The other party's momentum is overwhelming, Nie Xiaoyuan is afraid that he can't support the other party's back hand, and if he can't hold it, he will die, and if he dies, the third son will also die. He has a tranquil personality, no ambition and does not like to fight, in Shifang Town for three years to make two close friends and know many Taoist friends, broaden his horizons, build his mind, people have the heart, have the heart but are forced by the situation, then the heart is unwilling, the heart is unwilling, the person has the courage. What happens when a man has courage?

The talisman who was originally a long-range enemy control was now rushing towards the opponent with all his strength, and for the sake of the sleeping little third son behind him, he resolutely decided to choose the battlefield on the opponent's side.

At the same time as he was running with all his strength, a thick black fog suddenly appeared in front of him, crashing into the black mist, his scalp was numb, his brain was cold, countless yin spirits screamed, and there was no way to change, and he wanted to forcibly drill into the sea of his consciousness and tear his soul, only for a moment, the soul was about to be lost, and the jade flute with the hair on the top of his head suddenly emitted a glowing light to block those yin souls from the heavenly court, but many yin spirits still hovered in the extension of the huaguang and lingered.

Even though he had just mobilized his divine consciousness to lock the brain palace and was broken through in many places, his divine soul was somewhat damaged, and now that he had obtained the power of the magic weapon, he was not harmed for the time being, but he was just surviving. After all, this soul protector artifact is not of high grade, and it can't be stopped for a long time.

After all, a monk who has been playing talismans for many years, there will be no means there. I saw that Nie Xiaoyuan kept turning his right hand and took out four yellow high-grade spirit runes between his five fingers-Heavenly Thunder Talisman. Mobilize the vitality of the dantian to rise, and recite the mantra: The thunder god surveys the sky, the demons tend to avoid, and I am also bright. At the same time, the left hand pinched the trick and quickly clicked on each of the four talismans, and finally pushed forward with both palms, and said: Open it for me!

In an instant, four thunderbolts exploded from near to far, from the sky to the bottom, and the blue electric light in the misty black fog swirled and flickered, and the crackling sound was endless, and the ghost in the thunder and lightning instantly dispersed, turning wisps of black smoke into wisps, and in a few blinks of an eye, the black fog with the shadow of the demon in front of him was blown open a passage, reaching the scarlet gaze.

Looking at the emaciated figure running from the long village road on the opposite side, with fluttering robes, the ghost nightcrawler decisively flicked his wrist, and the three arc-shaped blades hedged in three ways, upper, middle and lower, leaning forward and following closely. Da-da

In the black haze that could only be heard without wind, there was a nine-character mantra that was fast but clear, and the tone was frustrating: Lin-soldier-fight--all-array-column-front-line!

Two muffled grunts came out one after another, and after five breaths, there were three more sounds of human bodies falling to the ground.

In the early morning, the familiar barking of dogs woke Nie Xiaoyuan up. Turning over and sitting up from the ground, my head hurt a little, like a pinprick for a while. Gently tapped his head a few times with his palm, shook it, and gently pushed away the little third son who came to offer his courtesy, silk-groaned, and there was a tearing pain in his right chest, and he lowered his head and ripped open the torn half of his clothes, and a large dark blood stain on his clothes was swept inside, and he couldn't help but gasp, and a wound about three inches deep was obliquely on his right chest, and there was still a trace of blood oozing out between movements.

Before leaving, almost all the spirit stones of the other two friends were poured out, and they bought a 'Hundred Refining Broken Blade Soft Armor' in the shop "Baibao Zhai" opened by the Hundred Treasure Sect in the town, although the broken blade is a little exaggerated, but according to the mainland legend, the Hundred Treasure Sect is produced, it must be a high-quality product, this is still true, otherwise last night, although the Provisional Talisman was used to summon the god general, blocking all the opponent's blades, and there was still the strength to send out the final blow to split the ghost nightcrawler into two, but the blow of the opponent's dying scimitar still cut him into a whirlwind, if not' It is estimated that the entire chest has been cut, and now the soft armor is broken and unrepaired, there is no power to block the blade before.

After eating a pill to stop bleeding and building muscles, sit on the ground and breathe for a while, and feel the itching and numbness of the wound, you will know that the wound medicine has taken effect. got up and came to the place where the other party hit the street, the corpse that was split into two pieces by the knife lay quietly on the left and right, bloody and disgusting was inevitable, but it did not hinder the monk's habit of touching the corpse, and in the end, he only got a Qiankun bag that everyone in the mainland monk had on the corpse, and his divine sense swept it at will, and there were only a few Dan bottle spirit stones, a few jade slips, and no special items.

In addition to being disappointed, I suddenly remembered the scimitar that cut me, and at that time, I felt that the shape was unique and sharp. Hurriedly summoned the little third son who was running on the ground, looking for it near his fall, but the third son's nose worked, and in a grain pile on the side of the road, the third son pouted his ass and pulled out the knife handle.

This knife is more than three feet long, no more than three fingers wide, the entire blade arc is like a crescent moon, the hue on both sides of the blade is gray and black, and there are countless eye ornaments of different sizes engraved between the moire, staring at the black and gray conversion room, those eyes appear and disappear between the layers of clouds and mist, or closed or open and blinking, shuttling and lingering around, making people's whole mind tear into.

With an alarming omen, he hurriedly closed his eyes and concentrated, and when he opened his eyes, everything was as usual, Nie Xiaoyuan said in his heart: It's so dangerous, I was almost taken by this knife. Although I can't judge the grade of this knife, this knife should be a treasure. It's just a little shady.

I found a family nearby, carried this self-named 'Thousand-Eyed Magic Knife', and cut all the kitchen knives, bronze mirrors, hoes and other iron tools in his home.

This knife has no sheath, the grade of the Qiankun bag is not high, the space is too narrow, and the high-level self can only watch from a distance and cannot be blasphemed! I don't know how to carry the knife that the ghost will bend so much at night, so I had to wrap it directly in the torn robe that I had changed, and put it in the rattan to occupy some of the territory of the three sons.

After all, the people were still bumpy on the back of the running horse, and the three sons in the rattan basket behind them protested several times to no avail, and only exchanged for a few small pieces of jerky, which was also a little comforting.

Along the way, he found several villages with no traces, and there were more and more dead villages like this, the more irritable Nie Xiaoyuan became, and he was worried that the disappearance of some villagers might have something to do with him. In the past few days, there have been no new ghosts in the night, but Nie Xiaoyuan did not dare to relax his vigilance at all, he knew that the other party could find him once and find him a second time. The tense nerves at any time made him physically and mentally exhausted, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

On this day, it was still raining in autumn, and the road became muddy after several days of autumn rain, and the horse's legs were sunk deeply, and it was difficult to take every step. I had no choice but to dismount and lead the horse. Originally, cultivators could do it without getting their bodies wet in the rain and their clothes from raining, but considering the danger of not knowing when it came, the aura energy could not be consumed at will. The sunshade and rain cloth eaves extended by the rattan are also full of water, and from time to time the water seeps down to the top of the head, which annoys people, and the three sons in the vine have dreams again and again, and it is estimated that it is not comfortable.

Looking around, the gray and empty wilderness, where to find shelter from the rain. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of swords and soldiers in front of him, and he was busy with spiritual power pouring into his eyes, and there was a reflection of water and light in the land of Lixu, it should be a big lake, and the rest was still cloudy and could not be seen, and it was a question of whether to go or not.