.Aunt? ”

Wise Qingxiu, who replaced a middle-aged woman as a hostel, pursed her lips, "The existing Dao order of your generation of Ge Soo Mountain is ranked according to seniority by the four words 'Lingbao Luofu', and those who entered Ge Soo Mountain in the first year of Jiaqi are classified as Luo Zi generations, according to this calculation, you are indeed my junior." Still."

Wise Qingxiu's words changed, and anger appeared in her eyes: "I don't like these two words very much. ”

"Okay, if you don't like it, I don't call it."

Luo Cheng raised his hands and pretended to be innocent, "Wise family master, then you can tell me that there are so many Dao orders to hunt down and kill Ling now, why don't you hide, but contact me alone?" ”

"Because I want to make a deal with you."

As soon as Wise Qingxiu's words fell, a bit of sharp cold light had already stared at his eyes.

It was a slender flying sword that was used as a stool by Luo Cheng under his ass in the last second!

Wear the stars!

It was only at this moment that the piercing wind whistle suddenly sounded, piercing the star into the eye socket of Zhi Zhi Qingxiu, but it was like drilling into a curtain of water, ripples, and the sword body flew out from behind the woman's head.

"Not dead? Then it seems that I have been pulled into a dream by you, the wise master is really good! ”

Luo Cheng smiled, ignoring the gloomy face of Wise Qingxiu in front of him, kicked his toes, and his body sitting in the air suddenly flew backwards.

At the same time, a miniature spell that flashed with black glow flew out of his sleeve and hovered between Luo Cheng's eyebrows.

Pavilion soap talisman, spirit seal dream!

Who has a big dream, I know it in my life!

Click

A cracking sound echoed in Luo Cheng's ears, and the sight in front of him was like a glass that began to crack rapidly from the center, and then suddenly exploded.

The horizon suddenly dimmed, and a world that was no different from before appeared in Luo Cheng's eyes.

The only difference is that the figure sitting in the second circle chair has changed from an ordinary middle-aged woman to a burly and vicious man.

"Wild Spirit?! Is this the real world, or is it just another dream?! ”

Luo Cheng subconsciously frowned, raised his hand to pinch the trick, and pointed at the flying sword that was dragging through the stars.

The flying sword that received the edict spewed out an inch-long purple tail flame and stabbed at the head of the desolate world.

Suddenly, the man's tightly closed eyelids opened suddenly, the bruises on the thick neck tattooed with ghosts and gods erupted, and a hideous smile appeared on his rough face.

Zheng!

Sitting in the chair, the absurd Shilie raised his fist and swung it out, smashing it against the sword edge with his fist, smashing it on the tip of the sword that pierced the star!

A tooth-aching sound of steel twisting echoed through the dilapidated room, and the piercing star seemed to crash against an impregnable steel wall, the blade bent and deformed, and trembled as it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hmm."

Luo Cheng let out a dull snort of pain that he tried his best to suppress, and the sharp pain that devoured his bones filled his mind, and the bun on the top of his head was directly burst out by the agitated spiritual power.

"Wu Si?!"

Luo Cheng's heart was restless, and until now he still couldn't tell whether he was in a dream built by Wise Haruhide or a real reality.

But no matter which one it is, the person in front of him is not something he can contend with.

Huang Shilie supported the armrest of the seat with both hands, and the white bones of the forest could be seen in his right hand, and the blood was dripping.

In the next second, his figure disappeared in place, appearing in front of Luo Cheng as if teleporting.

Click!

The seat in the distance was torn apart by the huge force, and the sound of tearing had just sounded, and a suffocating fist wind had already pressed in front of Luo Cheng.

Zheng!

The cold light of the tempering passed, and the clothes of the right hand of the desolate Shilie suddenly exploded into shards, and countless fine blood holes were cut on the skin of the arm, and bright red blood water spilled all over the ground.

His fist suddenly stopped an inch in front of Luo Cheng, trembling constantly, but he couldn't move an inch.

Click.

Dense black fine lines appeared on the white fist bones. On closer inspection, there were countless metal threads as thin as hair, and I don't know when they wrapped around the body of the desolate world, binding his body in place.

