However, don't look at Luo Thirteen's ability to fly with a sword, but he is not a sword cultivator in the true sense. The real sword cultivation is the sword baby, and the acquisition is the golden essence of the qi, although there are also real sword cultivation in the interception sect, but there are not many who have achieved cultivation.

In fact, although the Tongtian Sect Master is in charge of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, he is only a real sword master, and most of his disciples who study swordsmanship are only following the trend and blindly respecting.

For a master-level figure like the Tongtian Sect Master, one law, ten thousand laws, sword cultivation or something, in the final analysis, is just a way of cultivation.

However, for ordinary cultivators, although the cultivation of sword cultivation can have more powerful attack power, it is also easier for the sword to go sideways, and it is not an easy thing to achieve true cultivation.

This situation will probably change in a few hundred years, when there will be a named disciple named Yi Yin who will establish a Shushan Sword Sect and truly carry forward the cultivation of Sword Immortals.

However, for the current Zhu Tianpeng, it is precisely because Luo Shisan's swordsmanship is only a manifestation of the Dao method in the final analysis that he can exert his due power in this situation.

In the mountain col, there was almost a flash of lightning, and Zhu Tianpeng's figure had disappeared in front of Jiang Kui's eyes.

Although the Dongyi High Priest on the opposite side was also secretly frightened in his heart, his reaction was not slow, and he waved his hands to ripple out a circle of cold air like water lines.

Zhu Tianpeng's figure suddenly slowed down, the fire on his body flickered, and the man and the sword seemed to be born of blood and fused into one.

With the sound of "Zheng!", the sword made a soft sound and gradually trembled, as if it had come to life.

Zhu Tianpeng squinted his eyes, and the whole person was immersed in Luo Shisan's memory, realizing the charm and momentum of the other party when he was using this sword.

Gradually, the fingers that had been holding the hilt of the sword slowly released.

The connection between the sword and his mind remained, suspended in mid-air, unmoving.

In the distance, when Jiang Wenhuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but blow up all over his body, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "The sword heart is clear!"

Although he has no immortal fate and cannot practice the immortal way, as the son of Dong Bohou, there is no shortage of famous teachers to teach since he was a child, one of them is a sword cultivator. He has been cultivating for three years and has not had the opportunity to comprehend the slightest bit of skin, and his sword cultivator is only worthy of comprehending this way.

"There is nothing on Sunday, and it is burned and killed! urgent~"

Zhu Tianpeng's mouth spit out the corresponding sword trick.

Suddenly, the sword flew out, holding a long rainbow shadow.

In an instant, the ice shield in front of Dongyi had been pierced.

"Whew!", stabbing the other party in the arm.

A puddle of blood splashed up, and Zhu Tianpeng was thoughtful.

This sword not only condensed the fire in his body, but also fused the willpower in Hou Yi's essence and blood to destroy everything.

With his mind spinning, the sword immediately flew back and fell into Zhu Tianpeng's hands.

The faint blood stains on the blade of the sword made him somewhat aware that Hou Yi's strength was probably playing the role of sword intent!

The Dongyi High Priest on the opposite side was furious, although he felt a trace of danger from this sword early on, but he never thought that the hateful little Luo Dao Chang could really hurt him.

Soon, however, the murderous intent in his eyes was replaced by greed.

The opponent not only has the Sun Shooting Divine Bow in his hand, but also has a sword that is exactly the same.

Although the Liangyi Electric Sword is not a superior magic weapon, it is also refined by the heavenly and earthly treasures that Luo Thirteen has spent his life, and after being re-refined by Zhu Tianpeng's residual jade, the level is already quite extraordinary in the eyes of ordinary monks.

"Jie Ji ~ Die!"

The cold air in the Dongyi High Priest's body turned into a drizzle, and all of them shot out, forming a dazzling white ice wheel in the air, spinning like electricity, and rushing over.

Zhu Tianpeng slowly waved the sword in his hand, attracting the aura of heaven and earth, forming a huge sword qi shield in front of him, faintly, it seemed to be the shape of a Taiji gossip.

A dense sound of gold and jade broke sounded, the ice wheel and the sword and shield clashed, the white ice wheel broke and reborn, born and broken, and every time it was reborn, it would become more cold and bright.

And Zhu Tianpeng's sword and shield fell apart under the ice wheel, turning into wisps of sparks and splashing around.

In the distance, Jiang Wenhuan grabbed his fist and cheered up Zhu Tianpeng: "Come on Zhu Zhuangshi, kill this zombie old ghost...... Gotta win!"

Jiang Kui stared at the battlefield even more, ready to rush up at any time to burn the jade.

But none of this could change the ending, and the high priest of Dongyi slowly approached with a cruel smile on his face.

Nearby, wisps of strange negative forces kept surging towards Zhu Tianpeng.

This time, Zhu Tianpeng had already prepared, Mo Yun Xuangong, and his energy was extremely concentrated.

But there were still some negative forces that eroded into his body, especially those acupuncture points that were strictly guarded, and slowly began to sting.

"Damn~" Zhu Tianpeng roared in his heart, knowing that after a long time, he was afraid that he would fall into that dark illusion again, gritted his teeth, and began to urge his spiritual thoughts even more frantically.

