The eagle above his head was crying into his ears, and Hetu once again showed a solemn expression. He brushed his sleeves and blocked the red shadows of the fire in Chang Xi's hand, and exclaimed: "What a handsome eagle."

He Shutang, who had become a pile of minced meat, turned a blind eye to him.

Behind Chang Xi, the shadow of a golden dragon entrenched, and the spiritual power rolled into the red shadow. The sword body trembled slightly in the surging force of mountains and rivers. The red sword energy swelled and swelled. The courtyard was swept by the sword wind and was wiped out and there was nothing left. Chang Xi handed over a sword, and the sword was slashed on the thunder, gradually becoming a force of competing.

The sword bell in the Niwan Palace roared sharply, and the sword momentum and aura reached its peak. Chang Xi's eyes were as bright as the substance. The sword fingers smeared the red shadow. In an instant, the mysterious sword intent on the dragon sword suddenly became stagnant, and then dimmed.

Chang Xi's entire body of Qi and the Dragon Sword, his golden pupils contracted sharply, and he had an enlightenment in an instant.

That was actually a sword intent condensed by luck.

He Tu smiled and reached out to recall the Dragon Sword, which was already unstable in the sword body. Chang Xi wanted to travel close to his body, but this move was also quite risky, which meant that his back would be open. With his current spiritual power, it was not impossible to distract his sword, but it would be a dream to stop the Dragon Sword, which was eyeing him on the side.

The luck of climbing the Dragon Sword was once again excited, and the man in the blue shirt who always looked light and light in the face of the clouds became even more smiling, "You are the one I want to look for."

Chang Xi felt that the red shadow in his hand did not dare to relax, and he said in confusion: "I asked myself that I had done my best to take on this sword-controlling technique. I'm afraid I'll recognize the wrong person."

Lin Tao lost He Shutang's great help, and Aunt Zi had completely gained the upper hand in the fight. He Tu then turned his head and said, "Apart from this sword-controlling technique, He's other techniques are just small tricks of carving insects, and they are only equal to you."

Chang Xi naturally didn't believe this, but the apology in Hetu turned to look at Aunt Zi's eyes was not like a false statement. It would be impossible to intercept a long-famous Jindan realm monk. It would be a simple matter to think of it. In the two battlefields, it was his thunder and raindrops.

He carefully thought about the moves and moves of the Dragon Sword, and the killing is small, but the most of the tips are mostly used.

Chang Xi was strange in his heart. Is this person an enemy or a friend?

But with this slightly stunned skill, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his whole body suddenly could no longer move. The silk thread condensed by luck woven into a large net that was invisible to the naked eye to bind him. Chang Xi was extremely shocked and wanted to urge the golden sea of ​​blood in his chest and the sword intent in his dantian to break the bond, but found that his whole body was like a pool of stagnant water inside and outside.

Chang Xi's eyes were red and struggling hard, and Hetu's black hair suddenly turned gray.

The sound of the eagle was circulating, and a golden light in the sky surged rapidly. When he swooped down, he was about to take the head on his neck. He Tu rarely smiled bitterly and raised his finger to press it in front of the sky. The golden light stagnated, and wrinkles appeared quietly on his forehead.

He Tu's expression was solemn and his hands were folded together, and he could see through the secrets of heaven with his eyes.

The young man in black clothes had a lucky fortune above his head, which was the only one he saw in his life.

The shadows of dragons and phoenixes alternately on the golden and blue pillars of luck, shaking straight into the towering sky, swords roars, dragon roars and phoenixes resounded through the four wildernesses, floating above the nine heavens.

Born with a wise eye, blood and tears flowed in the corners of his eyes. That was not the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth that he should have seen.

He looked at Chang Xi's eyebrows that were purple gold, and he looked like a god.

His whole body's aura was as rushing as a flood, and he clasped his palms and spread them on his chest to press them, as if he closed a window for himself. The luck of the dragon sword climbed behind him was as solid as the essence, and then soared into the sky!

One sword draws energy to the dragon!

The young man born in front of him was full of great fortune that ordinary people could not see. The golden and blue pillar of the heavenly fortune can not be shaken by him. In this way, it would be like a fool to attract luck to Chang Xi's cultivation.

