Chapter 412: Liu Weigang who built the foundation

"Huh, is he??" Zhang Yuhe had already known about it, and exclaimed in shock.

"Who?" Zhang Yutong was a stranger, and the monk who built the foundation in the distance didn't seem to be familiar with him!

"Sister has forgotten!" Zhang Yuhe sneered: "On the day of the Feather Immortal Conference, this person came out of the phantom array and stabbed another seriously injured female cultivator with a flying sword, and was blocked by the little sister with a purple spirit. Hmph, how can such a character be qualified to use a flying sword?"

"Oh!" Zhang Yutong suddenly nodded slightly: "I have a slight impression! However, this guy seems to have been expelled from the Hao Realm of the Taiqing Sect by their division commander that day...... Deming's predecessors have made a lot of calculations, but they have missed this guy, he ...... Could it be that you are trying to trouble my sister?"

Zhang Yuhe glanced at Liu Weigang, who was gradually approaching, with a look of disdain: "Isn't it the Dao Sect monk who has just set foot on the foundation? How can it be my sword cultivator's opponent? If he has any ideas, let the little sister's purple spirit taste his blood!"

After speaking, a trace of evil aura flashed in Zhang Yuhe's eyes!

"Sister, don't be careless!" Zhang Yutong slowed down the sword light, and Shen Nian looked at it again and again, but didn't find anything special, and said strangely: "Since this guy is blocking the way, he is naturally sure." But he ...... Can one person resist me and the other two?"

"Isn't it...... Come to thank me for waiting?" Zhang Yuhe also smiled: "Did the little sister's sword make him have an epiphany, so as to find an opportunity to build a foundation?

Zhang Yutong glanced at his sister, and the two of them still urged the sword light to fly towards Liu Weigang.

When the two of them got close to Liu Wei, they both stopped the sword light, and Zhang Yuhe said coldly: "This fellow Daoist, why are you standing in mid-air? The wind is so strong, it's better to stay in the cave and sleep!"

"Haha, who has the dream first, I know it in my life!!Poor Dao remembered, after the two Taoist friends were captured, Poor Dao would naturally go back to the cave and lie down!" Liu Weigang said.

"Haha!" Zhang Yuhe's laughter was even worse than Liu Weigang's, and when he saw the funniest thing in the world, he pointed his hand and said: "Just you? Dozens of days ago, you were still a little monk refining qi, even if you are a foundation builder today, you are not an opponent of the poor Dao with Dao alone, and you dare to say that you are not ashamed to take down my two sisters?"

Then, between the daxiao, he opened his mouth, and the purple spirit flying sword roared out and stabbed straight at Liu Weigang's head!

Seeing that the purple sword light was coming as if it had been deleted, Liu Weigang didn't dare to slack off, the magic trick in his hand was pinched, and a light red light curtain suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, just in front of the flying sword, the sound of "dang", the flying sword seemed to be pierced on the iron wall, and a few sparks collapsed from the light curtain, "Go!" Zhang Yuhe saw that the flying sword was blocked, his face was slightly flustered, and the mana urged, and the purple spirit flying sword swelled slightly, as if he had just woken up and stretched his waist, and rushed towards the light curtain again.

There was a soft sound of "poof", and this time the light curtain was actually drilled out of a small hole, and the flying sword was very agile and drilled into the hole!

"Huh?" Liu Weigang obviously didn't expect the flying sword to be able to drive like this, his face showed consternation, but then, he didn't see how he moved, the light curtain flashed, the red was slightly thick, and the light curtain seemed to have widened, enveloping the flying sword entirely, Zhang Yuhe felt that the purple spirit seemed to be stuck in a viscous quagmire, and there was a great obstacle in front of him, if he didn't increase his mana, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make a contribution!

"Hmph! Poor Dao wants to see, what other means do you have as a foundation building monk just now!" Zhang Yuhe was furious, his face was flushed, and he shouted: "Disease~", the two hands were put together, the index fingers and middle fingers of the two hands were closed, and they pointed towards the purple spirit, and the purple spirit was like taking the pill, and the sound of "whew" was to expand, becoming like a door panel, and the entire sword body emitted a light purple sword light, and it was slashed towards the light red light curtain!

Under the sword light, the "Zilala" light curtain is like ice and snow in boiling water, melting little by little, without the slightest resistance!

"Little lady, look at the Taoist method!" Liu Weigang's face showed hideousness, patted the storage bag, took out an orange-red handkerchief, waved his hand, and landed on the light curtain in front of him, the same brilliance flashed, and the light curtain turned into blood red!

Just when Zhang Yuhe was about to urge the mana, he only heard Zhang Yutong, who had been sweeping the formation, shouting angrily: "Who!" Then, the cherry mouth spit out, and a cyan sword light stabbed towards the place about a foot very abruptly, "poof" The light sound, and then a few rays of brilliance flashed, followed by a scream of "ah", and the brilliance showed a monk of the eleventh layer of qi refining, the monk held a formation flag in his hand, but the other hand was dripping with blood, and he was stabbed by the green spirit.

Just when Zhang Yutong wanted to urge Qing Ling to kill the monk, a faint mist emerged from the place where the light was, and in the blink of an eye, the monk disappeared!

