On such an occasion, the fate of being a bird is generally not very good, and this person also interprets this with his life, he has just picked up the flying sword, and before he even straightens his waist, the hidden weapon in the sky has already hit.

He was immediately shocked, and casually held the flying sword in his hand and dialed it all over the sky, and this flying sword was only a few feet, although it was extremely sharp and cut several flying knives one after another, but it was still taken advantage of by some flying needles and flying locust stones and other hidden weapons to enter and hit his body.

In just an instant, countless blood flowers erupted on his body, and the whole person turned into a broken sack and flew out.

And the flying sword that was still warm in his hand fell down again.

The next moment, several more figures rushed to the side of the flying sword, each with a strange move.

A group of robbers! Fang Fushui was dumbfounded, but he was not stupid, he just bit his lip tightly, not daring to make any objections, for fear of attracting everyone to his detriment.

Then, a scuffle ensued on the long street, with swords, guns, swords, and halberds clanging bells.

Some of them knew each other, and some of them didn't, and they all fought fiercely, and from time to time blood burst out.

Just kidding, this is a flying sword! Even if many people don't know how to make the envoy even if they hold it in their hands, they are still hot-headed and fighting, and they have to grab it first.

Fang Fushui's physical strength and internal strength were slowly recovering, but he still decided to stay still, staring at the field desperately, preparing to find the right time to suddenly burst out and take the flying sword back.

In the midst of the chaos, a colorful light flashed in the sky, and suddenly, two figures suddenly fell from the sky with a flash of spiritual light.

The clouds rolled under the feet of the two of them, hanging in the air, quietly watching the chaotic scene on the ground, and their arrival instantly attracted everyone's attention.

When a person falls from the sky, floating in the air without a basis under his feet, he is naturally a cultivator. They all stopped fighting and looked at the comer with different expressions.

These are two green-robed Taoists, one tall and one thin, both in their thirties, tall and extraordinary, with bulging muscles, a bush of beards on their faces, and two big eyes shining with fine light.

The thin man is as dry as firewood, his cheeks are fleshless, his cheekbones are prominent, and his eyes are open and closed.

"Senior brother, it's really lively here!" said the thin man with a smile.

"Yes, it's lively enough...... "The tall Taoist also laughed, and then, as if he had found something, he stretched out his hand to the ground.

In the next moment, an old man felt a lightness in his hand, and the one he had just grabbed flew out, his eyes flashed with anger, but he opened his mouth, and finally he was silent with interest.

The flying sword was like being hung up by silk threads, slowly rising into the air, and fell into the hands of the tall Taoist, and the sword light shone brightly, and the flying sword also struggled, as if it wanted to break free.

However, the Taoist only smiled lightly and said, "Don't make trouble!" Then, a layer of white light flashed on the sword's body in his hand, and the next moment, the flying sword suddenly fell silent.

On the other hand, Fang Fushui's face was pale, and he felt that the connection between himself and the flying sword had suddenly disappeared......

"Who's it?" the tall Taoist subdued the flying sword and asked everyone with a smile.

"Mine!"

"No! it's mine!"

"! It's mine!"

Immediately, a few clever guys screamed, and the tall Taoist frowned, flicked his fingers and shot out a few points of spiritual light, which went straight into the bodies of those people.

Suddenly, their bodies trembled, and they fell to the ground and rolled over, as if they were suffering great pain, their faces were hideous, large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and they screamed again and again......

"Little things, it's not good to lie. The tall Taoist said regretfully, and then, his gaze swept over the audience, and everyone was silent.

"Okay, now can you tell me whose flying sword it is?"

The next moment, when one person looked at Fang Fushui, and everyone also looked at Fang Fushui, Fang Fushui had now regained a little strength, and what happened in front of him was twists and turns, which was really beyond his expectations, and at this time, there was no point in lying on the ground and pretending, he jumped up suddenly.

"Back to the two immortal elders, this flying sword is mine. Fang Fushui raised his head and said, then tried to ask, "Immortal Chief, can you return that flying sword?"

"Hehe......" The tall Taoist flicked his finger on the sword, the sword body trembled, and a buzzing sound, "Don't worry, this broken flying sword is also a treasure for you who don't know it, in the eyes of my brothers, it is not much better than the broken copper and iron in the mortal world, I won't be greedy for you, and it's not impossible to give it back to you, but you tell us first, how did you get this flying sword!"

"This was given to me by my teacher. Fang Fushui said honestly.

However, the thin Taoist looked cold, and beckoned to Fang Fushui, who involuntarily flew off the ground and threw himself into the hands of the Taoist.

In mid-air, Fang Fushui still struggled, but his whole body was wrapped in a flexible energy, and he couldn't break free at all, and the next second had already fallen into the hands of the thin man.

He was directly held in his hand by the thin man, and a rather mysterious power swam around his body before disappearing.

The thin Daoist turned pale and said coldly: "This is clearly a cultivator's flying sword, and you, a guy who doesn't have a Dao base, deserve it!"

"I didn't lie to you!" Fang Fushui gritted his teeth. His expression was a little aggrieved, and the first time he stood in the air without half a penny, he was even more frightened, and glanced down from time to time, lest he would fall down and die as soon as his hand was loosened.

"He said he wasn't lying, Senior Brother, do you believe it?" the thin Taoist turned his head to the tall Taoist and asked.

The tall Taoist shook his head disdainfully, "Senior brother, I think he is a little dishonest, you better give him some means." ”

Fang Fushui's face changed suddenly, and he explained in a panic: "I didn't lie to you!

The poor guys on the ground were still rolling, and their voices were almost hoarse, their clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and their foreheads were bubbling on the ground.

He didn't want to suffer that kind of sin.

"Haha...... Then you can be honest, where did you get the flying sword, don't tell me that your teacher gave it to you. ”

"It's really my teacher who gave it to me, why don't you believe it?"

"Then is your teacher a cultivator?"

"Yes!"

"Then why don't you have any cultivation?"

"It's a long story...... Do we have to say it here?" Fang Fushui really didn't understand, where did these two Daoists come from, what did they do all the time to get to the bottom of what they were doing?

It would be good if he took a fancy to his flying sword and took it directly, he didn't have the slightest resistance anyway, so why did he have to entangle the origin of the flying sword......

(End of chapter)