The furious spiritual power rose up, tearing the entire main house to pieces in an instant.

After the main house shattered, the black silk threads that filled the courtyard suddenly went berserk, swirling and merging into a whirlwind that rose from the ground, turning into a deadly cold light in the violent wind.

A silver-white sword light rose on its own, blocking the black steel needles that passed by Xun Ming's side in the whirlwind, stirring up bursts of sparks from the collision of gold and stone out of thin air.

In the sound of "ping pong", Xun Ming's widening eyes returned to their original size little by little, and then narrowed a little bit.

A gloomy sense of coldness that seemed to come from a thousand-year-old cold pool slowly dripped from the cracks in those eyes.

In the main house, the huge spider that has been pitch black revealed its body, only to see that it has this purple dark bristle dense cover, the roots are as sharp as knives, eight feet with the thickness of an adult's waist open behind it, the tips of the feet turned into sharp long thorns, like a pitch-black spear, the most eye-catching, a woman in a white robe, half of the body embedded in the dark spider chest, extremely weird.

Without waiting for the demon in the main house to react, the white-clothed ranger who had converged and condensed to the extreme in an instant was the first to say in a low voice:

"Damn, it's really not a small amount of courage."

Then the white clothes that only had the cultivation of the cave heaven stepped out in one step, crossed the threshold, and smashed the bluestone floor of the entire courtyard.

Punch straight at that Jindan demon!

……

A sword light swept across the sky, and in an instant, it appeared among the green trees.

A figure with a sword eyebrow and a high finger jumped down from the sword and stepped on a small clearing in the forest, and the long sword under his feet threw out a sword flower on its own after he jumped up, twisting and drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and finally flashed into the snow-white scabbard on the figure's waist.

The snow-white scabbard has a beautifully carved dragon coiled, the dragon claws and dragon scales are clearly visible, the golden dragon head "bites" the scabbard, and the mouth is wide open, and the dark gold orb inlaid on the sword grid of the long sword reflects each other, forming a scene of "swimming dragons and playing with pearls".

A few lush old trees were broken at the waist, and the fine wooden thorns on the broken trunks seemed to be born not very proud girls, crying about the unreasonableness of a certain "person".

This "person" is the wild boar demon that almost swallowed the scholar Jia Xianren in one bite.

The dense canopy of the forest is not too big, but it is by no means a small forest window, because of the fall of these trees, so that the Edgeworth Immortals who are looking for "traces" can directly enter the forest without having to trouble making another sword themselves.

It's okay to cut demons and people.

What is this cutting down of trees?

As if he had a heart, the young immortal walked straight to a corner after landing on the ground, and then picked up three fine pieces of silver from the place where there were already weeds growing wildly.

"This kid is really unlucky."

Jian Xiu, who had a pair of sword eyebrows that soared into the sky, sighed a little helplessly, and then casually threw the broken silver that had only been lying in the palm of his hand for a short time into the air.

Before the upward momentum of the three grains of broken silver disappeared, a silver-white light flashed away, like a fierce dog that had been hungry for a long time, swallowing it in one bite.

After swallowing the three "doppelgangers" that had been peeled off from himself, the silver light made a circle in the air, unloading his own momentum, and then obediently stopped on the side of the young man's face, rubbing his cheek very affectionately.

Then, unsurprisingly, another shallow mark of blood was drawn on the young man's face.

Feeling the familiar pain coming from his face, the breath in the young man's chest stagnated slightly, and then he slowly spit it out.

Skillfully wiped it on his face, wiped away a bead of blood that overflowed from the shallow mark, and then flicked it on the natal flying sword that his "brain" was a little unclear, and after flicking it in the air and turning over two heels, the young man said with some helplessness:

"I've told you a few times, you're a flying sword, a flying sword, a flying sword, not a dog!"

Speaking of his natal flying sword, a sense of contradiction would unconsciously rise in the young man's heart.

It's not good to say it's not good, it's a top-notch flying sword, with a natal supernatural power similar to "sprinkling beans into soldiers", which can smelt itself and turn into countless weapons, and even his old drunkard master asserted that when he arrived at the Immortal Dao Realm, a sword would be a grand scene of "silver soldiers falling from the sky".

But it's okay, the young man feels that his face doesn't agree, whose flying sword will treat him like a dog?! still rubbed it on the face of his master, and he didn't know that it was a sword blade and not a dog's head?!

This young sword cultivator who was starting to feel a little melancholy at this time was the young sect master of the Ethereal Sect who came to look for Jia Xianren, who had left him "accidentally" behind, the garlic head in Xun Ming's mouth, Jiang Sinan.

After putting away the three pieces of broken silver, Jiang Sinan did not stay where he was, but walked in one direction along the trees that were either smashed or bent in the forest.

After a few steps not far, Jiang Sinan came to the huge boar corpse that was still lying in place, with a sword and a sword, there was nothing strange about it, and after a little glance at the wild boar demon, he was sure that even if he was in the Cave Heaven Realm, he could do it to this extent.

As for the pigskin fangs and other items that are still of some value on the boar demon, they were not taken away, but only a loin on its back was taken, and such "trivial things" were not in Jiang Sinan's attention.

What really made him feel a little jaw-dropping was the large stump on the side of the pig demon that had obviously been cut by a sword.

Is there really such a boring monk who likes to cut down trees?

Jiang Sinan, who was still worried about finding the unlucky scholar as soon as possible, was just stunned for a moment, and then moved away after a little sigh in his heart.

Looking at this route, it should be going south.

The young man who had already changed from the white clothes to the green shirt pointed to the ground, and the figure jumped high, the long sword at his waist came out of its sheath on its own, and the arc was drawn at his feet, and after a slight pause, it turned into a long rainbow and disappeared at the end of the southern sky, far faster than when it came.

Before Young Edgeworth was gone, he caught a glimpse of the pig's head, which had only a layer of skin and bones left on the ground, and the inside was covered in countless sword marks, like cobwebs.

The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and Jiang Sinan, who was running with the sword, secretly accelerated the speed of the flying sword under his feet.

Walking in the world, demons are terrifying, but what is thousands of times more terrifying than demons is the human heart.

Jia Xianren, who has a head similar to elm, doesn't know this, can he Jiang Sinan not know?

……

In the middle of the forest, a thin branch still with a few pork-clothed branches was stuck next to the extinguishing bonfire on the edge, and a bright silver-white flame ignited out of thin air, and a scholarly figure wearing a richly carved silver bust emerged from the flames in a daze.

Half an hour later, he turned his head to look at the familiar bonfire with a dull face, and fell to his knees with a "plop" as if he had lost his strength, and he couldn't stop crying.