Good guy, this voice is heartbreaking, it's like killing a pig, although it's a woman, but she screamed out the momentum and breaking gong sound that didn't let the eyebrows.

Yong Bowen was shocked when he heard this.

Fairies are rampant in the fog, and someone suddenly shouts for help, so needless to say, it must be the demons who are harming people!

After this sound, there was no movement, and I did not know what happened to the person who called for help.

Yong Bowen looked at the direction intently, stood still with his feet, silently recited the golden light armor-breaking spell, pinched the magic trick with his right hand and pointed at the sword, and drew a few strokes on the palm of his left palm.

This light is like a spotlight searchlight, and like a sharp sword out of its sheath, tearing the heavy white fog from the middle, revealing a bright passage four or five meters wide and twenty meters long, and the beach sea water under the fog is all exposed to the golden light.

In the light, the two men lay motionless on the beach, and many small black figures like cats jumped down from them in terror and ran in all directions.

Yong Bowen shouted angrily and threw out a stack of demon descending talismans.

Snowflakes of yellow paper shrouded the black shadows that had not yet escaped into the mist, and when the talisman fell, it would turn into its original form and be immobile.

At this moment, a thick fog suddenly gushed out of the oblique time, swallowing all the demon slaying talismans that had not yet completely dispersed. The fog immediately displayed two long pillars left and right, as if stretching out two arms, pulling left and right, quickly pulling the white mist that had been dispelled by the Golden Light Armor Piercing Technique back together.

Yong Bowen allowed him to rearrange the fog array, summoning the wind talisman in his left hand, the true fire talisman in his right hand, pulling his palms together in front of him, and the two talismans stuck in one place shot into the fog like arrows.

The red light flashed in the mist, and the wind blew violently, and the fire broke through the fog with the wind momentum, like a red flame dragon with its teeth and claws, burning the mist clean. A vague figure emerged from the mist, and the wolf slapped the flames on his body and jumped into the mist, before vanishing.

Yong Bowen used the technique of land flying, one step into the fog, before he took the second step, he felt that the cold light in front of him flickered, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and he had no time to retreat, so he had to lean back violently with his upper body, and he saw a rainbow-like light passing rapidly from above the front door, and before he could get up, he saw that the long rainbow turned sharply in the air, and stabbed towards the door again, murderous and awe-inspiring. Yong Bowen backhanded out the Jingjintang long sword from the sword box behind his backhand, brushed the ground and used a Vajra Yasha Evil Eater Sword, and Changhong flew in the middle of the pick, and he heard a loud bang, as if the bell was ringing, and sparks were flying everywhere.

That Changhong paused slightly, Yong Bowen saw it clearly, it turned out to be a translucent long sword with colorful streamers!

There was a suppressed cry from the fog, as if it was extremely surprised.

Changhong immediately flew up, stabbing left and right around Yong Bowen, extremely flexible, like a living creature.

Yong Bowen is still the first time to compete with this flying sword technique, in the past, I only heard how powerful the flying sword is to cut people, what thousands of miles to take people's heads, what is as fast as meteor lightning, and now I dare not take it lightly, cheer up all my spirit, and use the eight swords to break the demon to meet the enemy. This demon-breaking eight swords he is now very familiar, the eight swords reincarnation, the power of the cascading, then see a cluster of sword shadows emerge around itself, a sharp look, it is like the whole person has become a hedgehog with a long sword, the sword wind is like a wild roar, blowing the four dense fog back and forth, clearing a large field.

If you look at it from the air, you can see that a fog-free land is exposed in the overwhelming white mist, the sword shadow on the ground is like a mountain, and a long rainbow flies around the sword mountain, leaving a series of colorful light traces crisscrossing like weeds between the fog-free clearing. Occasionally, when Changhong hits Sword Mountain, it will emit a thunderous sound, stirring up the tent like rain and sparks. After fighting for a while, Yong Bowen suddenly put away his sword and shouted "Fixed", and Changhong immediately fixed in the air like a flying insect caught in the net, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move, but it was Yong Bowen who made the Eight Swords of Demon Breaking meet the enemy, and secretly sprinkled talismans, and laid out a circle in the open space he walked through, forming a talisman array, chanting the mantra and activating it, trapping the flying sword in it.

Yong Bowen took a step forward, raised his sword and slashed, and let out an exclamation in the fog, "Don't!" Before the voice fell, Yong Bowen had already cut down with a sword, and the translucent long sword with colorful streamers in the middle heard a crisp sound, the long sword was not broken, but it was cut to the ground, and Yong Bowen threw three talismans and pasted them on the sword. The flying sword, which had been struggling like a living creature, finally stopped moving, and its full brilliance disappeared, and its spirituality was completely gone. Yong Bowen turned to the exclamation and there was a sword everywhere it came, and where the strength passed, it swept away the white mist cleanly, but no trace of the enemy was found.

Almost at the same time, the white fog quickly dissipated, but a few breaths of work, the dense fog on the beach dissipated, revealing a starry sky, a bend of the moon on the horizon, the beach was clean and clean, where there were any goblins, the only evidence that can prove that this place was once lively and not complicated, only the dense small footprints left on the beach, but this evidence did not exist for long, only the sea rose, and a wave came and disappeared.

Yong Bowen stepped forward to pick up the flying sword and took it in his hand to examine it carefully. This sword is about two feet eight long and only half an inch wide, slender and light, faintly revealing a fierce and murderous aura. I don't know what material this sword body is, it looks like plastic, it is translucent, but when it is lightly struck, it makes a metallic sound, and when you touch it gently, you feel that it is slippery and hard. A long series of runes faintly appeared in the sword body, from the sword to the sharp point, appearing and disappearing, like a fish swimming in the water.

Because he hated this sneak attacker who made the goblin harm people, he originally wanted to cut off this sword to teach the other party a lesson, but when he dropped the sword, he suddenly remembered Ellie Yunlai. On the airport that day, Aliyun sacrificed the flying sword to save the defeat and save him a small life of Yongda Heavenly Master, and now he came to Hainan to find Aliyun, and the person who suddenly appeared to make the flying sword has nothing to do with Aliyun. This flying sword is not easy to refine, and it has a close relationship with the envoy, if the envoy is half a life, if the envoy is cut off, it will definitely be hit hard, if it really has anything to do with Aliyun, it will not be good.

So Yong Bowen temporarily changed his mind, collected nine points of strength, and only cut off the connection between the flying sword and the envoy. Yong Bowen didn't know much about this flying sword technique, he only knew that there were fewer and fewer people who made flying swords now, and this skill seemed to be in danger of being lost, at least he hadn't seen anyone in the mage association make this flying sword technique. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't see anything famous from the sword, and Yong Bowen didn't look at it, thinking that the loss of this flying sword was not a trivial matter, and the owner of this flying sword would definitely come to him to ask for it, and it would not be too late to make plans when the time came.

After making up his mind, Yong Bowen put the flying sword into the sword box - there were a few empty seats that Yu Chunbing had specially left for him to load, and it had never come in handy, and now it was just used to hold this extra sword.