An open grassland, where the grass blows the stars, and the terrain is low.

The old man of Gongsun punched the black dragon, and several silver needles surrounded his waist, scattering and shooting out, and every time the fist and flesh were handed over, the grass and trees trembled.

The shadow soul of the Shadow Sect was shrouded in black robes, his hands were pinched, the copper pillar in front of him turned, and the black dragon was transformed, half virtual and half real, spitting demon flames.

The old man was not afraid, he took a few steps back, his body arched, his sleeves swayed, he shouted and his body instantly expanded, like an angry King Kong, a pair of big hands waved, hitting the black dragon scales and making a piercing friction sound, and the dragon roar shook the sky.

"Evil obstacles, give me death!" Gongsun Old Man's pupils dilated, his fists were fierce and domineering, his body was upright, and there was more golden light around his body, like an arhat who had been born into the world, he stepped on a silver needle and rose into the air, the silver light flew like snow, and his fist was as hard as a mountain.

The five realms of martial arts, acquired, congenital, fetal breath, transformation realm, and void. If the three realms can only be called martial arts, then the master of the transformation realm is the real hall, the breath is ever-changing, the understanding of martial arts is thorough, to the height of the Tao, the use of the gang qi is like flowing water, and the tricks are full of essence.

The old man slammed his fist into the black dragon's hideous face, causing the dragon's head to rattle, shatter bones, and let out a wail.

The shadow soul was calm on the side, and suddenly frowned, and looked into the distance,

"Did Gong Shan fail in one day...... Feng Shan cut off the cause and effect, the Flower Bone Sect Master is so big, this is a big loss!" he smacked his mouth, his hands suddenly loosened, and with a flick of his big sleeves, a formation appeared in the sky above the copper pillar, enveloping it and dissipating, and the black dragon roared a few times before his body blurred and dispersed.

The old man of Gongsun was in the middle of the battle, his face was full of red light, his blood was strong, and when he saw the figure of the black dragon disappearing, he looked around and stared at the shadow soul.

"The strength of the seniors is admired by the subordinates, it is just a competition, don't fight, don't fight. Shadow Soul arched his hand and said with a smile.

The old man of Gongsun fell to the ground, wiped his palm, and those silver needles returned to the palm of his hand, he turned his hand and held it, as if he was smiling, "Why, don't you invite me to go to the sect to talk about it?"

The black-robed man bowed his hand again, "Next time, the sect master will definitely personally invite the seniors." He turned into black smoke and dissipated into the sky.

The old man will wait and see. The old man squinted his eyes, snorted coldly, and when he turned around, the flipped fist was released, and the silver needle hovered in the air after it fell, and he stepped on it, turning into a streamer and chasing in the direction of Qingshan.

......

The mountain stream cleared, and everyone collapsed to the ground, panting violently.

Zhao He clubbed his hands on the ground, the palm of the knife was full of sweat, and the magic weapon of the long knife was inserted in front of him indiscriminately, wiping his face at will, and the sweat in the palm of his hand and the sweat on his face were entangled indiscriminately.

"I'm tired of Lao Tzu, I have to let those old men treat me to a good meal when I go back!" he muttered very ungracefully.

Bei Mochen knelt on the ground, carefully wiped the hair of the silver giant wolf, glanced at Fang Yan, and saw that the other party was full of injuries, and he was not lightly injured in the battle with Deng Jia, so he temporarily eliminated the idea of fighting with the other party.

Hua didn't see the blood-colored light dissipate, squatting beside Fang Yan, his hands around his knees, his expression complicated, "Xiao Yan'er, you said that little man claimed to be our ancestor, is it true, and he just called his father's name, is there something wrong with my father?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes a little worried.

Fang Yan swallowed the elixir refined by his senior sister, his face looked a little better, he thought about it and said, "I don't know, seeing that the tone of the young man in brocade is not like a joke, whether it is true or not, I can only ask your father after going out." ”

Lu Sanli was lying with a group of Diximen disciples and glanced at Fang Yan's side. This time, Diximen can be said to have suffered heavy losses, several disciples were dying under the blood-colored ghosts, Lu Sanli frowned, thinking about how to go back to the business.

In the distance, two young swordsmen walked over, Zhao He's expression froze, and he immediately smiled in return, arching his hand, "Thank you for your help!"

