Phantom Hole 27

The disciple hurriedly pulled up a sword curtain, hoping to block this unexpected shocking blow.

"Go!" The son surnamed Zhang shouted violently, fanned his head a little, and the whole person had flipped over lightly, just letting go of the subsequent blow of the Gangzhu puppet.

Come to think of it, this fight has been brewing for a long time.

Just as the son surnamed Zhang shouted violently, the disciple of Ming Zhongguan had already fallen softly, and the blood on his chest was pouring out, and he was no longer alive.

"Senior brother!" Qing Xuan called out with a heart-rending call, and before he could take a closer look, he struggled to get up with a sword, and stabbed the dragon out of the abyss with all his might.

"Get up!" The figure of the son surnamed Zhang was not as good as touching the ground, the folding fan was thrown back, and with a "bang" sound, the folding fan instantly grew several feet, and the entire fan surface instantly expanded, just like a screen, just enough to block Qingxuan's hard blow.

Immediately, the folding fan was flattened down, and the sharp fan edge was aimed at Qingxuan and the Gangzhu puppet and rotated away in a spiral.

I can't see that this folding fan is still a magic weapon!

"Dangdang Dang!" "The folding fan opened or closed, or dotted or stabbed, under the manipulation of that surnamed Gongzi, it was even connected to several attacks by Qingxuan and Gangzhu puppets.

"Qing Xuan, abandon the sword!" At the critical moment, Chang Xuan Dao Chang was busy and nodded from the side.

Abandon the sword? If you can't attack it with a sword for a while, if you don't use a sword...... Hey, it's incredible.

I didn't have time to think about it in front of the direction, but I saw that Qingxuan's face was happy. He naturally didn't know, it turned out that this bell view was in one vein, and it was all the way of sword cultivation, and a sword was almost inseparable from its master since it entered the view, and it had been immersed in it for decades and hundreds of years, and it was a sword in everyone's hand. It can be said that it is a weapon for self-defense, and it is also a magic weapon for everyone to watch their homes!

For thousands of years, the bell view is well-known in the Western Regions, and there are few people who dare to come to pick up the tiger's whiskers. Occasionally, when you go out to practice, you only need to report the name of the bell. No one knows about the Lingyin Conference, and almost all of the opponents are looking for the wind.

However, cultivating in such an environment can naturally ensure that it is not disturbed by the outside world, but the negative consequence is that in addition to learning from the same sect, the disciples in Guanzhong actually rarely do anything with outsiders, so that at such a critical moment, Qing Xuan can't even think of using the natal sword, but asks the master to remind him.

Really. Qing Xuan threw his long sword upwards with his hand, and said hurriedly: "Go!"

The sword instantly turned into a training close to the length of the zhang, stretched straight to the giant fan, "swishing," "dangdangdang", the practice of countless times collided with the giant fan, and touched the fluffy sparks, but the effect seemed to be insignificant.

The Gangzhu puppet jumped up several times and wanted to come forward to attack, but the cave was narrow. The volume of the two magic weapons is not small, and they compete with each other. It has long been completely blocked.

Suddenly, there were only two sounds, "click, click". The son surnamed Zhang and Qing Xuan shouted in surprise: "It's not good!"

The two raised their hands and made a move, and the two magic weapons went back to their respective homes. Qing Xuan's long sword has been broken, but the folding fan of the son surnamed Zhang has been cut out of the boss's gap. Obviously, as a magic weapon. Both treasures have been destroyed.

The Gangzhu puppet didn't care about these trivial things, and ravaged up, forcing the son surnamed Zhang to dance the broken folding fan again.

As a magic weapon, the folding fan is finished, which makes the son surnamed Zhang almost burst into tears. It can be used as a competent blade, and the effect of this folding fan is not diminished at all. On the other hand, Qing Xuan, looking at the half-cut sword in his hand, had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the long sword of the junior brother on the ground.

In this way, it seems that the son surnamed Zhang will take advantage of it. After all, what he used was the folding fan that he had always used handy, and Qing Xuan, regardless of the size and weight of the long sword in his hand, was far from the one he liked.

But is that really the case?

Thousands of calculations, but don't forget that there is a master next to him who only wants to take advantage of his life, but he never wants to suffer!

Just before, taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two magic weapons and the splashing of stars, the direction was already quietly lurking the three Tiangang swords to the side of the prince surnamed Zhang. Naturally, in the big scene just now, this guy didn't dare to start rashly.

Who knows how powerful that folding fan is? If you turn around and strike back in the middle of a fierce fight, wouldn't it be very cost-effective to discount my flying sword! Anyway, there are Qingxuan's long swords, let them fight!

Why not sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?

Therefore, he chose to wait, anyway, it doesn't cost money to wait, why hurry? It is better if the two magic weapons are all lost, and he will be better able to take the advantage of the fisherman.

The so-called heavenly wishes, but I didn't expect that this guy would become a prophecy.

At this moment, the son surnamed Zhang was in a trance, not only regretting the loss of the magic weapon that had been tempered for many years, but also being more or less excited about taking advantage of it.

In the midst of this fleeting lightning and flint, the Tiangang Sword in front of him was launched. "Whoosh", it seemed to be just a sound, and the three Tiangang swords jumped up at the same time, stabbing the three death points of the son surnamed Zhang's body, the rooftop, the crypt, and the human mansion.

As long as there is a hit, it means that this guy has to say goodbye to the world.

At the same time, directly ahead, a pair of iron claws of the Gangzhu puppet and a sharp sword of Qing Xuan were attacking from Qi Qi!

In this way, it can be said that it is a net of heaven and earth, encirclement and interception, and it is really everything.

The son surnamed Zhang was covered in sweat and hair standing on end, and his blood was stagnant, "Small!" This guy blurted out a curse, and with a soft "bang", his whole body was suddenly less than a foot tall.

"Whoosh", the three Tiangang swords fell into the air, and they actually ran directly towards Qingxuan Daochang, "Dangdang" Qingxuan waved the long sword in his hand, which was able to block the three sharp blades.

"Ouch," Xiang Qian's face flushed slightly, "Accident, accident, pure accident." ”

The Gangzhu puppet was not affected at all, stepped forward, kicked it fiercely, and stomped down according to the villain.

"Bang", there was another soft sound, the villain jumped to the side, and instantly returned to its original shape, but it just hit the blade of Qing Xuan's second attack, "dang" In the chaos, this guy swung a fan, but it could only lightly smash the tip of Qing Xuan's sword a little.

"Poof", Qing Xuan's move was to guide the immortals, and finally stabbed into the left half of the body of the son surnamed Zhang.

Qing Xuan was overjoyed, and the inexperienced mistake was repeated, and his subordinates couldn't help but stagnate, so at this time, the son surnamed Zhang grabbed the blade of the sword with his left hand, and the folding fan in his right hand had already reached quickly.

"Ahh

However, a pair of iron claws of the Gangzhu puppet had already arrived at this time. "Puff" sounded twice, and they were all inserted into the back of the son surnamed Zhang.

"Haha, ha......" The son surnamed Zhang laughed helplessly, and then fell down and went to report to Yinsi.

Xiang Qian stroked his palm and laughed, "Okay, good!" His eyes looked at the Tang boy who had been watching from the sidelines.

"Brush", just one glance, this guy's little face is already white.

"What do you want?" asked Tang Xiaozi in a trembling voice.

"Are you asking me?" asked Xiang Qian with a fierce look.

"I, I, I, I didn't let them kill!" Tang Kid hurriedly distinguished.

"Really?" asked Xiang Qian in a very unkind tone, "Haven't you always been preparing to deal with me?" )