Zhuang Wudao The person lying on the stone behind them opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him at this moment, and he was a little surprised in his heart, but there was more excitement in his expression, "Sure enough, it is Ye Wentian's personal disciple, it seems that I can have a good time later~"

And Zhuang Wudao's side was still in the shock of Uncle Jing's power at the moment, but hearing the man's self-talk behind him made him have to care about this mysterious person who was a little neurotic.

Uncle Jing slowly stood up in the dust, a faint blue flame rose from his palm between his wrists, and then a semicircular blue streamer swept through the air, and he continued in the direction of Tong'er,

"This is a weapon!"

As soon as the words fell, the streamer suddenly burned violently like a torrent, turning into a hovering raptor and soaring straight into the sky, shrouding the dark night in a blue light!

Everything in the middle of the vortex above his head burned in the blue flames, and the chariots, horses, and plants were all burned to ashes, leaving only the leader to curl up and turn his whole body into a black fog to protect his body.

"Night fire, this is very fun, it actually turns the alchemy warm fire into a fierce flame with a single instrument, which is creative. ”

The mysterious man looked at the strange scene that was happening in front of him, and explained to himself as if he were admiring his prey.

Tong'er was shocked by everything in front of her, every word of the man and this scene was deeply engraved into her mind, the fireworks disappeared, and the leader of the escort fell with black smoke and dust, before it was about to touch the ground, the leader stood upright and landed on the ground, and the axe in his hand still had a little bit of fire left, and the child couldn't help but worry when he looked at the tired uncle.

"I'm Chakas Jonji, a high-ranking warrior of the Wild Tribe, and you're a good opponent, give me your name!"

"It's not a battle, don't you understand" Uncle Jing barely supported his somewhat weak body, looked at the self-proclaimed warrior in front of him, bowed his head and continued,

"There was no fight when the disparity was too great"

After saying that, he walked towards the warrior named Qiongji, and said to Tong'er, "Tong'er, this is a technique."

Jonji was clearly angered by the weak man, and although his performance just now was indeed amazing, it didn't hurt himself at all.

Just because he recognized his performance just now, he planned to kill him in the way of a warrior despite his behavior of destroying the convoy, which was already the highest courtesy to the enemy, but he didn't want to get such an arrogant answer!

Unconsciously, the blood veins on his body swelled, and he roared angrily and rushed towards the man, the horns on his head rose up a cloud of black mist, and then turned into a devil-like spike, the tip of which was bent and pierced like the tail of a giant crab!

0.1 mm, at the moment when there was only 0.1 mm left at the distance between the spike and the man's heart, the man suddenly put his arms together to defend, and then a golden aura appeared between his hands, all this was just an instant, "The origin is extinguished!"

It was as if a transparent pipe emanated from the golden aura, locking the warrior firmly, and with the sound of "Origin is extinguished", the warrior accumulated and compressed like a ball of cotton, and then silently turned into a gray camelina, and a red bead fell to the ground.

This is not a fight, but a one-sided spike!

Uncle Jing stepped forward with difficulty and picked up the red beads on the ground and threw them at Tong'er's feet, looking at her with a smile, his eyes were full of kindness and love, but he didn't continue to walk to Tong'er, but stopped, turned around and shouted to Zhuang Wudao and them, "I've been following for so long, and I've finished watching the play, so it's time to come out and finish with me!"

Wang Xifeng suddenly became nervous, pulled Zhuang Wudao's clothes, and looked at him tangledly, while Zhuang Wudao looked at Wang Xifeng calmly, and then glanced back obliquely, indicating that the person who called the other party was actually the mysterious person.

Wang Xifeng understood, and hurriedly squatted down and leaned closer against the stone, at this moment he felt that it was completely a scene of a fight between immortals, for fear that he, a mere mortal, would enter the battlefield by mistake and be accidentally injured and killed in seconds.

Even Zhuang Wudao couldn't maintain his previous composure, because what was happening in front of him was too unbelievable.

"I'll just say, the former head of the disciples, Ye Wentian personally taught the disciples, and he will never run away all the time! Hehe, let's practice?" After speaking, the mysterious man stood up from the stone and jumped down, and when he passed by Zhuang Wudao and them, he didn't have any reaction, just walked straight towards Uncle Jing.

On the wasteland, a lonely moon hangs high, with a stretch of snow-capped mountains on one side and a stone forest on the other, and in between, two people stand there, without words.

