The immortal with the flame pattern in the sky had no intention of deniing it, but sighed helplessly, and then said: "It is a disciple of my sect, but my World Sword Sect only wants to take back the spirit sword of the Town Sect, and everything else is not the meaning of the World Sword Sect, but those juniors do it wantonly." ”

Mo Ming couldn't help but snort coldly, and said: "It's just those juniors who wantonly do it, since you are immortals, you have repeatedly plundered the world, is it really heaven and earth that don't care?"

"Little doll, if I want to destroy your Zhuangzi, just wave my hand······"

The black and white Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand swung forward, not giving these immortals a chance to explain at all, and said in a straight voice: "Please!"

My father didn't know where to go, but my mother opened her mouth, even if the Mo family was destroyed in his hands today, it was just my own incompetence. But if you retreat because of fear, then you really have no shame to face your ancestors and ancestors.

The injured white-clothed immortal flew with his sword again, unlike the time when the black dragon swept his tail, although this time he looked more embarrassed, but he was not hurt at all.

"Senior brother, today I will lead the heavenly thunder to burn this Zhuangzi, and let this ant who doesn't know whether to live or die see what the power of heaven is!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in the injured white-clothed hand waved, and the sky was really covered with dark clouds, covering the stars. Faintly, you can still hear the sound of muffled thunder. The sword was slashed, and in the dark clouds, a heavenly thunder with the thickness of four people falling down.

Even if the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky moved quickly, it was less than one-tenth of the thunder.

What the thunder refers to is the position of Mo Ming, the sword master of the Mo family. Mo Ming's bloodshot eyes were still fierce, and in the face of the thunder, he had no intention of retreating. The two-color Mo Yu sword in his hand slashed again, and the heavenly thunder fell on the tip of the sword, penetrating Mo Ming's body in an instant. The powerful electric current also made Mo Ming's body unable to move in an instant, her hair was destroyed, and her clothes were burned.

It was also at this time that the county lord behind Mo Ming saw his eldest son's body clearly. He is not as beautiful as a song, Mo Ming is a little whiter, and his body is not as strong as that of a song. But when he was naked, the criss-crossing scars on his back were shocking.

The thunder poured into the earth, and without waiting for the tiger guy to react, Mo Qu'er moved sensitively, and directly pulled the wrists of the two of them and hurriedly retreated.

It was also her quick reaction that prevented the county lord and the tiger guy from being implicated, and ended up being wiped out by the aftermath of the thunder.

The thunder penetrated the body, and Mo Ming's whole body was paralyzed, no matter how difficult it was to support, it was also plopping, facing down, and falling to the ground.

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky looked at his junior brother with hatred, and his tone was angry, and he asked: "You, you, you, even if you return to the sect, the elders don't blame, and the laws of heaven and earth are angry······

The injured white cloth curled the corners of his mouth, smiled contemptuously, and then said: "The law of heaven and earth, if that thing really exists, we can't do it even if we want to the lower realm." Senior brother, you are just too cowardly and cowardly. If we can't bring this sword back, it will be a great sin!"

The incident had already happened, and the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky didn't want to talk any more nonsense, and greeted him a few times, so that the senior brothers and sisters all took quick action, got over early, and returned to the sect to resume their lives.

But if there are one or two troublemakers, there will be a third, and a phoenix chirp came from the distant sky, and following the sound, a little spark approached quickly from the distant night. When Mars got closer, I could see clearly that it was a phoenix burning on fire.

These are all immortal cultivators who have cultivated this time, although they look mediocre, they don't have the immortal wind bones that came last time, and they may be like heaven and earth, which is incomparable.

The mount is a fire phoenix, and it will come to the Mojia Tianshui Villa, except for the lingering song, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a second person.

When Yingru Song also arrived in the sky above Tianshui Villa, the burning phoenix under the seat turned into nothingness, and he also jumped up at the same time, and then turned into a ghost and god. His long hair was red, his eyes were bloodshot like demon pupils, and the demon spots on his body also appeared at the moment when his clothes were destroyed by fire. The body leaped into the air, and a pair of black feathered wings spread out on its back. Hearing him shout again, Thirteen Hatreds flew around him as if summoned, and began to float and spin around the little master.

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky looked at the visitor carefully, and his eyes once again showed surprise. Today, I really picked up the treasure, and there was a hard-to-find wind spirit root on the ground, and now there is a fire wizard again. The black-faced man with the wind spirit root has not yet started, and the fire path kid in front of him has not yet achieved his ability, but with his eyesight, he can see at a glance that this kid has a solid foundation, unlike casual cultivation.

"Junior, you're also here to grab this spirit sword?"

In the face of inquiry, Ying Ruge was more concerned about the ruined Tianshui Villa, seeing the fainting Zhongxihou, and Mo Ming, who was burned by the fire and fell to the ground, his killing intent was pervasive in an instant.

For a moment, the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky had an illusion, as if he had seen the gate of the Eastern Netherworld and opened it. But it was only for a moment, I stabilized my mind and understood that people who came were not good at stubble.

But even if he is not a good stubble, in their eyes, Ying Ruge is just a doll who has only started cultivating immortals after all, and he can't pose any threat.

Without waiting for words to explain, it was like a singer holding it, and what he held was the dream of the mountains and rivers that had helped Zhongxihou. Among the thirteen swords, the most unfamiliar to him is this dream of mountains and rivers, but Mo Ming will never forget the story about it. I don't recall the past, but the corners of my mouth are hooked and I smile faintly.

Then his eyes were fierce, his wings fluttered, and he rushed towards the white-clothed immortal with a flame pattern in the sky. A sword swing, but not a sword move.

