"Go!"

Ma Yuanhua's pupils shrank, and he felt a great sense of threat to his life, his cold hair stood on end, and his heart trembled.

He looked frightened, hurriedly stretched out his hand, and in a low voice, he made the two Xuantie long swords kill with all his might!

Two dark iron long swords, connected from end to end, lined up in a straight line, break through the air and kill!

Needle tip to wheat mang!

The flying swords and long swords of the two collided fiercely in mid-air!

Bang Bang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing like Huang Zhong Da Lu!

The air wave spread and shook away, and the masonry on the ground was violently lifted!

Two dark iron swords were knocked away!

The sword and red dragon continue to kill!

"Impossible!"

When Ma Yuanhua saw this scene, he was in disbelief and looked frightened.

"My mana is far higher than you, how can it be me who loses!"

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to lift up a huge amount of earth and rocks, trying to resist the flying sword again, but unfortunately to no avail.

Everything that resisted in front of the sword and red dragon was easily penetrated!

Swish!

The flying sword that killed ten zhang in front of him flashed in Ma Yuanhua's sight!

He snorted, his body stiffened, and he looked down in disbelief.

I saw a thumb-thick blood hole in his chest, and the blood was gushing out!

The red dragon of the sword has passed through the air and fallen hundreds of zhang away.

Yao Muyun frowned.

The move he made just now was aimed at Ma Yuanhua's heart.

But it's a pity that the flying sword, when it collided with the two Xuantie long swords, seemed to be a little off.

"No! I don't want to die......"

Ma Yuanhua's face was pale, he was holding the wound on his chest, his robe was stained red with blood, and there was endless fear in his eyes!

He clearly felt the approach of death, and the shadow of death enveloped him.

Ma Yuanhua used his magic to dig out a few feet of ground under his feet, and he wanted to escape again.

The previous hesitation, resentment, and reluctance were gone, and only the fear of wanting to escape as soon as possible remained.

"Where do the demons escape!"

Yao Muyun urged the sword pill in his left hand and broke through the air to kill.

Two Xuantie long swords, one of which was knocked away by the red dragon of the sword just now, pierced through the house to another street.

One fell not far from Ma Yuanhua and was inserted diagonally into the ground.

He hurriedly controlled the Xuantie long sword, blocked the flying sword, and several feet of ground under his feet flew into the air.

"Brother Song!"

Yao Muyun didn't have much mana left after casting a killing move, and there was no hope of breaking through the combo of the Xuantie Long Sword in front of him and knocking Ma Yuanhua down and killing him, he looked anxious and shouted to Song Yuan.

"Change!"

Song Yuan's eyes were cold, and he turned into a huge black eagle, spreading his wings, flapping his wings and setting off a violent wind, and slamming into the kill!

Ma Yuanhua watched Song Yuan turn into a black eagle and kill, he hurriedly wanted to attack with the imperial Xuantie long sword, but was stopped by Yao Muyun's flying sword.

Although it didn't stop for long, it was enough for Song Yuan to kill in front of Ma Yuanhua.

"No!"

Seeing Song Yuan holding sharp eagle claws like fine iron casting, Ma Yuanhua looked frightened and shouted.

Swish!

Bloodstained!

Ma Yuanhua's neck was fiercely torn apart by the sharp eagle claws, and the blood gushed like a spring!

He reached out and tried to cover the wound on his neck, but in vain.

Ma Yuanhua looked at Song Yuan in horror and fell headlong from mid-air!

He fell heavily to the ground, blood pouring down quickly, his breath weakening, and he was on the verge of death.

Several feet of land without an envoy also smashed heavily to the ground, turning into scattered earth and stones.

Call!

"Seven years ago, if you had recovered from your injuries and killed them immediately, and if you didn't look for any dark iron, maybe you wouldn't have died.

Song Yuan fell to the ground with a strong wind, lifted the spell and turned back into a human form, looked at Ma Yuanhua on the ground, and slowly shook his head.

"It's a pity...... But thank you, these blackiron are of great use to me."

Ma Yuanhua, who was lying in a pool of blood on the ground, heard this, his eyes were round and lifeless, and he turned into a corpse, with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

Seven years later, Ma Yuanhua was still defeated, but unfortunately this time he failed to escape and died at the hands of Song Yuan.

The demon came back after seven years, and killed people in Xiaoshan City, and the two immortals once again saved Xiaoshan City, and this time killed the demon in one fell swoop.

The people of Xiaoshan City were very grateful to Song Yuan and the others, and even decided to build a temple for the two of them.

A few days later, Yao Fuzhong.

"It's a pity that I'm not from the Heavenly Sect, and I'm still far from the God Refining Period.

These incense wishes are of no use to me. ”

Song Yuan shook his head.

"But...... If I reach the Divine Refining Stage in the future, I may be able to see if I can find a way to obtain the cultivation method of the Cangtian Sect. ”

The cultivation method of the Cangtian Sect after the God Refining Period seems to have a unique way of using the power of incense to accelerate cultivation.

In addition to the ten-to-one time flow rate of the mural world, the people in the mural world are also a kind of cultivation resource.

Now that he is still far from accepting Qi Xiaocheng, the matter of the God Refining Period is a little too far away for him.

Song Yuan put this matter aside for the time being.

With a wave of his hand, there were three more Xuantie long swords in front of him.

Among them, there were two swords with gaps on their edges, which were caused by the collision between Ma Yuanhua's imperial envoy and Yao Muyun's flying sword that day, as well as several Xuantie needles.

These are extraordinary things that will help him open his next mural.

The three Xuantie long swords were the common results of him and Yao Muyun, and only half of them originally belonged to him.

He used the doppelganger technique and Yao Muyun in exchange for the remaining half.

The doppelganger technique was exchanged, and he didn't lose anything, not to mention that this was a mural world.

He had almost half of the remaining black iron for nothing.

Song Yuan put away the Xuantie Flying Sword and Xuantie Needle again, and took out a cyan storage bag from his arms.

Looking at the storage bag in his hand, he frowned, looking a little helpless.

This storage bag is the one Situ Hao gave him.

So far, he has not succeeded in refining it.

"I don't know how big this bag is.

The mana I have cultivated in the seven years of cultivation of the Qingxu Cave Tribulation True Sutra is still not enough to refine it. ”

Situ Hao, as a great power who has already become an immortal, is indeed not ordinary even if he gives it casually, but unfortunately it is so extraordinary that he has not refined it yet.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had a cloud wonderland to store my belongings, it would have been a bit of a hassle. ”

Song Yuan shook his head and sighed.

His eyes twitched slightly, and he thought instead.

"I've been in this mural world for seven years, and I don't know how long I can stay. ”

......

Three years later.

Retreat for years, decades, or even hundreds of years is normal for cultivators.

Since Song Yuan had become a cultivator, he had to get used to this kind of life, and in fact, he was used to it very well, and he hardly felt particularly boring and bored during the retreat.

In fact, these three years, like the previous seven years, are not strictly speaking.

Retreat is to practice all the time in the cave.

He would occasionally take a break and go out for a walk.

During this period, Yao Muyun and Su Wanniang wanted to go to various places to play, and he went out with them, which also verified one thing.

The places he can go to in the mural world are not open up and expanded by following the protagonist, it seems that it must be mentioned in the legend or there is a plot to happen.

On this day, Song Yuan stopped cultivating.

Because he vaguely felt that the time he could stay in the mural world seemed to have come.