Guan Rong smiled back, pretending not to understand.

Old fox!

Feng Zhiping scolded in his heart, retracted his gaze, and turned his head to look at Zhan Qianwu.

It's only been a long time since I've seen her, and this eldest sister's strength has improved again.

When she thought about Dongdayuan, she had not yet been promoted to Shenzang, and she was forced to be embarrassed by Gou Anjie's fight, and she joined forces with herself to kill it with all her might, and now it is only half a year, and she can compete with such monsters.

Horror!

Pressure!

With such terrifying qualifications and such a terrifying entry speed, it is no wonder that no one in the capital dares to marry, which martial arts boy has no pressure in the face of such a "fierce wife"?

Firewood, rice, oil and salt quarreled, but they didn't dare to scold, and when they turned around, they poked their backbones and said that they were eating soft rice, which was simply asking for their own guilt!

Looking at Zhan Qianwu, he couldn't help but think of his second brother.

Feng Zhiyou is known as the first person of the new generation, the person with the highest talent and the fastest improvement after the Tian Yuan Continent has been named Mo Xiu, but compared with Zhan Qianwu, Feng Zhiping feels that the second brother is still slightly inferior.

Hey, don't think about what you have and don't have, dig people.

Feng Zhiping estimated the situation of the next battle, glanced at Guan Rong, who was quietly watching the battle, turned around and ran to the location where Niu Chunhan was buried, squatted down and continued to dig.

The ground has long been beaten by monsters, and it is easy to dig, but the soil is too loose and there are too many gravels, and there are no tools to take advantage of, so every time you dig it will backfill a lot.

Zhan Qianwu was divided into three points, six were on the opponent, one was vigilant against Guan Rong, and the rest was on Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiping's gaze at her made her very uncomfortable before, and she always felt that this guy's eyes were weird, not like he was thinking about good things, and when he wanted to turn around and scold, this guy looked away again, ran to the side and started digging, which made her relieved and puzzled at the same time.

What is he digging?

Baby?

It's possible.

This guy wants money and doesn't want to die, and he even dares to grab the fruit in his hand on the floating island!

It's a pity that he was too weak to grab it, and all the fruit was eaten by himself, if he could grab it and eat less for himself, then...

The vague wild night came to mind, Zhan Qianwu was ashamed, and after taking a sip in his heart, he realized that something was wrong, in the midst of the battle, how could he think about these irrelevant things?

Magic!

The sword in the monster's body has phantom spirituality, which can not only confuse perception, but also affect sanity!

Damn, careless!

Zhan Qianwu woke up in an instant, and when he looked at it, the monster was gone.

What about people?!

Broken!

Looking back in the direction of Feng Zhiping, he saw the afterimage of the monster, and his huge body swept behind Feng Zhiping at a high speed that did not fit his body shape at all, and his fists were raised high and smashed down violently.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhan Qianwu couldn't save him and screamed to warn.

Feng Zhiping also realized that something was wrong, and his color changed in shock, and he subconsciously wanted to fly away, but he hesitated when he moved.

He can dodge, but the heavy punch will hit the ground, Niu Chunhan is still buried underneath, his spiritual sense has already felt that there is still a faint vitality below, but if this punch goes down...

"Grass!"

After a moment of hesitation, Feng Zhiping scolded, between hiding and not hiding, he chose the benevolence of a woman.

The three-foot Qingfeng was inserted into the ground, and the strong spirit exuded spiritual sense to avoid Niu Chunhan's position, and the Yuan Force poured into the sword body without restraint, and the Yuan Force and the spiritual power, which had nowhere to vent, instantly found a breakthrough and frantically poured into the sword.

"Sword cage!"

Suppressed low drinking, Jian Gang burst out, and surrounded himself to death layer by layer, and a large amount of soil rose with Jian Gang, encircling him like a cover.

The next moment, the heavy fist fell, and the outermost layer of earth shell was broken in an instant, and the sword qi inside was slashed into fists and flesh, but it couldn't stop the fall, and the exposed fists were still pounding down on him.

