Sword comes

Chapter 261 A sword comes from the sea of ​​clouds

Zheng Dafeng looked up at the sea of ​​clouds above the old dragon city, and suddenly said, "Why don't you wear a skirt?"

The yin god from the small temple slowly emerged in the courtyard, dumbfounded.

Zheng Dafeng withdrew his gaze, and asked with a smile: "Old Zhao, if I ask anything, you won't even say it."

Yin God shook his head and said, "I don't know any more about Fan Junmao than you do. However, in the small temple back then, I heard a rumor that may not be true from a fallen foreign swordsman."

Zheng Dafeng became interested, "Tell me, anyway, our brothers are idle all day long."

Yinshen sneered and said: "It's you who have nothing to do. I'm very busy. Threading needles is not as good as fighting. It's not true. You are actually very busy every day. You are busy talking dirty with a group of street girls. A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands." , you should actually go to Guanhu Academy."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Old Zhao, you must refrain from saying things that hurt your feelings. It's a great fate that the two of us can work together."

Yinshen replied, "It's just a bad fate."

Zheng Dafeng shook his head, and pointed at Yunhai, "She and I have a bad relationship, and we brothers have a good relationship."

Before Fan Junmao entered the dust pharmacy, the Yin God would automatically retreat. This is both a courtesy and a rule.So I didn't hear the conversation between the two, but it could be seen that they broke up a bit.Moreover, the eldest daughter of the Fan family has advanced by leaps and bounds, from the cave where Fan and Zheng met for the first time, to the round trip to Dali, and back to the old dragon city, when she stood at the door of the alley pharmacy, she was already golden. The alchemy realm, the speed of this kind of realm climbing, can no longer be explained by some unborn genius in cultivation. It is too appalling. The Yin God surnamed Zhao inevitably thought of a certain girl who grew up in the Lizhu Cave. She practiced on the mountain. The talent of admiration and admiration may not be able to match the four words "born to know".

Shocked

The yin god sighed slightly in his heart.

Fortunately, there are only a handful of such people in all corners of the world and nine continents.

Zheng Dafeng reminded: "Hey, old Zhao, wake up, don't be in a daze, and continue to talk about the foreign sword fairy who died miserably in the Lizhu Cave, what did he say about the sea of ​​clouds, the half-immortal soldier of the Fu family?" Insider"

Yinshen said: "I don't want to talk about it anymore, I still have things to do."

Just gone.

Zheng Dafeng looked dull, and then said angrily: "Your uncle!"

It was in vain for me to be so optimistic about Zhao Yao, who has the same surname as you.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, revealing a young and beautiful young girl's face, it was the little girl who liked to sit beside Zheng Dafeng and eat melon seeds, she smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, you want to recognize me as an elder?"

Zheng Dafeng put away the old cigarette stick, got up and rubbed his hands, and ran towards the girl, "Why are you an elder, you seem to be born too much."

The girl blinked, "If you are a relative, you still get points, so what do you have to do?"

Zheng Dafeng made a gesture to hug the girl's shoulders, the girl bent down, took two steps back, smiled and hoped, "Why, you want to marry me?"

Zheng Dafeng withdrew his hand in resentment, "Be brothers and sisters, be brothers and sisters. Between husband and wife, we should respect each other as guests, and we will be born with each other."

The man went to lie down on the counter, looking at the graceful and charming shopkeepers, "The garden is full of spring scenery, it can be closed."

The man suddenly laughed and said, "It is better to give a child a thousand gold than to teach him a skill. It is better to teach a child a good name than a good name. Sisters and sisters, have you heard this old saying?"

Only the girl whose book was stolen by Zheng Dafeng can read and write, but she doesn't like to talk to Zheng Dafeng.After that book was borrowed by the shopkeeper shamelessly, and he didn't plan to return it after borrowing it. The shopkeeper of a pharmacy was not ashamed to cheat the store clerk for dozens of pennies. Later, the man simply said that he had lost it, and was so angry She picked up the broom and beat her up, and the man had no choice but to say that the money for the book would be included in the next month's salary, at a rate of [-] Wen.The girl gave up now, she had read the book anyway, and kept it at home, if her parents who favored her younger brother found out, they might scold her for being a prodigal.