Chu Hong raised his head and snorted, while Zhou Feng nodded at Zhao He with a smile and looked at Fang Yan's side, "Senior brother, how are you." ”

Fang Yan stood up with Hua Weijian's support, and responded with a smile: "It's not in the way, thanks to Senior Brother Zhou's help this time, the crisis was resolved." ”

"Hmm, do you just thank him or not me?!" Chu Hong leaned over and touched Fang Yan's chest with the hilt of his sword, looking at the young man's eyes full of unkindness.

Fang Yan couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to clench his fists and bow, "Thank you Senior Brother Chu Hong for your righteous help!"

The man who reported the sword in his arms suddenly smiled, and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Not bad, yes, I'm magnanimous, the matter of you not selling my Neidan back then is in the past, remember, in the future, you have to tell me good things first, and then dare to sell them to this guy Beware of you." ”

Zhou Feng didn't care, and after being silent for a moment, he suddenly spoke: "Chu Hong, back to the sect, you and I will make a decision, this time, I won't hide!"

Chu Hong's body shook, he slowly stood up, his eyes looked straight at the former, and the strength of holding the scabbard suddenly increased.

Speechless, the atmosphere was a little awkward, Sultan Yungang wanted to say a few words to relieve himself, his eyes suddenly froze, the jungle in the distance was noisy, and a young man with a broken arm came with a flying sword, his long hair flowing, his clothes were full of dust, and he looked a little embarrassed. He was also stunned after rushing out of the forest, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and when he saw Fang Yan, his face suddenly changed, he pinched the trick with one hand, and swung out a sword, his body was not yet close, and the murderous aura was already rushing.

The crowd was shocked. Fang Yan's pupils also shrank the moment he saw the young man with the broken arm, and in the face of the sudden attack, he pushed the flower and didn't see it, his hands waved forward from behind, and the blood rushed to push him out of the ground for several meters.

"Fang Yan, die!" Liu Feiteng said angrily, and the flying sword under his feet kicked out, cutting through a silver line.

With a sonorous roar, Zhao He stood in front of the sword, his robe flew with him, and he chuckled: "This fellow Daoist, it's a bit difficult for you to deal with my brother who just lived and died together without saying a word." ”

Liu Feiteng's body suddenly tightened, Hua Weijian was half-kneeling there, pinching his hands, and the petals formed a blood-colored whip to wrap around the young man with the broken arm, he struggled hard, but his cultivation was a lot worse than Hua Weijian, and he couldn't get out of his body, so he had to look at Fang Yan with red eyes, and the latter also frowned and looked at him.

The woods shook again, and several men in black robes rushed out of the woods, looking a little embarrassed, seeing Fang Yan and the others and the young man with a broken arm imprisoned in the petals, they were stunned for a moment, glanced at each other, and the first one coughed and hugged his fists and said: "I am from the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, I have something important, and I ask you to hand over this young man with a broken arm to us." ”

Saying this, those black-robed people were holding the magic weapon on their bodies with their hands, and their expressions were arrogant.

Before the leader finished speaking, his fist-clasping hands were covered by a pair of larger hands, and the man with the knife leaned forward with a smile, "Fortunately, I will be in the lower six battle gates." He looked at these black-robed people carefully, and said casually: "Anyway, why do you demon disciples like to wear black, black is as unlucky as a crow." ”

The black-robed man was silent, completely unsure of how to answer this out-of-the-box man. For a while, the tension was washed away a lot.

"Hey, why hasn't this light curtain disappeared yet?" Lu Sanli, who was squatting on the side, muttered with a black mark.

When everyone heard this, they raised their heads one after another, and the light curtain formed by the Blood and Bone Ancestor Dao Law in the sky was like a cage, and they could get in and out. Bei Mochen flicked his fingers, and the light curtain was still as fierce as iron.

"Something is wrong. Sultan's green clothes fluttered, and his eyes were alert.

Zhao He subconsciously pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.

Shocking protrusions!

A blood-colored figure suddenly rushed out of the deep pool under the stream, the stream roared, and the shadow moved extremely fast, passing Zhao He in an instant, rushing towards the black-robed crowd.

The leader's face changed greatly, and before he could speak, a withered palm pressed against the center of his eyebrows, and his five fingers formed a hook and pierced deeply.

In a single breath, that person's breath was empty of blood and died violently!

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