The people who came to stop Li Xiu on this trip were all strong, and if these three people could survive Chen Zhimo's chessboard, it naturally meant that they were stronger.

Especially these three people are all Yin Cao people, and the cooperation of the same qi and branches is also a tacit understanding.

It's just that Shang Ling, who was standing beside Li Xiu, had a sinking complexion, and with his strength, he could only deal with one person.

Fortunately, Xu Yingxiu was also very strong, and the dust flew out of her hand like thousands of silk threads intertwined into a curtain, and then surrounded Li Xiu in it, she greeted the three of them with her empty hands, and the rain-stained Taoist robe was gently swinging.

It's obviously a battle, but this picture is beautiful.

The pale gray robe was like a dark flower floating in Anjing City that day, Xu Yingxiu frowned and had a cold face.

Even though he didn't have the dust in his hand, he still stopped the three Yin Cao Youye monks tightly in front of him, so that they couldn't move an inch in the slightest.

Her palms broke through the attack of the three people in front of her like a lotus flower, and a golden talisman suddenly appeared behind her, which was completely condensed with spiritual energy, and it was imprinted in the sky in just an instant.

Li Xiu's eyes condensed slightly, listening to Xuelou's method to converge the world, although he didn't dare to say that it was perfect, but it was included in all aspects.

This method of using talismans will naturally be, but it is impossible to condense in such a short period of time.

In order to achieve this almost instantaneous level, there is only one place in Datang that has such a method.

Wudang Mountain!

He was silent, and at the same time, he also knew in his heart why Drunken Chunfeng wanted to enter Mohui Valley.

I see.

He still wanted to defeat Wang Zhiwei, so he could only enter Mohui Valley.

It doesn't matter if it's worth it or not, as I said at the beginning, liking someone doesn't matter if it's worth it or not.

The golden talisman with its mysterious power was instantly imprinted on the bodies of the three people, and then exploded, and then transformed into thousands of seals to suppress the Quartet.

Yin Cao's three figures retreated violently, and then they suddenly raised their heads to look at the golden Dao seal above their heads, and their faces sank in unison.

But Xu Yingxiu's body rushed forward again without stopping.

At present, the war situation is chaotic, and it is possible to survive only by killing to stop killing.

The autumn rain fell, endlessly, and Lu Buju's sword was only a finger away from Chen Zhimo, and the tip of the sword pointed at the eyeball seemed to be stabbing down at any time.

Behind him, four men leaped into the air, holding Bing Ge and the Dharma Seal

Immediately after that, they blasted out.

Chen Zhimo's eyes slowly closed at this moment, he raised a hand, and his two fingers gently closed in the air to make a flower-shaped, as if he had crushed the plum blossom in front of Zifei's door in the academy.

The movements are casual, even slow and gentle.

But such an inconspicuous two fingers firmly pinched the sword in Lu Buyu's hand, making it impossible to move an inch.

The hair was flying, the spiritual pressure exploded from the surface of the feet, and the roaring aura stirred up the clothes to dry the rain and fly in all directions.

His fingers strained, and there was a crunch at the knuckles.

The sword was broken in half.

Then Lu Buyu's body flew out, hunched over like a prawn, and then dragged a long trail on the ground.

The autumn rain and the river made the ground muddy, and the broken sword in Lu Buyi's hand stuck into the ground and forcibly stopped his body, he stood up and looked at his chest with his head down.

The clothes were torn apart, and a dark purple palm print was clearly imprinted there.

He stared at Chen Zhimo from afar with wide eyes, and for the first time there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

How dare he?

"Are you looking for death?"

Lu Buju looked at Chen Zhimo and asked out loud, this time he was not threatening, he was really asking.

Because the methods of the other four wandering monks in the sky had already bombarded them, it was impossible for Chen Zhimo to dodge at this distance.

But he was just able to dodge, but he unexpectedly chose to break his sword and snap his ribs in the chest.

These four attacks fell together, and Chen Zhimo would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Swap your own serious injuries for Lu Bude's serious injuries.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a good deal.

Chen Zhimo did not answer, and his raised arm did not drop.

He raised his head, and a pale light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, spreading above his head like a ripple, and four fierce attacks fell on the ripples, and the pale light curtain trembled violently as if it could be broken at any time.

At the same time, the blade of the severed long sword had just fallen from the sky and landed in the palm of his hand.

Mysterious fluctuations slapped out, and the half of the long sword instantly turned into powder.

The powder drifted out with the wind, as if it were rising from the ground

The dandelions flying in the sky were generally sprinkled on Lu Bude's body.

Sword powder covered his entire body, and no one was spared from the top of his head to his feet.

Lu Buyu was still holding the broken sword in his hand, his eyes were still staring at Chen Zhimo, but his chest was no longer undulating, and his pupils had lost focus.

He stood on the ground and did not fall, but he had lost his life, and he could not even find a wound on his body.

The pale color above the eyebrows gradually transformed into strips of ink, and the gray-black color spread into ripples, and the bodies of the four people fell from the sky.

Chen Zhimo took a step forward, blood spilled from his mouth, his eyes were a little gloomy, and the folding fan on his waist appeared in his hand, and then the fan opened and closed like a sharp blade across the throats of the four people at the same time, raising blood flowers like plum blossoms.

He still used the fan after all.

Except for the roar in the sky and the clash behind him, everything in front of him returned to calm.

Chen Zhimo shook his body and shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's really embarrassing!"

He sighed, the coldness that kept falling above his head made his eyes that had begun to drift back a little.

He looked sideways and looked not far away, and now there was only one person left in front of him.

Big Red Robe.

The big red robe was also looking at him, and their eyes met in mid-air.

"Three Divine Martial Soul Cultivations. ”

He whispered.

"What do you want to say?"

Grinning, bright red wrapped around his teeth, Chen Zhimo asked.

"He deserves to be the chief of the college. ”

Da Hong Pao sorted out his big flower clothes and said seriously.

The three cultivators of the Divine Martial Soul have all entered the threshold of the wilderness in unison, which is of course an extremely remarkable thing, and it can only be said that he is worthy of being the chief of the academy.

What else can be said?

There is no doubt that the success of a major is greater and stronger.

However, there is a difference between the sample and the sample and the sample.

And it's huge.

"I regret meeting you today. ”

There was a moment of silence between the two, and the cold wind blew the autumn rain on their faces.

The big red robe spoke.

And then there are some regrets.

"Then you might not have to die. ”