Seeing that no one responded, the man had no choice but to use his trump card, "The boy from the Fan family who often comes to our pharmacy, do you want to know his name?"

All the women looked at the man.

Zheng Dafeng gloated and said: "It's called Fan Er, one two three two. This good name, doesn't it match the boy's appearance?"

No one wants to believe it, it's just that the shopkeeper is deliberately playing tricks on them.

Zheng Dafeng stopped talking about Fan Er, and said to himself: "Fan boy is learning martial arts, and he will inherit the family business as a bastard in the future. As for his sister, this little girl has a good name, her roots are deep, and her branches are luxuriant. The Fan family is a bit particular."

Zheng Dafeng put one cheek on the table and looked at the alley outside the drugstore. The wind and rain are coming.

Yunlin Jiang's daughter-in-law married into Fu's family in Old Dragon City.

The size of the dowry will definitely exceed imagination.

I just don't know what name the Fu family will use to start this bloodbath. In the end, one family will dominate the Old Dragon City, or there may be two families.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, the smog is none of my business.

He glanced at a woman, thinking that otherwise he would spend some money out of his own pocket and buy some expensive and close-fitting dresses for them to wear in the summer. If they sweat a little or something, their curves will become more prominent. Exquisite and exquisite.Zheng Dafeng laughed and wiped his saliva.

This is the day of the gods.

What is the god general of the Tianmen who was nailed to the pillar with a sword, what is the shining armor of frost and snow, what is Fan Junmao who sees through the secrets, and it is not too late to talk about it.

With a ray of sword energy containing the true meaning of the way of the sword, the golden core sword cultivator attacked the soul of a warrior of the four realms with lightning speed, without any warning from the opponent.

Even if Ma Zhi knew that Chen Pingan's three-level background was excellent, he still found it unbelievable.

At least there should be a staggering action.

Chen Ping mistakenly thought that this nearly [-]-year-old god was too merciful in this "sneak attack", so he smiled and said: "Mr. , I can still endure the pain, as long as the sword energy does not harm the foundation of martial arts, Mr. Ma can just make a move."

"Be careful." Ma Zhi nodded, thought for a while, stretched out his hand, twisted three wisps of sword energy from the cool shade of the Flying Sword of Flying Sword with his two fingers, and twisted them into three small balls the size of pearls one after another, with a green and cold light , It was really like picking the cool shade of a tree, the old sword repairer bent his fingers, and flicked it three times quickly, the three beads of sword energy condensed into the cool shade sword energy beads, when they swept into Chen Pingan's body, they made a slight ding-dong The voice is aimed at the three souls of Taiguang, Shuangling and Youjing respectively.

Chen Pingan had been prepared for this time. He put out a sword stove and stood still. Outside the door of his heart, there was like a visitor knocking on the door three times. He pierced the door of his heart with a sharp weapon. If he wanted to shudder, Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he had his own way of dealing with it. The martial artist who was as angry as a fire dragon was pure and genuine, and wandered swiftly from elsewhere, instantly smoothing the three potholes where the cold sword intent was condensed.

Chen Pingan said: "Mr. Ma, come again."

Old Jianxiu's expression was calm, he was already muttering in his heart, he didn't speak, put his fingers together, and lightly wiped on the natal flying sword, this time it was no longer a fairy handwriting with sword energy condensed, but directly from the cool shade. A whole strand of sword energy was peeled off, it did not rush towards Chen Ping'an, but drifted slightly, and the chill overflowed, turning the already cool Guimai courtyard back from midsummer to cold spring.

The sword energy was gathering momentum between the two of them.

