When the eldest white-robed swordsman heard this, he was happy, but he was not angry, and he said, "Venerable, don't be angry, the poor Dao and others are just retrieving the immortal items······

Without waiting for the crooked words to explain, Haunting Ruge punched again.

Looking from afar, I saw that the strange weather place emitted ripples in circles.

This time, no one was beaten up, but Haunting Ruge fluttered his black feather wings and flew backwards four or five feet, widening the distance between him and the three of them. Looking closely, I saw that the eldest white-robed swordsman spread out his right palm, and a gossip pattern was like a shield in front of the three of them. The touch of that punch, the star duel-female earth bat is afraid that it can't even compare to one-tenth of this gossip pattern.

The youngest white-robed swordsman saw his second senior brother perform what he thought was the most useless move, and when he saw that this move was surprisingly useful, he was overjoyed. I saw that he and his other senior brother each flew to the side of Yingruge, and the three of them formed a triangular formation, destroying the immortal moves used by the two senior brothers before.

"Gossip - lock the sky"!

The three Bagua patterns of the same size seem to be trapped by three high walls, and the three Bagua patterns are getting closer and closer.

With a shout of a song, the pitch-black dragon roared and flew towards the youngest white-robed swordsman. At this moment, I am afraid that the youngest white-robed swordsman will also secretly curse in his heart, scolding this lingering song for being shameless, and picking soft persimmons to pinch.

However, when the dragon slammed into the Bagua pattern, it was dissolved and dissipated in an instant, and he showed a smug smile.

Kui Mu Wolf looked a little depressed, even the youngest white-robed swordsman, according to the age of the world, I am afraid that it is nearly a hundred, how can the mind not be as calm as a young man. Even so, the haunting dilemma is still difficult to solve.

Ying Ruge flapped his wings and flew upward, but he saw the eldest white-robed swordsman sword commanding and shooting, shooting out thirteen sword qi, the sword qi seemed to recognize the master, and they were entangled in the song, he went to the left, the sword qi followed to the left, he went to the right, and the sword qi followed to the right.

Helpless, Ying Ruge had no choice but to urge another move "Star Decisive - Female Earth Bat", after all, he was at a high altitude, even if there was earthy vitality in the air, the earth wall that gathered was still as vulnerable as paper.

Thirteen sword qi broke through this dispensable earthen wall, but it only took four daos, and there were nine daos left to chase after this lingering song.

Kui Mu Wolf stopped watching the play, and pulled out the peachwood Xuanwu sword on the back of the phoenix, and saw him change and remove the wolf's tooth face armor. The years are urging people to get old, and the former bloodthirsty Taoist Twilight Zhitu is no longer young, if he lives safely, I am afraid that he has also passed the age of worrying about his children's marriage.

"Master Zu, don't blame, the criminals are not fighting for strength today!"

The words fell, and a sword stabbed out, it was the famous stunt "Heavenly Monarch Conquering Demons" in the past!

I saw a sword stabbed out, and the sword qi in the sky suddenly fell like a flowing arrow. The sword qi was facing the haunting song that was surrounded by the gossip pattern on three sides, and the haunting song noticed that the sword qi was falling from high in the air, and it was indeed not dodging or dodging.

In the next screen, the sword qi in the sky converged into one, turning into a transparent Xuanwu sword, spinning and shooting down. Just as the remaining nine sword qi emitted by the white-robed swordsman was about to hit the lingering song, the transparent Xuanwu sword touched the head of the nine sword qi exactly as it was.

The two sword qi struck each other, producing a tiny explosion, and Ying Ruge was slightly knocked backwards by the impact force for a distance of eight or nine steps.

The wound was a little red, and there were no scars on the flesh, but only a little pain.

Yingruge looked up at the Kui Wood Wolf, who had taken off his face armor and was kneeling on the back of the phoenix bird, gasping for breath. When he saw this person who was also a master and servant, and a teacher and friend, the corners of his mouth raised slightly to express his gratitude.

Kui Mu Wolf waved his hand, and only he knew that this sword would eventually lead the moth to the fire.

The sky where the dark clouds gathered faintly flashed bright yellow, and there was a sudden thunderstorm. Kui Timber Wolf looked up at the sky, with a helpless smile on his face, or his life was over.

