The chain is rolled back, and the left and right hands hold both ends.

The black iron chain turned red in an instant, and then the iron chain bounced back like a bent heavy gun.

Ning Chang'an's heavy sword smashed the iron chain. Another arc light generated out of thin air appeared beside Yin Chae.

The Gods' move "creates something out of nothing"

The heavy sword hit the iron chain and made a sharp sound. The Yin-Still retreated, and the arc generated by the sword-like shape penetrated into the body.

Following the sword marks pulled out, the black energy scattered.

The heavy sword that smashed the iron chain retreated slightly and stabbed out like lightning. The tip of the sword happened to be in the iron chain buckle.

The sword is picked with iron buckle, and the Yin is not able to be retracted. The energy is already dissipating and cannot compete with Ning Chang'an's power of no taboos and the ability of Shangyujing's Sixth Level Tower.

The sword light surged, and the Jingzhe sword pierced into Yincha's body with an iron chain.

During the battle of Tianyin Temple, Ning Chang'an was possessed by the old Taoist Yin God. The sword-like intention was all-encompassing. Ning Chang'an benefited a lot. At this time, Ning Chang'an made a sword in one go, and there was a vague feeling of the battle of Tianyin Temple.

The sword retreated, and the whole person turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared completely.

The man in black narrowed his eyes, and the focus of his sight directly passed by Ning Chang'an, looking at the blacksmith holding a sledgehammer.

The blacksmith was burly and walked to Ning Changan in one step: "How is it! It looks so scary."

"It's okay, I just didn't expect you to see the gray-headed and gray-faced look."

The blacksmith grinned.

"Stop, I'll fight for you"

The black-clothed servant made a fist with his hands, and his energy spread around him.

"It's good to use a fist!"

The hammer landed on the ground and the blacksmith rushed out.

Ning Chang'an could not sense the blacksmith's breathing sound at all. The unparalleled fist energy had already illuminated the entire sky like Ning Chang'an's white and snow-like eighteen sword energy.

The black and white energy collided like clouds and waves. The blacksmith had a strong muscle and muscular body endured a shocking punch from the man in black.

The moment the fist touched the body, he turned sideways slightly, removing most of his strength. The blacksmith hit the chest of the man in black.

The bluestone on the ground was shattered, and the sand flew away. Ning Chang'an was raising his clothes. The man retreated several feet and then retreated. Meng Po, who had low eyes, appeared beside Ning Chang'an.

Meng Po waved her sleeves, and the radiant energy was like a collision with an invisible wall and rolled back.

"Hello, mother-in-law!"

Meng Po looked distressed, "What a beautiful face, what a spoiled look like."

"I just got some blood," Ning Chang'an explained.

“That won’t work either.”

The mother-in-law rubbed her hands and took a step forward. The figure who took out retreated.

He smiled embarrassedly and said to Ning Changan: "The blacksmith doesn't like helping the frame, but my mother-in-law is really itchy and she feels so uncomfortable."

In the battle group, two figures of blacksmith and black-clothed man always intersected. The blacksmith's fist was simple and bright, and the black-clothed man was covered with yin energy, but the boxing intention was as powerful as a blacksmith.

I felt that the entire space in my sight was shaking violently like cloth, and the two fists collided hard again, and the cyclone spread out from the fist with a buzzing sound.

The man in black retreated and pulled out traces several feet deep on the ground.

With his skills, the soul-retaining chain landed on the ground was in his hand. The black iron chain was like Ning Chang'an's one-character sword technique, with large and small arc circles connected together.

Deep in the arc, a black hall appeared.

The blacksmith with his upper body was bare and the man rushed over.

Following the figure rushing over, the broken bluestone on both sides of the blacksmith rose up behind him to form a rolling tornado.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles"

On that day, the blacksmith in Hongyue Market used the dragon-slaying knife to engrave and leave a text on the Xiakexing pen. Now the blacksmith has recited this poem by Xiakexing.

