Just as he was figuring out how to get rid of this group of annoying creatures, another group of people came out of the woods.

A strange voice shouted, "Ouch, why are there so many people here? Is there a beautiful woman who has attracted a large group of burned buns? After saying this, the faces of everyone present changed greatly, but the corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth hooked, this person is here, and things are much easier.

Wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with countless apricot blossoms, holding a large folding fan with gold, and incense on his body, Ma Ziqiang, who was ten meters away, walked over. Ma Ziqiang swayed like a big butterfly, and followed the happy boy with a helpless face.

The big folding fan shook open, and Ma Ziqiang pointed to the young handsome people in the fairy world such as Bliss and Doom and laughed: "Ouch, so many young handsome! Everyone said good friends, Brother Ma, I am in a happy mood today, Brother Ma, I am a boss today, let's go to find a group of girls to strip naked and have a happy life, isn't it happier than eating wind and drinking dew in this wilderness? ”

The Boy of Bliss was angry, he pointed at Ma Ziqiang and scolded angrily: "Happy Child, who is this fool? Without waiting for the happy boy to speak, Ma Ziqiang had already jumped to his feet and scolded: "Foolish? Are you swearing? Brother Ma wants to duel with you! Come on, if you are a hero, draw your sword! A dagger suddenly appeared in Ma Ziqiang's hand, and Ma Ziqiang slashed at the neck of the Prince of Bliss!

Many of those present wished that the Son of Bliss would die! The Boy of Bliss is their rival in love, and he is too arrogant and ostentatious, the Happy Boy has offended too many people, and even the Happy Boy has too many beauties around him, he is the only concubine of the Sword Heavenly King, and he can easily get powerful power and realm without penance, which is all the reason why he should die. Not to mention the people of the Bad Luck Prince, even the young Taoist in the Taoist robe saw Ma Ziqiang's dagger slashing to the top of the head of the Blissful Prince, and his eyes were full of happiness.

The body of the Prince of Bliss stiffened, and the power of the rules of the wind attached to Ma Ziqiang's dagger caused the power of the wind between heaven and earth. The dagger was certainly lightning fast, but the wind around the Boy of Bliss was imprisoned, making him unable to move, which was why he couldn't react at all. Although the Prince of Bliss is the strength of Da Luo Jin Xian, he has all used drugs to pile up, and he has not even fought against a master of the same level, so he is at a loss for a while, when his body is bound by the power of the rules, where can he break free?

The wind was cold, and there was already a very fine blood mark on the door of the Son of Bliss. Several followers behind the Boy of Bliss howled angrily and rushed out of the first aid, but whether it was bad luck, Happy Child, or even the entourage behind the bald Daoist, intentionally or unintentionally, they stopped several of the Child's personal guards. One after another immortal power collided in the Mi Xu radius, although the actions of these immortals were very cautious and meticulous, but the immortal power collision was not trivial? The light touch of their fists and feet was like a collision between Mars and the mortal world, and a huge burst of power erupted. I could only hear faint thunder erupting continuously, and the mountains in a radius shook at the same time, and the sky lit up with patches of dim light.

The light touch of their fists and feet was like a collision between Mars and the mortal world, and a huge burst of power erupted. I could only hear faint thunder erupting continuously, and the mountains in a radius shook at the same time, and the sky lit up with patches of dim light.

The dagger had already pierced the bun of the Boy of Bliss, and it was about to sink into his head, and the corner of the Child's eyes was picked, and there was a hesitation in his heart. He was quick to teach the Son of Bliss, but he really killed the Son of Bliss? The Son of Bliss should die, this is not a question, but it is best to die in the hands of others, if his own subordinates kill the Son of Bliss, this is a big trouble. Even if his father is the King of Joy and is not afraid of the Sword King, if it is really his own people who kill the Prince of Bliss, and he is worried about revenge on himself by the King of Joy all day long, there is no way to live this day! Thinking about this problem, the Son of Bliss immediately shouted: "Hurt but not kill!" ”

Ma Ziqiang raised his eyebrows, his wrist lightly deflected the dagger and swept the cheeks of the Child, the thin layer of fluff on the face of the Childe of Paradise was shaved clean by the sharp dagger, and the eyes of the people present were excellent, and they all clearly saw the charm of thousands of hairs dancing lightly in the knife wind. The blade slashed at the shoulder of the Boy of Bliss very quickly, and the momentum was to unload the shoulder of the Childe of Bliss with a single sword! The mutilated limbs of the immortals are not a big deal, and they can be repaired in a little time, but what is the identity of the Son of Bliss? If one of his arms had been cut off, the face of the Boy of Bliss would have been gone.

