The black-shirted hunting sounded, Chang Xi's figure burst out, and the sword in his hand swept over the petals of the begonia, and handed the sword out in front of Hetu's eyes.

Hetu's feet swept backwards, and he was not surprised and said, "Yao'er's sword?"

Cheng Yao's bones have been cold since he was a child, and most of the things he carries around him are yang to the fierce, Xiujian Red Shadow is made of red flame iron, and the whole body is slender and scorching, and there is a hidden firelight flowing, both inside and outside are good, and it is Cheng Yao's personal beloved.

Chang Xi's storage bag still couldn't be opened, so he borrowed Cheng Yao's sword, because the appearance of the red shadow and the moon rainbow were similar, and it was quite easy to use.

Hetu ascends the dragon with divine sense.

Imperial sword art can also be counted as a first-class unique skill in the Jindan realm.

Ordinary Jindan Realm monk Edgeworth is only a few tens of zhang, and there are no other tricks except for a stab and a slash, it is really boring and boring, just a few laps around the sword can make them scatter their qi, let alone fight.

But on the other hand, Hetu's swordsmanship is shocking from the bottom of my heart, and the sword of the Denglong Sword with a blade width of five fingers is awe-inspiring, whether it is simple swordsmanship or fancy ways, it is easy to come by. The thunder on the dragon sword rolled, the awe-inspiring sword momentum was magnificent, several thunder arcs were cut down with the sword, and the courtyard was scorched, forcing Chang Xi to retreat.

The thunder on the Denglong Sword was full of light, and Hetu was still standing with his hands in his hands, not in a hurry.

The domineering thunder arc stained on the Red Shadow Sword gradually dissipated, and Chang Xi shrugged his shoulders that were a little numb, his eyes full of solemnity and vigilance.

Not to mention Hetu himself, this dragon sword alone made him extremely tricky.

The Denglong sword is full of qi and the sword is domineering, and it is difficult to find flaws in the natural sword hit, but these are not the biggest problems. He has not practiced for a long time, but he is better than the last, and he can also be called a terrifying future on the way of the sword. Although Red Shadow does not wear his own sword, and it is inevitable that his spiritual power will be jerky in operation, it is not difficult to resist the Dragon Sword.

The problem is that the sword intent of the Denglong Sword is very strange.

Ordinary sword intent is like wind and electricity, and high and profound sword intent is like rivers and mountains, but the sword intent of Denglong Sword is so fleeting that it is indescribable, and the sword intent is like a beautiful woman with a veil on her face, making it impossible to see what is behind it.

After the two fought, Chang Xi couldn't feel that Hetu had the slightest killing intent towards him, but the Denglong sword that stabbed out was thrilling and merciless, and Chang Xi couldn't see through this person more and more.

Hetu looked down at Chang Xi's storage bag, shook his head and said, "It's a pity." ”

Chang Xi didn't think deeply about what this "pity" meant, the firelight on the Red Shadow Sword was particularly three-pointed, the soil under his feet splashed, and the firelight and the black shirt in the courtyard were pulled into two afterimages, and they rushed straight to the leisurely green shirt.

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

He Shutang saw that the worship residence that symbolized his identity was blasted into sawdust by Aunt Zi's palm, and finally stopped hiding the murderous intent in his heart and scolded: "Stinky woman!"

He shook off his gold-sleeved robe, and a brilliant emerald green bead floated in the palm of his hand.

The wind bead is a natal spiritual weapon that he has relied on for many years, the surface of the emerald green bead flashes, and a strong wind suddenly rises in the courtyard, and the thick fallen leaves and sharp wooden thorns in the courtyard are swept into the wind like a tornado towards Aunt Zi.

Aunt Zi's phoenix eyes were cold, and the three nine-foot Huantian Silk beside her shot out, and the Huantian Silk was not silk or cloth, but it was stronger than Jin. In the tornado storm, the ring of the sky is swaying, Aunt Zi pinching the trick to lead, and the three silk cloths are linked to each other in the hurricane to stop the decline, and then the aura on the ring of the sky is soaring, and the ring of the sky and the end of each other are surrounded into a ring, and they are suddenly locked, and the amazing tornado is cut off in two!