Ma Zhi said slowly: "The fetal light is conceived by a person's natal soul. Most of the natal flying swords of sword cultivators in the world use this as an innate sword furnace. After the sword is completed, this place is used as a scabbard, which is also a way to raise the sword." The place. The three souls are erratic in the human body. Snakes have snakes and rats have rats. The three souls are no exception. The appetizers are now the main meal, and the strength will be slightly increased. The weight of the sword intent contained in it will be much heavier, Chen Pingan, take it."

Chen Ping subconsciously nodded.

At the moment when Chen Pingan made this subtle movement, the corner of the old man's mouth pulled, and the sword energy turned into a void, and he rushed into Chen Pingan's body like a broken bamboo. so dual purpose”

Pure warriors are originally the most extreme group of people in the world. They have practiced three times for a total of nine realms. They have refined their bodies, refined their energy and refined their spirits. Naturally, they are more outstanding than Qi practitioners.In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, what they pursue is not the Dao, but themselves. In fact, the short lifespan of a warrior, three hundred years old, can be said to be the pinnacle, far inferior to a Qi practitioner.

Compared with the internal and external cultivation of Qi practitioners, the physical body of a pure martial artist is "too heavy", which will become a burden instead, while the way of martial arts is too low, and martial arts are too stubborn. With one's own strength, use that breath of pure true energy to support oneself.

The euphemistic name is not to borrow strength from heaven and earth.

Unlike qi practitioners, they build a bridge of longevity, which is like connecting two caves inside and outside. The abundant spiritual energy of the big cave of heaven and earth is used to water and temper the soul of the small cave.

At this moment, Chen Pingan felt a cramping pain in his soul, the kind that he did it himself.

It's a pity that Chen Pingan's sword furnace is still the same, not moving like a mountain.

Ma Zhi raised his eyebrows.

Although he has kept a lot of strength in his shots, but the eyes of the Golden Core Realm are there, the top flaws of the martial arts of the four realms, if they fall into Ma Zhi's eyes, they will be as big as a dustpan, leaking everywhere, and they are all loopholes.So Chen Ping's nod was an opportunity.But Ma Zhi has already overestimated the physical foundation of the young man with a sword in front of him, but it is not enough, far from enough. The beating Chen Ping suffered in the Lost Mountain Bamboo Building, with a skinny body, "enjoyed" the spirit of the old man Cui, a martial artist in the ten realms. The human beating drum style, the three souls and seven souls, and the cloud steaming Daze style and the iron cavalry chiseling formation are all the essence of martial arts that the old man has learned all his life, and they are the moves that he will still be proud of after reaching the peak of the ten realms .

At that time, in order to endure more god-man beating drum poses, every breath and breath, and the eighteen stops of sword energy were already natural, and then he suffered from cramps and peeling, countless piercing pains, although it was still far away. It's far from being the flawless golden body at the peak of the seventh realm of martial arts, but Ma Zhi's subtle sword energy really can't catch Chen Pingan's flaws, unless he breaks through it by force.

The strongest three realms in the world, with the most gold content.

It's just that the barefoot old man who taught boxing didn't bother to talk about it.

Ma Zhi developed a little desire to win, and then pulled out three wisps of sword energy from the Flying Sword of Fate, which melted into the body. This time, with all three swords, he did not believe that Chen Ping's three-spirit line was really invulnerable.

Chen Pingan just stood still, hesitant to speak, this time he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask Ma Laojian to increase his strength, he always felt that it would make the old man feel uncomfortable, which was not appropriate.But although the three wisps of sword energy were fierce and gloomy, like plowing oxen to plow the fields, on the three illusory post roads in the body, they forcibly plowed three ravines with sword energy, like three winter streams flowing in the heart, which is cool to the heart, but this kind of Suffering bitterly, Chen Pingan was still an "appetizer" in the bamboo building.