At the last moment, a figure flashed in front of him.

"Let's go!"

Guan Rong snorted, his hands into claws firmly choked the monster's wrists, his fingers buried deep in the flesh and clenched the bones, the scimitar drilled out from the forearm and cut along the monster's arm, and the pieces of meat were thrown around like snowflakes.

The monster howled in pain, gave up Feng Zhiping, howled and pushed him all the way forward, and finally knocked down with a hammer.

Guan Rong let go and retreated, suddenly felt something strange on his side, raised his hand to block, and with a bang, the person was swept away.

"What a strange force!"

Guan Rong exclaimed, if it weren't for the cutlass that appeared in time to protect his forearm, his arm would have been broken.

In a flash, the monster almost disappeared into his spiritual consciousness again, and when he saw that the other party gave up on himself and killed Feng Zhiping, and Feng Zhiping was still squatting there without moving, he suddenly became anxious.

"Let's go!"

Feng Zhiping didn't want to go, but he couldn't.

It's not to protect Niu Chunhan, but he can't move at all.

The sword species is a greedy fool, and he has tried his best to protect the sword cage that protects his body, and the internal and spiritual power that can be vented makes his meridians comfortable for a while, and then a more massive amount of feedback strikes. 90 look

This time, he even heard the sound of the meridians swelling and breaking, every hole on the blood itself overflowed wildly, and the indescribable pain instantly drained all his strength, he couldn't move, let alone hide, he couldn't move his hand away from the hilt of the sword.

What's even more terrifying is that the spiritual power origin of the ground-level lower grade did not completely explode as before, but merged with the Yuan Power of the Silk to form a cycle that made his scalp tingle!

The unrefined spiritual power continued to pour into the body, spreading to the whole body under the mobilization of the sword species, and in the blurred vision, he saw the huge fist with open skin and flesh hitting him, and in a panic, his vision darkened, and he fainted with his eyes open.

The moment he lost consciousness, the sword species changed, and it suddenly came to a standstill with its rapid rotation, no longer devouring spiritual power and no longer throwing out the Yuan Force silk thread, and the surface of the round sphere was undulating, as if something was desperately struggling to get out inside.

As it wrestled, each thread of Yuan Li began to surge in a specific rhythmic wave, no longer conflicting with the unrefined spiritual power, but instead attracting and continuously absorbing the scattered spiritual power to the surroundings.

The change started from the sea of qi, and quickly spread to the whole body, from the meridians to the flesh and blood finally broke out of the body, and after coming to the outside of the body, not only the spiritual power of the treasure blade, but even the scattered heaven and earth spiritual energy began to converge to this side.

In the outside world, at a critical juncture, Zhan Qianwu arrived in time, swept his fist away with a shot, swung around the waist of the gun, and hit the monster heavily and flew it out.

"How are you?"

Zhan Qianwu turned around and asked, but saw that Feng Zhiping's eyes were blank, and he was unconscious.

"Drag the oil bottle!"

Zhan Qianwu's heart was relieved, and he reached out to grab someone, his face changed greatly when his hand was stretched out halfway, and the spear danced back again and again, firmly blocking the sudden sword qi.

"This?!"

Zhan Qianwu was shocked, Guan Rong was also shocked, both of them were gods, and they clearly noticed that the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth was moving, and slowly and continuously converged towards Feng Zhiping.

The most incredible thing is that the direction of convergence is not swords, but people!

As we all know, the ones who can have this kind of impact on the aura of heaven and earth are at least in the late stage of Shenzang, and those who do not directly affect the physical body through the treasure blade are the physical and martial souls that have interacted with the life of the natal divine soldiers.

How did he do it?

The two of them were stunned, the monster was not, seeing that Feng Zhiping was motionless, he stood firm and reflexively attacked again, rushed to the front and closed his hands with his hands open and forcefully together, wanting to shoot the person to death.

"Flying Immortals..."

