"You...... You're not dead!? How can it be!? ”

Xi Changyue, who was a ghost, looked at Huai Zhi'an as if he had seen a ghost.

Why didn't this kid die, how could he not die!?

You must know that after swallowing this kid into his body, the other party was directly thrown into the spiritual sea in his body.

How terrifying is the spiritual sea inside a Dragon Gate Realm ghost object?

That's a real ocean of yin energy!

Even if it is irrigated, it can dove a monk alive.

But now Huai Zhi'an not only appeared in front of him in a grand manner, but also didn't even look like a?

This is completely beyond the scope of Xi Changyue's cognition, and he can't understand how the other party came out even if he didn't die?

Xi Changyue didn't know, and Sang Ziyan in the distance also looked at Huai Zhi'an, who had "re-lived", with a dull gaze, his eyes full of incredulity.

Huai Zhi'an didn't answer, but just took a deep breath, and seemed to be sure of something in his heart, then he smiled and pointed to Xi Changyue's abdomen:

"I think it's better for you to care about your physical defense by me before you break the defense psychologically."

Xi Changyue subconsciously looked down, and a sharp pain instantly swept through his body, and only then did he realize that there was a bright sword intent that could not be erased through his body.

The more Xi Chang seemed to understand how the other party came out.

"How is that possible? That sword magic weapon of yours was obviously broken by me, so I ......" Xi Changyue looked at Huai Zhi'an in disbelief.

"Kendo magic weapon?"

Huai Zhi'an was stunned, where did he get the kendo magic weapon, did you give it?

Then Huai Zhi'an saw that he didn't understand the market at the beginning, and for the first time he was a pure and pure injustice, and the iron sword that he bought for a full sixty copper coins had been broken into two pieces of scrap iron at this time.

The corners of Huai Zhi'an's eyes twitched, and his eyes looked at Xi Changyue faintly unkindly.

I don't mind if you swallow me, but if you break my sword, you're done!

Sixty copper coins, this is a big deal!

However, Huai Zhi'an did not settle accounts with Xi Changyue for the first time, but turned around, half-squatted in front of Shanyu, stretched out his thumb, helped the other party wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and by the way, separated his thumb from the talisman paper, and casually tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and bandaged it.

"There is only one life, don't play with your life at every turn."

He could hear it clearly in that ghost object, and he also knew that the girl was drawing talismans with her life!

The strangeness that shrouded the painting world dissipated, and the pressure that suffocated Xi Changyue also dissipated, but Xi Changyue did not relax at all, still did not dare to move, and cold sweat dripped down.

In the void, something was locking him!

It was something more terrifying than the unfinished talisman in the girl's hand, and it made him tremble and fear......

Feeling the temperature coming from the hands of the person in front of him, Shanyu couldn't hold back anymore, and tears fell like rain.

Shanyu didn't know what mood she was in now, but she felt from the bottom of her heart: Huai Zhi'an is still alive, it's really good!

"You don't mind if I borrow this sword, do you? Not holding a sword in your hand always feels like something is missing. Huai Zhi'an pointed to the mixed yuan umbrella next to him and asked Xiang Shanyu politely.

Shanyu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with both hands and shook his head silently.

"Thanks!" Huai Zhi'an pulled out the Qiushui long sword hidden in the handle of the oil-paper umbrella.

Holding out a sword flower casually, Huai Zhi'an nodded with satisfaction, this spirit sword was much stronger than his sixty copper coins.

Just as Huai Zhi'an raised his sword and put his hand in a gesture, he suddenly thought of something, and shouted to Sang Ziyan in the distance:

"Hey, didn't you say what I carry a sword on my back every day?"

Sang Ziyan looked at Huai Zhi'an's back blankly.

So? What do you mean?

Huai Zhi'an chuckled without looking back.

"Then look at it!"

Closing his eyes and opening his eyes again, the corners of Huai Zhi'an's mouth took away the last trace of smile, and his gaze returned to a flat, but bright sky full of stars reflected at the bottom of the lake.

The long sword was unsheathed, Huai Zhi'an raised his hand, rotated gently, and his fingers fell on the Qiushui sword!

Every time Huai Zhi'an's two fingers swept an inch, the moon-like sword light on the sword body skyrocketed by an inch, gradually brightening, and gradually soaring into the sky!

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

Xi Changyue frantically warned in his heart, and the skin on his body was like a pinprick, constantly reminding Xi Changyue to hurry away from the ever-approaching mortal danger!