Seeing this scene, Ying Ruge didn't care about the eldest white-robed swordsman making another move, only to see his right hand wave downward, and the fiery phoenix bird carrying the Kui wood wolf hissed, like lingering

As before the song, fold its wings and dive downward.

"Like a song, don't ······"

Before the aftermath dissipated, the Burning Fire Phoenix Bird, which had already been like Nirvana, had already flown far downwards for just a moment, and it was estimated that if it was only seven or eight more counts, it would send the bloodthirsty Daoist on its back smoothly to the small streets of the city.

Yingru Ge was distracted by this action, but he saw a golden handprint that was four or five points bigger than others, and slapped it on him with a palm. The body was knocked away, and even if he flapped his wings, he couldn't stabilize his body in the air, and when he stopped, his body had already hit the gossip pattern.

There was a fishy smell in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood, and his eyes were a little blurry.

Lingering Ruge's eyes widened angrily, a little sober. was about to fight back, and indeed the disaster was not a single line, and the thunder that day fell at this moment, impartial, hit!

Even if the arrogance is like a song, after being struck by the yellow and purple lightning, he can't help but let out a cry of pain, embarrassed.

The three white-robed swordsmen naturally understood the power of this thunderbolt, and at the moment when they were sure that the thunderbolt would hit like a song, they destroyed the flying sword, and their bodies rushed backwards to avoid this fatal blow.

Looking at the lingering song again, the demon spots on his body began to fade gradually, and the pale and bloodless skin began to return to its original wheat color. What's even worse is the pair of black feather wings on his back, the feathers begin to fall off, and the wings begin to disshape.

If the Kui Wood Wolf who has returned to the earth sees such a scene, he is afraid that he will not be able to forgive himself even if he regrets it, and after many years of forbearance, he will not be able to escape the eyes of the heavenly people after all.

Yingruge's right hand turned into a red feather, and before he could turn into flames, the youngest white-robed swordsman urged a flying sword with golden light to break away from the "swastika" sword formation, and the thunderbolt destroyed the burning red feather.

Haunting like a song naturally hates, helpless, this is also considered to be inferior to people, don't complain about the sky.

Yan Xiao has received thirteen disciples in his life, twelve of them are geniuses with excellent qualifications for cultivating immortals, demons, and one is a mortal martial artist without any immortal fate.

Lingering Ruge is naturally one of these twelve demons, but helplessly, Yan Xiao made good use of the wind in the past, and his lingering song is really bad.

I saw that the lingering song urged the immortal family's body, and a sky-high flame pattern gradually turned out at the center of his eyebrows, and he saw the breath flowing, and gradually converged into a floating cloud at his feet. But helplessly, the cloud did not finally take shape, and the three white-robed swordsmen did not make it difficult to interrupt and dispersed on their own.

The art of resisting the wind is no longer possible, and the song is like a rebirth plan, and with a snap of the fingers in his right hand, he sees a dragon shining with golden light invisibly. He adjusted his body and soared onto the dragon's head.

The three white-robed swordsmen with immortal wind bones drove the gossip pattern, destroying thirteen flying swords, trapping a white-haired junior riding a golden dragon in the center.

The youngest white-robed swordsman also found it interesting to see that this junior could still use the move of half Qi Yuan and half immortal power.

"Second Senior Brother, this kid can do it. ”

I saw that the eldest white-robed swordsman also nodded, expressing his approval of Ying Ruge. However, the white-robed swordsman who was in the middle of the age sighed regretfully, and listened to him: "It's a pity that I have already entered the demon and cannot enter my Sword Sect." ”

When Ying Ruge heard this, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and said: "Even if the deity is not in the devil, how can it be that you can wait for the miscellaneous fish to take it!"

The youngest white-robed swordsman was not happy, as his senior brother said, Ying Ruge had already entered the demon, and he could not enter the great immortal cultivation sect of his World Sword Sect.

Seeing that his cultivation is no longer reserved, killing intent, up!

"Poor Dao misses the common people, and hereby implore the Lord of the Ages to borrow the Demon Slaying Sword to use it!"

When the words fell, I saw that the sky that had been tossed by the haunting song was covered with dark clouds, and in an instant, one hole after another was broken, and the sun fell from the holes, shining on the earth.

I heard a long and piercing sound, and I couldn't tell what kind of creature it was, and in the next moment, I saw a blue light piercing through the dark clouds and adding another hole.