With a dreamlike murmur, the two big hands of the monster quickly closed disintegrated silently, and the bones and flesh seemed to be chopped into mud by thousands of knives, and together with the body, they were pushed out by an invisible force.

Flying out two or three feet, the monster began to fall, falling heavily to the ground, the whole process of his body has not stopped disintegrating, from the arms to the body, when he landed, only the part of the chest buried in the sword was still intact.

It was only at this time that Zhan Qianwu and Guan Rong saw clearly what was the perpetrator, it was a wisp of wind, a wisp of wind composed of sword qi.

The sword aura was extremely soft, but it was sharper than the sharpest blade, and everything in its path turned to powder.

Feeling the breeze blowing in front of them, the two of them retreated in horror, only to find that the wind faster than them did not hurt them in the slightest, and was blowing past them like a real wind, and the two looked at each other and stopped in a daze.

Qingfeng's target is only monsters, but the monster's vitality is extremely tenacious, and it has been cut by thousands of knives over and over again, and it has almost become a human stick with only a skeleton, but it is not dead.

"What's that?"

Guan Rong saw it, and found that the sternum exposed by the monster was wrapped with dense black lines, which looked like hair at first glance, and then looked more like insects, squirming slightly to help the monster heal the wounds, and the roots were all planted in the same place - the sword.

Zhan Qianwu felt that the roots of her teeth were itching at a glance, and she didn't answer Guan Rong, she turned her eyes back and continued to look at Feng Zhiping in shock and worry.

"Could it be Gu?"

Guan Rong asked and answered, but he was not sure.

Gu Nai said to the side, there were not many people who cultivated, and he hadn't seen much, but it was certain that he had never heard of any kind of Gu that could be as weird as the monster's.

Zhan Qianwu also thought so, but she didn't care, what she cared about was Feng Zhiping.

At this moment, Feng Zhiping is not at all popular, but the corpses that still have residual warmth are alive than him.

In this way, he firmly controls the power that does not belong to his realm, and wherever Qingfeng passes is his sword field, even if there is no hostility, being in it, she also feels chills in her heart.

Seeing that the monster was immortal, Feng Zhiping tilted his head slightly, and slowly raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Falling Immortals..."

Suddenly, a substantial sword shadow appeared above the monster, crystal clear and smoky.

The shadow of the sword turned, the tip of the sword was facing the monster's chest, and as Feng Zhiping's finger pressed down, it suddenly fell, and suddenly turned and flew out halfway, colliding with an old woman who appeared at some point.

The old woman didn't expect that she would be discovered, she held her willow leaf double knife with both hands, and after smashing the sword shadow, she snorted and took three steps back, and looked at Feng Zhiping who summoned another sword shadow in shock.

"Cheng Ma!"

Zhan Qianwu was stunned, she didn't expect Cheng's mother to find out that she was sneaking away and came here with her.

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was about to make a move again, she hurriedly ran to Mama Cheng, shouting as she ran: "Stop! Mama Cheng is my Mama, there is no hostility!"

Mama Cheng was anxious: "Girl, don't come here! This child is no longer sane and can't understand human speech!"

"No, he can understand! You put away the knife and disperse the hostility, he won't hurt the non-hostile!"

While speaking, Zhan Qianwu ran to Mama Cheng and pressed her hand, and turned to look at Feng Zhiping.

"Cheng's mother has no malice, your enemy is not her! Hey, bastard, wake up, did you hear me!"

Feng Zhiping did not react.

He saw that the old woman had put down the knife, but he could still feel the hostility of the other party, and seeing that Zhan Qianwu was inconvenient to draw the sword in the middle, he dispersed the sword shadow and waved his hand to lead a breeze.

"You!"

Zhan Qianwu was angry, Cheng's mother raised her sword again and prepared to disperse the sword qi and take Zhan Qianwu to go first, at this moment, a majestic figure fell from the sky and kicked Feng Zhiping's back.

Feng Zhiping staggered, but before he could react, his neck was grabbed, and there was a chaotic sound in the back of his head.

"Stinky boy doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and stays here fooling around, you're crazy!"