The eagle above his head was in his ears, and Hetu once again showed a solemn expression, flicking his sleeves to block the red shadow of the fire in Chang Xi's hand, and exclaimed: "What a handsome eagle." ”

Not far away, He Shutang, who had become a mess of minced meat, turned a blind eye.

The phantom of the golden dragon was entrenched behind Chang Xi, the spiritual power was rolling into the red shadow, the sword body trembled slightly in the surging power like mountains and rivers, the red sword qi swirled and drummed, and the courtyard was swept away by the sword wind and was empty.

The sword bell in the mud pill palace roared sharply, the sword momentum qi was stored to the peak, the scorching golden light in Chang Xi's eyes was like substance, the sword finger wiped the red shadow, and in an instant, the sword intent on the dragon sword was instantly stagnant, and then dimmed.

Chang Xi's whole body qi system and the dragon sword, the golden pupils contracted sharply, and there was a hidden realization in an instant.

It turned out to be a sword intent condensed with luck.

With a smile on his face, Hetu stretched out his hand to recall the Denglong Sword, which was already unstable in the sword, Chang Xi wanted to fight closely, but this move was also quite risky, which meant that his back would be wide open. With the current strength of his divine sense, it was not impossible to distract the Imperial Sword, but it would be a fool's dream to stop the Dragon Ascending Sword that was eyeing him from the side.

The luck on the dragon sword was once again vigorous, and the man in the green shirt, who always looked light, had a smile on his face, "You are the person I am looking for." ”

Chang Xi only felt that the clouds were in the fog, and the red shadow in his hand did not dare to relax, and said suspiciously: "The junior asked himself to take over this sword technique with all his might, and Mr. is afraid that he has recognized the wrong person." ”

Lin Tao lost He Shutang's big help, and Aunt Zi had the upper hand between the two. Only then did Hetu turn his head and say: "Except for this imperial sword technique, He's other techniques are just small skills of carving insects, and he is only between you and you." ”

Chang Xi naturally didn't believe these words, but the affectionate apology in Fang Cai Hetu's eyes when he turned his head to look at Aunt Zi didn't seem to be fake. It would not be a simple matter to intercept a long-established Jindan Realm cultivator, but in the two battlefields, it was his thunder and rain.

He carefully pondered the one move and one style of the dragon sword, and the killing accounted for less, and the points were the majority.

Chang Xi was strange in his heart, is this person friend or foe?

But only this slightly stunned kung fu, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his whole body suddenly stopped moving, and the silk threads condensed by luck were woven into a large net that could not be seen by the naked eye to bind him. Chang Xi was extremely shocked, and wanted to urge the golden sea of blood in his chest and the sword intent in the dantian to break through the restraints, but found that his whole body was like a pool of stagnant water inside and out.

Chang Xi's eyes were red and he struggled, and the black hair on Hetu's sideburns turned gray.

The sound of the eagle was heard, and the speed of a line of golden light in the sky skyrocketed, and he swooped down to take his head. Hetu rarely smiled bitterly and raised his finger to the sky, the golden light stagnated, and wrinkles on his forehead quietly appeared.

Hetu looked solemn and folded his hands, looking at each other and glimpsing the heavens.

The black-shirted young man had a pillar of luck on his head, which he had only seen in his life.

The dragon and phoenix phantoms on the golden and blue qi luck pillars alternately blended, and the mighty straight into the majestic sky, the sword roared and the dragon chanted and the phoenix resounded through the four wildernesses and eight wildernesses, floating above the nine heavens.

Born with a discerning eye, blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, which was not the vision of heaven and earth that he should have seen.

He looked at Chang Xi's purple and gold eyebrows, looking like a celestial person.

His whole body qi was surging like a flood, and he folded his palms on his chest and pressed it virtually, as if he had closed a window for himself, and the qi luck on the dragon sword behind him was condensed like substance, and then he rose to the sky!

A sword to draw qi to ascend the dragon!

The young man in front of him who was born with the appearance of heaven and man has a lot of luck that ordinary people can't see, and the golden and blue weather fortune pillar is beyond his ability to shake the slightest, so trying to draw luck back to Chang Xi's cultivation is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Hetu's cheeks were thin, and he bent his fingers to lead the dragon again, and the tip of the dragon's sword was pointed down to draw water from the dragon.

