"Protection!"

Without hesitation, Pu Yuanhao pointed lightly at the ears of the green Xiaoding.

The next moment, the beast shadow on the stone tripod suddenly burst into inspiration, and a looming white phoenix shield spilled from the ding's body, enveloping his figure in it.

"Uncle Pup, save me!"

Seeing that Pu Yuanhao summoned the Dao weapon to resist, Deng Chenhuan hurriedly cried out in horror.

He is the young master of Kongming Island, and the few powerful things given by the family are enough for him to be at the same level.

Even in the face of the attack of the half-step Yuan Dan monk, he can save his life.

But if it is a real Yuan Dan overhaul, his so-called hole cards are tantamount to a pile of broken copper and iron, which is vulnerable.

Right now, he pinned all his hopes for his life on the Uncle Pu next to him.

Gujiao Island has always been the only grandfather who bows his head and will never ignore him as he falls into a dead situation.

Who knew that the most strange thing was that Pu Yuanhao turned a deaf ear to his plea for help, but instead squinted his eyes slightly, with a hint of indifference on his face.

"I know, Pu Yuanhao, you and the thieves are in the same group!"

Deng Chenhuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly took out a few talismans and slapped them on his body, and after all kinds of light flashed, several phantoms such as golden bells, earth walls, and jade jade shrouded him tightly.

"Young Master ......"

Although the sword qi was not completely suppressed, the leaked trace of breath had already made Chen Wei pressed against the white clouds, covered in blood, and his eyes towards Deng Chenhuan were full of begging.

But Deng Chen's mud bodhisattva crossing the river was difficult to protect, and like Pu Yuanhao, he ignored the call for help from his loyal servants, and just frantically patted around on the storage ring, summoning all the defensive treasures, trying to withstand this terrifying cyan sword rain.

Chen Ping's divine sense controlled the audience, and when he observed this strange scene, he couldn't help but sigh in shock.

As soon as his thoughts turned, he understood Pu Yuanhao's intentions.

After sneering secretly, Chen Ping pointed towards the Pure Yang Sword, and the endless sword shadow like a fish fry in the sea immediately froze, and "Huh" condensed into a stegosaurus dozens of zhang long, aiming at Pu Yuanhao and slashing down.

"Boom!"

A series of crackling sounds came out, and the blue light and white mangs were intertwined, and although Shi Ding's white phoenix shield blocked the stegosaurus, it was finally shattered by the rush.

And on the body of the stone tripod, there were also several centipede-like inch-long cracks.

Seeing this, Pu Yuanhao secretly shouted that it was not good, his Panshi Ding was a magic weapon inherited by the elders of the older generation of the family, a real medium-grade defensive dao weapon, competing with ordinary high-grade killing dao weapons, even if he was defeated, he would not be defeated with one blow, and even the body was hit hard.

From this point of view, the power of that ancient cyan long sword is slightly higher than that of a high-grade Dao weapon, and its owner should have also cultivated a swordsmanship of extremely high grade.

In distress, Pu Yuanhao grabbed Xiaoding, a cuff, a ball of purple light floated away and fell, and after the brilliance converged, a square car with two pairs of wings under the wheel appeared on the sea.

It is the windmill that has just been restored.

Then, Pu Yuanhao sat in the car with a flicker, stepped lightly on the spot with his toes, drove the windmill purple mang, and after his wings slammed out, he turned into an aurora and flew through the air.

"Want to run?"

Chen Ping's expression was cold, staring at the three people who were flying separately at the end of the catastrophe, and sneered.

Previously, after Deng Chenhuan and Chen Wei saw that all the sword qi attacks turned to Pu Yuanhao, they were puzzled and jumped into the sea in ecstasy, fleeing for their lives in a hurry.

But where could Chen Ping do what he wanted, grabbed the Pure Yang Sword and leaned over, the spiritual power turned into two huge palms, bursting in the sea, Deng Chenhuan's radiant shield and defensive spirit weapon seemed to be really like a useless phantom playing handsome, all of them were shattered.

"Ahh

Deng Chenhuan, who dived to the bottom of the sea, suddenly came from the depths of the sea of knowledge with a sharp pain like tearing, which made him scream miserably, his eyes became pitch black, and when he came back to his senses, he was already picked up by a man in green clothes.

On a lotus flower at the man's feet, Chen Wei's limbs, which were covered in scaly wounds, kept twitching, and blood flowed down the horizontal and vertical wounds, condensing into dark red bruises.

"It's over......"

Chen Wei's half-dead and tragic condition made Deng Chenhuan's heart really cold.

This inexplicable ambush Yuan Dan monk didn't intend to let them go at all, Fang Cai's "mercy" turned out to be trying to capture him alive.

"Seniors spare my life, I am the young patriarch of Kongming Island, and my grandfather ......"

Deng Chenhuan swallowed his throat, forced himself to calm down, and moved out of the invincible hole cards.

"Noise."

Chen Ping drank coldly, and directly stunned him with a huge power of divine sense.

Then, he shot a spiritual power at Deng Chenhuan and Chen Wei, sealing their meridians and dantian.

With the means of the foundation building monks, there is no month of water grinding effort, and I don't want to resume cultivation.

Capturing the two foundation juniors within half a breath, Chen Ping escaped and gathered, and once again turned into a green lotus and shot away into the distance.

There, it was the direction in which Pu Yuanhao fled.

With this short delay, the purple stream mark actually flew dozens of miles, leaving Chen Ping far behind.

"Sword Lotus Escape Light can't catch up with him."

After a while, seeing that the carriage was getting farther and farther away, Chen Ping's pupils shrank, and he burned his essence blood to perform the Demon Luo Shadow Step.

Half of his body was covered with black energy, and his body suddenly improved dramatically, pulling in the distance between him and Pu Yuanhao.

However, the wings on both sides of the Purple Shadow Carriage suddenly expanded, flapping open a stream of cirrus clouds, and the speed increased by a large margin, and in Chen Ping's ugly eyes, he fled hundreds of zhang away in an instant.

The windmill is worthy of being a flying machine with unique effects, and its speed is even stronger than that of the Demon Shadow Step.

Every Yuan Dan monk is extremely difficult to deal with, especially Yuan Dan, who is born in this old force, often has one or two top-notch supernatural powers.

At present, Chen Ping can still firmly lock on to Pu Yuanhao, but it is expected that after ten breaths, this person will be completely out of the scope of his divine sense.

His brows furrowed slightly, Chen Ping was already thinking about whether to use the Coral Law to kill him.

"Chen Daoyou, I'm not afraid to tell you that the exercises that Pu Mou majored in are incomparably compatible with driving windmills, if I am determined to leave, the general Yuan Dan will be beyond the reach of the late stage."

At this time, Pu Yuanhao's voice echoed in the sky, mixed with a leisurely taste.

It is not very surprising that Chen Ping, who was disguised, was revealed by him.

Between high-level monks, it is not simply to remember each other with their appearance and figure, but from the mana and the aura emanating from the divine soul is the characteristic that cannot be faked.

Pu Yuanhao caught a wisp of breath released by Chen Ping at the auction of the Smelting Fire Alliance.

"Since Pu Daoyou has opened his mouth, he must have something to discuss with Chen, why don't you and I keep a distance of 10,000 zhang and talk about it openly?"

Chen Ping compressed the sound into a thin line without changing color and sent it into the carriage.