Li Tianshi watched Qingtian fall one foot at a time, and let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction in his nose.

Immediately, two more friends who were understanding their intentions snatched out with their blades in their hands, and shouted: "Shen Daxia, our Poyang Shuangxiong is waiting for a lesson here!"

The Thousand Illusion Sword was startled, let out a roar of rage, and flew forward to save his friend. The sword roared, flashing a dazzling electric rainbow, shooting towards the two brothers who wanted to pick a bargain.

The figure flashed, the poisonous dragon long knife waved, and the "Zheng Zheng Zheng" was clear, and the Thousand Illusion Sword was set up to attack five swords in succession, and the cheers were deafening: "Master Li Zhuang, Liu is here to accompany you." ”

The two of them are both enemies, but they are afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish the winner within a hundred moves. The Thousand Illusion Sword was in a hurry, but there was nothing to be done, and more than ten masters had already followed the poisonous dragon and stopped between the people of Biluo Mountain Villa and the arena.

The poet and wine poor man who was fighting fiercely with the one-horned mandrill let out a long laugh, and suddenly attacked the three swords, forcing the one-horned mandrill to take two steps back, and then swept out at a terrifying speed, and the sound was deafening: "The evil is full of evil!"

The two heroes of Poyang screamed in unison, but when they saw the white shadow like lightning, the sword light rushed through the two of them, and the two of them screamed wildly and fell to the sides. The poet and the poor Confucian have arrived at the side of the ruthless sword, and the sword protects each other.

The old mandrill's face was dull, and he let out a loud scream, and he wanted to pounce on the cane again.

Li Tianshi let out a sinister laugh, waved his hand to stop the old demon, and walked out of the crowd and slowly walked towards the poor Confucian and ruthless sword, brushing the dust lightly, and said with a smile: "The Thousand Illusion Sword is worthy of being called a generation of heroes, and against His Royal Highness King Ning, even if the mountains and rivers are exhausted, he still does not hesitate to lead all the people to make a desperate bet, which is worthy of praise for the whole morality, but it is also stupid, you two stand up to the sword, just serve the poor Dao, and the poor Dao can use you." ”

The gaze of the poet and the poor man was attracted by the shaking dust, and he heard the strange sound from Li Tianshi's mouth again, and before Li Tianshi approached, his eyes were already in a trance, and the sword in his hand slowly hung down.

The ruthless sword was even more involuntarily, standing unsteadily and kneeling heavily, his eyes wide in a daze, and his appearance was extremely ridiculous.

Seeing that the two friends were restrained, the Thousand Illusion Sword's face changed greatly, and he broke away from the entanglement of the poisonous dragon with a roar. His expression became solemn, and the long sword was slowly raised.

The poisonous dragon was secretly frightened in his heart, looking at the demeanor of the Thousand Illusion Sword, it was clearly a harbinger of desperateness, once it was launched, it would be unstoppable, and he couldn't help but quietly move a few steps backwards under his feet.

He was not the only smart man, and the entire encirclement tended to move backwards, and the originally tense atmosphere was also relaxed.

Suddenly, a figure flashed silently on the west side of the arena, and the voice of the person sounded: "Everyone, what are you doing in this barren mountain and wild mountain for the New Year? ”

"Kill the gods with a magic axe!" someone blurted out.

The person who appeared was indeed Zhao Ping'an, and he finally caught up with the excitement before the climax arrived.

The most surprising person was undoubtedly the poisonous impermanence of a hundred miles of wind, and the place where Zhao Ping'an appeared was less than five feet away from him, almost within reach.

"You...... Is it a human or a ghost?" the old devil pointed at Zhao Ping'an, and his voice changed tone, "Even if you practice the Vajra Immortal Law Body, it is impossible for you to act so freely in the old man's Ruyi Dark Incense Array." ”

"There are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven. Poison is impermanent, you are so conceited, sooner or later you will suffer a big loss. Zhao Ping'an said lightly, "If you don't retreat bravely, the Beiren Tu will be a lesson for you." ”

Poison Impermanence fought a cold war, Queen Cang retreated, and finally drilled into the grass like a rat and disappeared.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it was unbelievable that the poisonous and impermanent wind was so frightened by a few words that it was unbelievable.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Li Tianshi hurriedly crossed the crowd to meet him, walking calmly and smiling, as if the person opposite was not a sworn enemy, but a friend who had been friends for many years. He asked with a smile: "Are you really Zhao Ping'an, the god of demon axe killing?" ”

Zhao Ping'an hugged his fists and saluted, and said politely: "It's easy to say, it's really a magic axe to kill the gods, and the bandit number has dirty ears, and it's no wonder to blame." ”

"Hehe, Zhao Shizhu's prestige shook the martial arts, what's the wonder? Poor Dao really wants to have a good talk with Zhao Shizhu. Li Tianshi shook the dust and smiled, his eyes and tone gradually changed, and the Ecstasy Dafa once again exerted its power.

Zhao Ping'an's eyes changed, he became stunned, he seemed to be blind, his feet were not a little stiff, the smile on his face was also frozen, and he approached the demon path as if he had lost his soul.

"Come, Poor Dao will sit down with you in the woods and talk. The demon said happily and stretched out his hand to hold it.

The poisonous dragon's heart was as delicate as a hair, and from Zhao Ping'an's eyes, he noticed that it was a little different from the previous situation where the poetry and wine were poor and the ruthless sword was restrained, and he shouted urgently: "Heavenly Master be careful......"

