The black shirt roared, Chang Xi's figure suddenly rose, and the sword in his hand flew over the begonia petals, and handed the sword out in front of the river map.

He swept back under the feet of Hetu, and said happily without being surprised: "Yao'er's sword?"

Cheng Yao was ill since she was a child, and most of the things she carried around her were extremely yang and fierce. The red shadow of the beautiful sword was forged from the red flames and iron essence. The whole body was slender and hot, and the fire was flowing. It was good on both sides and inside. It was Cheng Yao’s close-fitting thing.

Chang Xi's storage bag still cannot be opened, so he borrowed Cheng Yao's sword. Because Chi Ying and Yue Hong look similar, it is quite easy to use.

The River Map uses spiritual consciousness to climb the dragon.

Sword Control can also be considered a first-class skill in the Golden Elixir realm.

The ordinary Jindan cultivator's sword movements are only dozens of feet long, and his movements are nothing but a stab and a sharpening. It is really boring and tight. Just a few circles of sword movements can make their aura dissipate, let alone a fight.

But on the other hand, the sword-controlling technique of Hetu is shocking from the bottom of his heart. The sword of the Dragon Sword with a wide blade and five fingers is stern, and it is easy to pick up the simple sword skills or fancy paths. The thunder sounds rolling on the Dragon Sword, and the awesome sword force is a grand view. Several thunder arcs are slashed with the sword, and the courtyard is covered with burnt marks, forcing Chang Xi to retreat ten feet.

The lightning light was sucking and spitting on the Dragon Sword, and the River Map still stood with her hands behind her back, without any rush.

The domineering thunder arc stained on the Red Shadow Sword gradually dissipated, and Chang Xi shrugged his shoulders, his eyes full of solemnity and alertness.

Not to mention Hetu himself, this Dragon-Climbing Sword alone makes him extremely difficult.

The Dragon Sword is full of energy and the sword is domineering. It is difficult to find the flaws in the natural sword, but these are not the biggest problems. He has not practiced for a long time, but he has won the best from the future. In the path of swordsmanship, he can also be called a fear of the younger generation. Although Chiying is not wearing his own sword and the operation of spiritual power is inevitable, it is not difficult to resist the Dragon Sword.

The problem is that the sword intent of the Dragon Sword is very strange.

The ordinary sword intent is like the wind and lightning, and the profound sword intent is like rivers and mountains, but the sword intent of the Dragon Sword is so erratic that it is indescribable. The sword intent is like a beautiful woman's face and veil, making people unable to see what scene is behind it.

After the two fought, Chang Xi could not feel that Hetu had any murderous intention to him, but the Dragon Ding Sword that was stabbed out was a thrilling sword without any mercy. Chang Xi could not see through this person even more.

He Tu looked down at Chang Xi's storage bag, shook his head and said, "What a pity."

Chang Xi did not think deeply about what this sentence "What a pity" meant. The fire on the Red Shadow Sword was flowing even more than three points, and the soil under his feet sputtered. The flames and the black shirt in the courtyard formed two afterimages, and rushed straight to the Youran blue shirt.

Capture the king first.

When He Shutang saw that the enshrined residence symbolizing his identity was blown into wood chips by Aunt Zi's palm, he finally stopped hiding his murderous intent in his heart and scolded: "Stinky woman!"

He swung his golden sleeves and a green bead with radiance floating on his palm.

The Wind-Rewarding Bead is the spiritual weapon he relied on for many years. The surface of the emerald green bead flashed, and a strong wind suddenly broke out in the courtyard. The thick fallen leaves and sharp wood thorns in the courtyard were swept into the wind like a tornado pounced towards Aunt Zi.

Aunt Zi's eyes were cold, and three nine-foot rings of heavenly silk beside her were shot out. The rings of heavenly silk were neither silk nor cloth, but stronger than gold. In the tornado, Huantian Ling was swaying. Aunt Zi made a move, and the three silk cloths were tied together and ended in the hurricane to stop the decline. Then the spiritual light on the rings of heavenly silk was soaring. The rings of heavenly silk were surrounded by rings, and suddenly locked, cutting off two sections of the amazing tornado!