A dark cloud gradually covered the moon, and at the moment when the last trace of cold light was covered, a folding fan suddenly appeared in the hand of the mysterious man, and when the paper of the folding fan was opened, it made a sound like steel colliding, but the man could not see the killing intent in his eyes, but leisurely shook the fan and reported to himself:

"In the Lower Star Pavilion, on the orders of His Holiness, come and clean the portal, and have some fun by the way"

Jing Ming was obviously a little physically exhausted at this time, and there was not much Xuan energy left in his body, and all his magic weapons were given to Tong'er, but he didn't show embarrassment, but asked easily, "Oh? I don't know which Venerable's order?"

A cyan glare flashed, and before he could see it clearly, the man had already appeared behind Jing Ming, poked his head out and attached it to his ear and said in a strange way, "This kind of thing, before you take your last breath, I will tell you~"

After saying that, the ruler reached out and made a move, and his folding fan, which was still hovering where he was standing, suddenly retracted, and turned into dozens of them, attacking Jing Ming like flying needles.

Jing Ming's palm turned into a sharp blue wind blade, and he turned around and attacked the ruler, and the ruler turned as if he had no bones, and directly folded his upper body back 90 degrees, dodging Jing Ming's wind blade.

The ruler then hooked his fingers, and the flying group of folding fans began to spin, like a winch rotating at high speed, pressing towards the place where the two of them were standing at a faster speed.

The ground raised dust several feet high, and Qidu actually stood firmly on the spinning winch, and Jing Ming was nowhere to be seen.

Jing Ming on the side of Shilin suddenly appeared, the clothes on his body were a little torn, obviously although he escaped the fatal injury, but he did not retreat from Fang Cai's attack, he gasped with difficulty, and a trace of imperceptible surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, so he asked Zhuang Wudao nearby,

"This, my master's Dao soul, how can it be on you?"

Zhuang Wudao was startled by Jing Ming, who suddenly appeared and was still talking to himself, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the ruler flicked his fingers, and the fan array turned into a ball again, all the fans were opened and each was spinning, and the direction was on their side!

Under the strong desire to survive, Zhuang Wudao didn't care about answering, pulling Wang Xifeng with one hand and Jing Ming with the other to hide aside.

There was another loud noise, and just now Zhuang realized that the several boulders where they were standing were all smashed into pieces, where is this folding fan, it is simply a stone crusher!

Another cyan glare appeared, and the ruler appeared in the rubble scattered all over the place, and with a wave of his hand, the folding fan in the air was retracted into a handful, and returned to his hand, he gently unfolded the fan that was clearly paper, and fanned it leisurely, "Yo, it's amazing, the guy who doesn't make it can have such a speed~"

Qidu slowly shook his body and walked over to Zhuang Wudao, and Tong'er on the other side tried to pull out the Tibetan Heaven Sword that opened its shield, but the sword did not change at all.

"The smell of this Dao soul, En~, it's so familiar, could it be that the old immortal I often sneak attack?"

Zhuang Wudao was furious by that person's heart, although he could be inexplicably improved in the face of desperate situations several times, but at present, it seems that the yin and yang weird person in front of him is really a little too powerful, and the master who can fight with him around him is obviously a little weak, not to mention ......

Zhuang Wudao suddenly saw Tong'er slapping in the hood, and the two made their first eye contact.

Zhuang Wudao looked at the thin face and emaciated body, but people obviously felt a strong stubbornness, it was not pretentious stubbornness, but stubbornness towards life itself, although it was just a glance, Zhuang Wudao immediately felt so.

Tong'er looked at the bookish person opposite, and suddenly stopped, her first reaction was as if she had seen this person somewhere, but after thinking about it, she didn't find the source, so she showed an anxious look again, and looked at Uncle Jing on the side of Zhuang Wudao.

Zhuang Wudao immediately understood, and said to Uncle Jing, "This master, isn't your weapon still over there, why don't you go and get it and fight this strange man, I'll help you delay time, maybe we still have a chance to survive." ”

Uncle Jing looked at Zhuang Wudao carefully, but it didn't seem like he was looking at him, as if Zhuang Wudao was a glass, and there was another person in his glass, and the sadness and respect in Uncle Jing's eyes were all telling that person.

"Okay, I actually stole the magic weapon of the Tianzi number in the Artifact Pavilion!Hehe, today is really good luck, the Venerable didn't bring back the Tibetan Heavenly Sword in his order, so it means that "Qidu changed his direction and walked towards Tong'er, and when he was closest to Zhuang Wudao, he suddenly turned around and laughed strangely for no reason, and bent over with a straight smile, and then glared at Jing Ming mysteriously, and said proudly, "Then that means, that is, the Tibetan Heavenly Sword is my private collection, hahahaha~"