Golden Seal: Cobweb!

The fist did not touch the face, but Luo Cheng's nose bone collapsed crookedly for some reason, his head seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and the whole person fell backwards and rolled.

"Your Dao order is a bit interesting."

Luo Cheng, who was kneeling on one knee, looked horrified, only to see Huang Shilie's face full of cruel smiles, slowly put down his right hand that was clenched into a fist, his back was straight, and his legs were crossed.

"But this level of talisman wants to stop me, it's still a little too naïve."

As soon as the words fell, the body of the desolate world swelled as if it were inflated, and the muscles of his body bulged high, and he was extremely strong and confronted the metal cobwebs that had been retracted.

Clothes were shattered, blood splattered.

Bouncing bouncing

A series of sounds like a full moon pulling the empty strings of the powerful bow continued to explode, and the corners of Luo Cheng's eyes twitched continuously.

Seeing that the cobwebs were about to be broken by the opponent, Luo Cheng no longer dared to sit idly by, and raised his hand to pinch the broken flying sword that was twisting on the ground.

Click.

I saw that the Taoist stretched out two fingers to clamp the flying sword body, and with a slight twist of a special technique, he disassembled the distorted sword body and threw it away. Then he took out a talisman seal and pressed it on the bare sword, put his fingers together, raised his wrist, and a sharp blade spit out of the talisman seal.

In just a short moment, the flying sword piercing star, which was smashed to scrap by a punch from Huang Shilie, recovered as before, and took off into the air again.

Luo Cheng's expression was pale, and the sleeves of his robe were whistling, and miniature talismans flew out one after another.

Thunder Seal: Sting!

Wind Seal Tiger Roar!

Golden Seal Fish Text!

These talismans did not go straight to the desolate world, but were attached to the body of the star-piercing sword.

The golden threads were like spirits, and the blades went straight up, gilding the sword with a layer of sharp cold light.

The thunder exploded, and the wind howled.

The 'fully armed' flying sword broke through the air and struck in front of him the moment the desolate spirit broke free.

Poof!

A stout arm flew high, and before the blood could be scorched, the thunder burned into a fishy mist.

Seeing this, Luo Cheng's tense skin finally eased slightly, but before he could catch his breath, Huang Shilie, who had lost an arm, rushed straight like a tiger out of the gate.

Luo Cheng's eyes widened, the sword finger in his right hand suddenly hooked back, and the flying sword pierced through the stars and swirled in a swift arc in the air, turning around and back, slashing towards the head of the desolate world.

The desolate world in the midst of the wild rush jumped up without warning, spun in the air, and the star-piercing sword blade finally just passed by his neck.

"Die!"

Huang Shilie kicked Luo Cheng's heart in the air, and it could be seen from the stirring whistling sound that if this kick was hit, with Luo Cheng's mechanical strength, he would inevitably die on the spot.

Just as the last moment, a strange sound like an eagle falcon flapping its wings suddenly sounded.

Wind seal, wind seal, wind seal, or wind seal

Dense cyan miniature seals were pasted all over Luo Cheng's body, and the sudden air flow actually blew Huang Shilie couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Luo Cheng, who was soaring at a high speed, had no intention of flinching, leaned over and shook to let go of Huang Shilie's whip legs, his arrow steps were close, and his empty right hand was held weakly, and he stabbed at Huang Shilie's waist.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other party's strange movements, his expression was extremely contemptuous, and he didn't guard at all, just twisted around and swept the opponent's shoulder with the back of his fist.

"Piercing the stars!"

Luo Cheng shouted loudly in his mouth, and a flash of purple flame suddenly appeared in his right hand.

Unexpectedly, the flying sword pierced through the stars and turned back, and took the initiative to send it into Luo Cheng's palm.

With the blade in his hand, the wind seal that covered his whole body also burst out with all his power at this moment, like a substantial turbulence lingering around Luo Cheng's whole body, and an overwhelmed mechanical crash sound came from the bones all over his body.

Luo Cheng gritted his teeth, and the blade of the sword, which was less than two feet long, stabbed into the abdomen of the desolate world like an arrow from the string, until it was no handle!

Poof!

(End of chapter)