The real person is a Taoist priest, combing his hair in a bun and hairpin, when he was neat and tidy, he inserted a yin and yang hairpin on his head, and then his long hair went to mend the net, and the hairpin fell beside him.

With his pause, the yin and yang hairpin at his feet flew obliquely, trembling a few times in the fierce shot, and then seeing that the hairpin was gone, a golden Taoist held a golden sword, rushed into the layers of stick shadows, and fought 'killing a thousand knives'!

The Jinguang Dao people transformed by the Yin Yang hairpin, from their clothes and appearance to their expressions and demeanors, are all the same as the real people of the poor soldiers. But it's not a doppelganger, a primordial god, he's his heart.

It's really his heart, and at this moment, the poor soldier's left chest is empty...... After a long period of practice, he once practiced the sword in his heart, and then combined the sword in his heart to refine a sword heart.

But only the sword heart is not enough, and the poor soldier Taoist smelts the three doppelgangers into the heart, and finally the sword heart gets the divine will, can turn into a true form, and the poor soldier cultivates the sword to completion.

The sword of the poor soldier is the heart of the poor soldier, and the heart of the poor soldier is not another poor soldier!

The sword heart turned into shape, and the long blade broke through the air! The shadow of the stick in the sky that Su Jing had provoked was all broken by the blow of the 'sword heart'! Su Jing's face flashed with astonishment.

After exchanging blows with Su Jing, the 'Sword Heart' rushed to kill without the slightest pause, and the long sword held high the golden light and slashed towards Su Jing.

Su Jing retreated sharply, one step at a time, and the 'sword heart' followed closely like a shadow, and the little sword light at the sharp edge of the long sword was only thirty zhang away from Su Jing's eyebrows! But after taking a step back, Su Jing had already regrouped his fighting momentum, and he did not retreat, did not retreat, but advanced.

He was not the only one who counterattacked to meet the enemy, there were two more people behind Su Jing, and the other two Su Jing in the green robe and the red robe appeared - two doppelgangers of wind and fire. Everyone knows that the long whip of a hundred zhang, a wind and a fire, the long stick in Su Jing's hand is raised again...... Three people work together, all of them kill a thousand knives!

In an instant, the sun fire surged, the golden wind rolled, and the brilliant wind and fire contained the boundless shadow of the stick, and the poor soldier sword heart fought fiercely.

With the help of the two doppelgangers, the new battle was evenly matched.

Luohan array, the scorching sun, Yunsheng Stegosaurus, killing a thousand knives. Clones fight Kenshin...... The thunderous smile on Zheng'an's face at the head of the city has long since dispersed. Wumo's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked sideways at the poor soldiers around him, and laughed: "The sword immortal from Middle Earth!"

In just one sentence, it sounds unremarkable at first glance. Savor it but feel deeply. I don't know why he sighed like this.

The poor soldier seemed to be thinking of something. But before the words were spoken, the light in his eyes flashed rapidly, and he shouted to the front of the city tower with full breath: "Break!"

'Break' is an opening sound, and a burst of breath is spewed out with the breath. The quiet air in front of the city tower shook suddenly, and I saw the figure of a monster dressed in a moon-white robe and wearing a red gold crown appearing, and it was blown crooked by the poor soldiers.

Su Jing fought, Shuoyue Tianzun Yan Wufu wanted to help, hid his figure, took advantage of the chaos of the scene and approached carefully, but was noticed by the enemy when he was about to touch the city.

Since being rescued by Su Jing, the two Jiazi Yan Wuyu have been hiding in the Heavenly Black Sword Prison to refine the pearl on the crown of the Nine Teeth Pearl, which is the essence of the cultivation of a great destruction of the king of Wuxuan Yuan, and if he wants to turn all the power into his own use, more than 100 years is far from enough, but Yan Wuyu has made great progress in his cultivation, not only the immortal soul has made up for the reshaping of the Yin body, but his cultivation has also skyrocketed, compared to before he was captured by Wuxian Yuan, the true power of Xiuyuan has increased by more than two or three times.

But it can't stop the poor and unreal people from taking a bite of immortal gang!

