Chapter 277: Douyan Chixia!

"Buzz !!"

Feng Wanli's wrist trembled slightly, and Juque instantly let out a piercing buzzing sound, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's a sword that is not weaker than the Seven Star Sword!"

Because it was too urgent to enter the plot world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Feng Wanli didn't have time to go back to get the Seven Star Sword, after all, there was still a blood sword that condensed the sword pill in his hand, which was enough.

"!!Shh

At this moment, Feng Wanli suddenly swung the giant sword in his hand vigorously, and its huge sword body was like a movable wall, and quickly appeared behind Feng Wanli.

"Ding Dong!"

An incomparably crisp dingdong sound suddenly sounded, Feng Wanli raised his head slightly, and saw a crimson flying sword constantly stabbing on the giant sword, with a little bit of blazing sparks, and a gray-white figure slowly fell from mid-air.

"Yan Chixia!"

Seeing the comer, Feng Wanli couldn't help but shout.

"You've got a problem!"

Feng Wanli spoke out, but he fell into Yan Chixia's guess, his eyes widened, and he scolded: "Concealing strength, following Xiahou, and harming his life, is it just to win this giant sword?"

"If you have eyes, you will definitely find out who Xiahou died for!"

Feng Wanli didn't answer directly, but glanced at Yan Chixia, pointed to Xiahou's dry black corpse behind him, and grinned: "You dignified cultivator, is it possible that you can't recognize the demonic behavior after so many years of demon defense?"

Seeing Feng Wanli so confident, Yan Chixia's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes couldn't help but slowly look at Xia Hou's corpse, only to see that his corpse was pitch black, and there were wisps of black foul smell on it, which were constantly winding around it, and from afar, Yan Chixia could feel a pungent stench.

Yan Chixia's pupils shrank, and she scolded loudly: "It's that thousand-year-old tree demon!

"Yes!"

Seeing Yan Chixia regain her senses, the corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and she nodded slightly: "I found the whereabouts of ghosts in Lanruo Temple, and I saw Xiahou panicking because of the duel, and I was worried in my heart, worried that he would be harmed by ghosts!"

Speaking of this, Feng Wanli sighed lightly: "It's a pity... ”

"Daoist people don't have to care!"

Yan Chixia waved her hand and comforted, perhaps because of the mistaken wind, "This is also a calamity for Xiahou, a cultivator, his fate should have this calamity, since he can't get it, there is no way。。。。。。 ”

Suddenly, Yan Chixia arched her hand towards Feng Wanli: "By the way, I don't know the name of your friend yet, seeing that Daoist friends have such cultivation at a young age, could it be that he is a master disciple of the Seven Sects, Six Caves and Nine Ruins?"

"Contemptible people are thousands of miles away, it's just a casual cultivation!"

Listening to what Yan Chixia said, the seven factions, six holes and nine ruins, Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, sure enough, this world has a complete cultivation system and teaching sects, but because of this, the big sect must have its own way of communication, Feng Wanli, an outsider, is not easy to pretend at will, so he can only tell the truth.

"My name is Yan Chixia, and I have been an academic in Kunlun Mountain!"

Yan Chixia immediately returned the salute, but soon her heart moved slightly, and she said: "There are a thousand years of tree demons in this Lanruo Temple, and Taoist friends are willing to follow me up the mountain to eliminate the demons." ”

"Invite me up the mountain to deal with the millennium dryad Grandma?"

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, looking at Yan Chixia opposite, but he kept thinking in his heart: "This is a way to clean up the tree demon grandma." ”

After that short battle, Feng Wanli found out that the strength of the tree demon grandma was probably between the early and middle stages of the Yuan Infant, and because it was a tree that became a spirit, its physical defense ability was extremely strong, and even ordinary Yuan Infant Stage monks were not its opponents.

"If it's with Yan Chixia, it's a lot safer, and it's a solution!"

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, and he quickly thought about it in his heart, looked at Yan Chixia opposite, and then nodded: "Destroying demons and guarding the Dao is the duty of our cultivators. ”

"Good!"

Yan Chixia was overjoyed in her heart, and nodded again and again: "With the help of Dao friends, killing the thousand-year-old tree demon will definitely have a lot less twists and turns." ”

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Yan Chixia seemed to think of something, exclaimed, her right hand shook, and a sword shot up into the sky, Xuanyuan Sword was like a red dragon, instantly appeared in front of her, and then looked at the opposite Feng Wanli, and explained: "That stinky scholar is still alone in the temple, so he must not be in danger." ”

Hearing this, Feng Wanli's heart moved slightly, but he quickly calmed down and said secretly: "As the protagonist of the plane, can you die so simply?"

Although she wasn't worried in her heart, she couldn't say anything when she saw Yan Chixia in such a hurry, so she could only nod: "Let's go back together!"

With that, Feng Wanli patted the giant sword behind him slightly, and in an instant, the giant sword like a small door instantly became larger, turning into a huge carpet, slowly floating in mid-air.

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, and he stepped on the ground, and his whole body was firmly on the Juque Sword, with the continuous influx of aura in his body, the Juque Sword instantly rose into the sky with the wind.

At the same time, Feng Wanli looked at Yan Chixia in the distance, and saw that his body was completely surrounded by crimson, and he didn't know how much faster he was than Feng Wanli.

Although there is a possibility of a sword gap, this speed gap should not be so big.

"Yan Chixia's sword flight is obviously stronger than the flying method attached to the sword technique!"

Following behind Yan Chixia, Feng Wanli was unconsciously paying attention to Yan Chixia's exercises.

Although Yan Chixia was in front of her, her mind was not completely taken away from Feng Wanli, looking at the galloping figure, she couldn't help but be puzzled in her heart: "This kind of sword kung fu is so familiar, it is like the sword art of Shushan, could it be that this young man studied from the Shushan Sword School?"

The two flew in mid-air and were silent for a long time.

"Knock knock!"

At the same time, outside Lanruo Temple, a woman in white palace clothes appeared outside the temple.

The girl is dressed in plain white lady's clothes, a graceful girl, cardamom is in her prime, and she looks like she has a breathless beauty.

Ning Caichen had already been frightened in his heart since he saw the true face of the painted skin ghost, and his whole body shrank into the room, and he didn't dare to take half a step.

"Childe is lonely?"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the wooden house that had not moved for a long time, and smiled: "Can the concubine come in?"

"No。。。。。 To !!"

Hearing the movement outside the house, Ning Caichen trembled with fright, and hurriedly closed the wooden house tightly and shouted loudly.