Luo Wu inadvertently saw the appearance of her own peak master being ravaged and repaired by his wife, and couldn't help but smile, the peak master is an authentic wife who is strictly controlled, and everyone in Qingyun Mountain knows about it, but she knows that the red-sleeved peak master is a kind elder in his heart, and the red-sleeved peak master often takes the time to call her when he comes to Danshen Peak to visit her husband.

The reason why she was able to reach the realm of Dacheng was that there was no lack of red sleeves who carefully guided her.

The limit of the 100 blades of the sword was already the limit, and the trembling fingers of the cadre fell suddenly.

Hanging high overhead, the dense flying sword came like a downpour.

Luo Wu's eyes were solemn, the power of these hundred swords was even more powerful by falling from the sky, and the Shuangjiao poked out of the Dan River almost condensed more than half of her spiritual power, if the Shuangjiao was allowed to attack the cadres, Danhe, who only relied on less than fifty percent of his spiritual power, would never be able to stop the sharp hundred swords on the top of his head, and he could not have both.

The delicate woman bit her teeth and said, "It's a good Wei Wei to save Zhao." ”

The cadre smiled in return, and the sword was still fierce like rain.

Luo Wu, who knew that the cadres were powerful, naturally did not dare to hold it up, and the double Jiao re-entered the Dan River, Qianqianyu raised her hand above her head to stir the Dan River, giving birth to the ebb and flow of the tide, and dozens of sharp swords in the cyan Dan River rolled out of the river surface and were used to counterattack the sword rain in the sky.

The rain of swords came as scheduled.

The cyan Dan River, which is dozens of feet long and wide, splashed countless waves, and the fierce sword momentum almost passed through half of the Danhe Cave, and the fierce sword momentum was undiminished in the Dan River, and as the sword rain fell down a handle, Luo Wu's arm that stirred the Dan River trembled more and more slowly, and her already fair face became more and more pale at the moment.

The Dan River stirring above her head is of the same origin as the Dantian Wood Spiritual Power, and the sword intent is swimming and raging in the Dan River, as if the dantian was cut by the sword intent, and the pain in the dantian is comparable to Gong Han. Rao is Shuangjiao in the Dan River jumped out of the river and swallowed a few swords, but it still couldn't change the decline.

Many people from the sect family on the floating platform watched the battle here, and they couldn't help but feel choked for this woman. The cyan Dan River that surrounds the woman's delicate body is indeed eye-catching, not to mention both offensive and defensive, the majestic momentum alone can make ordinary Jindan realm monks kneel and worship under the pomegranate skirt.

Kendo has always been recognized as the most powerful vein in the world of cultivating immortals, but it is a pity that although Danhe is strong, he is still unable to catch it in the face of hundreds of sharp swords. But if this Danshen Peak disciple named Luo Wu has a water spirit root, I'm afraid it's another scene. After all, the Dan River is water, and among the five elements, the water and wood are aquatic wood, and the two spiritual powers of water and wood can greatly increase their power by feeding each other, and I am afraid that it is really possible to stop this rain of swords.

However, all the great powers present smiled helplessly, if this woman was really a two-attribute spiritual root of water and wood, in terms of the actual needs of Danshen Peak's alchemy, the effect of aquatic wood would be far inferior to that of wood and fire, and she would naturally not become the leader of the inner door of Danshen Peak, so as to stand on this martial arts field.

It's hard to have it both ways.

Luo Wu covered her abdomen with one free hand, and her weak delicate body was almost bent into a shrimp arc, but she only gritted her teeth and refused to give up!

"A thousand scriptures into a volume!"

The almost shattered Dan River in the hundred swords rises and falls with the waves, and the weak woman's body trembles like a sieve chaff with the strength of one person to resist the might of the hundred swords, and she sways out of the thousands of Dan Jing scrolls in the storage bag.

Duan Yunfei, who was teased and teased by his wife up and down to the point of misery, also forced himself to calm down, and Xiao Luowu was willing to sacrifice her Dan Sutra scroll, indicating that this senior sister of the inner gate of Danshen Peak had already had the consciousness of fighting against the water.

