Shen Changxi glanced at the three of them, shook the little yellow bell in his hand, and said leisurely: "Exquisite and small, shocking power, a must-have artifact for home travel!"

"Jingle bell!"

"What a beautiful voice!"

Before he could sigh, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he muttered in his heart: "Some time ago, the master gave me a treasure armor, which must be used here!"

"But let's try the true power of the little yellow bell first!"

The little yellow bell shook for a long time, calmly and comfortably, and walked forward comfortably.

"Whoosh!"

After a few steps, a white light meteor streaked across the starry sky, and the air sizzled and killed.

"What is this?"

"Flying swords?"

Wang Er, who was rolling around with his head in his hands, forgot about his discomfort for a while, his eyes were wide open, his face was full of disbelief, and he was completely shocked.

Flying Sword!

One of the strongest secret techniques of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Any disciple must have to reach a certain level of cultivation before he can cultivate.

Practice a flying sword, kill people for thousands of miles, and escape invisible.

Although Wang Er and the three of them are inner disciples, because of the foundation building, they have not been exposed to any information about flying swords until now, let alone cultivate.

"Flying Sword!"

"It's a flying sword!"

"Senior brother has practiced flying swords. ”

"The Immortal Breath is dead!"

Wang Er's eyes widened as they watched the white light fly towards the Immortal Breath. They will watch as they lie in a pool of blood, and die without blinking their eyes.

"Click!"

The flying sword hit Gu Huang Zhong with a click, and Gu Huang Zhong clicked like a porcelain bowl falling to the ground, and countless cracks appeared, and with the dense cracks, Peng's sound turned into a point of light and fell to the ground.

The little yellow bell in the hand of the Immortal Changxi also turned to pieces, and at the same time, the dazzling flying sword also lost its luster and turned into nothingness.

"It can only resist ordinary flying swords, and it seems that it needs to be improved. ”

His eyes burned, but he was not disappointed.

The flying sword is one of the strongest secret techniques of the Taixu Sword Sect, killing people for thousands of miles, hiding invisible, cutting mountains and rivers, cutting the sun and the moon, the power is amazing, his little yellow bell can resist the blow of the flying sword, which is obviously not bad.

"Senior Brother's flying sword didn't kill the Immortal Breath?"

"No!"

"It's not hurting!"

"This is a flying sword, the strongest secret technique of the Taixu Sword Sect!"

The three people on the ground were completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, it was as if 10,000 alpacas were rushing past them, and each alpaca was urinating on them.

It felt so sour that it was about to squirt.

Just when the shocked faces of the three of them were twisted and shrunk together, suddenly, a frightened voice came: "What's the matter, what's wrong with my Taigu Yellow Clock, why did it explode." ”

"What's going on, who am I, where am I, what am I doing, is there any danger, escape!"

"Run!"

The Shadow Breath walked forward with smaller, smaller steps.

“......”

Countless black lines appeared on the twisted cheeks of Wang Er's three people.

Under the bright moon, in the fairy mist on the top of the hill, a young man in white, hunting in white, with an extraordinary aura, his eyebrows are like a red-hot flint and a red glow, and his eyes are eagle falcons, revealing ferocity.

He clenched his fists and snorted coldly: "Thousands of strands of ice silkworm armor, Taigu Huang Zhong, is this the financial resources of the true disciples?"

The flying sword attainments of the young man in white are unfathomable, killing one person in ten miles, and he is invisible.

Killing the dead is like killing a chicken.

What is hateful is the wealth of the Immortal Rest, and the armor is one after another, just like grabbing a handful of leaves in the woods as money, and I don't care at all.

This kind of extravagant arrogance made him very unwilling.

The son-in-law of the ancient city family, the inner gate of the Taixu Sword Sect, what kind of background and financial resources, why is he not as good as an orphan?

Just because of the status of a true disciple?

The inner disciples have fifteen spirit stones per month, which is five less than the disciples of the true transmission of qi, but the family gives more than five per month.

There are more spirit stones than him, why can't he still afford these treasure armors.

The eyes of the young man in white became more and more ruthless, thousands of feet of ice and snow, and the cold made people panic, and suddenly, he understood.

