"Flying Sword"

Li Daoyuan said in surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Flying Sword"

On the other side of the dirt slope, the Flying Tigers were equally surprised.

"It's not a flying sword, you take a closer look," Lao Dao said at this time.

"It's not a flying sword," the flying tiger standing on the dirt slope on the other side seemed to see something.

Could it be a hidden weapon, and the hidden weapon is not like it, these two short swords are hovering left and right in the air, Li Daoyuan couldn't figure it out for a while.

At this time, the shock recurred, Li Daoyuan only heard a sound in his ears, Rong Hua was pierced by an arrow and fell to the ground, and the man in white opposite stepped forward and stabbed Rong Hua's heart with a sword when he saw this opportunity.

Rong Hua still had an incredible expression on his face when he died, he never thought that he would die here, and it was the first time he felt that life was so precious, it was too late to pity everything, and there was a question circling in his heart, why didn't the people in the car make a move"

"Master, why didn't you save him?" Lin Xi gritted his teeth and asked.

"Now is not the time to make a move, besides, why should I save him," the old man said expressionlessly

"But" Lin Xi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lao Dao.

"It's nothing, when the emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom ordered to raid your house, someone came to save you"

Lin Xi finally bowed his head and was silent.

"No" Nie Fang bit down on the pill and roared.

"I want you to die" ignored the oncoming enemy, turned around and pounced on the man in white, what was even more terrifying was that his body was about a foot high, and his whole body was red at the moment.

"Not good" The Flying Tiger's face changed, the man in white is his only relative in the world, he will definitely protect his life, which is also the reason why the man in white became the second leader at a young age.

The Flying Tiger didn't care about exposing his hole cards at the moment, and with a slap on his waist, a flying sword rushed straight towards Nie Fang.

Seeing that the other party's means were exhausted, Lao Dao said, "Now is the time for me to make a move"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the dust, and the dusty hair disappeared into the window.

At this time, more than a dozen bandits rushed out from behind the carriage, but these bandits turned a blind eye to the carriage and attacked their companions and killed each other.

The Flying Tiger's face changed and said, "Mutiny?"

At this time, the only man beside him also took out a dagger and stabbed him. However, it was easily blocked by a layer of yellow light on the Flying Tiger's body, and beckoned a fireball to burn the man next to him to ashes.

At the same time, his flying sword had also taken off Nie Fang's head, and he was about to turn back to defend.

Three arrows flew towards him, one in front of the other, and he was shot away more than a foot away, but the arrows still failed to penetrate the yellow light.

The Flying Tiger smiled contemptuously, and when he was about to speak, a fist-sized white light pierced through his abdomen from behind, and the Flying Tiger's eyes widened, and he vomited blood.

"How is it possible" The Flying Tiger fell down violently, and at this time, the white light dispersed and it turned out to be a hundred white silk threads.

The man with the bow, his face full of horror, opened his bow and arrows and shot at his men indiscriminately, and when he first came here, he found that his body could not be controlled by himself.

The same goes for his men, when he numbly finished shooting the arrow behind his back, he put the bowstring around his neck with trembling hands, and he tried desperately to resist, but in vain.

The bowstring still cuts his own throat a little bit.

"What kind of demon did we find?" was a question he pondered repeatedly before he died

A quarter of an hour later, there were only five people in the field, and four people in the car were unharmed, and the old man with a back only suffered a few skin injuries.

"You come out and bring the storage bag knot, I'll bring it," Lao Dao didn't name him, and he didn't look at any of the disciples.

"Yes" Li Daoyuan said first, even if he didn't have to rob it, it would be him, because the faces of the junior brothers and sisters had become pale and bloodless.

Li Daoyuan still overestimated his courage, although he had seen this Shura field in the car, and he was ready in his heart, but when he really came to the field.

Seeing that there were stumps and broken arms all around, rivers of blood flowing, the faces of the dead were indescribably hideous and terrifying, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Li Daoyuan's stomach began to churn, he cheered up, took a step, and saw that there was no clean place to leave his feet on the ground.

He had to stride forward by staring straight ahead, walking hundreds of steps before he reached the hillside where the Flying Tiger was located, the grass here was clean, and Li Daoyuan looked down on the grass under the hillside to find something.

Behind him, dozens of red footprints were left on the grass, and they were found, and in the grass not far away, there was a one-foot-long bronze flying sword.

Li Daoyuan's face was happy, and he picked up the sword and took a closer look, there were two inscriptions printed on the sword body, which were ancient characters, and there was a sharp sword groove in the middle of both sides of the sword body.

At this moment, under the sunlight, a faint layer of fish scales flashed as a whole.

Li Daoyuan walked to the Flying Tiger and squatted down without looking closely, put the sword beside him with his right hand, and began to grope with his hands on the Flying Tiger.

As soon as his left hand touched the storage bag and was about to pick it up, the Flying Tiger was not dead yet, and his right hand grabbed Li Daoyuan's left arm, which scared Li Daoyuan a lot, and he quickly picked up the flying sword on the side with his right hand and stabbed it into the heart of the Flying Tiger.

The Flying Tiger stared at Li Daoyuan with wide eyes, his right hand grasped it tighter, Li Tongyuan's eyes flashed, and he held the flying sword in his right hand to stir up in this person's heart, and the Flying Tiger vomited blood, rolled his eyes, and the dead could no longer die.

The Flying Tiger didn't expect that he would eventually die at the hands of a mortal, and Li Tongyuan didn't expect that the first person he killed in this life would be an immortal cultivator.

When Li Daoyuan walked back into the car, he let out a sigh of relief.

Lin Xi and Jia Yuan's faces were even more pale when they were shocked by his blood, and they both moved their bodies back.

"Have you rested, you can start again," the old man said to the old man.

"Yes," the old man said respectfully, and with a flick of the reins, the vehicle set off again.

"Master" Li Daoyuan handed over the storage bag and the flying sword with both hands, Lao Dao took the two things, picked up the flying sword and said, "This is an intermediate magic weapon, named Jinghong, I will leave you a protective body when I see this sword!"

"Thank you, master" Li Daoyuan's face was happy, and he took the sword with both hands. I played with it in my hand and received it by my side.

"Master, they, why did they all kill each other in the end?" Jia Yuan asked with a puzzled face,

Lao Dao waved the dust whisk in his hand and said, "This whisk is called Baimang Qiansi Whisk, it is a top-level magic weapon, the main characteristics are small and tough, and the mana can be as long as thirty zhang with full force, you now understand how they all killed each other in the end, but it can only be used to control mortals, you also saw just now, the layer of protective yellow light on the bandit leader's body, to control but he can't." However, it is not difficult to break his protective aura. ”