If it was a mortal who killed grievances, it would be fine, but Luo Yuan felt that the aura around Fang Cai was slightly affected, which meant that it was the monk who was slaughtering mortals.

Although the monks did not interfere much in mortal affairs, Ning'an City was under the jurisdiction of the Liuyun Sect after all. If the rest of the monks make trouble in the mortal world, they will take shelter or two. There was a fire in his backyard, so Luo Yuan had to take care of this matter.

He stepped forward with his sword and saw three corpses at a glance. When I looked at it again, I saw that although the three corpses were pierced, there was not a trace of blood flowing out, which was extremely weird.

Not far from the corpse, there was a man standing. This person was wearing a black robe, covering his body, and even wearing a hat, and his face was difficult to see. Above his right hand, there was a ball of blood, presumably congealed by the blood of the three men. Seeing Luo Yuan at this moment, he set his eyes on Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan frowned

The monks he had seen were all upright and ethereal. It is some seemingly vicious men, but they are also upright, but they have a more explosive personality. It seems that such a cruel and evil person in front of him is the first time he has seen it.

"I just thought that the blood of the three mortals was not enough, so I came to a doll with a seventh-layer qi practice, and God really helped me. When the man saw Luo Yuan, he was overjoyed as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.

When Luo Yuan heard this, his heart sank. This person can see his own depth at a glance, but it is difficult for him to see the slightest hint of the other party. But the person in front of him didn't seem to have any fluctuations in cultivation, but his aura was a little chaotic.

Luo Yuan slapped the storage bag and drew his sword out, just as the third elder said, the remnant sun was no longer enough to deal with it, so he could only use the plastic yang sword to resist. There is not the slightest procrastination, and the time of the fight is too late to change. The sword burst out, and a sword aura that swept across all directions burst out, slashing directly at the man in black.

When the sword qi passed, one or two trees around him accidentally touched it, and they immediately broke off and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised.

But the momentum was so rapid that he couldn't think too much. Immediately, a palm was slapped, and a monstrous aura erupted. Unexpectedly, there was a bad aura condensed into a handprint, and it hit Luo Yuan directly.

I saw the big hand and the sword qi collide, and the three corpses first rolled up under the qi wave, and then exploded.

Just as the corpse rolled up, Luo Yuan's eyes moved, and he was slightly surprised in his heart. These three people turned out to be the three people that the old man with mung bean eyes casually referred to that day. On that day, the three laughed at their ignorance of the world, and the old man said that the three of them would not be able to do more than five days, and there would be a bloody disaster. Unexpectedly, it was only the third day, and the three of them had died tragically here.

In this way, if the old man really has some ability, the man in black in front of him is afraid that he will die for a lifetime.

In the forest, the palms condensed by the sword qi and evil qi all dissipated, and the surrounding trees were either shattered, or cut off at the waist, and it was difficult to calculate for a while.

"Huh?" The man in black was slightly surprised, just a palm, not to mention the seventh layer of Qi training, even the cultivation of the ninth layer may not be able to take it. "This little doll is not simple, since it is a member of the sect, it cannot be delayed, and it is directly finished, so as not to cause extraneous branches. The man in black thought.

Immediately, the black-clothed man flicked his sleeves and gathered into a knife, and where the knife passed, there was nothing to stop, even the earth, and it couldn't help but shatter. This blow has transcended the cultivation of qi and reached the power of the foundation building monk.

The foundation building monks, flying to the sky and the earth, the gods are swept away, and there is nothing to hide. If it is said that the qi practitioner opens the stele and cracks the stone, then the foundation builder is under the full force and can destroy the mountains and forests.

Luo Yuan's heart sank slightly, the power of building a foundation, this person is not simple. The sword has arrived, Luo Yuan gathered the true yuan in the body of the plastic yang sword, sang and went crazy, and slashed away.

"Poof", but seeing a mouthful of blood spraying in the air, Luo Yuan shot backwards. However, although he was injured, it was not serious, but it was the evil qi that entered the body and was eroded by some evil qi.

