Open the sky axe, slash!"

"Bang!"

With a stabbing sound, a large axe slashed at the flying sword.

The flying sword was slashed several feet, but as if it had gained some strength immediately, it turned the tip of the sword and shot out.

Yi Heng controlled the Open Heaven hoe and the Open Heaven Axe, constantly intercepting the flying swords that followed closely in the air.

At the same time, the left-hand gossip plate kept emerging Xun characters.

And the Yin Jiahua Divine Cultivator is fighting more and more fiercely, and a flying sword is all the magic weapons, but it is controlled by the gods.

After the tea, the place where the two fought was already thousands of feet in the sky.

Yi Heng finally knew that in terms of mana alone, he was at least five times different from the Divine Transformation Cultivator.

As the fighting became more and more intense, he became more and more irritable in his heart.

He knew that it was the demonic power he absorbed that began to rebel, and if he tried it again, he was afraid that he would go crazy first.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth.

The monk's life is not just the amount of mana, but the power of mana, body and soul.

Zhuge Wushuang couldn't spit it out for a long time.

Worried about Yi Heng, and feeling that the lake was extremely disgusting, he also took off and approached the place where the two were fighting.

At this time, in his divine sense, he saw that Yi Heng's eyes were red, and his body was full of bursting breath.

When he was worried, he saw him grinning and rushed towards the Yin Family's Transformation Divine Cultivator in a furious manner.

Before he could scream, he was seen punching the tip of the sword.

There was a hint of surprise on the Yin Family's Divine Cultivator's face.

Zhuge Wushuang's beautiful eyes showed regret.

"Collapse!"

A soft sound came to my ears.

To the great horror of the Yin family's Avatar Cultivator, the sword did not pierce his right fist, but was bent by a punch.

"Collapse!"

With another sound, the nine-foot-eight-inch young man in the Purple Mansion looked slightly panicked, and his condensed body was already weak.

But at this time, he had to grit his teeth and keep sending out the word kun, blocking in front of his fist.

"Collapse, collapse, collapse...... ”

The power is getting bigger and bigger, and letting the Yin Jiahua God Cultivator drive the flying sword, it will be difficult to stop the power of the iron fist after all.

There was a hint of hesitation on his face, apparently that he didn't know why it was difficult for this flying sword to pierce his fist.

I was about to go backwards, and suddenly I felt a palpitation.

Immediately, he understood why the Qin family monk had died.

"Bang, bang, bang....... ”

Zhuge Wushuang opened his mouth wide, and saw that Yi Heng was like a mad demon, and he didn't know why he could make the flying sword stop suddenly.

I don't know why the monk who was about to go backwards suddenly stopped.

I saw him swing his fists and slam them into the monk's chest.

She turned away in an instant.

Because she knew that if she didn't turn around, she would probably have to retch for a while.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and she seemed to feel the blood pouring on her like a drizzle, and even more so as to feel some minced flesh falling on her.

Why is it so close to the moment of regret, and why is it just at the downwind?

"Senior brother, how are you?"

"Not yet, not yet. ”

"Wushuang is most afraid of being rough, can you be gentle next time?"

"It's not the first time, how can Wushuang still be afraid?"

"No matter how many times, Wushuang is afraid of ....... ”

"Just get used to it!"

......

"I said, senior brother, you fight to kill people, do you have to beat him to pieces of minced flesh and disgusting Wushuang before you are willing?"

A day later, the red silk in Yi Heng's eyes finally dissipated, and the person became sober.

He and Zhuge Wushuang were still sitting on the shore of a mile lake, discussing the question of whether or not to blow up the monk.

"It seems to have been intentional before, but this time it was really affected by demonic power, and I couldn't help myself!"

Zhuge Wushuang was a little unconvinced, and asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise you look at Senior Brother's polite appearance, like a rude person?"

She turned her head and looked at him carefully.

Yi Heng's eyes tried his best to hide the edge, pretending to be gentle.

But after a few moments, he knew that disguise was useless.

"Look at you, Wushuang, you're a rude person!"

Zhuge Wushuang came to a conclusion and couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

Feet won't go into the lake anyway.

Even if the fish in the lake have devoured the scattered minced meat, even if the water seems to be crystal clear.

