Zhang Muxian stood up, saw that Yu Fei and Dong Zunru were still meditating, did not bother, went straight to the river, saw the turbid waves in the river like a ridge, could not see through the depths, and remembered the stone tablet on the opposite bank that read "Quicksand River". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths.

The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers sink at the bottom. ”

My heart moved: "Why is the quicksand river called the quicksand realm? This river runs for 800 miles, spanning tens of millions of miles, and divides Nanzhan Buzhou and Xiniuhe Prefecture, is it actually an enchantment? If it is really an enchantment, "non-earth immortals cannot cross" can make sense. ”

Tongue and Dong Zunru came behind Zhang Muxian at some point, and said gratefully: "Thank you, big brother." ”

Zhang Muxian turned his head, "Three brothers in the world, don't say thank you again in the future! Third brother, you didn't care about your life to block the white bone spirit for me, but did you ever think of asking me to thank you?"

Dong Zunru shook his head: "The eldest brother is in trouble, of course the younger brother is duty-bound." ”

Zhang Muxian said to his tongue again: "Mu Xian is injured, I am confused, second brother, you turned into an angry King Kong, fighting the white bone spirit, scarred, but fighting to the death and not retreating, have you ever thought that we would thank you?"

Tongue folded his hands together, shook his head and said, "No." ”

Zhang Muxian stretched out his hand and said: "Landing as a brother, why bother with flesh and blood!"

The three of them clasped their hands tightly together and said in unison: "I don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I want to die on the same day and month of the same year." ”

"What a touching picture of brotherly love, this seat is going to be moved by you!"

Zhang Muxian and the three of them turned their heads to look, and the white bone spirit had already recovered its handsome young man's outfit and was slowly walking down from the upper reaches of the quicksand river.

Dong Zunru shouted angrily: "White Bone Spirit, so many tricky women were abused and killed by you, they all loved you deeply, how can you do it?"

Seeing his righteous face, Bai Gujing was stunned, and actually stopped advancing, turned to the quicksand river and stood with his hands in his hands, as if he did not put Zhang Muxian and the three in his eyes.

After a long time, he turned around and said calmly, "Even if I don't kill them, what can I do? For women, the most terrible thing is that red faces turn gray hair, and I will destroy them in the most beautiful years, and after a hundred years they will always appear in the world with the most beautiful faces. ”

Dong Zunru reprimanded: "It's nonsense. ”

The White Bone Spirit sneered: "Whether you believe it or not, I give with all my heart when I get along with every woman, and I suffer no less than them when I kill them." ”

"You're a demon. He cast the Thunder Sound Technique, spat lotus flowers in his mouth, and crashed into the white bone spirit.

Dong Zunru also appeared in front of the white bone spirit in a flash, and the sword in his hand pierced him in the heart.

The white bone essence's face remained unchanged, the left sleeve flashed with lightning, annihilating the lotus flower spit out from the tongue, and the right sleeve waved out the sword covering Dong Zunru, and there was a clanging sound from the sleeve.

With a loud shout, his body swelled to a height of four feet, and his hands clenched his fists and smashed down on the white bone essence, Dong Zunru also flashed away, striking from behind.

The white bone essence swirled between Dong Zunru and the tongue, and he was at ease. He has always focused more than half of his energy on Zhang Muxian. Zhang Muxian's sword left a deep impression on him, and the rich killing intent on the sword made him still tremble when he thought about it.

Zhang Muxian's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and he couldn't stop moving his position, putting pressure on the white bone spirit, so that he didn't dare to let go of Yu Fei and Dong Zunru.

The white bone spirit and tongue bloom, Dong Zunru came and went, and the generals got up, and the sand and stones flew on the banks of the quicksand river, and the wind was fierce.

After more than 30 rounds of fighting, the white bone spirit shouted wildly, the thunder flashed in his hand, and he opened the bow left and right, repelling the tongue and Dong Zunru at the same time.

