Fang Yan threw a punch, but in the end it was not handed to the city lord of Prayer Water City.

Xu Minjian stood in the center of the temple, his eyes were blank, the sword intent around his body was majestic, the pillar of sword light was like a dragon scroll through the sky, the sword qi swept vertically and horizontally, and the city lord of Pray Water City was like a rootless duckweed in it, and his body slowly wore away.

Before he died, this man who enjoyed half his life of wealth roared, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, he was afraid of death, otherwise he would not abandon the people of a city, and he would have been obsessed with ghosts, killing Taoist priests and exterminating human nature.

The man was only one last kick away from gathering the hearts and livers of a hundred mountain Taoist priests, but he didn't expect to provoke two real mountain Taoist priests, so he was unwilling.

The temple trembled, the dust swept away, and the ornaments were shattered by the sword qi. The gray-robed young man who was huddled in the corner hugged his head and screamed, he hid near the statue of the temple god, the golden light of the statue flowed, protecting this piece from the impact of the sword qi, so the young man looked embarrassed, but he was not injured.

If someone looks from above the Prayer Water City with great magical powers, they will be shocked to find that the pillar of light above the City God Temple passes through the sky, and at the top there is a short sword with the same radiance and penetration, the sword body is blurred, and the sword intent is incomparable.

The heartbeat in his body burst out, the two swords in his hands turned into flying ashes, and the city lord of Pray Water City fell, and there was no scum left.

Fang Yan fell short with a punch in a trance, smashing on the pillar of sword qi light, and then the young man maintained this punching action, not moving at all, the sword qi and blood flowed on his fist, shaking the sword qi with the sword qi, the pillar of light was blurred for a moment, and then Fang Yan's body was suddenly rushed upside down and flew out.

The little girl in the Taoist robe came back to her senses, and hurriedly opened her mouth to suck it, the pillar of light of the sword path poured back like a flood, and returned to the little girl's body, Xu Min tapped the tip of the sword, and bounced up to support Fang Yan.

The little girl's face changed suddenly.

Fang Yan punched the pillar of light, and the sword qi rushed into the sky, but fortunately, the little girl was sober and timely, and the sword qi was restrained, only the skin and flesh were injured, and the muscles and bones were unharmed. However, the young man's face was like gold paper, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

On the side of the boy's shirt, the storage bag hanging from his waist rose and fell, and the dark light was surging. Inside, the life-saving object that Uncle Li handed over to the young man, the piece of Yuan Infant Blood Embryo fluctuated violently under the influence of the little girl's sword qi, and the light and extinguish were non-stop, and the seal set by Li Xingzhen couldn't suppress it.

Xu Minjian's face turned red, and his hands pressed on the sword wound marks on Fang Yan's abdomen, sweating profusely. The corner of the young man's mouth was oozing blood, his brows were furrowed, and he grinned at the little girl reluctantly, wanting to say something to appease the little girl, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

Above, Lao Dao'er's voice suddenly came out, and his tone was complicated, "Good boy, you really didn't disappoint me." ”

Xu Beitian's body fell, pulled Xu Minjian with one hand, and kept her away from the young man at a certain distance, and picked up Fang Yan with the other hand, connected his fingers, and finally patted the young man's forehead, Fang Yan's bleeding stopped suddenly, and his face improved a little.

Lao Dao'er glanced at the storage bag on the young man's waist, shook his head, and took the two of them, and his body rose to the sky, shooting stars all the way to the moon, and fell into a mountain forest far away.

The mountains and forests are quiet, and the dead leaves are fluttering.

Lao Dao'er stepped on the void, carrying the little girl in the Taoist robe, and the broom under her automatically flew out, hanging Fang Yan's clothes, and floating aside.

"Yo, I'm desperate. Lao Dao'er looked at the young man with a smile, "Do you plan to abolish another arm, or let the old man reward you with another punch and kick?"

Old Dao'er Xu Beitian's face turned straight, and he said angrily: "Nonsense! Your own life is not your life?"

The boy turned pale and did not speak.

Lao Dao'er frowned, "Why did you change it to punching in the end?"

Fang Yan was silent, and after a while, he spit out four words: "I am fascinated." ”

"Then why only one punch was handed out and the punch was closed, and there were no ten punches and a hundred punches that followed!" asked Lao Dao'er in a deep voice.

The boy was stunned.

"There is a thief who has no courage to be a thief, the line of life and death, and dare to take the risk of punching, stupid, against people, especially if the other party is strong against you, you must be careful and careful, have you given all the dogs you learned in the mountain sect!?"

Lao Dao'er looked angry, but there was a smile in his eyes.

The little girl in the robe was still surging with sword energy, blowing the old Dao'er's clothes fluttering, and the little girl seemed to have consumed a lot, and at this moment she was lying behind the old Dao'er and fell unconscious.

At this time, crisp applause sounded below, and a light laugh came: "Hehehe, Xu Beitian, I haven't seen it for many years, and now I still love to chatter so much." ”

Lao Dao'er lowered his head suddenly, his eyes narrowed,

In the woods, a woman in a white dress walked barefoot. The woman's long hair mops the floor, her figure is slender, exquisite, and her appearance is extremely charming, with a snow-white brocade belt wrapped around her waist.

The woman stood on the grass, like a born fairy, immaculate.

