"Sword ......"

The green-robed Yi Gongzi stared at the sword in shock, and he ...... Or maybe it had never seen a sword like it before. As if there were no ancients before, and there was no one after, a sword fell, purely from the mind, clearly in the mundane realm of the concept of time and space Hengyu, but across time and space.

This sword is not fast...... Rather, the person of this sword is no different from that of the heavenly immortals. If you want to cut the Tao, you must be on the same level as the Tao.

Nature...... Zhang Qinghe's sword is not to say that it is aimed at the immortals, even if it is waved at the overhaul, it is tantamount to scratching the itch of the boots.

However, it is still enough to deal with a Guizang.

Originally, when Bu Xingluo was released, the martial arts star who was suspended in the sky fell behind this young man, and the wind and snow swayed between the sleeves of the robe, he stared at the green robe in front of him, but there was some contempt in his eyes

- But I don't know when and where, he gradually stopped even paying attention to the monks of the Middle Third Realm.

This is not a good thing, but Zhang Qinghe does not have the leisure to adjust at the moment.

A fine crack began from the waist of the young man with ink-stained eyes, and spread almost instantly, the intertwined straw and branches were cut off at the waist, and it was easy to grow back, but in the next moment, it shook off from the crack and the layers of ashes were wiped out like fine sand.

The green robe was not stunned in his eyes, he just looked down cautiously, and he wanted to give some examples to Zhang Qinghe, but as soon as he touched the spirit element, the body, the soul, and the evil things all collapsed.

Originally, the old immortal law of fortune who seemed to be like a god of immortal life in the world, also seemed to have a fine slash mark in a sudden situation, and then fell obliquely, although there was no entity, it turned into a spirit element when it was close to the ground and dissipated, but it also caused a turmoil in the spiritual breath of heaven and earth, and the flying snow that originally rose downward in the valley rose to the sky with this spiritual breath.

"Good sword intent, good sword weapon ......"

The process is meaningless, and the outcome is decided.

The green-robed Yi Gongzi would not know that this sword was so miraculous, and he had not yet cast the secret method of guaranteeing the bottom and the magical powers of the rest of the two palaces, so he was doomed and divided between life and death.

The most lethal thing is not the sword intent, but the sword weapon, as if it has a natural suppression of it, and the moment it cuts through the shell, it has already mixed its origin into chaos-

It was as if there was an unknowable, even more terrifying avenue charm that stirred up its origin, which had never been able to distort others, and then sucked it up until it fell into the emptiness and nothingness of the spirit world.

Zhang Qinghe and the stars behind him shone a little brightly in front of him, and he didn't want to return to this broken thing that must be a dead thing, but the next moment, his eyes were surprised.

The alienated body, the shell that wrapped the torso like straw, was cut into ashes by a sword, and there was a clear red mark on the body.

But right now, blood gushed out, turning the front of the fat powder boy into a red color, and he gradually knelt on the ground, and the vitality of his body was finally broken.

Normal?!

Zhang Qinghe's face was pale, and with the blessing of the Son of Heaven, the remnants of the law were naturally the same as the demons and phantoms, and this fat powder boy was also willing to be left with only an empty shell by the parasitic straw evil thing, and after the roots grew and were killed by Zhang Qinghe, this little body's body was full of holes, all of which were occupied by blood.

It stands to reason that such a serious alienation of the physical body should have been chopped to ashes by the iron sword along with the physical body...... Why......

But Zhang Qinghe looked at the blood that diffused out, but he didn't step forward to check it first, but took a few steps back, and carefully stared at the big red sedan chair behind him, which had never moved-

The protagonist in the Ruyi class is not this fairy dragon set who has gone through the motions.

"You are a girl's family, and it is really not easy to support a huge wishful class by yourself. ”

Zhang Qinghe pretended to look around at the ashes in this place, and with a sword in his hand, he killed the class master who instinctively shrank when he saw this sword, and confronted the people in the sedan chair.

"After all, there are so many men, you have to do it yourself. ”

Naturally, the irony is very strong, after all, there are no living people in this troupe.

"Ruyi class?!"

Zhang San, who was supported by Daowen on the cliff, listened to Wude Xingjun's shout, and looked at the pile of monster ashes below with a horrified expression.

"The Ruyi class is a monster?!The Ruyi class turned out to be a monster!"

He trembled with fear, after all, he was just a child, and his heart was already filled with fear, if it weren't for the fact that something inexplicable around him was pressing him, he would have run away.

And right now, naturally, there are a lot of tears and snot.

"Hehehehe...... Childe is here to collect debts?"

The big red sedan chair at the end of the head finally opened, and in this state of dust and blood ashes, the man walked as gracefully as on the stage.

This is a girl's house, her body is delicate, she is also heavily powdered, her eyebrows are flowery, her face is graceful, Zhang San knows her, or has heard of her, she is the Ru girl who sings Danjiao in the Ruyi class, and I don't know how many old men are crazy for her.

She smiled as if the winter snow had lost its color, and there was an indescribable flattery. This thin indigo dress with some beads on it can be regarded as a sophisticated costume.

Ever since she came out, without the band, the restless sound of gongs and drums seemed to sound between heaven and earth, with a strange attraction that annoyed and chaotic, as if to draw people into an unknowable opera.

"Huh?"

Zhang Qinghe just snorted lightly, and did not put his doubts on his face.

Miss Ru glanced at the corpse of the boy kneeling on the ground, stepped forward with "pity", leaned over and wiped a finger of blood, and sipped it carefully, but it seemed that she felt that there was no aftertaste in it, and her face turned indifferent.

"When I moved him, I expected that these worms would come, but I didn't expect to come so early, and it would ruin my business. ”

She spoke calmly, but it was not a human speech, as if it was a joke and seemed to exist outside the sky, Zhang Qinghe could intuitively feel the anger in her words.

In a trance, it was like a fierce beast roaring, which was enough to make the mortal seven orifices that were closer bleed and the soul was chaotic.

"Destiny. ”

Zhang Qinghe took a slight test of the monster's personality with the Son of Heaven's hope and spiritual vision, and felt the same power as before he first invited the gods.

He tightened his iron sword, his eyes sank, and rested it on his chest—

In the branches of this time, he must not ask God unless he has to, if he exposes the breath of Taisu, this river will immediately be overturned by the Zhongtian God who will follow.

He exhaled a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of vastness in the valley.