Ma Zhi also sensed that something was wrong, so he had to raise Chen Pingan's height again, glanced at the flying sword Liangyin trembling in front of him, and took a deep breath, "Chen Pingan, I will use the cool shade to forcibly dissipate the emptiness next." , Squeeze into your soul, you have to be mentally prepared for this heartbreaking pain, if you can't hold on, you must take the initiative to speak. Because although Liangyin is my natal flying sword, and my heart is connected, but after all It's like intruding into another's paradise, and being covered by your spirit will greatly affect my connection with Liangyin. I don't care about killing ordinary enemies, as long as it turns the world upside down, but between you and me, it's a different matter .So don't try to be brave."

Chen Pingan removed the sword stove stake, took a step back, and put on an ancient fist frame, with one hand clenched to his heart, and the fist above his head.

If you raise your leg again, it is actually a bit similar to a celestial king in a Buddhist temple, but the shape is similar, and the true meaning is quite different. This fist is exactly the cloud steaming Daze style that beat back the golden cloud sea dragon twice in Sun's ancestral house .

When Chen Ping changed from Shaking Mountain Fist and Sword Furnace to this fist, his momentum changed completely.

In Ma Zhi's eyes, the sunny boy talking and laughing with the boy Fan Er is no longer the calm boy with a restrained expression when walking around.

rather like a

This punch will not come out.

Just boxing.

It's really bold. If those seven-level martial arts masters in Old Dragon City, or the eighth-level grand master who has been reclusive for many years, have such an amazing posture, after decades or even a hundred years of hard work, they have experienced life and death again and again. The peak battle of the enemy's death is nothing more than that, but how old is the young man in front of him?

Ma Zhi didn't know how many times he was shocked today.

Chen Pingan's mind has been completely immersed in it, there is no longer any flying sword shade in front of his eyes, and there is no golden core realm sword cultivator anymore.

Only the barefoot old man in the bamboo building laughed violently and arrogantly, beating him to death again and again, calling him a cowardly little bitch, mixed with some old people who were not treating him at all, but Chen Pingan. The heartfelt words that the whole world uttered.

As soon as this punch is released, it is necessary to beat the god who lowered the might of the sky back to the heavenly court.

If there is a difference between the world and the earth, let my fist stand upright

Chen Pingan blurted out: "Please show your sword"

Hearing the slightly provocative words of a junior boy, the old sword cultivator did not show any displeasure, and with a move of his mind, the cool shade of the flying sword turned from reality to emptiness, like a cavalry rushing to open up territory for the monarch.

Chen Pingan's face was slightly pale, his fists were clenched tightly, the frame of his fists moved slightly, and he just stomped his feet heavily.

The ground of the small courtyard shook slightly, and a majestic mountain fist spread like a mountain root to the ground.

Ma Zhi frowned slightly, facing the young man in front of him, the old man swiped down with both fingers, like a martial artist trying to disembowel an enemy with a long sword.

Chen Ping's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth hard, his cheeks puffed up, his fists changed again, and they were still steaming, but they began to shrink, and the distance between their fists narrowed a little.

At the same time, all the fists flowing out of the body quickly gathered in the body, like two palms suddenly clasped together, slapping a fly.

"It's unwise to be so big."

Ma Zhi sneered, put his fingers together and lifted it up, secretly increasing the weight of the natal flying sword's sword intent.

Chen Pingan's shoulders shook slightly, and he threw out a fist suddenly, the fist rushed straight to the sky, and hit the ancestral osmanthus tree shade that covered the atmosphere of the small courtyard. At this moment, the truth was revealed. It was like a water curtain covering Gui veins In the sky above, he was hit by a punch of fierce energy, causing ripples, so that the scene outside the small courtyard began to blur.