Lao Dao'er pointed forward with the talisman sword in his hand, and said with a sneer: "I said why did you show the signs of ruins all the way, the mountain gods are sleeping, the river gods are gone, the fish and shrimp in the water are full of dead air, and the people in the city are even more depressed, and even the position of the temple god pardoned by Zhongzhou has fallen here." ”

"That purple-clothed boy is not a low attainment, and he dares to do evil, it turns out that you are a ghost again. ”

The woman smiled, and the grass and trees were gloomy, "Isn't that me?" ”

The woman in the white dress looked like she didn't care about herself, looked at the talisman sword in Xu Beitian's hand and the little girl in the Taoist robe behind her, and then looked at the young man with a pale face on the side, and said to herself: "Long time no see." ”

"It's been a long time, say, which one are you?" Lao Dao'er took a step, and his breath was overwhelming.

The woman narrowed her beautiful eyes and smiled, "Guess?"

Lao Dao'er frowned, and with a flick of the talisman sword in his hand, the snow-white sword qi suddenly shot towards the woman.

The woman in the white dress flicked her fingers, and the magnificent sword qi that could be seen by the naked eye dissipated like a mist, and the thunder was heavy and the rain was small.

The solemn color in Lao Dao'er's eyes was even stronger.

"The swordsmanship has not improved, but his temper has increased a lot. The woman had her hands around her breasts and her long hair fluttering. "It's almost time to catch up with that pedantic old man in the Dao League. ”

"Why are you here?" the old Dao'er Fu sword hummed, and golden light flowed from it. "Mu Xiaotong, Poor Dao really doesn't believe that your deity can come out of the Northern Realm. ”

"There are a lot of things you don't believe, I said that the Ten Thousand Demon Towers will go south soon, do you believe it or not?" The woman also took a step.

The forest is full of everything, the dead trees are spring, and the surrounding dead leaves are like sprouting in early spring, full of green.

Lao Dao'er's sword intent suddenly lowered.

"You really crossed the Tongtian Sword River?!" Lao Dao'er's face was shocked. "It is impossible for Wangjian Mountain to be without movement. ”

"Guess?" the woman still laughed playfully, lazy and charming.

"You're just four realms. ”

It's best to be surprisingly silent with the chattering old Dao'er, and after a while, Jian Gang skyrocketed, and his sword intent was abundant, "Demon girl, don't destroy my Dao heart." ”

"Do I have it?" the woman pointed to her nose with an innocent expression.

Lao Dao'er took a deep breath, stopped talking nonsense, folded his hands, pinched the sword between his thumbs, and his clothes fluttered.

In an instant, the surrounding mountains and rivers trembled, and the golden light filled the sky.

One golden long sword after another condensed, suspended beside Lao Dao'er, the golden light flowed, and the sword body was transparent.

Lao Dao'er's hands were in formation, the sword body was circling, and the blades were all aimed at the woman in the white dress.

"Hehe, I said, you're just the four realms. The woman stretched out a finger and shook it gently, "Without the assistance of the anti-heaven formation of Wangjian Mountain, your realm is not good, and the sword is not enough to see." ”

Lao Dao'er was expressionless, but said softly.

"The sword aura is mighty. ”

A thousand golden swords suddenly pierced out, like a waterfall of a long river, slanting down.

If Xu Beitian's palm was small and strong before, then the sword qi waterfall at this moment is strong and the momentum is also enough.

The woman smiled slightly, the autumn waves flowed, and she took another step, and her whole body was white and dazzling, strong and dazzling.

The sword aura above the woman's head rushed into the sky.

It is like a beautiful scenery of the sunset over the long river, but it contains an extremely dangerous killing machine!

The mountains and rivers are as bright as day at this moment.

Fang Yan looked at this scene blankly, this immortal fight, with his realm, he couldn't see the reason, but he still felt that his heart was surging and his heart was fascinated.

The young man's right shoulder was gently patted, Fang Yan came back to his senses, and saw that Lao Dao'er was sitting on the void beside him again, Fu Jian was carrying it behind him, touching the water hyacinth on his waist, and drinking water.

The woman in the white dress still looked like a dusty person, squatting on the ground, teasing the little charm around her.

The wind is calm, and it is hard to imagine that these two are the immortal bosses who have just created the scene of heaven and man.

"Let's go quickly, the old man doesn't want to get too close to your seductive little girl. Lao Dao'er waved his hand, his face full of impatience.

The woman in the white dress wrapped her fingers around her hair, her eyes narrowed, and she was very charming, "Do you like to stay with you as a bad old man?" Or does Li Qinglian from the Western Regions meet my taste, but unfortunately people already have a heart. ”

Lao Dao'er sighed for no reason, "We are all old, and the future belongs to young people." ”

The woman in the white dress glanced at Xu Beitian, puzzled by the old stubbornness.

The two shot, how they won or lost, and what they said, everything is unknown.

The woman smiled at the boy again, clapped her hands, and stood up, her hands behind her back.

The woman in the white dress was slim, the moonlight was sprinkled, and the figure slowly dissipated.

Lao Dao'er watched the woman leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the young man.

saw that the young man's face was flushed, and he kept muttering something.

Xu Beitian was stunned, listened carefully, and couldn't help but be furious, without saying a word, he rewarded a punch, the young man snorted, and subconsciously sat cross-legged on the ground, gritting his teeth and condensing his qi and blood.

"Virtue!" Old Dao'er exhaled, it turned out that Fang Yan had been repeating a name just now.

A girl's name.

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