A hideous smile appeared on Happy Child's face, and he stared at Childe Bliss viciously, and his heart was full of disdain. The Blissful Child's mouth opened wide, and his eyes slid rapidly with Ma Ziqiang's blade, and his heart fell to the deepest depths. He had never suffered anything in his life, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have his arm cut off in his life, and he never dreamed of what it would be like.

Seeing that the Boy of Bliss was about to be seriously injured by Ma Ziqiang, a slender wooden staff that was no more than the thickness of his thumb and crystal clear and showed a blue-green color in the oblique thorn lightly clicked over. A series of immortal texts like the thickness of a hair were wrapped around the wooden staff, surging rapidly, and when the wooden staff was pointed on the dagger, a gust of wind and thunder sounded out of thin air, and the prohibition that trapped the prince of Bliss was shattered by a blow from the wooden staff, and dozens of immortal texts were wrapped around the dagger, and a huge wooden force counterattacked Ma Ziqiang's body along the dagger, and the power of the shaking wood was transformed into cyan thunder, which swept up like a spiritual snake and pounced on Ma Ziqiang's body. This power is more than a hundred times stronger than the immortal power condensed on the dagger by Ma Ziqiang, Ma Ziqiang's right arm was shocked to a burst of soreness and pain, his five fingers and a loose dagger has been obliquely rubbed against the body of the child of Bliss, and the knife qi is fierce, and the knife qi is sharp on the ground, and he has been shocked back dozens of steps, and it is very wolf bèi who plunged into a cluster of fairy green bamboo forests, and several pheasants and wolves flew over the top of Ma Ziqiang's head with wings, and a piece of chicken feathers sprinkled Ma Ziqiang's body.

"Which turtle bastard is plotting to miss me?" Ma Ziqiang jumped out of the bamboo bushes in a very dejected manner, and he looked angrily at the old man holding the wooden staff.

This old man's appearance is extremely old, and the skin of his whole body is wrinkled, but his skin is amazingly white, almost like a blank piece of paper. Every wrinkle of his hair was shining with a faint white light, and his pale hair and beard were thrillingly white, as if they were constantly radiating the purest white light. The old man was wearing an old coat that looked tattered, and he wore an old embroidered leaf hat, and the two things were the kind of things that were too broken to be thrown into the garbage heap just by looking at the appearance, but if you carefully read the immortal thoughts, you can see that this coat is good, or the hat, and every silk thread and every embroidered leaf on it is entangled by countless layers of fairy hair. Layer upon layer, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, the runes are like clouds in the sky, endlessly unpredictable.

These are two pieces that I don't know how many years of hard work, how much power consumption, and how many heavenly and earthly treasures have been piled up to form a heavy treasure. Although the old man seems to be light and easy to drape on his body. But in fact, the weight of these two things is really heavy, and I am afraid that they have to be calculated in trillions of catties.

It's just that the coat and hat are defensive weapons. However, this old man is holding a wooden staff on the ground, but it is very immortal, not gold or jade, and it is two meters long and two wooden sticks, but the thickness of his fingers. Although it is made of wood, it is translucent. The blue purple gold ground scepter was tumbling one after another with extremely fine wind and thunder. The wind and thunder faintly constituted an extremely complex three-dimensional immortal array vein. That immortal array was huge and complicated to the extreme. If you look closely. The immortal arrays were pieced together and fused with each other. I watched it again and again. There is an illusion that the soul is about to be sucked into this immortal array. Outside the wooden staff, there are countless earth immortals. Every immortal;; They are all elegant, like wisps of fish swimming in the water. It gives a light, natural feeling.