On the waist of the headless corpse of the red-clothed swordsman, there was an imperceptible faint golden light, which flashed away.

And the head that rolled down to the ground elsewhere, at the center of the eyebrows, revealed a drop of blood that slowly condensed.

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look at Lu Tai on the tall branches, the latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and gently rotated, there was a "trace" of golden gadgets, lingering in Lu Tai's fingers, slowly circulating. If it weren't for Chen Ping'an's excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have found it at all.

The golden robe on Chen Ping'an's body, the "golden liquor", and the place on his shoulder that was cut by the sword of the sword master, had already been repaired and sewn by himself, and there was no flaw.

The relics of an immortal in the upper five realms can be worn by the Yuan Ying Lao Jiao all the year round, of course, it will not be an ordinary robe, and the law robe "Mo Bamboo Forest" enshrined by the Yuan Ying of the Yugui Sect on Osmanthus Island is still much inferior to this Jin Li.

It was like a beauty that made people catch a glimpse, and soon turned behind the screen, covering the posture of the city, so Chen Ping'an changed back to the style of a white robe.

Two dry well charms exploded in the air.

The first and fifteenth flying swords were freed from the predicament, and there was no longer restraint.

Chen Ping'an could clearly feel the anger of the first year, which was normal, because even fifteen was so docile and had the same heart, and the emotions that came from him were full of anger.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say silently in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy has a backhand. ”

On the first day of the first day of the flying sword, it came and went wantonly in the air, bringing up a white rainbow sword light, which was shocking.

The dark green color of the flying sword fifteen was obviously a little resentful, and it slowly swirled around Chen Ping'an, very puzzled.

They are, of course, the world's first-class natal flying swords.

However, it is not Chen Ping'an's natal thing.

The two sides are not the kind of relationship between monarchs and ministers, masters and servants, but like Chen Ping'an with two young children with a fledgling mind, one is short-tempered and the other is docile.

But Chen Ping'an thinks this is not bad.

The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is solemn and treacherous.

The red-clothed swordsman who is the Dinghai Divine Needle is dead, and he is so dead that he is not dragged into mud and water, if it is not for the body shape of the rainbow, it is menacing, and then the demeanor of the piercing sword is peerless, everyone probably thinks that this guy is a charlatan who deceives the world and steals his name.

Please God descended to the real burly man, his silver eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

This person was the most powerful before, and he was in the limelight for a while, but now his face was pale, his lips trembled, and he wanted to speak and stopped talking.

He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance, and only dared to stand in place and did not dare to move, where did he have the courage to pick them up, for fear that he would be cold by the flying sword in the next moment.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were dark and uncertain, and he was already reluctant.

His hands naturally drooped, and there was no vision of the sleeves that were clear and full before.

Only the willow-leaf sword with a hollow hosta as its scabbard hovered above his shoulder, like a loyal watchdog, sheltering its master.

A hunt that was thought to be tantamount to an outing in autumn ended up in a bleak situation with heavy casualties.

And the two young people from the countryside, one of them was unscathed, and the other on the tree was unscathed.

At this moment, these mountain and wild cultivators, who were all calling for wind and rain in their respective places, had the fear of the Xianjia Cave Mansion on the mountain, spontaneously, and once again enveloped their hearts.

The old formation master's heart was like ashes, and the formation was only a little close to completion, but it was all destroyed by this kendo master who had suffered a thousand swords.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice, and the two proud apprentices also died on the spot, and the two unlucky children are not amazing in their qualifications, but they are well-behaved and obedient, so that they can be aroused easily.

The old formation master took out the orbs in his sleeve again, and formed a formation in turn, and the small array formed a large protective array.

Embattled.

Qi practitioners who practice the Five Elements Wood Method are always silent.

He is a kind of monk who can attack and defend, in addition to being able to move mountains and pull trees, but also raise flower demons, insect pets, grass and tree spirits, like auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield, and they are often good at healing and poisoning techniques, they often can't lay the battle in one fell swoop, but they are a popular kind of qi practitioners.

If you can choose three people to go together, then the most lethal and indestructible sword cultivator, the unkillable military cultivator, plus a peasant pharmacist, a disciple of the Taoist Waidan faction, or a wood method qi practitioner, can be described as the best lineup of qi practitioners to travel the world and practice everywhere, there is almost no one.

No one wants to speak.

Each has a ghost.

Chen Ping'an held the longsword, the relic of the red-clothed swordsman, and looked down.