Lin Tao, who is even more vicious and vicious, has been worshipping the Cheng family. In addition to taking over the entire Yao City for his own use, his biggest thought is to think about how to climb onto Aunt Zi's bed. Under his tyranny, the embroidered girl surrendered and comrade with him for his treacherous power, but in the end it is just a toy with the broken flowers and willows. How can he compare to Aunt Zi's innocent body with a delicious and attractive taste?

But how could he make a clear hint? Aunt Zi looked down on him at all. Now she is the only one of the four worshippers in the Cheng family who struggled to support the overthrow of the Cheng family. It is so close to him. At that time, the entire Cheng family would have to let him pinch flat and round, and Aunt Zi was just his belongings.

He was ashamed of fear of going to hell after death, so he was sacrificing the eight-fingered vajra of Buddhism. Not to mention whether his stupid thought of stealing the bell with his ears and stealing the bells would be fulfilled. At least he was able to enter the Cheng family to worship with many seemingly righteous Buddhist supernatural powers.

There were three vajras on it, and the golden light shone brightly. There was no magnificence in the Sanskrit phantom rising under his feet. He raised his finger and pressed it. The vajra instantly turned into a golden phantom and roared, thrusting straight at the woman in purple robe standing in the air.

Aunt Zi snorted coldly. She had heard that the Buddhist supernatural powers that Lin Tao practiced were not the right way. When Lin Tao walked behind her, she was secretly warned and wanted to attack him secretly. Even though this dirty and dirty guy tried to pursue her, she felt disgusted and waved her sleeves and separated two rings of silk to wrap her up towards the vajra.

The eight-finger three-string vajra is the most common Buddhist instrument, with its sharpness and sharpness. Even though Lin Tao practiced the method of being neither right nor good, the power of breaking the enemy is a real and powerful force, and it is definitely not something that can be stopped by ordinary things.

The Huantian Ling avoided its sharp edge, wrapped it tightly and pulled it to both sides. The golden light on the vajra flashed and tried to shake the Huantian Ling. The two yarns and the vajra were stalemate in the air and pulled it in a stalemate.

Seeing that the Vajra was blocked, Aunt Zi's face cleared a little. She was about to distract herself and then go to deal with He Shutang, but in vain, her body became cold. Countless wind blades in her eyes magnified towards her, completely submerging the graceful purple robe.

Cheng Yao, who was hiding in the pavilion, saw this scene, her delicate body trembled, and tears broke down from Gu Pan's bright eyes. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.

"Hmph, it's just the middle stage of the Golden Pill Realm. I am just a short shot from the middle stage of the Golden Pill Realm. I can't even deal with a woman who is neglecting to fight? A joke!"

He Shutang regained a city, looked at the building behind Aunt Zi, whose wind blade was shot like a hornet's nest, and sneered repeatedly.

Two fists cannot match four hands, and the truth that has been unbreakable throughout the ages.

The two rings of Tianling, which were tightly wrapped around the vajra, suddenly released and rolled back into the smoke. Lin Tao felt cruel and no longer cared about whether the vajra would leave any scars on his plump body that he had coveted for a long time. The golden light of the pestle body shook and was about to shoot into the smoke.

Under the scorching sun, there was a golden light that was even brighter than a vajra, swooping down.

He Shutang looked at him in confusion, his pupils immediately shrank to the size of a needle point, and golden feathers were sprinkled on his head in the scorching sun.

The golden feathers harder than gold stone are like rain and swords. He Shutang, caught off guard, was pierced by dozens of golden feathers, and blood was dripping from his chest and his completely disfigured face was torn into pieces and hung on his head. The dozens of golden feathers were still dripping with boiling blood. The falling wind-blooded bead was pierced by a feather and broken into two petals.

The golden feathers rolled backwards like a hook piercing, and jingled on the vajra on the way, and Lin Tao called back to his hand. A giant eagle spread its wings and swept across the sky, and the golden feathers with the aura of the golden elixir realm were curled backwards, and the golden light was shining like the emperor among the eagles.
Chapter completed!