With just one breath, the Taoist blew Yan Wuvain away, fell three thousand miles horizontally, and fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Then the poor soldier Zhenren made another breath, and before he knew it, his face was solemn, dusting the stars, rushing to the sky, the river robe, the chaotic eyes of the left palm, and the yin and yang hairpins of the sword heart...... He used to be a famous immortal family in the Eastern Heavenly Dao family, and he could sweep away one side by any means, but today, for the last little-known junior, all kinds of fierce methods and heavy weapons were launched one after another, and it was still a scene where there was no winner or loser.

If you don't count the battle that was surrendered by Zheng'an not long ago, the poor soldier has not encountered such an opponent for many years, and there is nothing to hesitate or reserve when he fights to this point, the poor soldier raised his right hand and spread it.

Right-hand stall, to Su Jing;

Open your palms and eyes and look at Su Jing!

Different from the chaos in the eyes of the left palm, the eyes of the poor soldier's right hand are golden eyes, and the eyes are shining brightly. The last robbery method of the poor soldier real person, the golden pupil of the right palm appeared! The ordinary eyes could not see the clues, but the eyes of the immortal gods were clearly discerning, and in the eyes of the Taoist's right palm, the small golden pupil was clearly a knotted and sleeping golden dragon.

When the palms and eyes are closed, the golden dragon sleeps, and when the eyes are opened, the golden dragon wakes up...... Even in the Eastern Heaven Dao family, not too many people know that the poor soldier Zhenren raised a Fa-rectification golden dragon in his palm!

The golden pupils flowed, and the dragon got up.

At the same time, a hundred feet behind Su Jing was filled with cyan mist, and a fishy wind swirled around the mist. Su Jing and the two clones of Wind and Fire fought with the 'Kenshin Poor Soldier' inextricably, and in the fierce battle, the Yuanji Tiandu Fire Wings cooperated with the Golden Crow Wanchao Mantra, Su Jing leaped and soared, and his body moved so quickly, but no matter how he acted, the green demon mist always followed behind him.

Mo Juling Zheng'an laughed again: "This little fairy family actually has the means." ”

Having a means does not mean that the means work. His dragon, he knows:

The palm golden dragon is not the kind of 'mongrel' in the mortal world that carries the blood of the dragon clan and cultivates the awakening of the dragon to fly to the sky, his dragon is a real divine dragon with pure blood and born directly in the fairy world!

He is also a monk, but his skills are far away, and he is also a Taoist priest, but his cultivation is like a cloud of mud - and so is the dragon.

It was a coincidence that the poor soldier caught and raised this dragon when he was young, if it were not for this, the poor soldier would definitely bypass this grown dragon when he encountered it again today.

The dragon is more fierce than the poor soldier, although it is kept in the palm of the hand, but there is a price for awakening it to kill the enemy: two or two livers. The poor soldiers want to cut off their hearts and livers as a reward and feed the dragon. So the eyes in the right palm are usually reluctant to open them.

The divine dragon is about to appear, and the poor soldiers don't think that Su Jing's means can stop this catastrophe again.

The right palm made a quick move, the palm of the palm and the eyes were swaying, and a fierce dragon roar bloomed in the sky, and the golden dragon was born. From the palm of your hand!

But just as the golden dragon was groaning, another strange cry sounded from the green mist behind Su Jing, shaking through the four fields. Unlike the dragon's groan, which is high above the earthly world, the roar in the light mist is relaxed, cheerful, and banal, and the monkey has the only sound when it flies from tree to tree with its tail around the branches...... It was an ape cry, a cheerful ape cry.

The green mist shattered, the demon weathered and soared into the sky, accompanied by the cry of the ape and leaped into the sky, his eyes were as red as blood, he wore a Ruyi Tianshui crown, and each hand held the huge demon ape of the dawn silver hammer. Break the fog!

"Akajiri Divine Ape!" The poor soldier exclaimed.

The spirit of the red jiri ape was originally in the hundred-mile sun, but Su Jing was really cultivating with yang fire, and he continued to cultivate with it, and the golden crow quickly 'recognized' him with the blazing sun left by his predecessors. To be recognized by the sun is to be recognized by the ape spirit. Only with Su Jing's thoughts. The Akajiri Ape Spirit will follow him and fight alongside him!