The old man said angrily in his heart: "I don't believe it anymore, a dignified Jindan realm sword cultivator can't teach a small four realm martial artist"

The old man took a step back solemnly, held the back with one hand, and pinched the sword formula with the other, and said sternly: "Chen Pingan, the real trial of the sword, the official start of the flying sword shade, will be mixed with reality and reality, and will temper your body, mind and soul together. , against the enemy with heart"

The young man's eyes were firm, and he didn't speak at all. He just put away the ancient fist frame and slid out slowly backwards. It was really smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Sword cultivators in the world have thousands of sword intents and are quite different.

The true meaning of swordsmanship realized by Jindanjian Xiu Mazhi is born with a sword in the cool shade of his life. May there be no scorching heat in the world, and the place where the flying sword passes is a cool resort.

In the ordinary courtyard not far from Guimai Courtyard, Jinsu, the sweet-scented osmanthus lady, is eating a piece of melon. There is a natural spring on the island, and iced melons and fruits are the most delicious. I have no interest in human food for a long time. Looking at the glamorous face of the proud disciple, it is at this moment that the ordinary eating also reveals a natural demeanor. I thought to myself, no wonder Sun Jiashu and Fu Nanhua, the two old dragons The most outstanding young handsome man in the city is attracted to the same woman.

Whether Sun Jiashu likes Jin Su, of course he does, but the woman doesn't want to tell the truth, because she doesn't think that Jin Su and Sun Jiashu can become a couple of gods and gods. As Jin Su's husband, in the hearts of women, she is full of talent , Sun Jiashu, who had already walked to the front of the stage, was the last, Fu Nanhua was slightly better, and Fan Er was the best.

It's a pity that the love between men and women in the world is never judged by whether the man is good or bad, or whether the two parties are compatible.

who is to blame

Aunt Gui laughed at herself, she really knew who should be blamed first, but now, it's hard to say.

She was slightly surprised, and couldn't help turning her head to look at Guimai courtyard.

Jin Su wondered, "Master, what's wrong?"

Aunt Gui smiled and said, "You seem to underestimate that young man surnamed Chen."

Jin Su picked up another piece of melon that was sweet and refreshing, and said indifferently, "Even if he is taller than the sky, it doesn't matter to me."

Aunt Gui seemed to have heard something in her heart, nodded, and then said to Jin Su: "You have something to do, go to the shop at the foot of the mountain to get back the medicinal materials, your grandpa Ma left a message there, it should have been prepared a long time ago." Yes. After you come back, wait until Grandpa Ma speaks, and then prepare a big bucket for Guimai courtyard."

Jin Su said in a daze, "Why, that young guest needs to soak in the potion and build up his body, isn't that something that martial arts practitioners in the physical training realm need to do often?"

The woman was a little reluctant, "Doing these things for a young man, Master, I feel a little awkward. This is really not my maidservant life. I usually cook tea and play the piano for guests, clean the courtyard, play chess with them, and sing poetry. Diligent, but preparing baths, I"

The woman laughed and said, "Then Master will do it himself."

Jin Su sighed, and after wiping his fingers carefully, "It's okay if I go."

Not long after Jinsu left the small courtyard, she returned quickly and brought a group of astonishing guests from other continents. She was a little nervous at first, for some reason these people insisted on visiting "Aunt Gui", but when she saw that Master had Standing at the gate of the small courtyard, she felt a little relieved. Deep in Jin Su's heart, the master was omnipotent, and he was by no means an ordinary fan family guest.Although the master has never been secretive about his own inheritance and cultivation process, Jin Su can be sure of one thing. According to the master's vision and tone, even if he is not a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, he should at least be a Jindan Realm Qi Practitioner .

Not only the cross-continental ferry on Osmanthus Island, but every time the six ferries go back and forth between Old Dragon City and Daoxuan Mountain, there must be at least one Golden Core Realm cultivator sitting in charge. It's just a scholar, and now with Grandpa Ma, in fact, Osmanthus Island now has three Golden Core Realm.

Jin Su really didn't believe that the sky could fall down.