The blade of the sword is just like a pool of autumn water, and the water ripples under the sunlight reflected through the branches and leaves.

A good sword for sure.

I just don't know how much it's worth.

The evil monk was the only bold man who made a move, sneaky, holding up a silver-white porcelain vase with one hand around his back, one foot high, with a narrow mouth and a big belly, and the porcelain surface was constantly wandering with hideous faces, like a cruel cage that imprisoned the soul.

This person silently recites the mantra, with the help of the spiritual weapon in his hand, secretly collect the soul of the red-clothed swordsman after death, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, once he succeeds, his strength can skyrocket, a martial arts master at the peak of the Six Realms, the soul is strong, as long as he successfully refines into a Yin soldier Yin general, he is properly raised, and then he goes to the mass grave and the ancient battlefield to stay, and constantly let him absorb the yin qi, maybe he can return to the Six Realms, and is even expected to become a heroic Yin of the Seven Realms.

When the time comes, where do you still need to look at other people's faces?

I'm afraid that the monarchs of those small countries will have to look at their own faces.

Lu Tai suddenly saw through the small movements of the evil monk, and said angrily: "Dare to steal things under my nose?!"

The incomparably huge Natal Flying Sword called "Needle Point" fell straight above the head of the evil monk.

The evil monk hurriedly fled, and at the same time put away the silver porcelain bottle of the family heirloom, and had to dispel the idea of collecting the soul in order to collect the yin objects in the black clay pot to resist the pursuit of the terrible flying sword, no matter how the evil monk tossed and turned, the tip of the flying sword was always with him.

This encirclement and suppression, if you count Ma Wanfa, the mastermind behind the scenes, if the formation of the old formation master is successfully completed, and if the red-clothed swordsman does not die violently, everyone is united, then it is more than enough to deal with one Jindan realm monk, if everyone is not afraid of death, I am afraid that even if the two Jindan monks are not able to bargain for them.

It's just that there aren't so many ifs in the world.

Taking a step back, a group of people gathered for profit, the situation has the upper hand, that is, everyone is as fierce as a tiger, but as long as they fall behind, it is that the people's hearts are scattered and they are reduced to a rabble.

The strong man, who was already at the end of the crossbow, suddenly had a face full of surprise, and said loudly: "My master said that he will come soon and deal with the two of them in person!" Everyone, in addition to this Dou Zizhi's saber 'infatuation', there is also the square inch that was originally promised to Dou Zizhi, plus Dou Zizhi's family property, all of them are taken out and given to everyone!"

The burly man almost roared with all his might, and said impassionedly: "Wealth and danger are sought, whether to go back and be a rat to burrow in the ground, or to be qualified to be on an equal footing with the people on the mountain, in one move!"

The middle-aged swordsman's face was cold and murderous, and he said in a deep voice, "I agree." Damn these two boys!"

I saw that his wrist was twisted, his sleeves were green, and he was ready to go.

The old formation master smiled and said, "The Mountain Shifting Formation is about to be completed, and it can be fought in one battle." Just help me delay for a moment, at most half a stick of incense!"

The evil monk who was chased and killed by the flying sword shouted: "Add me one!" I said in advance, in addition to re-dividing the dividends, Lao Tzu also wants the soul of Dou Lao'er, and no one should rob me!"

The Mufa Qi Practitioner nodded, still unsmiling.

The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand, pulled the two iron whips on the ground back into his hands, and took the lead in striding towards Chen Ping'an.

The head of his house, who had indeed whispered to him before, was going to come in person, and he was bound to kill these two fat sheep here.

Then, almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his big sleeves and turned around and swept away, as fast as a fright.

The old formation master used the earth shrinking talisman, and there was more than one talisman, every time the figure appeared more than ten zhang away, in a few blinks, it had already disappeared, and the figure was submerged into the depths of the mountain forest.

The Mufa Qi Practitioner was on tiptoe, swept backwards behind him, and obviously hit a big tree, but suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Only that evil monk was still rushing to Chen Ping'an's side.

The burly man was stunned on the spot, scolded his mother, and didn't dare to go forward to die.

It's not enough to see it.

This kind of behavior is just throwing bricks and attracting jade.

Chen Ping'an was stunned at first, and then relieved, which was reasonable.

I learned a few more on my own.

Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Ping'an: "That mastermind just ran away, I'll chase him, you should be able to deal with it here." I'll come back to you. ”

Lu Tai first put away the needle tip of the flying sword that was not worthy of the name.

His hands, wrists, legs and ankles each have a purple-gold lotus pattern, with buds waiting to be released.

