"Do the people of Yuhuamen love to fight in close quarters so much?" Although he sighed so much, the sense of oppression that this one gave to Meng Tongchen was far inferior to Chen Lingxuan. In terms of cultivation, he may be better than Chen Lingxuan, but there is a lack of that indomitable momentum in his swordsmanship.

After the three swords, Meng Tongchen's feet were already in chaos, and he saw that two more swords could cut him under the sword. The Feather Gate monk was secretly happy in his heart, and he slashed out with another sword. Unexpectedly, Meng Tongchen did not dodge or dodge, and opened his mouth. A bright flame of light erupted, right in the middle of the Feather Gate monk's face.

He screamed, and his hand suddenly lost his head. Meng Tongchen's feet turned, and when he swept past him, he casually passed through his heart with a sword in his hand.

Meng Tongchen was originally a monk who was good at controlling the change of spells, and if he couldn't suppress him in hand-to-hand combat, he would be able to use his natal spell to reverse the situation with a slight gap.

The one who made the Wooden Branch Artifact had just regained control of the artifact, and he hadn't had time to make a move. The one who shot the turquoise phosphorus fire rushed up, this is a bearded man, his hands pressed in mid-air again and again, and the emerald fire gushed out.

Meng Tongchen didn't dodge or dodge, his body lit up with thunder and the phantom of the Concentration Bell, and rushed straight towards the turquoise phosphorus fire. Dao phosphorus fire fell on the thunder sound fixing bell, although it could not burn through the bell shadow, but it was attached to it, and there was no intention of extinguishing it immediately.

The bearded man saw Meng Tongchen approaching, but his eyes were full of joy. When Meng Tongchen rushed closer, he suddenly clasped his hands together, pinched a magic formula, and spit out a sentence in his mouth.

"Boom. The voice was a line faster, and the bell shadow, which was already full of green phosphorus fire, first shrank, and then suddenly exploded, and the majestic thunder sound shook all around, and the bearded man was shocked for a while, and watched Meng Tongchen flash by his side, and then his heart ached, and he was no longer conscious.

When the thunder sound was detonated, the wooden branch magic weapon also sneaked nearby, intending to sneak attack. At this time, he was also shocked by the thunder sound, and it was difficult to control it for a while, which was a good time to solve the master of the magic weapon.

The figure of the enemy, who had been hiding far away and couldn't see clearly, finally caught his eye. Meng Tongchen sighed in a low voice, although he had already guessed, but the people he really knew were still a little shocked: the owner of the wooden branch was the shopkeeper of Qi Nan Pavilion who had a good conversation with him that day.

The slight vibration in the bottom of my heart was fleeting, and the death curse was injected under the hood. Although the shopkeeper couldn't recall the wooden branch magic weapon for a while, after all, his cultivation was profound, and he raised his hand to raise his hand Aoki's true qi was intertwined, condensed into vines, entangled into a net, and met Meng Tongchen's life-prolonging death curse.

The spells collided, and Meng Tongchen immediately realized the gap in cultivation between the two, and it was difficult for the Longevity Injection Death Curse to trigger the change of vitality and death intent in the vines for a while.

Meng Tongchen immediately flew backwards, and at the same time, the magic trick in his hand immediately changed, and the flames of light erupted and landed on the vines. From the flame of light to the yang to the strong, it can be nourished by wood qi to add more power. However, the cultivation time of this spell was too short, and the grade was insufficient, and it was quickly extinguished by Aoki's true qi, and the vines glowing with blue light covered the sky.

However, Meng Tongchen only needed it to slightly destroy the rather condensed spell structure of the vine spell. As long as there was a slight gap, the second life-prolonging death curse hit it, and the death intent was infused, and the vines in the sky immediately withered.

Meng Tongchen's body flickered, avoiding the wooden branches attacking behind him. One more turn, dodging the heavy hand of a blue light fist mark. looked back at the shopkeeper of Qi Nan Pavilion who still had some friendship.

The shopkeeper's hand that threw a heavy punch has not been withdrawn, and it still maintains the appearance of a punch, but there is a huge blood hole between the chest and abdomen.

With the method of escaping with light and dust, the double sword of the imperial envoy is indeed an assassination weapon. Meng Tongchen sighed lightly and was ready to step forward to give this acquaintance a ride. saw him clenching his teeth, his expression was hideous, and his eyes were suddenly blank and clear.

When his eyes were clear, he saw Meng Tongchen at a glance, ignoring the blood gushing out of his mouth, struggling to stretch out his hand to Meng Tongchen, as if he wanted to say something.

A slender hand wrapped in white yarn brushed over the shopkeeper's head. The clear look in his eyes froze, and then his expression relaxed, and his body slowly slumped. A pair of plain hands held his body and slowly lowered him to the ground.

"When the concubine and her husband were young, they were mostly cared for by Sun Lao, and they thought that this time they would return to their hometowns in fine clothes and be able to repay their former feelings, but they didn't want to be Sun Lao, but they didn't have the fate of immortality after all. ”

The owner of the slender hand has a gentle and soft voice, this is a beautiful woman dressed in plain palace clothes, she is covered with white gauze, her appearance is hazy and beautiful, at this time gently for Sun Lao to close his eyes and slowly get up, showing a proud figure. A pair of clear eyes are like resentment and crying, which especially stimulates people's desire to protect.

"Your reward is to control his mind and turn him into a puppet under your control and fighting?" The reaction in Sun's shopkeeper fighting method was slightly slower than that of a normal monk, and considering the change in his expression before he died, coupled with the fact that all the people in Starstream City were actually enemies of the Netherworld Temple, and died for the Feather Gate. How could Meng Tongchen not be able to guess what caused this situation.

