The three-inch small sword turned into a white rainbow and went against the clouds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, the young man stood tall and long, with sword intent around him, his eyes as black as ink opened and closed, and his essence was shining.

The sword intent that enveloped him condensed above his head.

After half a pillar of incense, Fu Tuwei's sword intent condensed into a sword, and the young man's eyes were unruly.

Nine voices asked the sword.

Nine Voices asked.

Now, we need to preach!

"Shattered!"

Fu Tu Wei snorted lightly, the sword intent long sword above his head shattered one after another, and the three-inch small sword above the Nine Heavens also let out a clanging sound.

"Poof!" Fu Tuwei vomited blood.

Dozens of miles away, Qi Sheng watched this scene in amazement, and turned his head to look at his brother.

"Since the road is already wrong, then come again!" Jiang Yaohuang Yun was light, just looking at Fu Tuwei's eyes, a touch of admiration flashed, but not everyone can be so decisive.

At this time, the cultivation of the peak of Futu Weinian Mountain was slipping, and it actually fell into the realm of swallowing mountains.

He ruined the intention of cultivation, so naturally he couldn't come to this realm.

Underneath, the evil unicorn roared, and there was a rebellious killing machine in his eyes, it could sense the weakness of the person on its body, and if it devoured the lord at this time, it would be eighty percent sure of the success and devour the floating slaughter.

However, the killing machine was fleeting.

The evil unicorn didn't make a move after all.

In the ancestral court, the seven-foot earth soul body that stood tall withdrew its outstretched hand and looked at the sky in silence.

"Click!"

In the midst of the thunderstorm, the small sword shattered, and the light dimmed.

At the same time, the corners of Fu Tuwei's mouth were bleeding, and the battle name became a sword, since the sword cultivation was wrong, the battle name was wrong.

"What should my Dao soldier be?"

Fu Tu Wei asked himself in his heart, he slapped his abdomen suddenly, and immediately a long sword full of countless cracks appeared, Fu Tu Wei took out the Heaven Replenishing Liquid, waved his sleeve and shattered the green jade gourd, a pool of liquid, all poured into the long sword.

Airplanes!

The long sword hummed, turned into a rainbow of light, and flew into the thunder tribulation.

Boom!

With a bang, the three-inch small sword submerged into the Taoist soldiers, crisscrossing in the thunderstorm, and slashing against the sky.

On the back of the unicorn, the young man closed his eyes, he didn't care about the battle of the heavenly dome, he was thinking, what did he cultivate in this life?

What is it for?

What is the path of cultivation?

Phew!

A ray of unpretentious light appeared, rising and falling above the center of Fu Tu Wei's eyebrows.

This is a trace of time when you have stepped into Xiaocheng.

Suddenly, Fu Tu Wei sat cross-legged, he stretched out his hand, and a stone flew into his hand.

He pointed like a sword, and he had a sharp edge.

"He's carving. ”

In the distance, Jiang Yaohuang said in a deep voice, he couldn't see through the young man at this moment.

"Smack!"

The stone carving that was about to take shape was destroyed and fell to the ground in powder.

Futu Wei frowned, then grabbed a mountain stone, and pointed out the sharp edge, carving.

"Smack!"

Just one moment, the stone shattered.

"Smack!"

Two traces were destroyed.

"Smack!"

Together......

"Smack!"

Nine ......

"Smack!"

"Smack......

In a short period of time, hundreds of stones were broken, but the boy seemed to be crazy and kept grabbing the stones to carve.

Dozens of miles away, Jiang Yaohuang and Qi Sheng looked at this scene, and their eyes became more and more puzzled.

"Brother, what the hell is he doing?" Qi Sheng said angrily, above the nine heavens, the Dao soldier let out a mournful roar, and if he went down, he would be destroyed by the thunderstorm.

Jiang Yaohuang didn't answer, he stared at Fu Tuwei's fingers, staring at the stone sculpture that was constantly shattering and forming.

"Second brother, look at his fingers carefully. ”

"Fingers?"

Qi Sheng looked at it, but he didn't notice any difference, even his sitting posture was the same as half an hour ago.