In the past, the quiet woman who cherished books as if she was cherishing her life in the Danjing Pavilion, now for the prestige of Danshen Peak, she no longer cares about the fact that the Danjing scrolls that she regards as treasures may be all lost here, and she must resolutely launch a final offensive against the cadres.

The three thousand emotional silk quietly disappeared, charming to the bone, and the peak master of Qifeng Peak, who can charm people's hearts with his gestures, has already stopped his movements, and looked at the stubborn woman who used to hold her arm and shouted at Sister Red Sleeves with her husband, and now she fights everything for the honor of Danshen Peak.

Although the pages of the Dan Sutra are thin, it also means that it is sharp enough, which is one of the few strong attack methods of the disciples of Danshen Peak who do not know the way of killing.

The situation in the Hundred Swords Annihilation Dan River was not unexpected by the cadres, and he already knew that the disciples of Dan Shen Peak were good at defending weak attacks, and he took a deep breath.

If a hundred swords fail, then a hundred swords.

The dense sword shadows like locusts in the sky reappeared, and the audience was in an uproar.

Hundreds of flying swords and Danjing scrolls suddenly converged in the air!

The owner of the Dan Jing scroll obviously knew that he would definitely lose so badly that he would lose even his pants if he fought hard with the flying sword, so he mainly used the Dan Sutra with a long length, supplemented by a scroll with a sharp edge comparable to a sword.

The Dan Sutra spread out a long scroll with a hazy green light, wrapping several long swords in it, and several pages of books that were harder than gold and stone were like old men hoeing the ground and constantly slashing at the sword body, several long swords screamed, and the sword body trembled and fell to the ground out of control. But before the newly captured Danjing scroll could find its next target, Huang Que found an opportunity with several sharp swords behind him, and a burst of shots smashed the Danjing scroll to pieces.

Huangfu Youyan, who sat firmly on the black gold floating platform and had the demeanor of a mother, carefully observed the fierce competition between the two Qingyun Mountain disciples in the field, and the person next to him pouted in his senses, turned his head to look at the baby daughter beside him and asked with a smile: "How about the girl, can the disciples under your Uncle Qinglan still get into your eyes?"

The woman who is not tall and has a delicate figure seems to have not yet grown, but she is young but likes to pretend to be the queen mother every day in the hall of the palace of Wanxianmen, the woman has a beautiful face like a goblin with the master of the Wanxian Gate, especially her chest is only wrapped in two strands of gold silk is the most breathtaking, and she has the majestic capital to overtake the queen mother at a young age.

God knows how such a child-faced woman who is only twenty-eight years old can have such a chest scenery that hates higher than the sky.

Huangfu Youlian shook his head with a face that looked like a goblin and smiled: "It's okay, so-so, I can't beat my two hammers anyway." ”

Huangfu Youyan covered her mouth and chuckled: "If you let Uncle Qinglan listen to this, maybe I will beat your ass into eight petals, Uncle Qinglan's divine thoughts are far stronger than mine, maybe I have already listened to what you said at this time." ”

The simple-minded delicate woman was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly covered her hips behind her and said pitifully: "Queen Mother, you want to save me, Uncle Qinglan is so powerful, Lian'er's ass will be beaten!"

The sect master of the Wanxian Sect, who had already been amused by his daughter's pitiful appearance, waved his hand, and his eyes returned to the martial arts arena, and the original slightly ridiculous tone disappeared, but said in a serious tone: "These two Qingyun Mountain disciples are not majoring in the way of killing, but they are still able to catch the battle so far, it is not easy, either of them can afford to cultivate with all their strength if they are placed in the Wanxian Sect, and the reason for this is not that you can smash it with two hammers." ”

Huangfu shook the double ponytail tied at the back of his head as if he understood it, and the two golden round sledgehammers in his hands that were extremely inconsistent with the woman's body shape quietly emerged, and the hammer body forbidden lines made of precious black gold and extraterrestrial meteorite iron crisscrossed the body, full of rich and noble breath rushed to the face, and the childlike woman gave the pair of sledgehammers a suitable name.

Ingots.

Huangfu wrinkled his delicate nose, but still couldn't figure out the meaning of the queen mother's words, and shook the golden double ponytail like a wave angrily, and simply stopped thinking about it.

There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by ingots with a hammer.

If there is, then two hammers.