The wind never ends, the rain never ends, and at sunset, the wind and rain finally stop. Kang Ping looked up at the sky, and suddenly remembered the bright clouds of Chixia Valley, and he was really a little embarrassed in his heart, I don't know how the master will arrange, when will he be able to leave Tieling Town and return to the familiar Jiangnan, no longer like a withered leaf, forgotten in the windy and sandy Western Regions.

He was a little depressed, and he hesitated to embark on the way home.

Halfway through, my scalp was numb, as if I was being targeted by a poisonous snake in the grass, and my heart was beating wildly. Kang Ping reacted very quickly, his wrist flipped, and a burnt yellow diamond talisman appeared between his fingers, and with a slight wave, there was no wind spontaneous combustion, and the talisman turned into a yellow light, condensing into a trembling film of light, protecting him.

The Tibetan Snow Sword and the Short-handled Goose Scythe came in an instant, and were blocked by the Vajra Talisman, and passed by him silently, returning in vain.

Kang Ping was horrified in his heart, he had never fought with Jian Xiu before, and he heard the same door say that the flying sword came and went, sharp and fast, even if it was not inferior to the magic weapon, he had always thought it was an exaggeration, and today he suddenly encountered a sneak attack, only to know that the rumors were true. Sword cultivation is conducive to quick success, and Fu Xiu is really inferior by three points, if he hadn't asked the master for a vajra talisman to protect himself before going down the mountain, it would be difficult to escape the disaster of killing this time.

With a miss, the whole body retreated, and in a stunned moment, the pair of men and women had already escaped with their swords and disappeared into the reckless mountains. Kang Ping sighed, depressed, so he had to put away the vajra talisman and return to the rented courtyard in Tieling Town.

The night was low, the stars and the moon were hidden, Kang Ping pushed open the courtyard door, and a black shadow rushed to his face, and the strong wind mixed with scattered raindrops drowned him in an instant. "Someone is sneaking up!" he hurriedly stretched out his hand and patted the back of his head, and spat out a swarthy token from his mouth, five inches and five minutes long, two inches and four minutes wide, and five minutes thick, densely engraved with talismans, black smoke and thick air.

It was Kang Ping's natal magic weapon ten drum beats that had been cultivated for many years with his own essence and blood, and he was only a line away from the magic weapon.

"Zheng" sounded softly, and the ten drum beats would be hit by an iron rod, and the twelve Gen Earth True Elements would be superimposed on top of each other, Kang Ping would be struck by lightning, and a mouth full of blood would spurt out, and the point would make him tremble like a dead leaf in the wind, and a deep crack would collapse.

In a hurry, he used his natal weapon to resist the fatal blow of the iron rod, grabbing a gap in the first line, Kang Ping hurriedly waved out the vajra talisman and withdrew the ten drum commands. The wind was blowing, the black shadows were heavy, the iron rod was haunting, and it frantically impacted the light film transformed by the Vajra talisman, and countless bean-sized talismans lit up one by one, and disappeared in an instant, Kang Ping did not move, his hands formed a magic trick, and he went all out to urge the ten drums to command.

The thin clouds gradually opened, the moon was like water, Kang Ping saw the shape of the opponent clearly, it was the tall man who had a side in the inn, he was very vigilant in his heart, and the point was about to be beaten, several phantoms rotated like a marquee, one of them gradually condensed into an entity, jumped down from the token, stretched his body, and swelled into a hideous demon beast, which looked like a crocodile and a lizard, covered in scales, dragging a thick tail, with small eyes and a wide mouth, his tongue kept expanding and contracting, his saliva was dripping, and his fierce appearance was revealed, it was actually a juvenile earth dragon!

Suddenly there was a hot wind in the courtyard, Wei Qiqi put away the iron rod and flashed aside, and a good-looking woman appeared behind him, pinching the sword trick, holding a strangely shaped flying sickle, and the fire was flowing, like a dream. Kang Ping nodded secretly, and said in his heart: "That's not a flying sword, it's a flying sickle, Kunlun is a disciple of the Hook Sickle Sect, no wonder she is so young, it's so amazing! Well, she looks like she's only ten years old, and she looks taller than me......

Yu Yao snorted lightly, and bent his fingers towards the short-handled goose sickle, swinging out a dark red flame.

The sword cultivation of the five elements of pro-fire, pouring the true yuan, urging the flying sword with the sword trick, can exert all kinds of flame powers, such as the stone fire red flame of the stone fire sword, the seven love fire of the love sword, the dragon kiss fire of the red scale sword, the Guiyuan demon fire of the Sanyang sword, the burning fire of the wrong golden phoenix sickle, and the wild goose feather fire of the short-handled goose sickle, the most powerful, although Kang Ping has the vajra talisman to protect himself, where dare to take it hard, he hurriedly drove the earth dragon to rush forward, opened his big mouth, and swallowed the wild goose feather fire.

The next moment, the earth dragon burned to ashes, Yu Yao stood unsteadily, swayed and took a few steps back, obviously not having the strength to strike again.

Wei Seventeen immediately pounced forward, waved the iron rod and continued to smash the vajra talisman, Kang Ping scoffed, recited the incantation in his heart, and urged the ten drums to beat the command.

The iron rod was blocked by the vajra talisman, in vain, Wei Qiqi put away the iron rod, released the Tibetan snow sword from the sword bag, and slowly rotated against the trembling light film, at first a little clumsy, like a baby toddler, not very steady, after a few laps, he seemed to have mastered the trick, the sword body was as steady as a vertical cone, the speed was getting faster and faster, the light film gradually collapsed under the strong drilling of the flying sword, forming a whirlpool-like funnel, countless shiny talismans rushed to the tip of the sword, but they couldn't stop the flying sword from pressing step by step.

Kang Ping was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but suspect that the guy had been a carpenter with a hoop barrel, and he was used to pulling drills to make holes. The resilient light film finally couldn't bear the heavy pressure, and collapsed into a scorched yellow talisman, slowly falling down, and the Tibetan Snow Sword roared, like a broken bamboo, and went straight to Kangping.