Xia Ze slowly got up, dusted off his body, and glared at the two of them.

Qian Dai's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's you?" ”

The money bag looked Xia Ze up and down, and his clothes didn't change much

There are two talismans on his feet that I don't know what their effect is, and the aura of the sword behind him is of good quality at a glance.

In the early years, there were also many monks from the mountain sect in the town, and they went to each household to weigh the children of the people in the town, and the good qualifications naturally entered the sect to cultivate, and this kid was unable to enter the sect because of his poor qualifications at that time.

Could it be that this kid has taken shit luck and made the mountain sect look at it again?

Every time he went to the tea shop to tease Lu Ying, within half a day, his house was splashed with stinking feces and swill, and he never caught this kid's feet, so Qian Dai was inexplicably jealous of this kid over the years, and never dared to provoke him.

It's not that you can't beat him, it's that reaching out and hitting him will make you disgusting.

Xia Ze looked at He Xi who was sleeping, and didn't talk nonsense, and said to the two: "Let her go." ”

Yan Song, who was behind Qian Dai, laughed loudly: "Let her go?" Why? Just rely on you, a stubborn stone ant in the martial arts realm? ”

Qian Dai looked puzzled: "Immortal Master Yan, is this kid really just a stubborn stone realm martial artist?" ”

The man nodded: "With your Qi cultivation and three realms of perfect cultivation, plus a flying sword, killing an ant should be easy to capture." ”

Qian Baozi nodded, his confidence increased greatly at the moment, and his eyes became more and more cold when he looked at Xia Ze.

"When you're done, leave that kid's saber behind." Yan Song patted Qian Dai on the shoulder, led the horse that carried He Xi, walked to the edge of the big array, separated a wisp of primordial spirit, and once again impacted the blocking formation.

"Little bastard, you are also a blind cat who met a dead mouse, I don't know which sect you got to carry it, and now you have become a martial artist, why don't you keep this cheap life and come here to find death? Is it long? ”

As he spoke, a five-inch-long black flying sword flew out from Qian Dai's waist and flew to the top of Qian Dai's head, hovering continuously.

Xia Ze didn't laugh angrily, bowed his waist slightly, and slowly set up his fist: "It seems that it's not you who is in charge, so I'll punch you to death first, and then find that bastard to ask for someone." ”

Qian Dai was extremely angry, sneered, and mocked: "Little bastard, am I really afraid of you in the town on weekdays, you are a little bedbug, even if you kill it, you will have dirty hands, but today you found it yourself, if you die, you don't blame me." ”

He pulled his pants again, deliberately pushed his crotch, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, after you die, I will take good care of the widow in the tea shop for you, the old man has eaten more rice than you have walked, and there are ways to make her worse than dead." ”

The coldness in Xia Ze's eyes was suffocating.

"Millennial King 80,000-year-old tortoise, I still wonder how you can survive at the age of half of the old king, you can still survive, it's okay, it's easy to die, I'll help you."

His left foot slammed on the ground, and above his knee, two cyan Shenxing armor horse talismans flashed, and Xia Ze's figure skyrocketed, and between breathing and breathing, he had already flashed in front of Qian Dai.

A powerful fist was a heavy blow to Qian Dai's chest, Qian Dai didn't expect his speed of action to be so fast, and the flying sword above his head didn't even react, so he had to shout, his skin turned copper, and he parried with both hands.

This is the power that the Martial Dao Realm can have?

There was a loud bang, and the boy still seemed to be too anxious, and the punch was handed out, and his feet slipped and flew out with the money bag.

smashed on the money bag, the strength was only seven or eight points, and the two talismans on his knees were related to his thoughts, as long as his mind was too fast, the pace could not be stopped.

Qian Dai's feet sank deep into the dirt, and the two trembled, looking at the swarthy boy he despised him, and a fear of death permeated his heart.