The group consisted of six people, both young and old, men and women, all from Tongye Island in the southeast, and they were the biggest partner of the Fan Family's Osmanthus Island voyage. Nearly half of the secret storehouses and cellars on Osmanthus Island were taken care of by them. Next, as for the unique products of Tongyezhou that those goods are, Jin Su, a sweet-scented osmanthus lady, of course has no way of knowing.

No matter what, since the master has come forward, Jin Su can go to the foot of the Osmanthus Island to get the medicinal materials with peace of mind.

After she left, she couldn't help but glance back, an extremely tall and thin old man, taller than the old Dragon City man by half a head, with white hair and a childlike face, the most eye-catching, dressed in a thick black robe, spotless, It must be a superior robe.

The old man was personally guarding a young man. He had an ordinary appearance and very light eyebrows, but he had a pair of extremely narrow and long eyes. When he squinted his eyes to look at people, even Jinsu in the cave would have goosebumps. Look at it.

Aunt Gui smiled and asked, "I don't know if you called me by name, what's the matter?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and stared at "You are Mrs. Gui"

Aunt Gui looked indifferent, "Exactly."

The man's eyes became hot, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Jiang Beihai, and I come from Yuguizong. Now our sect just needs a cross-continental ferry. I wonder if Mrs. Gui is interested in joining Yuguizong?"

Aunt Gui remained silent.

The man laughed and said: "All the losses of the Fan family, and all the income of Osmanthus Island, calculated in a hundred years, I will pay a lot of copper coins, and I will compensate all of them to the Fan family. I believe that the Fan family dare not, will not, and will not reject my proposal. Madam Gui, what do you think?"

Dongbaopingzhou is the smallest of the nine continents. Tongyezhou, which is adjacent to the southeast, is not small. It is much larger than that of Fuyaozhou, and Tongyezhou's cave is among the nine continents. There are quite a lot of them, especially the ranks of the two blessed lands are extremely high.Fortunately, many monks from Posuo Continent and Julu Continent will travel thousands of miles to Tongye Continent, each seeking their own needs. In the end, these monks who landed in the blessed land as "exiled immortals" will earn far more than many blessed lands.

On the territory of Tongyezhou, Tongyezong and Yuguizong, one north and one south, stand side by side.

The young man from Tongyezhou who helped Ding's family escape was from Tongyezong, a sect that can be named after a continent, standing for thousands of years without falling down, is in itself the best display of strength.This point is similar to that of Juluzhou in the northeast, who dared to snatch the character "North" from Aiaizhou and call himself Juluzhou in the north.

A woman in a court dress said with a smile: "Master Jiang, you have always lived in seclusion in the sect, and our Yugui Sect is not like the Tongye Sect who likes to show off, and has always been kind to others. Madam Gui must have heard less about it."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said, "Yuguizong, I am like a thunderbolt. The Jiang family in Yuguizong who controls the blessed land of Yunku, and the last ten generations of the Jiang family, are all single-line descendants. I have heard about it."

The Jiang family man smiled, "Since Mrs. Gui knows all about it, but still has such a lukewarm attitude, it must be because Yu Guizong and the Fan family of Laolongcheng are not on the same continent, and Tongyezhou is separated, so beyond reach"

At the end, Jiang's man had no silver of 300 taels here, bent down to make amends, but with a cold smile on his face, he said: "I'm rude, I'm rude, I'm impolite, Mrs. Gui don't blame me."

Aunt Gui still had a calm demeanor, and said softly: "The oath about the Dao involves the heart of cultivating the Dao, and should not be violated easily. I appreciate Mr. Jiang's kindness."

The man straightened up, "Oh"

Aunt Gui suddenly laughed and said, "The oath still has a deadline of Jiazi. If Mr. Jiang is really sincere, you might as well wait."

The young man suddenly laughed, "Inviting Mrs. Gui to join the Yuguizong is not my sincerity, Jiang Beihai. As long as Mrs. Gui is willing, I can marry."