Lin Tao, who is particularly vicious and vicious, has been worshipping the Cheng family since he entered the Cheng family, and in addition to wanting the dove to occupy the magpie's nest and accept the entire Yao City for his own use, his biggest thought is to think about how to climb onto Aunt Zi's bed. Embroidery Gu succumbed to his obscenity and committed to him in a hundred ways, but after all, she was just a plaything of broken flowers and willows, how could she compare to the delicious and attractive innocent body of Aunt Zi who still had the charm?

It's just that no matter how he explicitly hinted that Aunt Zi didn't look down on him at all, and now that she is the only one of the four worshippers of the Cheng family, she is the only one left to support, and the overthrow of the Cheng family is close at hand, and at that time, the entire Cheng family will have to be pinched and rounded, and Aunt Zi is just something in his bag.

He is afraid that he will go to hell after death, and he is practicing the eight-fingered vajra of Buddhism, not to mention whether his stupid mind of covering his ears and stealing the bell can be realized, at least he was able to enter the Cheng family with many seemingly righteous and bright Buddhist magical powers.

The vajra is divided into three strands, the strands are shining with golden light, and the Sanskrit phantom that rises under his feet does not see the vastness but the yin poison, he raised his finger and pressed, and the vajra instantly turned into a golden phantom with a piercing roar, stabbing straight at the purple-robed woman standing in the air.

Aunt Zi snorted coldly, she had already heard that the magic power of Buddhism practiced by Lin Tao was not the right path, and when Lin Tao walked behind her, she was secretly on guard, and sure enough, she was going to secretly attack. Even such dirty and filthy goods also tried to pursue her, and she was disgusted in her heart, and with a wave of her sleeves, she separated two rings and wrapped them towards the vajra.

The eight-fingered three-strand vajra is the most common Buddhist weapon, the tip is extremely sharp, Rao is Lin Tao's practice method is not good or good, but this enemy-breaking power is really strong, and it is definitely not something that can be stopped.

Huantian Aya avoided its edge, and pulled it to both sides with a tight pestle, and the golden light on the vajra flashed and tried to shake the Huantian Aya, and the two silk yarns and vajra were so deadlocked in the air and pulled uncertainly.

Seeing that the momentum of the vajra was blocked, Aunt Zi's face was a little pale, and she just wanted to be distracted to deal with He Shutang again, but in vain, her body was cold, and countless wind blades in her eyes magnified head-on, completely submerging the fluttering purple robe.

Cheng Yao, who was hiding in the pavilion, saw this scene, her delicate body trembled, tears burst down from her eyes, and she covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.

"Hmph, it's just the middle stage of the Jindan Realm, and the two of us are just one step away from the middle stage of the Jindan Realm, and we can't deal with a mother-in-law who is negligent in fighting?"

He Shutang pulled back a city, looked at the mansion behind Aunt Zi that had been shot into a hornet's nest by the wind blade, and sneered.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, an unbreakable truth throughout the ages.

The two horses that were tightly wrapped around the vajra suddenly let go and rolled back into the smoke, Lin Tao was ruthless in his heart, and he no longer cared about whether the vajra would leave any scars on his long-coveted plump body, and the golden light of the pestle shook and was about to shoot towards the smoke.

Under the blazing sun, a line of golden light that was even brighter than the vajra swooped down.

He Shutang squinted and looked at it suspiciously, his pupils immediately shrank to the size of a needle, and there were golden feathers in the sky in the hot sun.

The golden feathers that are harder than the golden stone are like rain like swords, and He Shutang, who was caught off guard, was pierced through the chest by dozens of golden feathers, the blood on the back of his chest was dripping, and his face was completely disfigured and torn into pieces of flesh and hung on his head, and dozens of golden feathers were still dripping with hot blood, and the falling wind beads were pierced by a feather and shattered into two petals.

The golden feather rolled back into the sky like a hook thorn, and clanged on the vajra in the way, and the vajra that had lost its head was recalled by Lin Tao. There was a giant eagle spreading its wings in the sky, and the golden feathers with the aura of the Golden Pill Realm were rolled back to their bodies, and the golden light was like an emperor among the eagles.

A purple suit appeared again in the smoke and dust, He Shutang's blood stained the soles of Lin Tao's shoes red, his knuckles turned white, and his face finally became gloomy.