Ruan Qing suddenly sighed, "Although I don't want to mention it, the sixth brother is really dead." ”

Then he laughed suddenly, "It's good to die, wait for me to do something in the future, find the disciples in the sect to pass away one or two, and achieve the supreme heavenly demon, which is also a glory." ”

Fang Yan coughed twice, his injuries were still not healed, but he was used to it, his face was only slightly pale at the moment, he looked at Ruan Qing and said, "How do you recognize me, what do you want in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave?"

Ruan Qing waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this first, I'm more curious about how you can see our heels?"

Fang Yan smiled faintly, "I have dealt with your people before, although the exercises are different, but the luck means are roughly the same, you are very clever, but after all, it is not Yamashita Martial Fu, and he has worked the matter of ventilation." ”

Ruan Qing slapped his thigh, "It turns out that the two temptations have made you reveal our identity!"

Fang Yan was noncommittal, looking at the other party silently, waiting for an answer.

Ruan Qing's eyes narrowed, he was indeed a disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, hidden in the flowing water village, the Ten Thousand Demon Cave was already good at camouflage, and the true qi did not show the slightest heel, but at this moment, his hands were wrapped around the dark aura, no longer as the outward martial arts spirit, but the genuine true qi of the mountain gate, and the cultivation was homeopathic and passed the late stage of foundation building.

He snorted and sighed: "In such a situation, you are not flustered, and you really can't see that you are still young." ”

Fang Yan's fingers drooped slightly, "You can try, Duan Libra moves me or you first?"

Ruan Qing shook his head, "There's no need for this, he has run out of oil, and the foundation of the Three Realms is just a façade." ”

Fang Yan was a little surprised, and asked again, "Are these copycat thieves a business in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, or are they a business from elsewhere?"

Ruan Qing smiled meaningfully, "Such a big business is definitely not something that can be owned by one family, do you think those righteous paths can be mixed less?"

He sighed faintly, "The world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, Lanzhou is already a land of right and wrong, and we should be merciful when we wait for the souls of people." ”

He said this kind of fallacy quite frankly.

Fang Yan was silent for a moment before he spoke, "After going around for a long time, do you still have to guess it?" Spending your thoughts on me is the meaning of Bi Shui Sect or Shadow Sect?"

Ruan Qing was a little surprised, "I've been with Mr. Mo for a long time, but you think very thoroughly." ”

He smiled and said, "If it's two, what if?"

Then he exhaled, "I didn't expect you to have you, but you're here, and it's out of the way." ”

Fang Yan's heart sank slightly, and his fingers were bent.

Since I don't have to talk about it, let's do it.

Ruan Qing was the first to move, and three black daggers shook out from his cuffs, dividing out three strands of true air, driving and accompanying him, and forming three horses in front of Fang Yan's eyes.

Fang Yan's body arched, his hands lingered with silver-white sword intent, and he crashed into the place where the three strands of true qi converged, his body took a few steps backwards, and before he could open the power frame, he felt something in his heart, twisted out a talisman seal from his cuffs, and burned it in the air, turning into an earthy yellow barrier, and the surface was glowing, blocking the fourth dagger that was secretly handed over.

Ruan Qing's body was close, holding a short blade in each hand, and holding a straight knife horizontally in his mouth, he did not use the mountain qi cultivation and qi storage method, and also chose the best hand-to-hand grappling.

Fang Yan sighed silently, dealing with this kind of mountain assassin with thorns all over his body was actually more troublesome than Du Mei of the Golden Sword Sect.

After all, although the latter's cultivation is higher, for the sake of face, most of them will be bright, and the latter is a little shameless.

With a slap of the knife, he split the dagger poking out from his back, and after withdrawing it, his hands evolved into a Ruyi fist boxing spectrum, the punch was fierce and domineering, and the thunder was turbulent, and it was replaced by a spring thunder to stop fighting.

Seeing this, a smile appeared in Ruan Qing's eyes, his body moved horizontally, avoiding the edge of his fist, the sharp blade in his hand flew more than once, and he secretly made a gesture.

Knowing your identity, how can you not prepare?

In a remote firewood house in Liushui Village, an unknown old man in the cooking room opened his eyes, bowed his head slightly, straightened his waist, and put his withered yellow fingers together, stabbing himself in the chest and abdomen!