Before, when he launched the scorching sun bombardment, Su Jing asked the 'demon ape' to temporarily leave the scorching sun. But he was not in a hurry to show himself, and hid himself to his side in case of accidents, and sure enough, it came in handy now.

However, this ape spirit is the obsession of the predecessors of the golden crow killing, in the final analysis, it is still a spell, it has aura but no wisdom, it is not a real living thing, Su Jing 'asked it' to leave the sun, in fact, it is also a spell:

The Yuan Spirit he invited out was only half of his strength, but this Demon Ape Spirit, it was proficient in nine hundred and ninety 'Killing Thousand Swords'!

The last ten swords came out of the momentum and started at will, the ape spirit was unwise, and he couldn't use the essence of the last ten swords when he 'went out' to defend against the enemy...... Nine hundred and ninety swords is enough! The demon ape rushed forward, wielding a hammer shadow all over the sky, and as soon as he saw the golden dragon, he was covered by thousands of hammers, and the golden fangs and claws roared angrily, struggling to resist.

The dragon is more than 100 miles long, the ape is 3,000 zhang high, and the two fierce creatures are in a ball.

At this moment, Su Jing had already exerted all his strength, and all the means had been used; how could it be that the real people of the poor soldiers had exhausted their magic weapons! The little-known Sword Immortal of Middle Earth, who had just ascended to the top, was really on par with the real people of the Lexi Mountain Protector Realm in the Eastern Heavenly Dao!

The battle of the immortal family, if it is short, it is life and death, if it is slow, it is not strange that it will not be won or lost in thirty or fifty years, and the battle between Su Jing and the poor soldiers is the latter, the vicious battle is fierce but evenly matched. Whether it is the hundred miles of the sun and the chaotic eyeball, the stegosaurus and the Tianhe, the deity doppelganger and the poor soldier Kenshin, the Akajiri ape spirit and the palm of the golden dragon, no wargroup can see the winner or loser, and some of this battle has been fought.

The poor soldiers on the city tower have done their best, and Mo Juling Zheng'an really can't help much, only to watch the battle, but Su Jing is not, now that he is really sure that the poor soldiers are not easy to surrender, he plans to call people: the mind is condensed, urging the spirit rhino, and preparing to summon the monsters in the turtle state to help.

Unexpectedly, when the spirit rhino was about to become but had not yet been transmitted, suddenly a pink thunder fell from the sky, and the thunder slashed across the sky and slashed towards the ink giant spirit on the city tower!

Zheng'an's body collapsed, and now his strength is not necessarily stronger than that of ordinary scattered immortals, and that pink heavenly thunder is extremely fierce, not inferior to Su Jing's blazing sun, Zheng'an has no room to dodge or resist at all, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to scream, he was destroyed by the heavenly thunder!

The ink giant spirit is born with the ability to infect people's hearts, and it is effortless to infect ordinary beings or shallow immortals, but if it is a person who has refined cultivation, especially a person who has cultivated to a high level of knowledge and determination, it will be very troublesome, this kind of thing is like fighting a tiger, and it is much more difficult to capture it alive than to kill it directly.

Being able to subdue the poor soldiers shows Zheng'an's skills.

However, greed is in the front, seeing that the poor soldier has some status in Dongxian Dao, he thinks that this person should be of great use, and he wastes so much effort that he consumes too much, and ends up with an unknown death.

Until he died, Mo Juling Zheng'an couldn't even tell the difference, it wasn't the real heavenly thunder that killed him, but a big pink snake! Just because this snake's attack was too fast and fierce, its shape was no different from thunder.

The other man at the head of the city, the poor soldier of the Mo Lingxian, let out a strange cry: miserable, mournful, full of sadness, angry, hysterical, like madness. He stood at the head of the city, looking quite idle, but all kinds of spells and magic weapons had taken away his true yuan and divine thoughts, and the poor soldiers had gone all out, and when the giant snake attacked and killed Zheng'an, he no longer had the strength to save people.

When he was dying, the snake swayed, and the tail of the spirit snake turned into a fierce thunderbolt, attacking the poor soldier and the real person; (To be continued......)