Then he waved his hands to himself, laughed and said, "You can't take it seriously as a joke. Don't worry, Mrs. Gui, our Sect Master Yugui and my Patriarch Jiang have admired Madam for a long time, and I, Jiang Beihai, cannot do as I please and offend you." lady."

Aunt Gui still had a smile on her face, and she couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Whether a woman's beauty is high or low, or whether her face is beautiful or not, does not necessarily determine everything.

The thin and tall old man showed appreciation, but his natural tone was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Mrs. Gui is very kind. As my son said, Yu Guizong really sincerely invites you. I implore your wife to seriously consider it. I hope that in 60 years Finally, you can drink a cup of cinnamon wine brewed by Mrs. Gui at the gate of Yuguizong Mountain."

Aunt Gui nodded slightly.

The two sides leave it alone.

She slowly walked back to the small courtyard, looked up at the direction of the old dragon city, feeling a little helpless, maybe it was a delusion, this woman seemed to have a little grievance.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the old dragon city, a green-robed woman fell backwards, lying in the sea of ​​clouds, yawned, and lazily said: "There are so many people looking for death. It's boring and boring, drink and drink."

She picked up the ordinary wine jug, raised her arms, and found that there was no more wine left. This made the woman think of the underground river for no reason, and she made fun of the little alcoholic holding a sword gourd and drinking , Why, she suffered retribution so soon. When the woman thought of this, she felt resentful. A carp stood up straight, picked up a handful of small clouds containing the true meaning of rain from the sea of ​​clouds, threw it into her mouth, and swallowed it as a drink. Next, chewing the bland "cloud wine", she was in an extremely bad mood.

She looked at Osmanthus Island on the sea with cold eyes, and bounced back and forth. From the southernmost sea of ​​clouds, just like a child in a market alley, she danced square grids until she reached the northernmost part of the sea of ​​clouds, standing still. After that, he began to rush forward quickly, raised his head high, and assumed a posture of holding a spear and was about to throw it out. He suddenly stopped and shouted: "Go!"

The sea of ​​clouds surged like boiling water.

After the woman made this throwing action, a snow-white long sword that was torn out by her from the sea of ​​clouds, with a length of more than ten feet, disappeared in the sky above the old dragon city.

On the sea, there is a ferry on Osmanthus Island, which is very far away from the old dragon city.

The tall and thin old man of Yu Guizong suddenly slapped the Jiang family's son flying beside him with his palm.

Standing on the spot instead of Jiang Beihai, with his arms shielding his head, the robe swelled violently, and there was lightning and thunder in his sleeves.

The entire Peach Blossom Island shook violently, shaking endlessly, splashing huge waves.

Jiang Beihai turned his head and stared blankly. Most of Yuanying's magic robe had been destroyed. Fortunately, there was still a possibility of repairing it, but there was no flesh and blood on his arms, and his bones were exposed.

The old man vomited a mouthful of blood, stared fixedly at the sky above Old Dragon City, stretched out a horrific arm, and said in a deep voice: "Master, stay where you are, don't approach me, but don't move around at will."

Chen Ping hangs the Yangjian gourd on his waist, and the flying sword is buzzing on the first day of the new year, as if meeting an old friend, he is very happy.

The woman who was about to stop, saw the old man's gesture of stretching out her arm, "Hehe, this means asking for another sword."

The green-robed woman named Fan Junmao leaned back, pointed her toes, and rushed backwards. Then she repeated the previous action again, and before throwing a sword, she laughed and said, "Let's go!"

Then she put her arms around her chest, looked at Osmanthus Island with a smile, and said, "Even in another 1000 years, I still like this kind of tough hero the most. ah"

On the sweet-scented osmanthus island, Chen Pingan quietly pressed the Yangjian gourd. The previous time it was too late, but this time he finally raised his head in time and caught a little clue.

When an old sword cultivator in Jindan Realm can only falter in his mind.

Chen Pingan had already closed his eyes, feeling the excitement of that sword with his heart.