"What you see is just the fierce side of the senior brother, in fact, the real identity of the senior brother is a scholar. ”

"Don't you believe it! Reader?" A face appeared in Zhuge Wushuang's mind, which gradually faded away, and became transparent like this lake.

"Have you packed up the loot?"

"Do you still need to say this, the spirit stones, magic weapons, and elixirs are all classified, senior brother, after you beat that person, he fell into a coma, and Wushuang had to keep it first. ”

"Well, the old rule, you are one, I am ninety. ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Wushuang's pair of white eyes were ushered in, and an expression of meaning that was so clearly distinguished.

Yi Heng smiled in his heart, his brother is settling accounts, not to mention that there are too many places to use spirit stones in the future, so naturally he can't compare with this girl who has a backer.

At that moment, he was cheeky and took the storage bag from her hand, and with a sweep of his senses, he knew the approximate number, nodded with satisfaction, and moved to the storage ring.

"Senior brother, how long are we going to wait here?" she asked depressedly, looking at the bamboo pole on the surface of the lake, which was free of needles and bait.

Yi Heng found that she was staring at the bamboo pole, and seemed to be a little embarrassed, so he slowly hid the bamboo pole in the water, and said in a low voice: "It's soon!"

"Poof!"

A soft sound alarmed the two of them.

Zhuge Wushuang's beautiful eyes showed an incredible color, staring straight at the bright red blood water emerging from the surface of the lake.

Yi Heng only felt that the bamboo pole sank, as if something had hit the bamboo pole.

He slowly lifted the bamboo pole and roared, "There is such a thing?"

On top of the bamboo pole, a two-foot-sized fish kept struggling, splashing white water and washing away the blood that came out of the fish.

"This, this fish actually hit the tip of the bamboo pole by itself and passed through?" Zhuge Wushuang exclaimed.

He didn't exude a trace of mana just now, and he didn't use mana.

Today, she finally saw that wireless fishing without needles and bait.

"Haha, Wushuang, see it, I'm not far away when I leave, maybe today. Yi Hengda laughed.

In the divine sense, about five hundred miles, several figures flew towards here in embarrassment.

He shook the fish that was still struggling on the bamboo pole into the deep water, and the school of fish smelling blood was not long before the dead fish devoured it.

The fish are gone, and the lake is calm again.

He straightened his waist, pretended to be a tall man on his face, and gently immersed the bamboo pole in the water.

"Senior brother, you ....... ”

Zhuge Wushuang's soul is not strong, so naturally he didn't find the monk who fled from about five hundred miles, and he was very puzzled by his move.

"Shhhh

She was shocked, a stupid fish was surprising enough, could there be?

At that moment, he probed his divine consciousness into the water, but saw that there were not even small fish within a foot of the bamboo pole.

Yi Heng smiled secretly in his heart, and said to her mysteriously: "In the distance, there are more and more!"

Zhuge Wushuang reacted instantly, his divine sense suddenly covered into the distance, and finally saw the monk who fled in a hurry four hundred miles away.

First, more than a dozen monks, with panicked faces, came in a hurry.

Thirty miles behind them, there was an overwhelming number of monks, fearing that there would be millions of them.

But each monk looked terrified, as if he was running for his life.

"Teacher, senior brother, do we want to set up a formation?"

Zhuge Wushuang asked stupidly, his eyes swept over the surface of the lake, as if he was wondering where this formation was arranged.

"No, it's them who want to fish!"

Seeing his confident appearance, Zhuge Wushuang instantly admired it.

However, the delicate body still leaned towards him slightly.

In Yi Heng's divine sense, the more than ten monks before had obviously discovered their existence, and hesitated slightly, but continued to fly towards here.

The two of them are just Yuanying monks, even if they are defeated like a mountain, how can the two of them stop them?

As the distance continued to get closer, three hundred miles away, two of the more than ten monks suddenly showed surprise.

Yi Heng smiled secretly again in his heart, aren't those two brothers of the Zhou family, Zhou Chenghao, and Zhou Chengran?

It's just that I didn't expect that the two people who were originally extraordinary are now the generals of the defeated army, and they are hunted down and killed like lost dogs.

The two men apparently recognized him, whispered orders behind them, and hurried with the crowd.

Two or three hundred miles away, even if Zhou Chenghao and the two were extremely tired, it was only more than ten breaths before they reached the top of the lake.

Stretching out his hand and waving at everyone, the two brothers were the first to fall from the sky.