The old man's expression was indifferent, like a puppet, there was no pain, but the huge wound was bleeding very little, and he took out a quietly hidden thing inside, short and delicate, with a glazed color on it.

It's a pocket flying sword!

The flying sword is still precious, different from the magic sword that controls the qi to urge the flight, the material and grade are not at the same level, and it is not easy to refine, it is naturally precious, and it is often the treasure at the bottom of the sect pressure box on the ordinary mountain, and the same is the same yearning for the sword cultivation on the mountain, and he is proud of holding the flying sword.

The old man raised his hand tremblingly, pinched his fingers to make a trick, suddenly spit out his blood, dripping on the flying sword, the sword body was overflowing, and it was already "enlightened", and then the old man grinned, and pointed to it, and the flying sword turned into a white rainbow, followed the traces and swept through most of the flowing water village, and fell straight to the place where Ruan Qing and Fang Yan were fighting.

Fang Yan seemed to feel something, his eyebrows and eyes opened, and he looked at the white rainbow that came from afar.

Ruan Qing didn't look back, he was already smiling.

This sword is sacrificed, and the heads are awarded under the three realms.

About the origin of this sword, Ruan Qing does not know exactly, but a trip to the rivers and lakes, by chance met a senior brother who worshiped in the shadow gate of the upper sect, the two heard people mention it when drinking, this sword has a special origin, it was the shadow sect after exterminating a Zen master of the four realms, the sect master Mu Xiaotong received his golden body, and refined it with one of the purifying relics.

The Buddha of the Four Realms is the golden body of the Arhat in the world, and he is a little short of the Bodhisattva fruit, and the physical body is like a soldier in the world, and it can give birth to countless relics, even if one of them, it also has the meaning of great freedom and great compassion, and it is difficult to use the evil demons and foreign ways, so this method is come out, so that the old man who does not know the name raises a sword in the flesh, trying to infect the Buddha fruit and turn it into a killing weapon.

As for the name of this sword, it is named after "relic".

It is one of the many followers of the Shadow Sect.

As soon as this sword came, it also represented the position of the Shadow Sect.

Ruan Qing's own cultivation method is biased towards the evil demon outer way, and he is quite afraid of this glazed flying sword, and he feels uncomfortable before he is close, and the surrounding aura is a little unclear, but as an assassin, he is very handy in the use of true qi, and he is instantly restrained and gloomy, and he finds a loophole, and casts a retreat technique for a few miles, so as not to be shocked by the sword qi above.

At the same time, he sacrificed a talisman and slapped it at Fang Yan's head.

The young man suddenly felt that the boulder was lowered, his body fell into the mire, and there was no way to advance or retreat, and it happened that the relics flying sword was connected in a line, and the breath was pulled, and there was no way to avoid it.

Ruan Qing's original back hand, in addition to the puppet that trapped the body, the same is true for this talisman that suppresses true qi.

As for the old man who came with the sword, Ruan Qing was also confused, but the other party took the initiative to help, and there was no reason not to want it.

Now it seems that it is not bad to prepare with many hands.

He smiled at the corners of his lips, confident and confident.

The next moment, Ruan Qing's eyes froze slightly.

Seeing Fang Yan's strange face, he sighed lightly, turned to the flying long sword facing him, raised his right hand and lightly tapped it on his forehead.

In the third eye of the eyebrows, the original black pupils suddenly turned into a strange red, and the blood was glowing with demons.

Then he stretched out his left hand and slowly held the swept "white rainbow".

The sound of a crash was heard.

The young man's body retreated, and the silver and white light in his palm was blooming, but he didn't let go.

Seeing that Ruan Qing couldn't help but sneer, let your physical physique be amazing, and you are very strong in kung fu, and you dare to take the sword with one hand?

But he soon stopped laughing.

Bai Hong trembled, the sword qi stirred in the young man's sleeve, the first time he was unruly, the sword qi was involved in his meridians, but after a while, it was like being restrained by a snake for seven inches, and after a few breaths, it returned to calm, and slowly stopped in Fang Yan's palm.

Fang Yan clenched his fists and shook, qi and blood gushed out, and the restraint given by that talisman dissipated in an instant.