Death had never been so close to Xi Chang for a moment, as if the king of Hades had come to this world from the eighteenth layer of hell and personally hooked his soul!

But no matter how Xi Changyue struggled, his body stood in place uncontrollably at all, just trembling, just trembling!

Someone doesn't want him to go!

There's a sword he has to catch!

The suffocating sense of fear almost crushed Xi Changyue's heart!

Xi Changyue finally understood where the residual sword intent on the previous iron sword came from!

The faint muffled thunder accompanied by wisps of breeze from far to near the sky, blowing the long hair, but not the depression in the air.

The figure of the young Taoist priest gradually ethereal, and his thin body gradually became infinitely taller in Xi Changyue's eyes, like a god!

It's silent!

When the sword light was shining to the extreme in the world, Huai Zhi'an's big sleeves fluttered in the wind, exhaled and said softly:

"The spring breeze knows what I want, and my sword qi grows with me!"

A sword is handed out, and the spring breeze follows!

Looking at the young Taoist priest in front of him who was swaying and extremely chic, Shanyu's eyes flashed with a different kind of brilliance.

The blood flower bloomed like a peach blossom and bloomed on Xi Changyue's chest!

Even the physique of the Longmen Realm, in front of Huai Zhi'an's sword, is not much more fragile than a piece of paper.

Xi Changyue glanced down at the pierced chest, then looked at Huai Zhi'an in front of him, raised his hand, and wanted to say something......

But in the next moment, the divine light in Xi Changyue's pupils dissipated, and his body slanted, completely disintegrating into wisps of yin qi.

A body of cultivation is the end of the soil!

Longmen Realm overhaul, fall!

Looking at such a result, Sang Ziyan's eyes were so round that he almost popped out.

The mountain and field Taoist priest in his eyes, the little body cultivator who thought that the sword was used to pretend to be forced, and the Huai Zhi'an, who was despised by him from the bottom of his heart, unexpectedly, unexpectedly......

It's so strong!?

You're so strong, you should have come out with a sword earlier!

In order to deal with that Longmen Realm ghost, Sang Ziyan almost shook his foundation in desperation, not to mention, the only life-saving pill left to him by his father was gone, and now he was even more disabled, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to get better in a month or two.

The premise of being able to recover in a month or two is to return to Chang'an City, and only with the help of various medicinal baths of the Candle Dragon Division can do it.

With such an injury, if he is replaced by an ordinary monk, I am afraid that half of his cultivation path has collapsed.

If Huai Zhi'an took out the sword, Sang Ziyan would probably be jealous and complain, but after seeing Huai Zhi'an out of the sword, Sang Ziyan opened his mouth, and finally found that there was only silence.

Huai Zhi'an is too strong, and he is not at all in the same realm as him!

The ghost thing of the Longmen Realm who can kill him casually is also a weak chicken that can be killed at ease for Huai Zhi'an, in the face of such a strong person, what does he have to complain about, how dare he complain.

Shanyu also looked at Huai Zhi'an with complicated eyes at this time.

She knew that Huai Zhi'an's sword path was very strong, but she never thought that it could be so strong!

Looking at Huai Zhi'an's easy appearance, this sword is not even his limit?

"Don't look at me like that......"

Sensing the complicated eyes of the two, Huai Zhian scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Especially you!" Huai Zhi'an pointed to Sang Ziyan.

“？”

Sang Ziyan looked dazed, what's wrong with me?

"I still like the way you were arrogant before!" Huai Zhian said with a smile.

“……”

"By the way, thank you for the sword."

Huai Zhi'an casually inserted the spirit sword back into the handle of the oil-paper umbrella.

"The ......"

Shanyu gritted his teeth and just wanted to say something, but a crisp crack suddenly sounded in the ears of the three of them.

The three of them looked up and saw that the sky in this small painting world was like a broken lens, full of cracks, and could collapse at any time.

The sword just now couldn't be caught by just one Xi Changyue, so after killing Xi Changyue, more sword momentum fell on the painting world itself.

"Let's talk about it later!"

Huai Zhi'an carefully picked up Shanyu and glanced at the other wounded.

Sang Ziyan also looked at Huai Zhi'an.

Huai Zhi'an thought about it and gave a thumbs up to Sang Ziyan: "Come on, I believe in you!" ”

The corners of Sang Ziyan's mouth twitched: Your uncle!