"It's just a low-level flying sword, what can you do to me?"

He Zhiqian said with a smile.

Indeed, Suningan's flying sword is a low-level flying sword, there is no weapon spirit, and a trace of the breath of the crow falls on it, but it is only an auxiliary role, and it cannot be dominated, and Suningan's divine sense is the main force that dominates the flying sword.

It's just that this dominant fit is not enough.

Therefore, the column on the data panel is only in the realm of Dacheng, and it has not yet stepped into the consummation, and it is far away from the consummation.

In this way, the flying sword can only fly in the real world, cannot penetrate the void, and cannot borrow through the real world.

In this way, it is naturally impossible to lock the weird aura.

In the real world, the speed of the flying sword is extremely fast, however, after all, it is still not fast enough for the divine mind to rotate, and it seems to have stabbed He Zhiqian, but in fact, it is just a mistake in the perspective, and the flying sword stabbed only an afterimage on the field of vision.

At that moment, He Zhiqian escaped into the real world.

Of course, it is not a simple matter to escape into the void of the real world and then manifest it, and it requires a lot of energy.

This is the reason why He Zhiqian's figure has become a little more illusory, if it is not in the third layer of the spirit world, but in the first layer or simply in the real world, he will definitely not be able to do it to such an extent.

The third layer is the core of the spiritual world, and it is the last layer of nesting dolls, which is the home of weirdness, and the restrictions on weirdness by the rules are far less than that of the outside world.

The golden-armored godman grabbed the flying sword.

At first, Xue Mingyuan was shocked to see Su Ningan cut off Mr. Shu's head with a knife.

However, he understands what Su Ningan did, after all, it was Mr. Shu who did it first, and it was reasonable that you want to kill someone and be killed.

Xue Mingyuan likes happiness and hatred, so naturally he can't point fingers at other people's happiness and hatred, and if he does that, it won't be Xue Mingyuan, he just sighed, there is one less person on his side, and he is congenitally lame, and it seems that he is more than lucky.

Then, he saw the flying sword.

Low-level flying swords are also spiritual weapons.

Perhaps, there is a glimmer of life!

I can't count on support or anything, He Zhiqian's weird and unknown method used to cut off the magic connection between this space and the rear marching fortress, and let the mages behind not have any suspicions.

I can only hope that Suningan's flying sword can play a role.

Then, he saw He Zhiqian summon a golden armor god general, and grabbed Su Ning'an's flying sword.

I couldn't help but exclaim.

"Divine magic, please?"

Please magic is a unique spell of the Daomen, only the real mage who has received the inheritance of the Daomen treasure can be cast, obviously, He Zhiqian is not a real person of the Daomen, this magic is just a simulation, and the invitation is not a real god general, but a simulation of the weirdness of the divine general's breath.

This is the power of the folding fan.

It's just that even if this golden armor god general is fake, the aura it exudes is also domineering, Xue Mingyuan can feel that even if he recovers his breath and sends out a sword in his heyday, this guy can resist it.

At this moment, a trace of despair passed through his heart.

However, he never stopped, and still walked towards He Zhiqian.

He Zhiqian didn't look at Xue Mingyuan, who was struggling towards him, in his mind, Xue Mingyuan, who had lost his innate true qi, was already a dead man, so he didn't have to worry about it, and the reason why he didn't die was just because he hadn't done it yet.

He looked sideways at Suningan.

"Boy, I think you and the woman you raised are still on the right track, or why don't you just merge into one?"

"The beauty of a woman needs to be experienced day and night!"

When he spoke, the smile on his face remained the same, as strange as ever.

Suningan sighed.

As soon as the thought moved, thirty-six acupuncture points were opened, and the true qi doubled, and the divine consciousness also doubled.

The flying sword is glorious.

Like a blooming sunflower.

The hand holding the flying sword suddenly became virtual, turning into bits of light and shadow, then the arm, and then the torso, because it couldn't resist the energy contained in the flying sword, the entire energy mass completely collapsed, and it was impossible to construct a complete shape.

In Xue Mingyuan's sight, only half of the torso of the previously majestic Golden Armor God General remained, and half of his head remained in its original state.

The flying sword broke through the golden armor god general and flew towards He Zhiqian.

Again, penetrating He Zhiqian's afterimage, it was in vain.

A few zhang away, He Zhiqian reappeared and took back the folding fan, he still had a smile on his face, as graceful as ever, however, the emotions in his eyes changed, faintly shining with anger.

"Can't catch me, blind ......"

"Really?"

Su Ningan also had a smile on his face.

The next moment, the running geese fell silently and chopped the snow song.

Although it is a suture technique, and it cannot be put on the table, it is a bit low-level for the congenital, however, the martial arts that Suningan can use is this, and the eight strikes of Canglang have not yet been introduced, and they have not yet been cultivated, so they can't be counted on for the time being.

The figure was like electricity, and instantly appeared in front of He Zhiqian, who was a few feet away.

The horizontal knife is like electricity, and it is cleaved out.

He Zhiqian was split into two pieces with a knife, however, this was still an afterimage, his figure appeared on the other side of the dirt slope, and there was still a few zhang distance from Su Ning'an, before he could speak, the smile on his face was not formed, and the flying sword slashed through a golden light.

It's still an afterimage.

The next moment, He Zhiqian appeared a little farther away.

"You can't catch him like that!"

Xue Mingyuan saw Su Ning'an rushing over like lightning and piercing He Zhiqian's afterimage again, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

"If you can't lock this guy like Mr. Tree locked on Master Mei, this guy can escape into the real world at any time, you do this, purely to compete with him and consume, every time you hit with all your strength, how can you be weird?"

"You have to think of a way to ......"

Xue Mingyuan mentioned a few words to Suningan.

However, let him figure out a way, he can't think of it.

His way of fighting is reckless, and now it seems that Suningan is more reckless than him, and it is even more impossible to expect Suningan to come up with a weird way to lock it.

Again, Suningan rushed towards He Zhiqian.

His speed was obviously much slower than before, and in Xue Mingyuan's opinion, this was a sign of lack of internal strength.

"Boy, you can't catch me!"

He Zhiqian still had a smile on his face, and this time, he had time to speak, staring at Su Ning'an like a cat teasing a mouse.

Su Ning'an's face was expressionless, and there was no sense of helplessness on his face, only as transparent and deep as water.

"Whew!"

Slash it out with a knife.

The knife slashed at the folding fan that moved with He Zhiqian.

The flying sword flashed out from one side and flew towards He Zhiqian, and the two were almost at the same time.

At this time, the expression on He Zhiqian's face changed.

The smile froze, and then, like a mirror, cracked, and the whole body became more unreal, and a wisp of black qi escaped.

"Ahh

In the void, a piercing scream vibrates.

Not far away, Xue Mingyuan, who was looking this way, heard the scream, fell to the ground and fell to the ground in an instant.