A piece of flesh and blood on the chest was torn and cracked by this fist, and the blood flowed endlessly, and the purple of the palms used to resist had faded, and the fist in the wrist, the ferocious fist swept continuously, and the pain was unbearable.

With that punch, Qian Dai had palpitations, and his previous contempt for Xia Ze also disappeared.

Xia Ze got up again, his mind raced, and he regained his calm and relaxed appearance.

Yan Song held his palms to the sky, his eyes were blank, and reminded: "Don't let him get close, use the flying sword to open the distance, that kid is a martial artist, he can only fight hand-to-hand before the Three Realms, as long as his true qi is exhausted, it is easy to kill him." ”

Qian Dai nodded again and again, screamed strangely, and flew out with a flying sword above his head.

The flying sword was extremely fast, and it had already reached Xia Ze's throat in a flash of lightning.

Xia Ze was a little flustered when he responded to a sword controller like Qian Dai, but he was not stupid enough to use his fists to make a hard connection.

At the moment when he was about to sink into Xia Ze's throat, he quickly fell his head back, his hands were like backstroke strokes, the sword obviously couldn't stop the momentum, and the sword sank into the rock, and the sword body twisted like a worm.

The young man slapped his palms on the ground, and a carp turned over, propped himself up, and toe a little, and once again carried the Shenxing armor horse talisman.

This time he learned the lesson he had learned from before, hunched over, and his left hand ploughed the ground with a nail rake, firmly controlling his body, and handed out another punch.

It's a little slower, but the momentum isn't slowing.

Qian Dai complained bitterly in his heart, and hurriedly scolded a little beast, then retreated and retreated, muttering a spell in his mouth.

In the same realm, if the Qi Refiner allows the martial artist to take the opportunity to get closer, nine times out of ten it will be a slaughter like chopping melons and vegetables.

Therefore, a Qi Refiner with a little background will most likely find a martial artist to act as his protector, so as to delay the opponent when facing the enemy, so that he has enough time to pinch the mantra and release the killing move.

Sword control master and sword cultivator, both seem to use swords, but in fact, they are very different.

Sword cultivators use swords to practice sword qi one after another, or specialize in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and break ten thousand methods with one sword. It can even summon the natal flying sword that is warm and nourished in the holes, not far away, and take the head of the person. The higher-grade flying sword can even communicate with the master's mind and come with a natal supernatural power.

The sword control master is based on the qi refiner's qi to control the object, using the aura to control the flying sword, the flying sword itself does not open the spiritual intelligence, just a dead thing, beyond the master's line of sight, there is nothing to do.

Yan Song stood behind him, his eyes were complicated, looking at Qian Dai deflated, but he didn't mean to help at all.

This punch was about to hit Qian Dai's face, and Qian Dai didn't care about summoning the flying sword on the rock, and released the trick in his hand in a hurry.

A strange whirlwind formed between the two without warning, and the momentum gradually turned into a tornado the size of a buffalo, and a monster with the head of a deer and a snake body loomed in the eye of the wind, and then there was an explosion, the wheal exploded, and the wind blades shot out in all directions.

On the rocks, on the trees, there are deep and smooth knife edges all over the place.

"Fei Lian Dance Wind Technique, but unfortunately the spell was cast too hastily, and the power was far less than the complete spell." Yan Song muttered.

Qian Dai's figure was embedded in the rock three zhang away, his nose and eyes were crooked, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his expression was in a trance.

Xia Ze took six or seven steps back, slowly retracted his momentum, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Previously, while the Fei Lian Dance Wind Technique had not taken shape, Xia Ze's punch still hit him steadily, and a crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and then the tornado exploded.

The scattered terrifying wind blades were dodged by him with more than a dozen methods, and the last two wind blades rushed straight to the door and the next plate, which were unavoidable, and were scattered by him with two punches of the dragon cloud hand.

In Qian Dai's decaying skull, it seemed that there was a huge bronze bell, which was struck by someone, and he only felt the deafening roar in his mind, one after another, and his face was like opening a miscellaneous sauce shop, and the red blood and black pupils were mixed.