"Huh, the magic weapon, it's a lot of money to practice qi. The man in black was surprised again, Luo Yuan's own combat power was close to Zhuji, and he had a magic weapon in his hand at this moment. Although it is difficult to exert all the power after all, it is enough to win back a section when the enemy has no enemy.

"However, that's the end of it", the black-clothed man was slightly annoyed in his heart, and with his own foundation cultivation, he couldn't take down a doll with a mere seventh-layer Qi cultivation in one go. Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, who knew if he still had any people from the sect nearby, and he had to be killed directly.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength, Luo Yuan knows the reason. Although the other party is careless, but the two killing moves are definitely higher than their own cultivation, but they can't be estimated by common sense.

"If he makes a killing move, how can I resist", Luo Yuan frowned, the current situation is not optimistic. "Perhaps, only in this way can we see a glimmer of life", Luo Yuan said secretly in his heart.

The man in black would never give Luo Yuan more reverie, and his hand pinched the magic trick, and his mouth was full of words.

Just as he was pinching the words, Luo Yuan moved, and the five-style Remnant Sun Sword Technique came out coherently, and the murderous aura was compelling. The spirit is highly condensed, the cultivation is running wildly, the Shaping Yang Sword is shining, and the blade of the sword is unimpeded. This move is comparable to a full-strength blow in the early stage of foundation building, directly hitting the center of the eyebrows of the man in black, and wanting to kill him with one blow while he is unprepared.

Seeing this, the black-clothed man shrank his pupils, and he made a mistake in the secret path, thinking that he was just holding a foundation-building magic weapon with an ordinary disciple. Unexpectedly, the little doll in front of him turned out to be a sword cultivator.

"If it's a sword cultivator......," the man in black didn't know what to do, but his face was slightly gloomy, and his expression was slightly solemn.

Just at the last moment, Luo Yuan's sword had arrived, penetrating the center of the black-clothed man's eyebrows with lightning speed. Under the sword, the earth shattered, and a ravine a little deep stretched away. The man in black didn't have time to scream and fell to the ground and died.

Luo Yuan put away his sword and shook his head: "Reciting words and pinching tricks in front of swordsmen is also a talent." Fang wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

From the beginning of the fight to the moment, the other party has always been cautious, how could he make such a mistake at a critical moment? There is only one possibility, and that is to be tricked.

Thinking about this, I only watched the vision change abruptly. Looking around again, I didn't know when I came to a village. Just looking at the village, there is no trace of life, the walls are ruined, the houses are collapsed, and the desolation is endless.

Suddenly, in this empty world, the voice of the man in black came from all around: "Little doll, how does the old man's illusion taste?"

Luo Yuan didn't make a sound, but closed his eyes tightly, hoping to judge the direction from his words. It's just that the voice echoes in all directions, and it is difficult to distinguish for a moment, let alone that the blackfriar is still eyeing him.

It's just that when Luo Yuan's eyes opened and closed, he saw poisonous snakes crawling all over the ground, and a rough estimate showed that there were as many as 10,000. Although the Qi cultivators were far beyond the ordinary, tens of thousands of poisonous snakes were enough to kill them, and even ten lives were enough.

Just as Luo Yuan was about to slash with his sword, he suddenly felt a sharp pain. The pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if the three souls and seven spirits were being burned by the fire of the netherworld.

"Little doll, you have fallen for the illusion, plus the three evil fires of the old man, you will die in a moment and a half, and there will be no place to bury. Another sentence echoed all around.

The severe pain was in his body, and the ten thousand snakes were around, and Luo Yuan's face was still cold. Between life and death, the more chaotic the heart, the faster it will die. At present, we can only fight against the water and live to die.

"It seems that this is the only way to do it. Luo Yuan thought in his heart, and immediately shook the sun, his body turned sharply, and he swung his sword out, and the power was amazing. But seeing that the sword qi is like a rainbow, it is like leveling the four seas and shocking all directions. The surrounding poisonous snakes were shattered one after another, unable to enter, and the fallen leaves were flying all over the sky, scattered and broken.