Zhang Muxian's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Two seniors, shoot!"

The two swords of the cadre and Mo Ye turned into purple and blue rays of light and shot towards the white bone essence. The white bone spirit raised his head and twisted his waist to avoid the second sword, and the clothes on his body were cut twice.

The two sword lights of Zi Qing did not stop, shuttling back and forth, and they couldn't stop attacking the white bone spirit.

When the white bone spirit first saw Zhang Muxian release the flying sword, he didn't dare to take it hard, so he could only dodge in embarrassment. After three or five rounds, he saw the bottom of the two swords clearly, and his hands stretched out from his sleeves, turned into white bones, and flicked at each of the two swords.

The purple and green two sword lights immediately appeared in their original form and flew back into Zhang Muxian's hands.

The white bone spirit hit the cadres and Mo Xie hard in one move, dispelling Zhang Muxian's idea of releasing horse aid. He had previously seen that Tongue Bloom and Dong Zunru were able to defeat the White Bone Essence with a few moves in the Ghost Immortal Realm, so he despised the cultivation of the Human Immortal Realm, forgetting that the cultivation of the two of them was the top exercises of the Three Realms, which were not comparable to ordinary ghosts and immortals.

Zhang Muxian originally planned to combine the power of the five ghost immortals, Dong Zunru, Ganjiang, Mo Ye, and Ma Yuan, trap the white bone spirit, and then peep into the bow and shoot the soul-destroying arrow, but now he can only fight to the death with all his might.

The three brothers glanced at each other, and they all saw the determination in each other's eyes.

With a wild shout, he shook off the thunder light on his body, and stepped forward again to resist the white bone essence, Dong Zunru also flashed on the left side of the white bone essence, swinging his sword to attack. The four-sword in Zhang Muxian's hand was awe-inspiring, attacking the right side of the white bone spirit.

The three brothers surrounded the white bone spirit in the middle and attacked fiercely, but found that it was useless, except for Zhang Muxian's four-way sword, which could make him a little jealous, and Tongue Bloom and Dong Zunru couldn't even break the defense.

Zhang Muxian's anger rolled in his heart, and the killing machine rose with it, and the power of the sword increased suddenly. He bit the tip of his tongue again and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the power of the Sihe Sword rose to a new level.

Seeing that the eldest brother was desperate, he spat out the truth and said: "I only wish for the world." Great mercy listened. If I have a witness immortal, this body of flesh and blood will give to all sentient beings. "Buddhism is willing to sacrifice one's life and use the mantra.

As his true words came out, his cultivation was rising steadily, and he reached the realm of human immortals in an instant, his body was bright, as pure as glass, and the electric light of the white bone spirit could no longer cause him the slightest harm.

Dong Zunru hugged the sword and retreated, his two fingers slid across the sword, and the blood immediately dyed the sword red, and he shouted in his mouth: "One Yang is born!"

Thousands of Dong Zunru figures immediately appeared in the upper and lower reaches of the quicksand river, and each Dong Zunru sent a straight stab at the white bone spirit. This is the Confucian art of the unity of heaven and man, which is more than a step closer than the external incarnation of the body.

Regardless of distance, these figures broke through the limitations of time and space, and appeared beside the white bone spirit at the same time, using thousands of swords to cut off the flesh and blood of the white bone spirit and turn it into a white bone.

Tongue took the opportunity to kick the white bone spirit on the leg bone, making a crisp bang, kicking his leg bone off.

Zhang Muxian's four-way sword took the opportunity to make up for the sword, cutting off the leg bone, and at the same time, a little finger, a drop of blood flew into the broken bone, the swordsmanship of the right hand did not stop, and the left hand kept calculating to prevent the white bone spirit from escaping.

Seeing that the three of them had their own tricks, they couldn't resist at all, and they were terrified in their hearts, so they jumped and flew into the quicksand river.