The fist is bright and the white light is dazzling. The blacksmith punches one step, ten steps and ten punches, and the energy flows into the mountains and rivers.

The black hall horizontally in front of the blacksmith was directly crushed by the blacksmith's fist. The hall with the same magical appearance was broken, and the black aura lingered, and the blacksmith grabbed the iron chain with his right hand.

The chains were red, and they were stretched between the blacksmith and the black-clothed servant.

The next moment, the chain was broken inch by inch, and the blacksmith appeared in front of the black-clothed servant.

Fist was smashed out.

The black-clothed servant had a delicate and cold facial features, and his right hand fisted.

When the two fists meet, the energy flows into the purple thunder shatters the earth, and the entire ground is lifted up.

The shopkeeper behind the black-clothed servant was cursing, and each used his magical power to resolve the qi swept across the air like a hurricane.

The black-clothed back, the blacksmith put his hands on the black-clothed shoulders, and stepped forward and raised his knees heavily.

Ning Chang'an's black-clothed servant curled up in his sight, and his whole body became transparent in an instant.

The blacksmith's fist hit by the ghost was blocked by a figure floating in.

"It's already broken the rules." The old Taoist, who had a thin face as thin as a needle, appeared.

The blacksmith glared at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist said to Wu Yazi, who was following behind him with big yellow teeth, "Give me a pill of past events."

Wu Yazi grinned.

With his skills, the black-clothed servant curled up on the ground was pulled by the aura.

With a bent finger, a transparent pill was sent into the mouth of the Changshi.

As the entrance was effective, Chang Shi's cold eyes became confused.

Then he turned around in the scene of "Aba, Aba" as Ning Changan was stunned.

"There are also such pills!"

Ning Chang'an is eye-opening.

What opened my eyes was not only Wu Yazi's elixir, but also the cultivation of the blacksmith and his boxing intention.

Ning Changan had personally experienced the cultivation of black clothes, and he had to go beyond the Yin Crisis encountered by the west gate of the capital. Wu Huangsu said that the Yin Crisis of the West Gate of the West Gate is the realm of the Ladder of Heaven, which is equivalent to the first level of martial arts cultivation. Compared horizontally, the man in black clothes is probably the level of the evil platform, which is equivalent to the entry to the extraordinary realm.

But it was such a master who was completely suppressed by blacksmiths since the confrontation.

The blacksmith is at least the level of old silver coins in Qin's right and wrong.

The man in black circled in circles, and with a "bang", a black token fell to the ground.

The token has words, which says "Lu Li, the attendant of the Ninth Palace"

The old Taoist explored the void, flew into his hand, pinched it into an iron ball, threw it to the blacksmith, "Go to the iron"

The blacksmith with a strong momentum during the fight returned to a dull posture.

When I leaned against Ning Chang'an, my eyebrows and eyes became a little more vivid. "Let's go back and drink!"

"Yes!" Ning Changan nodded.

"It's gone, it's gone." Meng Po, who had drooping eyes, spoke to the pedestrians around the surroundings. The shopkeeper opened his mouth and turned to the shop and said to Ning Changan, "Waiting for you."

The crowd dispersed and the Red Moon Market recovered as before.

"Chang'an comes with me"

One by one, one after another, Ning Chang'an followed Lao Dao and entered the shop No. 36, Wuzi.

Ning Chang'an quickly put the snail needle and the snail needle on the counter.

"In addition to the golden rules and jade rules, all the materials for making talismans were brought, but Kunpi did not have it, but one ancient beast was killed and won. I wonder if it could be replaced."

"So capable!"

"I'll praise me if I say something."

"It's really a bit unexpected to praise you, and I won by killing the ancient beast. Although I can't compare to Kun, the effect of talisman making is not much worse. Those who are provoked outside are all these things, so why are there still people in the realm?"

"You know the boundaries, too"

The old Taoist rolled his eyes, "What do you think! The one who chased you was the attendant of the Ninth Hall of the Earth."
Chapter completed!