Luo Yuan stopped coughing up blood, his consciousness was already slightly blurred, but the sharp pain in his body was still there.

"Hehe, it's just a waste of effort. Don't you want to hurt the old man in this way?"

If anyone comes, you can see a man in black with a hat on his head and his hands behind his back in the woods. There was a red fire behind it, like an ancient beast, trying to engulf the people in front of it.

The other person, whose body was attached to red mangs, had bruised muscles, was covered with sweat, and the corners of his mouth were still overflowing with blood, and the winner had been decided.

Just as the fire was swallowing Luo Yuan, Luo Yuan suddenly burst out, and a sword stood out, pointing directly at the black-clothed monk. This style is the pool in the flowing cloud vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, which is as quiet as water, waiting for the enemy to move first, and then attacking. Luo Yuan rushed forward without reservation.

"Impossible!", the blackfriar exclaimed, as if struck by lightning, he suffered a sword, and although he was not dead, he was not lightly injured. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a sword mark was finger-wide and a palm on his chest. This is also the foundation building monk's vigorous blood, washing tendons and cutting the marrow far beyond ordinary people. If you change the idlers, I'm afraid you'll have already turned into a dead corpse at this moment.

"This is impossible, how did you see me? With your cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to break the old man's illusion. He asked in his mouth, but he was not slow in his actions.

Although Luo Yuan still couldn't break the illusion, he could see the leaves floating in the air abruptly!

Immediately, he used the last style of the Liuyun Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique he had learned, and it was also the strongest move. Back then, the Liuyun Sword Immortal covered the avenue in this way, making people feel that the heaven and the earth were turned upside down, and they directly slashed the opponent's Dao Enlightenment. The overhaul of the god that fell in this style does not know the geometry, which can be called the style of slaughtering the gods.

It's just that Luo Yuan's qi cultivation is far from enough to stimulate the power of this technique, but it is just copying the sword technique and melting his own power. Even so, it is difficult to sweep away the edge of ordinary foundation building in the early stage.

On the other hand, the black-clothed monk spewed out essence blood and sacrificed the evil fire, and in an instant, the evil fire boiled, rising several feet high, surging upward. This is the technique of pressing the box, which shows that it is also forced into a desperate situation and has to do it as a last resort.

Looking at Luo Yuan again, he made a volley in the air, turning sideways sharply, as if heaven and earth were upside down. Even if the fire burns the three souls and seven spirits, it is as cold as ice, and it will not retreat for half a step!

The black-clothed monk's eyes were horrified, he had never imagined that a mere seventh-level Qi cultivation cultivator would have such courage, this was to fight for his life!

The older people get, the more afraid they are of death, and this is true. The black-clothed monk first urged the flames to go up, and then took out a cyan shield in front of him.

The old man in black took out his shield and looked at the sea of fire in front of him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Presumably, that little doll has died tragically in it, and the power of the fire is difficult to resist even ordinary foundation building. Not to mention just a qi practice. ”

Then the blackfriar suddenly looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

But seeing that Luo Yuan's face was pale, his seven orifices were stained with blood, and his eyes were full of evil energy. However, the plastic sun was shining, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he rushed out of the sea of fire with a look of wanting to die together.

The old man blocked it with a shield, which was also a magic weapon, enough to resist the attack of monks of the same rank.

"Hum", a humming sound of gold and stone striking echoed through the forest, and the place where the black-clothed monk stood cracked inch by inch. The shield was cut in half, and the blackfriar shot backwards again. The seven orifices are bleeding, the consciousness is blurred, but the vitality is still there, the foundation building monk has already transformed into a mortal, and the strength of the qi and blood is extraordinary.

However, although the blackfriar did not die, he also lost the strength to fight again. Wounded, lying on his back, unable to move, he could only wait to recover.

And Luo Yuan, standing on the ground with the plastic yang sword, saw that the black-clothed monk had no strength to fight anymore, and wanted to step forward and kill him.

Fang Yi took a step, but he fell to the ground, and it was difficult to move the slightest.

At that moment, there was a sound of words from high in the sky......