A "Mountain City Ming King Destroys the Wheel Slash" came out, and the demon turned into a demon urged to use the Buddha's move, which is really interesting. 168 Books

The huge golden blade struck, like the wheels of the Golden Crow Sky Wheel, crushing towards the white-clothed people. The beautiful white-clothed immortal dodged and blocked in front of the senior brothers, the long sword in his hand kept slashing, and dozens of Haoran sword qi struck. The golden blade dissipated in an instant.

"There is no momentum, but there is no cultivation to urge such extreme moves, interesting, interesting. ”

Prevailed, the words were provocative, and the lingering song was even more angry. What he had in mind was the various sword moves of Baiyun Sword Technique, but when he wanted to swing the sword to urge, it was difficult to make moves. It's really a loss of sword intent, and it's hard to urge.

"Ruge, these are immortals, and it's a good opportunity for you to refine your battle body!"

A voice came out of his head, except for Liu Sanqing, there would be no second person like this. Liu Sanqing jumped out of his body, still pure white, and his eyes were also empty white.

"All I can do for you is to protect these people······"

When he saw Liu Sanqing's figure, the injured white-clothed immortal couldn't help but move his eyelids slightly, and he couldn't help but "gurgle" with hatred. I heard his voice and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that your kid didn't go to the Eastern Netherworld after he died, and he became someone else's ghost servant, which is really a shame for my Sword Sect in the world!"

Liu Sanqing looked up, and he also recognized the white-clothed immortal, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I have been an immortal for three hundred years, but I lost to a worldly ant who is less than thirty years old, hateful?"

Hearing the ridicule, the white-clothed immortal, who was already a little short-tempered, immediately added three points to his anger, clenched the sword in his hand, and flew towards Liu Sanqing. Liu Sanqing didn't dare to hold it up, made a move with his hand, and shouted "thin horse" in his mouth!

A blue light flashed, and the short sword thin horse was already in his hand. Holding the sword again, Liu Sanqing smiled. If it weren't for that chance, where would I have the opportunity to turn my body from virtual to real, and fight side by side with my old buddy again.

The thin horse also seemed to respond, and the blade of the sword flashed a few blue lights.

On the battlefield, the opponent is strong, and there is no room for hesitation, if you hesitate, after all, your fate will fall. Liu Sanqing waved the short sword in his hand, the fast sword in the world, the nine stars flew down, and came again!

Liu Sanqing is no longer a person in the world, and this injured white-clothed immortal is even more unscrupulous, and the sword exudes colorful streamers, which are gorgeous and dazzling. Looking at it like this, two white shadows trembled, one exuding a faintly blackened ghostly aura, and the other exuding a brilliant colorful streamer.

Which is right and which is evil, just to see, it's really hard to say.

If Liu Sanqing is still there, it may be difficult to fight with Zhongxi Hou. But the strange thing is that the immortals who can easily crush Zhongxihou are entangled with Liu Sanqing, who is already a dead soul, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

One less, and there are still seven white-clothed immortals to face. Fang had already used the sword, Ying Ruge felt that he should give up, and with a wave of his hand, including the mountains and rivers in his hand, the twelve spirit swords flew towards Liu Sanqing's place. As for himself, his fists were clenched, and from his fists to his forearms, they all turned into pitch black.

There was a sturdy white-clothed immortal who saw Ying Ruge's movements, and he also thought it was interesting, this kid, isn't he also an immortal cultivator who likes to temper his physique? I saw that the muscles of his body were swollen, and the loose robe on his body was difficult to wrap, and it shattered into strips of cloth in an instant, some scattered, and some still hung on his body.

"Senior brother, let me meet this little doll. ”

When the words fell, he didn't use his sword, clenched his fists and flew towards Yingruge.

Immortals are different from martial arts, they mostly rely on immortal arts and magic weapons to fight, rely on tempering their physique, and use their bodies to contend with very few. When encountering the same kind, this sturdy white-clothed immortal will inevitably feel itchy, and it will be difficult to calm the hot blood surging in his body without a fierce battle.

These two immortal cultivators are like this, you punch me and kick me in the air, occasionally lingering like a song, and occasionally this sturdy immortal is even better.

The remaining six white-clothed immortals saw that the two fellow disciples were dragging the comer, and they also knew what they should do. Changed the formation and went back to trap the black dragon. The roar of the black dragon once again caused the ears of the people hiding in the villa to ache and make their hearts uneasy, and even those who were mentally fragile passed out directly.

The county lord and the tiger guy outside were still standing in place as if they were nothing. It's just that Mo Qu'er kept tugging at the sleeve of the county lord's coat, begging the other party to follow her to a safe place as soon as possible.

The county lord didn't know what to think, and looked at the pair of black feathers and immortals trembling in the air, his eyes were dull, and his body stiffened in place, turning into a stone man.

And on Liu Sanqing's side, he has thirteen hatreds to help, and his momentum has increased greatly. Every time he dodged the attack of the injured immortal, he would hand out a sword at a tricky angle. He only grabbed the gap to dodge, and then took the opportunity to draw his sword. Liu Sanqing slid around like a loach, which made the immortal even more embarrassed, and he was very angry.

He wanted to trigger the thunder again, but for some reason, this time, it failed.

Slightly distracted, Liu Sanqing was holding the peach demon in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it, and a hole was cut on his side waist. Liu Sanqing, who succeeded, retreated quickly, then floated in the air, and sneered: "In the past, when you started, you had no one in your eyes but were taught a lesson by my junior, and now, you are more likely to fall like this!"

Hearing this, the injured immortal turned against his previous appearance, his anger subsided, and disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. also sneered contemptuously: "I can wait, and you, Liu Sanqing, are a mortal after all." Since you're a ghost, I'll make you even a ghost!"

Then the colorful streamer was even worse, crisscrossing and weaving like a spider's web, and pounced on Liu Sanqing.