If you can't cultivate, why spend spirit stones to buy fairy grass spirit roots, elixirs.

The young man in white spends two-thirds of his money on purchasing auxiliary cultivation materials every year, and the remaining one-third has to be on top of his daily life, so of course, there is not much left.

How dare you spend money like dirt?

"Hmph! Even the core disciples, Jindan-level cultivators rarely have a treasure like the Ancient Yellow Bell, even if your master loves you, it is impossible to give you two at the same time. ”

The young man in white clearly saw the surprised expression of the primeval yellow bell exploding in his hand.

Cultivating the Taixu Sword Sect's secret technique flying sword, in addition to mastering and using the flying sword, also requires a strong divine sense, such as comparing the flying sword to a right-hand man, that divine sense is undoubtedly the eye.

The eyes can accurately see each other, and the hands can accurately slap others.

The stronger the divine sense, the farther you can see, the stronger the power of the flying sword, and the stronger the lethality.

If only the divine sense is strong and can see far, the flying sword is not strong enough to fly to the opponent at all, let alone kill the opponent, on the contrary, the flying sword is powerful and can kill the opponent, but the divine sense is not enough, and it cannot hit the opponent, let alone kill the opponent, the two complement each other and are indispensable.

It is precisely because of this that it is impossible for any disciple to cultivate the flying sword without reaching a certain level of cultivation.

But the Mighty are not among them.

And judging from the previous flying sword destroying Gu Huang Zhong, the young man in white was stunned when he saw the immortal long breath, and then he was so shocked that the six gods had no master, and he didn't even know who he was, and then fled in a hurry, obviously this should be his only treasure armor.

"Run!"

"The son-in-law of the ancient city family must not be dishonored, you will die today!"

The white-clothed young man used his spiritual power, and a flying sword as small as dust slowly appeared in his mouth, and the flying sword gradually took shape, faintly flickering with cold light, and the killing intent gradually intensified.

The giant wood forest is as green as tender jade, the moonlight is mottled, the fairy mist is paved on the ground, the flowers are fluttering, and it is beautiful.

With a small step, he landed on the ground with his front foot, the fairy mist dispersed, the back foot was lifted, the fairy mist was elegant, and with the small broken steps, a series of fairy mist rose, incomparably beautiful.

"Hey, the front is the Yunhai Peak Mountain Gate, how can I be good!"

The mountain gate is ten zhang high, seven zhang wide, the surrounding thick clouds roll, thunder bursts, and the mountain protection array echoes each other.

The moonlight is sprinkled, like the essence falling on Yunhai Peak, refracting the Dao Xiahui, like looking down in the sky above Yunhai Peak, this is an upside-down pot-shaped light wave - Yunhai Peak's mountain protection array.

No one knows how strong the mountain protection array is, and no one has broken through it at all.

Shen Changxi's heart was very anxious, and his face was full of helplessness.

Such an expression was just taken into the consciousness of the young man in white, his cheeks twitched slightly, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "I know that I am in a hurry and afraid, and the next thing is when my soul is scattered." ”

The young man in white opened his mouth, the immortal mist in front of him rolled, and the flying sword pierced through.

"It's finally here, and if I don't do it again, I'll have to take a small step in place. ”

He calculated the time and continued to take small steps towards the gate of Yunhai Peak.

When he said that it was too late, he was just as he lifted his right foot and stepped into the mountain gate, the sword cut through the sky and hit him directly in the back of the head.

But the moment the flying sword hit the back of his head, the flying sword suddenly disappeared.

Without any warning, it just disappeared.

"What's going on?"

The young man in white was shocked, his face full of horror.

If the flying sword hits other parts of the Immortal Breath, perhaps the Immortal Breath wears armor and resists the flying sword, but the flying sword hits the back of the head!

If you have a shield, how can you not see it?

The young man in white improved his divine consciousness this time, and the power fluctuated like invisible ripples.

The gate of Yunhaifeng Mountain.

"Hey, he's a flying sword, which means something!"

The Immortal Breath swooped into the mountain gate.

"What's the matter, the flying sword just made him stumble?"

The young man in white had a bloodless face, and his mind was full of question marks.