It's too late, Zhao Ping'an has crashed into Li Tiantian's arms, let out a long laugh, elbowed on the Qikan acupoint of the demon road, hooked the neck of the demon road and held it in front of him, and pulled out the sword of the demon road, saying that it was fast, really fast, the demon road became a living dead, at the mercy of the body, the body was half frustrated, and the shape was extremely ridiculous.

The sword of the demon road is antique, and the sheath is shining brightly, and the crystal light reflects the dazzling brilliance of the sun, and the cold forest forces people to make their skin.

"Good sword!" Zhao Ping'an cheered, with a flick of his hand, the wind and thunder were faint, the brilliance flickered, and the sword qi of Sen Sen was directly outside.

The system is produced and deserves to be a high-quality product. I exchanged it in advance for equipment that can concentrate on resisting external evils, and it really came in handy. Zhao Ping'an was secretly proud of his foresight.

"Who dares to go up, you want to murder Li Tianshi?" he drank heavily, his voice was like thunder, and the light in his eyes was like lightning, not angry but threatening.

The poisonous dragon who wanted to rush to save the demon was startled, panicked and retreated.

Zhao Ping'an's arm holding the throat of the demon Dao relaxed, and said to the demon Dao: "Li Tianshi, Your Excellency Lao Zhi gave an order to release the poet and wine poor Confucian and the ruthless sword Shen Daxia. ”

Li Tianshi stiffened, but he could still speak, gritted his teeth and said, "I can't do it, you ......"

"Hehe! Don't waste your efforts, Zhao's acupuncture technique is unique. If you want to use the True Qi Acupoint Technique to evacuate the Qikan Acupoint, and the True Qi rises to the first acupoint of the Ren Pulse, you will feel that the lower half of your body is like ten thousand needles drilling, and there seem to be countless insects and ants walking in your muscles. If you ascend to the divine level, it will be like a big iron cone that is not sharp, and it will hit your navel hard, ensuring that you will die of pain and live to death, and your qi will be dissipated. You can try, but you have to give the order, or ......"

"You...... Are you scaring the poor?"

"You're not smelly and beautiful, you're already meat on the chopping board, and you still need to scare you?

"Poor ......"

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, anyway, your fate is yours, and I'll cut you off piece by piece in the next piece. Didn't you instigate King Ning to rebel, hoping to seek glory and wealth? As soon as you died, glory and wealth became a spring dream, and I really feel sorry for you. I'm going to start cutting off your cheeks, your sword is sharp, it won't hurt, bear with me!"

As soon as the blade of the sword rose upward, the demon Dao was already screaming like a frenzy: "Stop! you have to ensure the safety of the poor Dao." ”

"I only promise that I won't hurt you, and as for the others, I don't guarantee that. Zhao Ping'an said leisurely.

"As long as you promise not to make a move, the group of people in the Thousand Illusion Sword, the poor road is still in your eyes. The demon said indignantly.

"Hehe! Thank you, Your Excellency, for your attention to Zhao. Give the order!"

The demon didn't dare to disobey, and shouted, "Quick! ”

The two minions of the demon way, respectively holding the distracted poet and wine poor Confucian and the ruthless sword, hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to obey the order or refuse.

Zhao Ping'an didn't care, and said with a smile: "Li Tiantian, look, you're not dead yet! You are King Ning's henchman and dog-headed military advisor, the No. 1 celebrity, above 10,000 people under one person, you know, how many people covet your No. 1 celebrity position? If you die, will it be the turbidity maniac who will fill your lack? Or the poisonous dragon will take the throne? So I bet with you, they all want you to die, I'm afraid I'm the only one who doesn't want you to die, I really pity you. ”

The demon Dao suddenly burst out and cursed: "You two dogs, you still won't let me go?"

The two minions fought a cold war and obediently let them go.

After the poet and the ruthless sword were captured, the Dafa of Ecstasy had been solved, and at this time he regained his freedom, hurriedly rushed out to retrieve his blade, and retreated to the back of the Thousand Illusion Sword to be on guard.

Zhao Ping'an untied the acupoints of the demon road, connected three fingers on the spine of the demon road, pushed the demon path forward, flicked the sword he snatched and said: "I have controlled your pulse in the next hour, if no one resolves it within an hour, you will be paralyzed for life." Now, you're ordering the man of the Turbidity Maniac to get out of here, and see if he's going to listen to you?"

The demon Dao ran out of the zhang, turned around and shouted angrily: "Junior, it is a big mistake for you to let go of the poor Dao, and the poor Dao is ......"

"Haha! You think so well, against you forty or fifty masters below, you won't make a mistake if you dare to let you go. Do you think someone can solve the prohibition of the pulse for you? Don't do your dream of Qingqiu, in the next pulse control technique, the only person in the world who can solve the next person, even if you invite the head of Wudang Shaolin, you can't solve the pulse control technique below. ”

"You ......"

"You send your minions away, and then lift the ban for you. Letting you go at this time is to preserve your self-esteem, and being ordered by someone to hook your neck will completely lose your prestige and have no dignity, and maybe no one will listen to you, right?"

The demon Dao was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, but he was helpless, and yelled at his minions: "Withdraw, go to the river and get on the boat." ”

The minions retreated in despair, but the people of the Turbid Maniac stood still.

Demon Dao's gaze fell on the turbid world madman who couldn't help sneering, and there was a resentful flame beating in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Jiangzhuang, you don't plan to listen to the poor Dao." ”