Lu Tai said softly: "Blossom. ”

Four lifelike purple golden lotus flowers bloomed in an instant.

Lu Tai gritted his teeth, jumped high, and then walked against the wind.

Leaning forward, squinting into the distance, the big sleeves are bulging, the hunting sounds, and the sideburns and hair are fluttering.

He looked left and right, then found a direction, and disappeared in a flash.

The evil monk swallowed a mouthful of saliva, holding a clay pot full of yin spirits in one hand, and actually made a monk to worship in the other, and said with a flattering smile: "This sword fairy boy, this time I am offended, rude and rude, the next time we meet, I will definitely take the initiative to retreat, if the son is willing to order to do something small, I must not give up." ”

Between the words, the evil monk kept paying attention to the eyes and face of the white-robed young man, and his figure retreated violently.

This person is also a decisive killer, and before escaping, he burst the black clay pot that stored the yin soul on the spot, and black smoke filled the air.

Gecko tail breaking.

A thin golden light switled swiftly through the billowing black smoke, and the eerie smoke as thick as ink dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it will be a while before these filthy black smoke are completely dispelled.

Chen Ping'an frowned, rushed forward in a few steps, and jumped to the top of the canopy of a big tree.

There was a fleeting figure that turned into a faint gray smoke, speeding away in the mountains and forests.

The first year of junior high school has already chased after him.

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly, and fifteen also followed.

Chen Ping'an floated back to the ground, and before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air, changing the immortal sword of the red-clothed swordsman Dou Zizhi into a normal sword-holding posture.

Although it is much heavier than the Huaimu sword, Chen Ping'an always feels that it is still too light.

The burly man raised his head, looked in the direction where Lu Tai had disappeared before, and finally looked down at the iron whip in his hand, and smiled miserably.

I know that I will die today.

Resentment, loss, and resentment are all there, one by one, and they all fade away in the heart.

In this life, I have lived a miserable life, and I always have to die a heroic man.

The strong man threw the two iron whips to the ground, and began to ask God to surrender for the third time, the man stomped his feet vigorously, his hands were heavily clasped together, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he laughed happily: "Do you dare to wait for a while, let me have a hearty fight?!"

Chen Ping'an casually threw out the "infatuation" in his hand.

In the heart of the burly man, it passed by.

The sword was driven into the trunk of a large tree.

After successfully penetrating the man's heart, Chen Ping'an clearly saw the red light flowing from the sword body, and it disappeared in a flash, like a hungry man having a full meal, and the drunkard drank it heartily.

Chen Ping'an made up his mind to find a fairy ferry or a fairy shop on the mountain to sell this sword.

The brilliant golden light was still diligently melting the black smoke.

It is worthy of being a high-grade magic weapon made of Lao Jiao's long beard.

The two are already so powerful, I really don't know how powerful the Jiaolong Zhenjun on the upside-down mountain and the dust whisk in the hands of the old Taoist should be.

Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, went to retrieve the long sword, picked up a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with a sword, and then silently dug a few large soil pits, buried the red-clothed swordsman, the burly man and the two disciples of the formation master into them, and finally added soil to cover up, trying to cover up the traces as much as possible, so as not to be seen at a glance by people who inadvertently pass by here.

Chen Ping'an sat on a high tree branch, patiently waiting for the fifteenth day of the new year and the return of Lu Tai.

Put the "infatuation" with the extra scabbard on your lap at will.

In the distance, the black smoke of the yin soul, which was entangled with the golden light but retreated one after another, although it had long lost its spiritual intelligence, it was afraid of death and life, and even the dead yin was no exception.

Suddenly, a large puff of billowing black smoke was about to leave this place and flee to other places to wreak havoc on the landscape.

Suddenly I remembered that there was a castle in the distance.

If you are a Jianghu person who is not familiar with magic, I am afraid that you will be affected by the pond fish.

Chen Ping'an got up with his sword, first looked around, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he poured the soul into the robe Jin Li, and in an instant, an ethereal law phase with a height of more than ten zhang had a blurred face, but the golden light was clear, and the law appeared in the air between heaven and earth, standing tall, just before the black smoke, the big sleeve rolled, and those yin souls were pocketed into the sleeves, and the yin souls were like entering the thunder pool, and they all disappeared quickly.

Chen Ping'an sat back in place, his face was snow-white, and his head was splitting.

This time, the robe Jin Li was unreservedly revealed, using up a whole breath of his true qi, and there were signs of unsustainability.

