Hua Qing shook her wrist slightly and whispered to the mountain ghost standing with a sword beside her:

"A few days ago, I saw your secret sword technique in Taihang, which is really extraordinary. Today, I would like to ask my brother Taoist to observe my secret Kunlun...

Let’s take a look. My weapon is called ‘Jin Chanzi’, and my magic is called ‘Fei Lian Zhanwu’.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of green air visible to the naked eye overflowed from Huaqing's hands and wrapped around the exquisite golden cicada-science flying sickle.

As the sharp blade roared, the exquisite sickle flew towards Ai Dachai.

The young master of Huaqing himself took a few steps forward like a real dancer.

His body was floating, like an immortal dancing, full of lightness. The flying sickle in his hand seemed to come alive, flying around Ai Dacha.

The Demon Lord was originally disdainful of the junior's attacks.

He could see clearly that the three people in front of him had not broken through the shackles of martial arts, nor had they faded away from the ordinary.

It is far from returning to the innate world and is not worthy of too much attention.

But the golden flying sickle swept over, like a storm of wind, and his protective energy that could withstand the shooting of a powerful crossbow was easily cut open.

This made the Demon Lord interested.

He held the Tianlang stick back and let the long stick rotate in the palm of his hand, just like a propeller leaf flying. Then he slapped the flying sickle that was rushing towards his neck with his palm, and rushed forward.

It's as fast as lightning.

Hua Qing's complexion changed slightly, and her dancing body rotated around for a while. The sound of chains moved. The little flying sickle fell into her hand. During the second rotation, she threw the flying sickle out again.

But this time, there was no more lightness on the flying sickle.

Instead, the green air is entangled and thick as a mountain.

"Bang"

Xiao Feiyan and Aida's hand collided with the high-speed rotating Tianlang stick. The collision between the two true qi brought out a wave of air like a shock wave, blowing the dust at dusk and blew around.

The Demon Lord's charge was stopped.

Hua Qing, who had a slightly pale face, reached out to hold the flying sickle flying back, and shouted to the monk and mountain ghost beside her:

"Let you two see it, are you really watching it when you wait?

Help!"

The monk held a Buddha stick in his hand and pronounced the Buddha's name, rushed towards the Ai Dacha in the dust. Under the mask of the mountain ghost, a smile appeared, flashing and fleeting.

The occasional embarrassment of this flower green...

It's not that annoying to make him.

"bass"

The sword sounded softly, Chengying waved, and two feet of land passed by in an instant, four sword shadows appeared beside the mountain ghost. Together with him, he swung his sword or stabbed, covering Ai Dacha's body.

The Demon Lord is in the face of the Lang Monk.

This hated monk, Wei Tuo's demon-subduing stick, is also a top martial art in the world.

What is important is a strong and uncast, and every time he hits a stick, he will be strong and powerful, but he is shaken away by the clever force on the stick of Ai Dachai.

Seeing the sword shadow stabbing, the Demon Lord took a step back.

He raised his left hand and broke the manipulation of more than a dozen mechanical puppets a hundred feet away. He turned to throw the true energy line of the Gongshu clever hand on Langseng.

I saw his fingers gently hooking, and the black Buddha stick that was originally hitting him was facing the Chengying Sword that was stabbed by the mountain ghost.

This move made Lang Monk and Shan Ghost look at the same time.

But it was too late for the two to take action.

"Swish"

The Buddha stick and Chengying collided and were easily cut off one-third of the sword shadows around the mountain ghost were also beaten up by the fierce stick of the Lang Monk.

"Hahahaha, this is the real skillful man!

Everything in the world is under control!”

Ai Dachai laughed wildly and kicked the Lang Monk in the arm, then smashed the Tianlang stick at the mountain ghost, and he laughed:

"Chen Qiu is over, I still have a trick, but I didn't expect it!

Ha ha ha ha"

"Swish"

But before he finished laughing, a black sword stabbed in front of him. The true energy in the mountain ghost's body boiled, making his sword as fast as a ghost, three points faster.

It pierced directly into Ai Dacha's eyes.

The sword dance was silent, and the heavy energy did not stop a single trace of it!

Chengying, specializes in destroying true energy!

"Bang"

There was nowhere to hide from a fatal sword, and Ai Dacha simply did not hide. He stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his powerful true energy burst out, just like a bomb being detonated on the spot.

The terrifying wave of air like a shock wave hit the mountain ghost hard and pushed him out three steps away.

The sword move was broken, and the sky wolf stick also danced with phantoms, hitting the mountain ghost head-on.

"I'll help you!"

As Xiao Tie shouted, the heavy sword in his hand came out. As the chains swayed, the giant sword on the door flew towards the mountain ghost. The latter stepped on the heavy sword in the air, raised his body several inches higher, avoiding the attack of the Tianlang stick.

Chengying in his hand sacrificed his life and stabbed it out again!

The magical skill of exploding clothes given by Chen Qiu...

Nine points!

"puff"

This sword was more than twice as fast as it really had the illusion of flying swords, and Ai Dacha couldn't dodge it, and a ball of blood burst out on his shoulders.

But the next moment, the mountain ghost was slashed with a palm by the Demon Lord and killed him with a sword.

"sharp!"

Ai Dacha glanced at the wound on his shoulder and sincerely praised him.

The flying sickle came again in front of me, and it was quick and fast. Several afterimages shook out in the air, but the Demon Lord easily grabbed it.

The flying sickle was clenched between his fingers, and Ai Dacha's eyes were cold.

He, a master of the Tianlist, was stabbed by a junior. It was really a shame and humiliation!

It's time to take serious action.

Hua Qing wanted to pull back the Golden Cicadazi Flying Scythe, but it didn't move at all.

"The little boy's dance is good, and I really appreciate it. This is a good thing for you... to reward you with some fun!"

The Demon Lord's hand wielded, and the little flying sickle suddenly flew back.

What flew out together were a few black things in his cuffs, which disintegrated in mid-air and turned into dozens of hidden weapons of various types, like flying stars in the sky, and hit everyone in front of him.

Ai Dachai, who became serious, was carrying the Tianlang stick.

Ignoring the weak mountain ghost under my feet, he rushed towards Xiao Tie.

The monk roared, put down the Buddha's stick, raised his palms, and the Wei Tuo's true energy in his body was swelling like a glaring Vajra, blocking in front of Ai Dacha.

Hua Qing's hand behind him was buckled around his waist, but before he could take action, he saw Chen Qiu rushing towards him.

The figures swayed, and the ten fingers danced in the air, like the moon picking stars. Gongshu's clever hands danced out the afterimage with the wind and thunder fingers, shooting down all the hidden weapons that were shot, and holding several in his hands.

"Demon Lord."

Chen Qiu threw the hidden weapon he was holding in his hand under his feet, and he shouted loudly to Ai Dacha:

"How did I learn this skillful way of my husband? Didn't you be embarrassed?"

"Bang"

The Demon Lord's response was quite simple. The dust-faced monk was beaten back to his original formation and hit Xiao Tie, knocking the tall young man back several steps.

Ai Dachai walked towards Chen Qiu and others step by step with the Tianlang stick.

The strong true energy entangled the body, causing a howling wind, and it was like a demon king coming to the world, as if nothing could stop him.

"Bang"

Ai Dacha waved his hand and knocked down the shaking knife that Chen Qiu had slashed, then waved his five fingers, clasped Shen Qiu's neck like a ghost, and lifted him into the air.

The Tianlang stick in his hand pointed diagonally at Hua Qing under his feet, and the energy was pulled by the energy, making Hua Qing dare not move.

Dare to move...

Then die!

"Study well, so what?"
To be continued...