He Tu's cheeks were thin, and he bent his fingers to lead the dragon to climb again. The sword tip of the dragon draws water downward.

The entire earth under his feet was trembling. In a trance, a strand of luck as thin as hair but as thick as a mountain slowly condensed in front of him. When he condensed this extraordinary luck into shape, Hetu's black hair was all white.

With human power to reverse destiny, this wisp of Jiuzhou fortune drawn at the cost of his century-old life emerged before his eyes. He Tu's chest was bulging, and he quickly threw this wisp of extremely precious fortune into Chang Xi's body. He spurted out a mouthful of thick black blood, but his smile remained the same.

"Yaoer, please give me!"

A ray of Jiuzhou Qi transports into the body, no less than the backflow of rivers and seas.

The sound of the River Map is heard, and Chang Xi already knew that the River Map is a friend but not an enemy. It is common for rivers to enter the sea and rivers, but if it is reversed, it will be a natural disaster.

Even though Chang Xi was carrying great luck, his cultivation was shallow in the end. The fortune of Jiuzhou was fed back into the body and turned into a rolling wave of spiritual power, supporting Chang Xi's strong body like a ball of bloating.

The extremely hot spiritual power rushed around the limbs and bones. Chang Xi's eyes were red and his teeth were gritted, and he tried his best to circulate his dantian to absorb and digest the wave of spiritual power that was surging to the point of submerging him, but now there were not many monks who had a pot of porridge, and there was no time to refine it.

In the blink of an eye, Hetu, who was a hundred years old, had never been at peace in his heart? The master taught him the technique of observing each other's qi to see each other, and he had already eaten through it, and it was transformed into divination to calculate the hearts of heaven, earth and man. The hexagrams were controlled in all their faults.

He knew very well how powerful the fortune of the Jiuzhou was. Just that wisp was enough to protect the prosperity of the aristocratic family for a hundred years. Now that such great power of heaven and earth was only infused with one person, he could not believe it from the bottom of his heart, but the hexagrams were manifested in this way, and he could not doubt it.

The thread of luck that bound the whole body loosened under the power of heaven and earth. Chang Xi, who had his whole body swelled into a ball, finally spoke in pain: "Let go!"

He Tu gritted his teeth. Seeing that this situation did not loosen him, he might really explode and die. He also had to learn to adapt. With a bent finger, the large net woven by the silk thread of Chang Xi's body melted away in an instant. Chang Xi's body, which had gained seven or eight circles, was finally able to stand firm.

"roar!"

The golden dragon phantom entrenched behind Chang Xi was tall and solid, just like the solid golden light that made the sun lose its color. With a golden dragon's head swept, Chang Xi's spiritual power flowed into the dragon's mouth, and the golden light flashing on the golden dragon phantom became thicker and solid.

The sword spirit root was revitalized and gradually merged with the dantian in the torrent of spiritual power. The dantian, which was already in the shape of a sword, finally transformed into a cold light sword to replace the original spiritual platform by fusing the sword spirit root.

The bloated body gradually returned to its original appearance. Chang Xi's eyes were floating under his feet and his eyes were uncertain. In a trance, he saw a golden sea of ​​blood irrigation irrigated muscles and bones. Next to the golden skeleton, it seemed that there was a figure similar to him who carved fine lines on the golden bones. Each mark made the strange power increase by three points.

Chang Xi narrowed his eyes and wanted to get closer and see the man's face clearly. The man stopped and turned around when he was engraved in his hand. Suddenly, the bell ringed in the Niwan Palace. He suddenly opened his eyes, and it was still the scene in the original courtyard.

He spread his hands, and the sword energy flew in strands around his fingers, and the sword energy moved as he wanted. He calmed down and looked at the Dantian. A long sword was suspended in the Dantian. The sword tip flashed cold light as if responding to the master, and his cultivation had reached the half-step Golden Pill Realm!

Ah Ying spread her wings and landed on Chang Xi's shoulders. Her bright eyes looked at the man in a blue shirt with white hair under the crabapple tree not far away. The smelly black blood dripped along the collar was shocking.

The Dragon Sword was dull and hung on the side, and the River Tu bowed and bowed.
Chapter completed!