But slowly, the illusion still appeared, but this time, under Zhu Tianpeng's intentional guidance, the picture became the scene where Hou Yi shot the golden crows.

I don't know when the sun-shooting bow has appeared in his hand, curling his fingers, clasping his hands, flattening his eyes, straightening his shoulders, straightening his chest, striding forward, condensing his breath, all in one go......

The High Priest of Dongyi walked slowly, and Zhu Tianpeng's sword had already been knocked away by him after losing his mind control.

He let Zhu Tianpeng open his arm and draw the bow, although he was just a witch wish, but at least he had seen the flaws in Zhu Tianpeng's figure, but so what?

In the midst of the laughter, the high priest of Dongyi said contemptuously: "Where are your arrow......s?"

The laughter spread, feeling the negative power slowly increasing on the other party's body, he stretched his nose over and took a long breath, still so intoxicating.

However, he didn't notice that there was already a shallow arrow aura on the seemingly ordinary bow.

"Whoosh!", flew out, and hit the other party's eyebrows.

"Roar~" A shallow arrow mark appeared on the eyebrows of the high priest of Dongyi, and blood was dripping.

The sudden trauma made him furious.

At the same time, Zhu Tianpeng finally got rid of the erosion of negative power temporarily, and with a casual move, he ingested the sword and put it on the bow, his left hand suddenly loosened, the bowstring trembled, and the sword had ejected with the bowstring......

The High Priest of Dongyi was so furious that the sword had already struck him in the right chest like lightning.

Zhu Tianpeng seized the opportunity and slashed down with a bow in his right palm.

With a crack, the right sleeve of the Dongyi High Priest had been cut open a large slit, and the Sun Shooting Divine Bow collided with his arm, and it only made a faint sound of gold and stone intersecting.

Before Zhu Tianpeng could react from the shock, the high priest of Dongyi had already roared and slaughtered.

At such a short distance, the bow and arrow are useless.

But in the midst of the lightning, Zhu Tianpeng still tightened the bowstring again.

It's just that this time he didn't shoot an arrow, he actually held the bow with his backhand in an instant, his left hand clenched the bowstring, and as soon as his right hand loosened, he ejected the bow tire and hit the palm of the high priest of Dongyi.

At the same time, Zhu Tianpeng's free right hand condensed into a claw, slanted at the opposite door, and scattered a puff of cyan medicinal powder on the eyebrows of the Dongyi High Priest.

"Ah~" The high priest of Dongyi screamed, but the cyan powder took root in an instant, and countless shoots and branches grew out of the arrow marks on his forehead.

Zhu Tianpeng smiled, that medicinal powder was the seeds of some man-eating ghost vines that Luo Shisan had collected with great difficulty over the years, and it could only grow with flesh and blood as soil.

Although the arrow sent by the Sun-Shooting Bow only scratched the opponent's skin, it gave him the opportunity to perform such a vicious method.

The flesh and blood of zombies are extremely powerful, and almost in a short period of time, the high priest of Dongyi has a certain green hat on his head.

Zhu Tianpeng seized the opportunity, his hands sank, and the bowstring suddenly rested on the neck of the Dongyi High Priest, and the Sun Shooting Divine Bow tightened again, and suddenly rebounded, hitting him on the head.

"Roar, roar~~~" The high priest of Dongyi roared angrily, and the ogre vine on his head had not been removed, and he was hit again.

And those ghost vines took root when they found an opportunity, and soon grew all over his cheeks.

Zhu Tianpeng found that the vitality of these vines was extremely strong, and even the cold ice power of the Dongyi people was helpless.

"It's good that this thing is only afraid of fire!" If it weren't for that, he wouldn't dare to use it.

Thinking about it, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Zhu Tianpeng began to use his bow and sword to hit the other party as hard as possible.

By the time Jiang Wenhuan helped Jiang Kui to rush over, the high priest of Dongyi had already been tortured to an inhuman form, and Zhu Tianpeng was also covered in blood.

However, at the last moment, Zhu Tianpeng, who was a little carried away, was finally aroused by the negative emotions on the zombie again.

Zhu Tianpeng, who was indulged in it, had already done everything, abandoned the bow and sword, and tore the Dongyi high priest alive.

"Zhu Gongzi is finished!" Jiang Kui screamed, a little unbearable.

At this time, Zhu Tianpeng's blood on his body faded, his skin was as pale as death, and the cold was pressing, and he didn't know when he had turned into a hook.

That's not all, the fire in his body was still struggling, causing the tendons around him to bulge one by one, and the cyan veins showed a strange dark red, becoming a battlefield of ice and fire.

As if sensing the arrival of Jiang Wenhuan and the others, Zhu Tianpeng slowly raised his head, his eyes were as red as blood, and they were full of amazing violence.

Ice and fire, evil and good, at this time, Zhu Tianpeng's body is on the battlefield, and there is a fierce competition.

"It's a shame, Zhu Zhuangshi is going to become a zombie!" Jiang Wenhuan shouted in hindsight.

At this moment, a red light suddenly escaped in the distance, and it fell in front of the two of them, it was an old man in red with white hair.

"High Priestess, you're finally here!" Jiang Wenhuan's eyes lit up.