"boom"

In the Yishui Wilderness, the people who came to rescue stood up and flew away.

But as soon as he left several feet, he heard a loud noise.

The mountain ghost looked back and saw the dust flying in the abandoned village behind, and the fierce sword aura soared into the sky, like the autumn wind, sweeping across the low walls of the village and cutting half of the village.

He had seen that sword aura.

Outside Suzhou City, Chen Qiu used such a shocking knife to repel Zhang Chu.

"Buzz"

The figure of the mountain ghost stopped in place. He waved his left hand and patted Qingqing on the back beside him, slapped Qingqing further back.

The junior sister who was raising the throne screamed and flew towards the Lang Monk, and was taken in her arms by the latter.

"Take her away!"

The mountain ghost said a word and rushed towards the miserable village like a scattered shadow.

Xiao Tie did not hesitate at all, and also used the iron determination in his body and rushed over with the mountain ghost.

"The little girl is staying in a safe place."

Young Master Huaqing hesitated for a moment. He threw the folding fan of the treasure in his hand to Qingqing, then chuckled at the Lang Monk and said:

"Master, don't run away. We are going to fight Qingyang, you can't do without you."

After saying that, the young master also turned his body, and his wide Confucian shirt floated like a crane spreading its wings and soaring into the air.

His toes hit the weeds on the roadside, and the speed was a little faster.

The latter came first, but instead landed in front of the mountain ghost.

The art of this immortal master is really the best in the earth.

"Qingqing is obedient, don't make trouble."

The monk Lang handed Qingqing in his arms to the Heluo boxers beside him, who immediately guarded Qingqing and retreated quickly.

The junior sister was struggling, but when she heard the words of the monk, she calmed down.

She watched the monk holding a Buddhist stick in her hand and rushed to the village. She closed her hands and used a few Buddhist scriptures she had learned from the monk in the past few days to pray for her friends and senior brothers.

In order to stop Ai Dacha from catching Xiao Tie, Chen Qiu took action and was the most powerful method in his hands.

The Nine-Pin Decision activates the Seven Stars Shaking Light, and has already mastered some of the sword intent of a man, as well as the sword breaking sword energy of the sword.

The first knife cut out the shocking sword that repelled Zhang Chu that day.

This sword came fiercely, just like a knife cutting the sea, with a momentum overflowing, and the light of the sword slashed, blowing Ai Dacha's parrot green robe and a mess of hair flying.

But the Qingyang Demon Lord did not dodge or avoid it.

He sneered and waved the Tianlang stick with one hand. The ancient Momen strange object shook rapidly, facing Chen Qiu's sword aura.

The first collision was bent, and the internal springs were soundly, making the Qimen weapon shake faster.

It's like a high-frequency vibration knife.

In the rapid collision of thousands of hits in an instant, Chen Qiu's sword energy was like a complex mechanism that was quickly dismantled, which was broken down into pieces by Ai Dacha's skill.

The scattered knife intentions were thrown out in all directions.

In an instant, the entire abandoned village was in trouble.

Those short walls and houses were shattered by these flying shattered sword energy, just like the demolition of a small earthquake.

It seems very slow to say, but in fact it is fast enough, and the fierce sword aura is destroyed in a moment.

Chen Qiu's life-threatening blow hurt the master of the earth.

But he had no choice but to Ai Dacha, and the Demon King did not even have a single hair destroyed.

As the smoke and dust danced in front of him, Chen Qiu, who was dragging the knife, rushed into Ai Dacha's three feet, clasped the seven-star shaking light with both hands, and slashed Huashan with one force to attack the Demon Lord.

The latter's wrist shook, and the rapidly vibrating Tianlang stick pressed between him and Yaoguang.

"Bang"

The shaking light, which is completely destroyed, meets the opponent.

The blade slashed on the black Tianlang stick, only a spark was slid out, but it left no trace.

This stick, which was not only strong, but also had thousands of mechanisms, was cut to be bent to 90 degrees. The blade was only a few inches away from Ai Dacha's neck.

"With this, I'll teach you how to lose, you haven't even learned a single point in that skillful skill?"

Qingyang Demon Lord looked at Chen Qiu in front of him, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

It seems that he is completely disappointed with Chen Qiu, a poor student.

"Bang"

He slapped the curved Tianlang stick with his palm.

The true energy is injected into the stick, which intensifies the vibration of the Tianlang stick.

Chen Qiu felt that his sword seemed to be slashing on a strange machine that vibrated hundreds of times per second, not only the power attached to the knife was dispersed.

Even the wrist holding the knife was pulled into the frequency of rapid vibration.

This vibration is like lightning to the body, causing the true qi in the body to vibrate at the same frequency.

His cheeks turned red and his throat felt a fishy and sweet, so he immediately pulled his knife back.

The black Tianlang stick bounced up from 90 degrees like a spring, bringing out a trace of afterimage, hitting Shen Qiu's chest, and his protective energy was dispersed, causing him to fly backwards and fall on the messy ground.

Chen Qiu shook his head, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a pair of familiar shabby cloth shoes appear in front of him.

He looked up and saw Shan Gui's masked face, his hand that stretched out towards him, and the gentle light in his eyes.

"Sand sculpture, it's very miserable."

"call"

Chen Qiu was no longer interested in quarreling with the mountain ghost.

He held the hand of the mountain ghost, was pulled up, stood beside the mountain ghost with a knife, and quickly regulated his breathing and the true energy in his body.

"Brother Chen Qiu!"

Xiao Tie also grabbed the heavy sword, "smashing" against Shen Qiu like a stone falling to the ground.

He looked at Chen Qiu who was intact with joy, but the latter glared at him and said unhappily:

"Go away quickly, you're just going to the trap!"

"ha"

Ai Dachao saw Xiao Tie, and his eyes lit up sharp and splendid.

This young man has a strong body and a magical muscles. At a young age, he could dance the heavy sword on the door like a feather, which shows his natural power.

It is indeed a peerless treasure!

I’m not complaining about this trip to Qilu!

He laughed loudly, and the Tianlang stick in his hand suddenly danced, and the front end of the black mechanism stick flew out like a cannonball.

During the sound movement of the machine spring, the fine chains with separate machine claws were buckled towards the folded iron boy as fast as lightning.

"bass"

The mountain ghost reacted quickly enough, and the shadow in his hand danced, and he slashed the mechanism claws with one sword.

But Ai Dacha just shook his wrist, and the knocked claws drew half an arc in the air. With the blessing of true energy, it was like a venomous snake, grabbing the folded iron with wide eyes at a faster speed.

At this moment, Ai Dacha didn't use his true qi internal strength at all. He just used his skills to play with the younger generations in front of him.

It's really just a play.

"stop!"

At this time, a soft moan was heard, and another chain sound broke through the air. A small thing with almost no specific form flew out from the side, lightly hitting the claws thrown by Ai Dacha.

As the two objects collided, the true energy blessed by the Demon Lord was dispersed.

The speed of the mechanism claw was also a little slower. Before reaching Xiao Tie's shoulder, it was knocked back by Chen Qiu's wind and thunder finger.

"Swish, swish"

Two figures fell in front of Shen Qiu.

One person was wearing a gray monk's robe and holding a black Buddha stick.

The other man was wearing a white Confucian shirt, with a long dress, and was very elegant, but he was holding a thin chain in his hand. Below the chain, there was a delicate flying sickle sagging down.

The small sickle is only the size of a palm, and looks like a cicada. It is constantly rotating at the position of the insect's wings, like a crescent moon.

Another Qimen weapon.

"Brother Dao."
To be continued...