"Hmph!" Zhang Yutong's Qingling Flying Sword shuttled back and forth in the light mist several times in an instant, but it all missed, and then he pointed his hand, and Qingling slashed a brilliant blue light in mid-air, rushing towards the location of Zi Ling......

"Haha!" laughed, a burly monk appeared next to Liu Weigang, only to see that the monk was dressed in a daze, and could not see the real face, the monk held a small golden bell in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed it in mid-air, the golden bell dripping and turning in mid-air, and a circle of golden brilliance sprinkled down, covering the monk and Liu Weigang in it!

"Magic weapon??" Zhang Yuhe and Zhang Yutong's faces changed slightly, their minds swept over, and they couldn't see the monk's cultivation clearly at all, they looked at each other, and there was a trace of consternation in their eyes, and then, the two exchanged glances slightly, and with a finger of their hands, Qing Ling and Zi Ling turned into slender sword light, and suddenly stabbed towards the brilliance of the golden bell!

"Ding ding" sounded twice in a row, and the two flying swords only pierced into the distance of about an inch of golden light, and they couldn't pierce it again!

At this moment, I saw Zhang Yuhe raise his hand, and with a touch of mid-air, a turquoise light flashed, and with the castration of his palm, he suddenly flew towards the left mid-air!

"Hurry up~Block it~" The monk shouted, took out a formation flag in his hand, and waved it in mid-air, and a faint mist appeared in front of the brilliance, blocking the turquoise brilliance!

"Hurry!" Zhang Yuhe frowned, snorted, the turquoise brilliance showed its shape, and it was another flying sword, and the flying sword spun and rushed into the mist!

"Squeak" There was a soft sound, and the fog was drilled out of a gap for a while, "Hmph, the flying sword is passing the book??" The monk sneered: "Since the old man made a move, do you still want to spread the news?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a spell struck at the flying sword.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yutong let out a low shout, the Qingling Sword flew back, she turned her body vertically, landed on the sword light, and flew in the opposite direction of the flying sword with her body in the sword.

And Zhang Yuhe also cast a spell, but she controlled the Purple Spirit Sword and flew in the direction of the Flying Sword Transmission!

The flying sword is indeed fast, and before the monk's magic trick falls on the flying sword of the book, Zhang Yuhe's purple spirit is flying, "poof" I saw Zhang Yuhe's small mouth open again, and a purple sword light erupted, which hit the fog color that blocked the flying sword, this sword light is the sword gang of Zhang Yuhe's purple spirit, which is usually warm and purple spirit, and its sharpness is no less than another purple spirit, and it is very easy to pierce the fog! The flying sword that passed the book immediately flew out of the gap with great speed!

"Hurry up and chase that flying sword!" Hearing the monk's command in her ear, Zhang Yuhe sneered, she herself understood that once the flying sword transmission came out, it would immediately merge with the aura of heaven and earth, if it wasn't for the cultivation being two realms higher than herself, she would definitely not be able to stop it. Moreover, there is already an image sent by her in the Flying Sword Legend, even if she and her sister have an accident and can't escape the monk's interception, the Xuanjian Sect of Huanguo can find it here according to the Flying Sword Legend!

"Where to go!" the monk shouted, raised his hand, and a three-foot-long rope flew into the air, and under the urging of the monk's mana, it immediately turned into a small dragon more than three feet long, raised his head and roared, stirred his body, and chased in the direction where Zhang Yutong flew away!

And the figure of the monk dressed in a mesmerizing body also flew up, following Xiaolong and chasing Zhang Yutong.

Liu Weigang hesitated slightly, took out a formation flag in his hand and shook it, and a pale red cloud grew under his feet, supporting him and flying towards Zhang Yuhe! At the same time, he waved the array flag again, and several thick fogs grew out from Zhang Yuhe's front, blocking her way to escape!

"Humph!" Seeing Liu Weigang chasing after him, looking at the array flag in his hand, Zhang Yuhe knew that he had fallen into the formation he arranged, Liu Weigang's cultivation was certainly inferior to himself, but with the help of the formation, he was afraid that it was a little dangerous, so he didn't plan to fight with Liu Weigang at all, seeing many clouds coming out from the front, he bit his teeth and slapped one hand on his forehead, only to see that from Zhang Yuhe's forehead, with the unveiling of the palm, the same purple sword light shot out from the mud pill palace and flew to the front of the purple spirit sword, but this sword light was three points thicker than the color of the purple spirit sword！

At the same time, Zhang Yuhe leaned forward, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and his whole body spun like a spinning top, piercing towards the clouds with an awl, but the purple sword light that Zhang Yuhe highlighted just now was at the front of the awl!

The sound of "Zilala", the cloud was as sharp as an iron block, and it was extremely viscous, sticking Zhang Yuhe's entire body!

A large piece of purple brilliance was born from the contact between Zhang Yuhe's head and the clouds, dyeing all the clouds around him, and the brilliance of the brilliance made Liu Weigang, who was chasing after him, dazzled for a while, and involuntarily raised his arms, wanting to block his eyes, but the purple brilliance was so domineering, even if he closed his eyes, what remained in his heart was purple!

As soon as Liu Wei urged the mana, bursts of brilliance flashed on Zhou's body, and the purple brilliance was also dim, and when Liu Weigang's mind swept over, he saw a gap in the clouds, a gap the size of a person was revealed, and Zhang Yuhe had disappeared without a trace......