Looking down at the main village that fell into flames and chaos below, Luo Zhenren's Dao heart that had always been plain as water couldn't help but rise in anger, he was already a hundred years old, and his generation was a generation higher than that of Sun Guo, although due to lack of talent, the true yuan of Taoism was not as good as Sun Guo, but it was not much different, and he watched a three-inch long, inch-thick barrel fly out of the jungle behind the main village, and it fell obliquely near the base of the Xuantan altar, and then there was a loud bang, after the flames, the wooden buildings within a radius of several zhang were razed to the ground

"This ...... This ......" Luo Zhenren's eyes widened, his white beard flew, and he was speechless under the mixture of anger

He didn't know how many times richer than Ji Ruochen, and as soon as he saw the position of the barrel, he already knew the insidious intentions of the attacker, and the person hiding behind the village must know that the altar protection formation was powerful and difficult to break, and the apricot zodiac flag at the eye of the formation was tightly guarded, and it was difficult to sneak attack, so these powerful barrels were thrown in a place where the power of the formation could not be reached, and only the foundation of the formation would be blown up, so the formation protection formation would not be attacked and the main village would be built on the mountain, and the inside was full of wooden pillars and stone foundations, and it was extremely easy to blow up

However, what made him angry was not the insidiousness of this person, but the surprisingly powerful little silver bucket Luo Zhenren's eyes, at a glance, he had seen the spell attached to the barrel, and after the explosion, he listened to its sound and watched its flames, and he already knew roughly what was inside the barrel

It is precisely because we can see clearly that we cannot help ourselves

In terms of materials alone, the value of this silver bucket is equivalent to a medium-grade flying sword, and the manual work consumed is more than enough to make a high-grade flying sword, what does it mean? A disciple of Zhenwuguan Cultivation, diligent, get up early and rest late, and work in the Tao, it takes twenty-five years to be given a flying swordLuo Zhenren is a first-class disciple of Zhenwuguan, and he is also in the sixteenth year of meditation and practice, before he got his first fairy sword, he remembers clearly, it is just a short sword with a little spiritual power, so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary

What a True Martial Arts Sect disciple has worked hard for more than 20 years is gone?

Looking at another tumbling silver bucket flying in, Luo Zhenren only felt that the blood in his chest was surging, and the corners of his eyes were beating This evil man threw this treasure, how could it be as easy as throwing rotten eggs?!

"How dare a shameless person be so rampant!" a broken cry spurted out of Luo Zhen's mouth, and even he himself was a little surprised

Luo Zhenren's eyes were furious, his big sleeves waved, and a long sword with a bright yellow flame flew out of his sleeve, roaring and intercepting the silver barrel in the air, cutting it into two pieces!

Looking at the purple fine sand sprinkled like water in the silver pipe, Luo Zhenren's eyes were already bloodshot, and this inconspicuous silver bucket was actually filled with purple flame sand, which was three points more expensive than he originally estimated

"Come again! wait for this real person to see how many means you still have!" Luo Zhenren stood with his sword, and he had to be angry, and he drank like thunder!

The dense forest behind the village was silent for a moment, and suddenly the silver light shone, and seven or eight silver pipes were thrown out together, some of them circled all the way up, and they couldn't see the direction of their whereabouts at all; some flew straight for a while, and suddenly turned in the other direction, and there was no warning between the turns; some went straight to the road flag, which was as fast as electricity; and there were three that collided with each other, and then fell in all directions

Luo Zhenren snorted, like bursts of thunder, the fairy sword soared again, suddenly light and agile, suddenly condensed like a mountain, like a vigorous yellow dragon, swirling and dancing in the air in the sound of the sword, all the silver barrels were cut off in two sections before landing, none of them missed

The supreme prestige is displayed in this sword

Luo Zhenren's eyes were lowered, he stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't see him raise his eyebrows, and the fairy sword roared back, returning into his sleeve by itself, indescribably calm and chic

In the crisp sound of Ding Dingdang, half of the silver bucket jumped and landed at Luo Zhenren's feet, his complexion suddenly changed, his eyes were wide open, there was not a single purple flame sand in the half of the silver bucket, and the spell on the barrel was just a look, only its shape but not its spirit, and it was useless at all

Luo Zhenren's forehead was raised, and his electric eyes swept around, and sure enough, the silver buckets that were divided by his sword were the same as the one at his feet, which were fakes with empty appearances

Fang Cai's sword is very famous in the cultivation world, called the Yellow Dragon Jingtian, it is Luo Zhenren's special skill, it can be big or small, it can be rigid or soft, it can not only destroy the mountain and cut off the stream, but also wear flowers and dew

Such a mysterious and infinite sword move, of course, will not be all without a price, this price is the consumption of the true yuan is extremely huge, even with his true yuan at the moment, at most he can send three swords, if it is not for the other party to throw out these many silver barrels at once, the impulse of a sword to cut off nine flying swords faintly wells up in his heart, he will not send this sword at all Of course, except for Huanglong Jingtian, he has no other way to stop all the silver barrels

There was another soft sound, and a glittering silver bucket flew into the night sky as if it had no weight, like a silver butterfly flying under the moon, and the silver light falling down like water reflected on Luo Zhenren's iron green face, which was really unique

The silver barrel slowly fell towards the road flag like a demonstration

Luo Zhenren's temples couldn't stop beating, the roots and green tendons appeared from time to time, and every silver bucket looked exactly the same, is this one real or fake?