"Sun is more than seventy years old, his qi and blood are decaying, if there is no concubine and husband to lead him into the Holy Sect, and he is taught by the Holy Venerable, I am afraid that he will not be able to cultivate an inch in this life, and he will definitely have no chance of immortality. The concubine's incorporation gave him a chance to live forever. "The beautiful woman's eyes are flowing, and the more grief she feels, she only teaches people to want to give up everything she has, just to relieve the worries of the beauty.

"Although the Dao Master has a heavy karma, if he is willing to convert to the Holy Sect, the Holy Venerable will surely accept it gladly. ”

"Mrs. Zhang, the Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other. In a few words, Meng Tongchen had already guessed the identity of the woman in the palace: the lady who advocated not giving up in the Yuhua Gate. At this time, he had a bright smile on his face, but his heart was extremely murderous.

"The art of words is difficult to move the minds of you and me. Or the sword speaks happily. The voice fell, Meng Tongchen fled, and his breath was suddenly obscure, wandering in all directions, difficult to lock.

Mrs. Zhang narrowed a pair of phoenix eyes slightly, and suddenly, she raised her hand and slashed to the left, and with a "ding" sound, the two flying swords fell out of the void. Immediately, the white yarn wrapped around her hand shot out to the right, and its edge faintly glowed with cold light, and the sharpness of the sword could not be lowered.

In the void, Meng Tongchen snorted, fell out of the light, and then saw a flower in front of him, and the beautiful woman in the palace costume had arrived in front of him, and his slender hand was raised and slashed down.

Mrs. Zhang is a genuine monk of the late Nazhen period, not a person who has a superficial appearance by virtue of the formation, nor is she a puppet who is controlled by others and is ignorant. If the gap in cultivation is too large, it will lead to this kind of consequence, and ordinary means will not work at all.

It should have been so, at least that's what Mrs. Zhang thought when she slashed her hand.

The hand knife fell, but it didn't feel like tearing the flesh and blood, but saw Meng Tongchen in front of him snorting, scattering a large cloud of black and white qi. The radius was ten zhang, and it suddenly changed color.

"Formation? This is the Dao Chief's reliance?" Mrs. Zhang's eyes flashed, and her tone was tactful, but she didn't see any fear.

Meng Tongchen hid his figure in the formation, but he also had a headache. Mrs. Zhang's cultivation is a real late Nazhen period, and the palace clothes and white yarn on her body are at least the magic weapons of the five heavens. It's not Chen Lingxuan's kind who hasn't fully mastered and can't exert his full power. The magic weapon that completely mastered the forbidden fivefold heaven forbidden consummation was enough to resist the slow penetration of the power of the upside-down death array. At this time, the formation was laid out, although he was safe for a while, but he couldn't kill the enemy.

That's a problem. Meng Tongchen sighed silently, and all kinds of items on his body flashed in his mind, thinking about this strategy to break the situation.

Mrs. Zhang won't give him too much time. Mrs. Zhang raised Fang Cai's palm and slashed at Meng Tongchen, there was a very small blood mark on the edge of the palm, but Meng Tongchen did not completely avoid this fierce killing move.

"Found you. Although it was only a little blood mark, in the eyes of a master like her, who was good at spiritual secret methods, blessed by the Holy Venerable, and whose soul strength was better than that of a monk of the same level, a little blood mark was no different from a bright light.

Slender hand, five fingers together like a long sword in the palace straight forward. Layers of white veil are swinging open, and the retreat is blocked on all sides. Even if you have a subtle formation to protect your body, what if you don't have the slightest power to resist under the cultivation gap.

The sharp blade broke through the two qi of life and death, and the person hidden in the formation seemed to not react until the blade reached his body, and the light on his body lit up, and at the same time he hurriedly dodged, but it was too late......

Oh, it's not too late.

The slender five fingers pierced Meng Tongchen's left abdomen, which was not a fatal injury. Meng Tongchen's hurried use of the thunder sound calming bell and the final dodge still had some effect.

"It's over. As soon as Mrs. Zhang's mind moved, the white veil in the sky was about to be retracted and the somewhat difficult boy was twisted into pieces.

"It's over. Meng Tongchen showed a bright smile, and a blue light lit up in his palm.

The majestic light is like a mighty river, rushing to open a distance of more than 100 zhang. Along the way, the houses collapsed, and the stone roads were shattered inch by inch. The monk who couldn't dodge was wiped to the side and his tendons were broken.

"Ahem, ahem......" Meng Tongchen bent down and coughed up a string of blood foam, and couldn't stand up for a while. Even if the True Qi of Life and Death is quite good at healing, but it was just hit through the body by the monk of the late Nazhen stage, although he avoided the vital point, the sharp sword intent also washed the internal organs aside. With such an injury, it is not surprising that if you don't handle it well, you will die on the spot.

Mrs. Zhang fell to her death more than ten steps away, she was directly pasted on her face by the seventh-order spell, and her body was washed by the majestic spiritual power, and now she had turned into a puddle of muddy minced meat.

"Ahem......" coughed fiercely for a while, Meng Tongchen suddenly felt something, forcibly stopped coughing, and slowly straightened up.

As far as the eye could see, in the "river" washed by the blue light, a tall monk walked slowly. He had white temples, a blue brocade robe, his hands behind his back, and he strode forward, with a calm bearing.

"This talisman is a good century. Walking past Mrs. Zhang's body, the tall monk glanced at it and spoke, his tone relaxed, as if he was really instructing his juniors.

"Yin Chunqiu. Meng Tongchen bit the blood foam that rushed to his mouth and whispered the name.