It doesn't matter if he's a demon or a clown, kill his mother first! ”

Sineng nodded yes, and the rosary in his hand spun quickly.

Huizhi turned to Lu Xiaonan again, "I said, apprentice, what is your name?" This kid seems to have talked about ......"

"Lu Xiaonan." Lu Xiaonan glared at Huizhi, is there still such a master in the world, he can't even remember his name, but thinking about it, he only met them for the first time, and he can only blame Sineng, an unreliable master, who let him not make it clear to himself, the apprentice also wants to worship the ancestors of the past dynasties, where did he go to worship?

"Lu Xiaonan, well, this is a common name, what is your legal name?"

"Peer." Si Neng hurriedly said, "Alas, Master, you are really old and confused, you can't even remember the Dharma name of the only descendant disciple grandson, and you haven't prepared for the greeting gift, and you old immortals must not be prepared either, right?" ”

The six old monks didn't seem to hear Sineng's words, and they lowered their eyebrows and were silent. Only Huizhi coughed, "I said peers, be generous, don't care about petty profits, today you will go with me to deal with these ghosts, practice your hands, remember, pick up some soft-skinned eggs to beat, the master will protect you, well, just take this as a meeting gift for the master." ”

Lu Xiaonan opened his mouth and stammered, is it true that the ancestors of Hongguang Temple are all stingy and stingy people? But he didn't have time to think about it before he was pushed by Sineng and rushed towards the enemy group together.

"I'm not ready yet." Lu Xiaonan screamed, but a yellow-robed old man with a peachwood sword on the opposite side had already rushed over to face him.

"Prepare a fart." Sineng blasted an opponent in civilian clothes into the air with one punch, "Fighting is a fight of life and death, you must be vigilant at all times, don't trust anyone, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried!" ”

The yellow-robed old Dao that Lu Xiaonan faced was a master of the Maoshan faction, and he was engaged in chasing corpses, and his cultivation was not high, but the iron corpse he refined was extraordinarily powerful. Refining corpses is the ancestral art of Maoshan for generations, choosing the corpse with extraordinary strength to refine, first let it turn into a zombie, and then boil its body, let it become copper tendons and iron bones, and then use secret techniques to make it produce a certain spirituality, the caster controls it with a talisman and blood spell, and finally becomes the helper of the spellcaster. Refining corpses can be divided into iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, gold corpses, and of course, the legendary flying corpses, but almost no one has been able to refine them for thousands of years, because once the corpse turns into a flying corpse, the level of life will go up to a level, and it has the strength to turn into a corpse, no longer a muddy nightmare that only recognizes the refiner as the master, but has an independent consciousness, and if the caster is slightly weaker, it is easy to be controlled by it. Every time the corpse refining is upgraded, the strength will increase significantly, it can be said that the strength of the cultivators of the corpse refining faction is not high, and all the strength is above the corpse refining.

Lu Xiaonan stared at the iron corpse wearing Qing palace clothes, a little at a loss of where to start, every time he slashed on the iron corpse, there was a sound of gold and iron resonance, and a little rust was sprinkled on the skin of the black iron corpse, the rust seemed to be corrosive poison, and it fell on the ground to corrode the bluestone slab into small pits.

Although the iron corpse moves slowly, it is like an impenetrable fortress, and the yellow-robed old Taoist dances the peachwood sword behind him to direct the iron corpse to attack, and he looks very complacent.

Lu Xiaonan tried to bypass the iron corpse and attack the caster directly many times without success, the pace of the iron corpse seemed to follow this certain formation, extremely weird, every time he was about to break through, he would always block in front of him to attack the flaws he exposed, the most dangerous time, the iron corpse's shriveled face almost touched his face, and the black nails sharp as knives cut through the denim clothes on his body, if it wasn't for the wind armor inside, it would almost give him a hole in the ribs.

At this time, several pairs of eyes stared at him, who made him the weakest of the three, who made the other party have more than three hundred people, no matter how powerful Huizhi and Sineng are, it is impossible to encircle so many people into their battle group, although they are masters, it is impossible to defeat one against a hundred, there will always be fish that slip through the net, and there will always be people who take the time to pick up the cheap. They couldn't beat those two masters, and they didn't want to participate in the siege, or be tyrannical, so they stared at Lu Xiaonan, a fledgling, although each generation of Hongguang Temple walked in the world very powerful, but how powerful can this young man who has not yet graduated from the school be? Seeing that he has no way to take an iron corpse, everyone can run away from him together, if he is captured alive and dedicated to the Kunlun faction, seeing that Qi Xiaolian was willing to take out the Soul Restoration Pill for the sake of this kid before, and he will not reward them with a few magic weapons or cultivation cheats or something, then the Kunlun master will be able to get ahead with a little mention of himself......

Lu Xiaonan saw that Sineng and Huizhi were in the melee, although they dealt with it with all their might, the magic weapon was flying, the sword light was horizontal, and the shouts, shouts, and screams were loud, and from time to time someone was kicked out of the battle group, or lost the strength to fight again, or became a corpse, after all, they still couldn't completely ruthlessly kill the killer, after all, these people were not all extremely evil, after all, these people also had reservations about their shots, so their battles were extremely difficult and dangerous.

Lu Xiaonan thought that they could help him, but according to the current situation, it seemed that he could not count on it, and the situation he faced was not much more than them.

A flying sword silently stabbed at the back of his heart, after Lu Xiaonan dodged the claws of the iron corpse, he turned around, and the ghost sword in his hand Huo Ran struck out, the flying sword was knocked away and flew to the side, and the other flying sword was already roaring and slashing towards his ribs, cutting off a piece of the white denim clothes he washed, although his body was protected by a wind armor, the sword did not hurt his muscles and bones, but the flying sword was still hot and painful after the flying sword.

Lu Xiaonan stood surrounded by several people, staring at these people, his eyes were extremely cold, he finally understood what Sineng was talking about shamelessness, that is, these cultivators who were at least twenty or thirty years older than him were going all out against a young man who had not yet debuted, in the eyes of these people, he saw greed, ruthlessness, and cunning......

It turns out that this is the cultivation world, and there is no difference between it and the ordinary mortal world, if there is one, it is that their strength is stronger, and they will have to pay the price of life and death at every turn.

"Why do you want to fight with me?" The yellow-robed old man was very dissatisfied, and he was about to force the young man in front of him into a desperate situation, but there were so many autumn winds coming, they smelled the smell of interests, and they couldn't drive them away.

"This kid is the person named and asked for by the seniors of the Kunlun faction, whoever of us captures him is a great achievement, haha, let's go together."

For a while, Lu Xiaonan was in a hurry, although these people made their moves on the premise of not hurting his life, but the small injuries on his body kept appearing.

He was angry, really angry, the dark blue liquid true yuan in his body surged, and the thirty-centimeter-long Netherworld Sword in his hand Huo Ran glowed with a blue sword light nearly five meters long, he no longer used those dexterous moves, but the tricks that he stole from Zhang Qian, although the moves were plausible compared to them, but the opening and closing were quite powerful.

With a long roar, the sword light flickered, and one of the opponent's flying swords was split in half, and with another swing, the two nails of the iron corpse were cut off, forcing these besiegers away at once, and no one dared to step into it for a while within five meters of him.

Lu Xiaonan's sword pointed at the sky, his hair stood on end, and the sound of wind and thunder came faintly.