If it weren't for the gap between the three realms, this punch would have directly made his head explode like a watermelon.

What's more, he still borrowed medicine to improve to the realm of the Three Realms Consummation, and the medicinal effects of Yin Cao's borrowing longevity pill were canceled out a lot after this punch, and his figure also aged a little.

Qian Dai pulled out his body, behaved wildly, and roared angrily: "Goddamn little bastard! Dare to tell me to lose face in front of Yan Immortal Master, I will kill you. ”

Xia Ze looked at the embarrassed Qian Dai, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile: "I said that I would kill you with one punch, it seems that I was the one who put me up, this is not to blame, the Qi Refiner worships the cultivation of the God Realm, in front of me as a martial artist of the Stubborn Stone Realm, you are as weak as paper paste, how useless are you." ”

The man on the opposite side quickly sealed his hands, and the black flying sword that sank into the rock, was inspired, circled up again, and stabbed Xia Ze's vest again with a whoosh, and Qian Dai took out a yellow talisman at this time and rushed towards Xia Ze.

Faced with the situation of attacking from both sides, Xia Ze not only did not carry the Shenxing Armor Horse Talisman to escape, but sneered, took out the Eight Desolation Fire Sword on his back, turned around and slashed towards the flying sword.

"Ding." With a crisp sound, the black flying sword shattered.

Qian Dai was terrified for a while, the connection between the flying sword and him suddenly disappeared, and the situation that was originally greatly beneficial to him was suddenly reversed, but it was impossible to escape at the moment, so he had to twist the yellow talisman in his hand.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, and hundreds of fireballs with the thickness of the bowl mouths shot out from the yellow rune paper, and the firelight was mixed with a cry like a ghost, and smashed towards Xia Ze.

Xia Ze slashed with a sword, leaving the fire and eight wildernesses, he was a half-immortal soldier with good quality, and he was congenitally overwhelmed by the fire technique, and it was natural to control the fire and control the fire.

Clusters of fireballs exploded one after another, and on the sword body, a raging fire ignited, and the momentum became more and more fierce, Xia Ze danced his sword and killed Qian Dai.

The latter's face was miserable, and he shouted: "Immortal Master Yan, save my life!" ”

The pendant on Xia Ze's neck is like a human heart, one by one, the red light flashes, as if he smelled the food and cheered, Qian Dai flew to the pendant by remote induction, and finally pasted it in front of Xia Ze.

Little by little, the yellow rune paper turned gray-white and fell to the ground.

Yan Song was shocked, this kid still has a magic weapon at the bottom of the box?

It's just that Xia Ze still didn't stop, and the Shenxing Armor Horse Fu seemed to have burned out the last trace of spiritual power, and his feet were like rolling thunder.

A sword stabs!

Yan Song killed in an instant, and in front of Xia Ze, he shot out with a palm.

Xia Ze seemed to have expected that Yan Song would not sit idly by, took out the Heavenly King Hanging Armor Talisman, blew out a breath of martial true qi, and a pair of golden mighty armor attached to Xia Ze's body.

The king of heaven hangs armor, and King Kong is not bad.

This sword failed to enter the chest, but the sharp sword qi still hit his heart hard, and the back of the shirt bulged, and finally the sword qi pierced the clothes, and one after another sword qi cut off a big tree behind him!

Qian wore a broken kite and smashed it on the ground.

There was already death on his face, and his originally strong body was now like a slug in salt, melting little by little.

Xia Ze supported himself to get up, his arms were numb, and the cracks on the shoulders of the armor were expanding, but fortunately, he didn't let him hit the heart with a little precaution just now, otherwise even if he had this armor, most of them would have died.

Yan Song clenched his fists and said with a solemn face, "Boy, you are so bold, you still need to see the owner to beat the dog, how do you want to die?" ”

"I didn't say I didn't beat dog owners."