If you are fighting against someone, it is better not to use this method lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. Once the other party has an unexpected ability to save his life, Chen Ping'an is equivalent to offering his head with both hands.

But to be honest, the feeling of being outside the realm and the soul as if traveling out of the body is extremely mysterious.

Condescending, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the corners of the robe, which was soft and delicate, and it was cool. A life-and-death battle, mainly because he was scared, almost exhausted his mental strength, and Chen Ping'an was a little sleepy at the moment, leaning against the trunk of the big tree, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

After about half a burnt incense, Chen Ping'an calmed his mind and breathed smoothly again.

Chen Ping'an's wrist was tied with a golden knot made of refining and binding demon ropes.

Soon, a brilliant white rainbow and faint green light flew back, galloping, although the two flying swords were extremely subtle, but the two flowing fireflies stretched out more than ten zhang, it was still very eye-catching, and the two entered the sword cultivation gourd.

Feel their thoughts in the sword raiser.

It should have been a smooth kill.

Chen Ping'an put his mind at ease.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the first time that Chen Ping'an has been away for so long.

But this also came to a conclusion that the ability of these wild cultivators to kill the enemy may not be comparable to that of the children of the immortal family, but they are proficient in running away for their lives.

Isn't that the case for you?

Since there was nothing to do, Chen Ping'an began to sit and practice the sword furnace stake.

Carrying a sword is practice, and dressing is also practice.

The robe, Jin Li, who had been with an immortal for a hundred years or even a thousand years, was a small cave blessed land for qi practitioners, which could gather spiritual energy.

But for a pure martial artist, Jin Li is of course still a rare talisman, but there are also some minor troubles, that is, the need to resist those aura that constantly rely on Jin Li, after all, pure martial arts must be resolute at the beginning, disperse all the aura of the Qi Mansion, only then can it be called pure, and only then can it be regarded as a way to martial arts.

In the inverted hanging mountain, because there is abundant aura, so it is more difficult to resist, after leaving the treasure swallowing whale, walking in the mountains and forests, it is much easier and more comfortable, after all, the ordinary mountain and wild places, the aura is weak, most of them can be ignored.

Chen Ping'an waited for nearly an hour, Lu Tai swaggered through the mountains and forests, and quickly came to Chen Ping'an's side, covered in dust, but fortunately there was no bloodstain.

And it looks like a person who has returned home with a full load.

While walking towards the big tree where Chen Ping'an was, and casually putting the many array flags left by the old formation master around him into his sleeves, Lu Tai asked curiously: "You are a bodhisattva, why don't you expose the corpse, the beasts gnaw, and the birds peck at it, which is what they deserve." What do you pity these wretches?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I don't pity them. I just care about the fact that 'death is great, and burial is peace'. ”

Lu Tai shook his head, didn't bother to think about it, suddenly turned around and ran to the bloody "grave", and asked Chen Ping'an about the approximate location of the burial of the dead, and then Lu Tai swore that he would refill the soil later, and before Chen Ping'an agreed to nod, Lu Tai had already slapped it with one palm, the dust was flying, and he ran over with his farts and started the business of rummaging through the corpses, even the two disciples of the old formation master did not let go, it is hard to imagine that such a person likes rouge gouache, The guy with blush and eyebrows is so skillful in doing this kind of grave digging business, and he has no psychological burden.

Lu Tai is inevitably stained with blood and soil, but there is a magic weapon of the colorful silk rope wrapped around the arm, and the whole body will soon be combed and cleaned.

Lu Tai chattered alone over there, "You are a Jianghu Grandmaster, but you are really a poor ghost! Look, this is Ma Wanfa's square inch, and there are mountains of gold and silver in it, look at you again, you should really be ashamed to live and die again." ”

"Alas, it's not me saying you, compared to your master, this bit of belongings on you is really shabby, but this stack of silver tickets, but it solves our urgent need, shopping under the mountain, giving away people to spend snowflakes, and the store wants to beat people's ......"

"You two hard-working mandarin ducks, reincarnated as a human in the next life, remember to find a better master, even if your ability is poor, don't look for this kind of again. ”

Chen Ping'an didn't disturb Lu Tai's busyness.

Just looking at that back, I felt very strange.

In the end, Lu Tai refilled the soil, clapped his hands, looked at the flat ground, and was a little satisfied.

"The mastermind behind the scenes is dead, everything is fine!"

Lu Tai walked back to Chen Ping'an's side under the tree, and he didn't go to the tree even if he was killed, he tilted his head and beckoned: "Share the spoils!"