The whole earth under his feet was trembling, and in a trance, a strand of luck as thin as a hair but as thick as a mountain slowly condensed in front of him, and when he condensed this extraordinary wisp of luck, Hetu's black hair was already gray.

Reversing the Mandate of Heaven with manpower, this wisp of Kyushu luck extracted at the cost of his hundred-year yang longevity appeared in front of him, Hetu's chest swelled, and he hurriedly injected this extremely precious wisp of qi luck into Chang Xi's body, and he spurted out a mouthful of rich black blood, but he still smiled.

"Yao'er will leave it to you!"

A wisp of Kyushu gas is transported into the body, which is no less than the river and sea pouring into the stream.

The sound of the river map came into his ears, and Chang Xi already knew that the river map was a friend rather than an enemy, and it was common for the river to flow into the sea, but if it was reversed, it would be a natural disaster.

Rao is Chang Xi is full of great luck, but in the end, he cultivated to shallowness, and Kyushu's luck fed back into his body and turned into a rolling wave of spiritual power, holding Chang Xi's sturdy body like a flatulent ball.

The scorching spiritual power was rampaging in the limbs and hundreds of remains, Chang Xi's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and desperately turned his dantian to try to absorb and digest this wave of spiritual power that was surging to drown him, but at the moment, there was porridge and a pot of monks, but there were few monks, and there was no time to refine.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, how could the hundred-year-old Hetu's heart have ever been settled? The Qi technique taught by the master to look at each other with him has already been thoroughly eaten by him, and it has evolved into divination, which has won the hearts of the people of heaven and earth, and the hexagram is correct, and everything is under control.

He knows very well how powerful Kyushu's luck is, and that wisp alone is enough to protect the family's prosperity for a hundred years. And now such a great power of heaven and earth is only poured into one person, he can't believe it in his heart, but the hexagram is like this, so he can't question it.

The silk thread of qi luck that bound the whole body loosened under the great power of heaven and earth, and Chang Xi, whose whole body swelled into a ball, finally spoke out in pain: "Quickly let go!"

Hetu gritted his teeth, seeing that if he didn't loosen his ties in this situation, he might really explode and die, and the hexagram also had to learn to be flexible, and with a bend of his fingers, the big net woven by the silk threads of luck on Chang Xi's body melted away in an instant, and Chang Xi's fat body that had gained seven or eight circles was finally able to stand firm.

"Roar!"

The golden dragon phantom entrenched behind Chang Xi was never as tall and condensed as ever, like a substantial golden light that made the sun even lose its color. With a swing of the golden dragon's head, the torrent of spiritual power in Chang Xi's body rolled into the dragon's mouth, and the golden light flashing on the golden dragon's phantom became thicker and more condensed.

The sword spirit root was rejuvenated, and gradually merged with the dantian in the torrent of spiritual power, and the dantian, which was already tending to the sword-shaped appearance, finally transformed into a cold light long sword to replace the original spirit platform through the fusion of the sword spirit root.

The bloated body slowly returned to its original appearance, Chang Xi's eyes were uncertain floating under his feet, and he saw the golden sea of blood watering the muscles and bones in his body in a trance, and there seemed to be a figure similar to him next to the golden bones next to the golden bones, and each notch made the strange power increase by three points.

Chang Xi squinted his eyes and wanted to get closer to see the man's face more clearly, the man stopped the engraving pen in his hand and was about to turn around, when suddenly the bell rang in the mud pill palace, and he suddenly opened his eyes, it was still the scene in the original courtyard.

He spread out his hands, and the chaotic sword qi flew around his fingers in strands, and the sword qi moved as he wished. Sinking his heart and looking at the dantian, a long sword was suspended in the dantian, the tip of the sword flashed as if it was responding to the master, and the cultivation had reached the half-step Jindan realm!

Ah Ying spread his wings and landed on Chang Xi's shoulder, his bright eyes looked at the white-haired man in a green shirt under the begonia tree not far away, and the stinking black blood dripping along the placket was shocking.

The dragon sword was dim and hung aside, and Hetu bowed his head and bowed.

"Please Chang Gongzi help Yao'er. ”