The direction of the thunder came, and a person slowly walked over.

The person who came was wearing white clothes and blue edges. Although he was loose, he still looked tall and tall.

His facial features are straight, his eyebrows are clear, his eyes are black and white, and his eyes are full of chill.

The person who came was Qingyuan.

Because the road ahead is blocked, the Qingyuan is not smooth in my heart.

Seeing Gu Cang's severe injury, Qingyuan was filled with anger.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Guo's face looked ugly, and he saw that his forearm was already a piece of coke, his expression was distorted and he was in great pain.

The fellow Taoist Xu and fellow Taoist Feng were even more shocked.

They watched from the side and saw very clearly.

A red thunder came in an instant, and the naked eye could hardly see its trajectory.

The thunder fell on the talisman sword. The wooden talisman sword in Mr. Guo's hand suddenly shattered, and the thunder spread instantly, and even his forearm turned into coke.

Fortunately, Mr. Guo has reached the second level of heaven, and his true energy is constantly circulating around his body, so that he can block the remaining power and not spread throughout his body.

"Me?" Qingyuan held the iron rod and walked slowly, his eyes falling on Gu Cang who was dying on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at Mr. Guo.

The old man surnamed Guo only saw a pair of black and white eyes, and then his whole body was cold and as if he fell into an ice cave.

Qingyuan's pace was smooth, but he was approaching step by step.

The old man surnamed Guo gradually retreated.

Qingyuan walked over and said, "I am the one who teaches it the Tao."

"What?" The three of them were surprised, and the monk named Xu couldn't help but say, "It's clearly a monster, how could it be... I think you are seeing me waiting here and want to get a bargain...I..."

Speaking of this, the monk named Feng knew that he was in a mess and was about to make mistakes in his words, so he quickly pulled him.

The Taoist surnamed Xu suddenly woke up. He almost told the story of the divine thunder. He was still scared and secretly scolded himself for his Taoism, but his mood was not good.

Qingyuan said calmly: "It is a monster, but it is not a method of exploring the shallow breathing method on its own, nor is it instinctively inherited by a woman sacrificing the moon. What it learns is the Taoist inheritance, and what it flows through is the Taoist true energy..."

The face of the old man surnamed Guo changed slightly.

He suddenly remembered the thunder just now.

That is the Taoist technique that can only be used by the third level of heavenly cultivators who condense the Dharma and mind.

The person in front of me has this ability...

The old man surnamed Guo kept moving his mind, thinking about how to explain it.

At this moment, the Taoist cultivator surnamed Xu was suddenly shocked and shouted: "He has not yet condensed the meaning of Dharma, and he is still a Taoist cultivator in the second level of heaven!"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them changed their expressions.

"Kill him!"

Less than a moment ago, the three of them took action one after another.

They felt that this matter was difficult to be good, and they were afraid because the person who came was very skilled, so they lowered their posture, eased their tone, tried to alleviate the current situation, and were able to escape unscathed.

But since fellow Daoist Xu, who is good at watching, can see this person's true cultivation, he eliminated some of the fear in the hearts of the three of them.

The cultivator of the Second Heaven... is not a disciple of the Shouzheng Taoist Sect. Even a family like the Sun family has some skills?

This mandrill relies on the bloodline of the demonic immortals.

The person in front of me is not a descendant of an immortal?

The three of them all came out together.

"Good come!"

Qingyuan swept across the board and wiped out all the other two people's methods.

However, the wooden nail sent by the old man surnamed Guo was held by him.

Kiyohara took a look and showed a strange look.

Made of gloomy wood and engraved runes can harm the cultivator, curb the flow of true energy and even magic power, and still have a restraining effect on monsters and monsters.

It is rumored that this mute was made of ancient trees sunk underground for thousands of years, which is extremely rare.

Qingyuan had heard of it in the past that in the Nanliang army, under Chen Zhiyun, there were a group of arrow rods made of gloomy woods, which could even hurt the masters who were in the third day's level.

However, the material is rare. Even within the White Army, only a few generals are equipped with these special arrows.

"It's really rare. When it comes to preciousness, it's only slightly inferior to the Iron God's courage."

Qingyuan put it away, glanced at him quickly and said, "It's my turn!"

As his words fell, he stepped under his feet and the land burst.

The figure suddenly went out, like an arrow leaving the string.

The monk named Feng was born.

Kiyohara knocked it down with a stick.

The monk named Feng used a long sword and immediately stepped forward to resist the stick.

With a bang!

Qingyuan himself was extremely powerful and tried his best to defeat him, as if he was infinity.

The monk named Feng bent his sword and his feet fell into the land.

The stick bent the long sword and hit his head through the blade.

However, after being blocked by the long sword, the strength was no longer great. He failed to break this person's head, which only made him feel severe pain.

"This..." The monk named Feng was still scared and felt that he had a life after the disaster.

At the same time, Mr. Guo and the Taoist surnamed Xu also set off together to help.

"It's too late..."

Qingyuan's true qi flows to the arm and spreads to the iron rod.

The iron rod thunder pattern glowed red.

The red light enveloped the long sword, and then the Taoist surnamed Feng.

A dull sound...a red thunder suddenly appeared!

The thunder sound was dull and heart-wrenching, which shocked Mr. Guo and the Taoist monks surnamed Xu on the spot and did not dare to move.

The Taoist surnamed Feng was hit by a thunder and resisted with his own Taoist skills and was dying.

Kiyohara raised his foot and stepped on his chest.

The monk named Feng had no time to let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards, his feet left the land, and smashed it on the land two or three meters later. He had no sound, his vitality was gone, and he had lost his life.

Kiyohara withdrew her gaze, landed on the other two, and slowly said, "Two..."

Mr. Guo and the monk named Xu looked at each other and were shocked.

With one blow, he took the life of a monk.

Even if a cultivator of the third level of heaven takes action, is that just that?

Plus that thunder just now... he is really a cultivator in the third level of heaven?

The Taoist surnamed Xu said in a shocked manner: "Did you take a look at it this time?"

Mr. Guo was angry. If it weren't for the mistake of this surname Xu, he would have endured the hatred of the broken arm, what would it be wrong?

Now that they have taken action, there is no room for maneuver.

"The arrow will not go back! There will be no regrets when things happen!"

Mr. Guo shouted angrily: "Take it together!"

The monk named Xu gritted his teeth and replied: "Okay!"

After the words fell, he rushed towards Qingyuan.

He was extremely fast, and he was about three feet in front of Qingyuan in half a breath.

But because of the speed too fast, I suddenly woke up when I approached Qingyuan...

The Taoist surnamed Xu yelled: "Damn old bastard!"

It turned out that the old man surnamed Guo was cunning and cunning. He spoke and took action together. He immediately retreated and fled to the other end of the valley. The monk named Xu believed him easily and rushed towards Qingyuan alone.

One of them advances and the other retreats.

In just half a breath, the cultivator named Xu had already sent himself to Qingyuan and had no choice but to retreat.

"I will fulfill you!"

Qingyuan came up and knocked him down with a stick.

The monk named Xu raised his sword to resist.

A red light flashed on the iron rod.

This stick hit the sword.

The cultivator surnamed Xu only felt that thunder suddenly came from the sword, and then his whole body was numb and his blood and energy were stagnant. Fortunately, his true energy was circulating around his body, he avoided being shot dead by thunder.

As the true qi moves, it resists the thunder and gradually begins to move the qi and blood.

However, while the qi and blood were active, the true qi had not yet flowed for a single time and his body was still stiff, Qingyuan's other hand had already hit his chest and abdomen.
Chapter completed!