"The edge on your fingers!" Jiang Yaohuang reminded.

Qi Sheng's eyes were shining, and he carefully stared at the sharp edge of the young man's fingertips, and suddenly, his expression changed.

It's changed!

The edge has changed.

The initial teenager's fingers are like swords, and what is condensed is the edge of the sword, but at this moment, the edge of his fingertips is no longer straight, but has a certain arc, although it is not obvious, but it does exist.

"This ......" Qi Sheng looked at his brother in shock.

Jiang Yaohuang nodded, and said contemplatively: "The road is already poor, if you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will be successful!"

Then he looked at the stone carving that was taking shape, and he knew that it was two young children, and the girl was riding on the boy's back, and her two braids were flying, and she was happy.

Presumably that girl is very important to the teenager.

Jiang Yaohuang looked at the young man who had fallen into madness and sighed, his gaze attracted by the unpretentious light.

This place is too far away, it is difficult for him to see the root of this thing, but when the Futu Wei stone carving, the light is thickening, if it is only the size of a hair that just appeared, the light at this moment is as big as a thumb.

And the light is changing, sometimes like a sword, sometimes into a knife, sometimes into a stick, sometimes into a gun......

Jiang Yaohuang knew that when that stone was carved, it would be the time when the Futu War Pattern was reunited.

Click!

Above the Nine Heavens, the broken Dao soldiers were even more broken, and the Heaven Replenishing Liquid was repairing all the time, supporting this soldier to go against the sky.

However, if there is no more young man in charge, when the replenishing liquid is exhausted, the Dao soldiers will be destroyed, and the small sword condensed in the name of battle will be destroyed.

At that time, even if Fu Tuwei does not die, he will be defeated in the spirit realm, and there is no hope in this life.

The girl with a blurred face, at the fingertips of the young man, gradually became clear, and Jiang Yaohuang knew that the stone puppet would become.

However, it will be done, and it will be an hour.

Call!

The wind is up.

Jiang Yaohuang looked at it, his face changed, this was a middle-aged man, he was holding a Dao soldier, standing on the top of a mountain with his hands in his hands, and he was looking at the young man who had fallen into madness.

The evil unicorn roared, and it sensed a deadly threat in the middle-aged man who had broken through.

It is not an adversary, no one here is, not even its owner.

"Wow!"

A clear and high-pitched cry came from the sky, and joy appeared in the evil unicorn's unscrupulous eyes, and it let out a magnificent roar.

"Roar!"

On the top of the mountain, the middle-aged man had a solemn face, looking at the demon birds flying from the sky, the qi was rising and falling, and the mountain power in his body was running, this was the great enemy.

The demonic fire shrouded the body of the fierce bird, and the qi was extremely powerful, this was the overlord of the 100,000-mile mountain range outside Enron City, and now it came.

The fierce beast overlord bowed slightly to the evil unicorn, and then chose the highest peak to land, and its coercion faintly locked on the middle-aged man.

Airplanes!

After half a pillar of incense, the void twisted, and a young man with a long knife walked out of the void, a blood-red baby snake sizzling on his shoulder.

Looking at the stagnant space here, the young man's expression changed slightly, and he nodded to the middle-aged man, and then looked at the young man sitting on the back of the unicorn with his eyes like a torch.

"Is it really him?"

The young man frowned, he didn't make any moves, that demon bird was too strong, and it was probably the elder of the evil unicorn, if that was the case, it would not be good to kill people today.

Another stick of incense passed.

The young man didn't know how many stones he had chopped, and he couldn't count them, but at this moment, the puppets in his hands were about to be completed, and only a few were chopped.

The light above the eyebrows was as thick as a baby's arm, but it was shrouded in sharp edges, making it impossible to see the real and the void.

There was already a ball of light, and something seemed to be brewing in it.

Phew!

The edge is crossed, the last piece of stone skin is peeled off, and the stone puppet is finally completed!

"Buzz!"

The light between his eyebrows trembled, and the mad boy regained his senses, and he stood up.

Holding the stone puppet, Ling walked into the void and walked into the clouds.