The Dao Banner is the eyes of the whole array, of course, it is important because it is so important, Luo Zhencai personally guards this place with him guarding here, and the Zhenwu Guan Qundao thinks that there will be no problem, so they got up and left the altar one after another, pursuing the bold fanatics who dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head At this moment, there is really only one Luo Zhenren left here

Although the silver bucket fell slowly, it was also about to touch the white beard of Daoqi Luo Zhenren, but the sword could not be swung

If this bucket is true, then most of the words without the Yellow Dragon Jingtian will not be able to intercept the silver bucket, but if it is fake, what if it is fake?

Rumble!

Looking at the orange fireball that rose into the air, Luo Zhenren finally knew that the price of this silver bucket was really the Dao Banner that turned into a raging flame

Luo Zhenren's face turned blue and pale, not only because of the anger caused by being teased, but also because of the importance of the Xuantan altar to the true martial arts concept that has completed nine points, only here can he really understand that it doesn't matter if the Dao flag is destroyed and the formation is broken, the important thing is that the Xuantan's qi veins have been shaken, and the medicine fetus that is about to be hot has been wasted, so how can he explain to Sun Guo?

Looking at the crumbling Xuantan, Luo Zhenren gritted his teeth, if he didn't annihilate the enemy who was going to invade, how could he have the face to go back to the True Martial Arts Temple?

He bit the middle finger of his left hand, and then shook his sleeve, and the fairy sword flew out of his sleeve again, he reached out to hold the fairy sword, and smeared the blade with finger blood, and the blood of the blade stained the blade, and the sound of the fairy sword immediately turned from Qingyue to low, and the bright yellow brilliance gradually turned dark red

Luo Zhenren stood still for a moment, and suddenly shouted "Go!", with a finger, the fairy sword turned around on its own, with a touch of dark red fire, and rushed into the raging fire of the village in an instant!

Almost at the same time as the fairy sword disappeared, a dragon-like roar sounded from the other side of the main village!

With a bang, a burning wooden building collapsed in front of Luo Zhenren, and the flames that came to his face were divided to both sides, and the fairy sword flew back calmly, flying around Luo Zhenren for a week, before returning to his palm Looking at a few points of blood stained on the blade, Luo Zhenren smiled proudly This sword is sharp, and it is not stained with blood, and it is blood-stained at this moment, which shows that the person is seriously injured, and there should be no luck

As soon as the smile appeared, it was already frozen on Luo Zhenren's face, and he looked to the left in horror, and a figure appeared in the raging sea of fire

This person is dressed in Taoist clothes, his appearance is handsome, the whole body is faintly clear and clear, there is almost no magic weapon on his body, only a mysterious iron rod on his back, this person stepped on the fire, the raging flames wrapped around his body, clothes, but failed to leave a little scorch

Luo Zhenren frowned, he had already seen that this person was not very strong, but there was a chill in his heart, he could see clearly, this person was not born with a fiery physique and was not afraid of flames, but the flames would extinguish themselves when they almost touched his skin

Luo Zhenren's long eyebrows fluttered, and he sneered secretly, and said: "Taoism is the foundation of all things, no matter how many miraculous skills you have, it is just a tree without roots, wait for me to see your carving insect skills, how can I get the fairy sword in my hand?"

Luo Zhenren stood with his sword, pointed at the person who came, and shouted "Hold!", and the fairy sword in his palm spun up like a wheel, slashing at the person

The sword goes like electricity!

The person who came seemed to have lost weight suddenly, his body was bent to the side, and his actions were full of ghostly energy, and the swift and incoherent Luo Zhenren thought that he would kill a sword, but he was let aside, but after all, the way of the person who came was limited, and he failed to completely avoid this thunderous and angry sword, and the sword was swirling like a wheel, and the lightning and stone fire had already exchanged blows with the iron root on the back of the person who came I don't know how many times, and countless broken sounds were combined into a long and endless Qingyin iron rod, and I don't know where the treasure was, and it was cut so many times, and it didn't even leave a trace of scratches! However, the sword qi flying vertically and horizontally also left more than ten large and small wounds on the back of the comer, although it was only a flesh injury, but it also hurt the vitality

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, as if the continuous flying of the fairy sword brought him not pain, but indescribable pleasure He walked towards Luo Zhenren, his movements seemed to be sluggish and wooden, but one step was already in front of Luo Zhenren, weird and unpredictable, Luo Zhenren was not surprised by his body, but only stared at his eyes in shock, he smiled like spring sunshine, but his eyes were different

It was a pair of dead man's eyes