A turquoise three-foot long sword slowly fell, the youngest

, The white-robed swordsman who claimed to be Nian Cangsheng flew forward and grabbed the demon slaying sword of the Ancient Venerable Lord in his mouth.

Nian Cangsheng held the Demon Slaying Sword head-on, and saw that Nian Cangsheng's hands holding the Demon Slaying Sword began to molt like fire, and this Demon Slaying Sword emitted ripples like clear water.

At the same moment, it seemed that because this demon-slaying sword was so strange, there was a faint thunder in the dark clouds. Seeing this, Ying Ruge jumped forward, jumped off the golden dragon, raised his hand, and the golden dragon jumped into the dark clouds with the wind.

"Star Decisive - Horned Wood Jiao!"

Ying Ruge clenched his right hand into a fist, his fingers were erected, and he pointed to the direction where the golden dragon disappeared. The action was over, and only the sound of broken bones was heard, and Ying Ruge cried out in pain. Sure enough, this formula is not yet mature, and it should not be rushed at will.

Nian Cangsheng's movements had not stopped, and he saw that Yingru Song was falling and accelerating, and he urged the flying sword to chase after him.

"Senior brother, no!"

The oldest white-robed swordsman had just spit out four words, and it was too late. I saw something flying out of the dark clouds, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

The white-robed swordsman in the middle of the age saw it clearly, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, it turned out to be a roaring dragon, and it turned out to be the previous golden dragon wrapped in a layer of black and purple lightning.

It wasn't until the dragon wrapped in black and purple lightning crashed into Nian Cangsheng's back that a deafening thunderclap was heard in the sky.

"Senior brother!"

"The common people!"

I saw that Nian Cangsheng's body was like a remnant leaf and let the wind blow, and the demon slaying sword in his mouth of the Ancient Venerable Lord also turned into green smoke and dissipated.

Ying Ruge, who also fell with him, had already dropped his right arm, and he probably spit out a few mouthfuls of thick blood just now, and his teeth, which were originally as pearl-white, had been dyed red.

He grinned, extremely proud, but his eyes were fierce, and he said viciously: "Even if the deity will never recover, he will not let himself go too lonely on the Huangquan Road!"

The remaining two white-robed swordsmen were furious from their hearts, and they all urged thirteen flying swords scattered with golden light to shoot at Yingruge, and the flying swords only flew half the distance, but they were interrupted by something flying out of thin air.

It turned out to be just a simple sword qi, an ice-blue sword qi shaped like a crescent moon.

The white-robed swordsman in the middle of the age looked in the direction where the sword qi was flying, and what met his eyes was the same sword qi.

I saw him wave the sword in his hand, intending to block this ice-blue sword qi shaped like a crescent moon, but helplessly, this sword qi was too domineering, and it forced him back a few feet in the air.

The older white-robed swordsman didn't have time to distract, only to see another ice-blue sword qi shaped like a crescent moon staring at him, no longer having the demeanor of an elder, and he had already cursed this troubled person in his heart.

Seeing that he urged the thirteen flying swords that had interrupted the process, they turned into a "swastika" again, barely blocking the sword qi.

"What did you do!"

The eldest white-robed swordsman spoke angrily without the demeanor of an immortal.

"Senior brother, go back to the sect first. ”

The eldest white-robed swordsman nodded helplessly, and thirteen flying swords flew towards Nian Cangsheng, who was in a hurry to fall, carrying him and the other two white-robed swordsmen away.

Looking at the lingering song again, it has long been in the state of running out of oil and withering, and it is only a matter of time before it falls to the ground and dies.

Wandering in this life, going through everything, it is like a marquee playing in my head.

"Yue'er, brother······"

Hate, hate, hate!

The ghost boy Dalang stored in his body has long been so tired that he can no longer show his powers after he is ghosted, crying, distressed, and hate, hate, hate!

Even if he and Da Lang become one, there are few enemies in the mortal world, but what can I do, people who come are not general, after all, they can only drink hatred.

One hates that his name has not been shown, his wife has not passed the door, his revenge has not been avenged, and his ambition has not been rewarded.

One hates that his debts have not been paid, his siblings have not seen each other, his kindness has not been repaid, and his life has not been fulfilled.

One person and one ghost, or dissipate this, the six reincarnations, have long been irrelevant.

(End of chapter)