He looked down in shock and saw that under his armpits were originally air, and gradually two magical swords appeared.

His eyes looked up along the smooth and sharp sword face and found that the two sword hilts were held in the hands of the two monks. The two monks had handsome facial features and white as jade, but there was no trace of expression and a fluttering expression. They were all dressed in white, which looked very frightening.

What’s even more frightening is the aura on their bodies, the faint authentic Taoist fairy spirit.

Yi Tianxing was shocked and discovered that this was the second of the three elders of Qingjingtian who fought with his spiritual consciousness in the Wenshu Temple Preaching Hall at the beginning of the year. The other one was burned by the Vermillion Bird and died.

The remaining two appeared here when they and the two elders of Woniu Mountain were both injured!

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Yi Tianxing felt that the two fairy swords under his armpit were trying hard to break into his body. Without thinking too much, he let out a muffled groan and stomped his feet on the ground. His whole body was quickly retreated by the recoil force. Unexpectedly, he could not escape the opponent's sword. The two elders who could not tell their age were following him like ghosts.

The boy was shocked and flew back to the sand. His hands didn't care about the sharpness of the fairy sword and he went straight to the wrists of these two masters of Qingjing Tianmo.

The two masters still had no movement on their faces, but their wrists shook, and they got rid of his hand with a faint golden light and cut it with a sword!

A very shrill sounded, and the body of the fairy sword and Yi Tianxing frowned. The elders Qingjingtian looked like a lasting ten thousand years, and finally frowned at this moment, as if they could not have thought that the sword did not kill the other party.

Yi Tianxing's indestructible body finally did not allow these two fairy swords to break himself into pieces and die, but the fairy sword was indeed extraordinary, and the pistol bullet could only shoot out small blood. A large piece of flesh and blood was cut open, and blood was sprayed out suddenly.

Blood falls to the ground and blooms into flames.

The several moves between the lightning stones were all taken during the high speed of the three people. The three people kept in this posture and rushed towards the sand. Yi Tianxing was wearing two swords, blood flowing everywhere. The two elders Qingjingtian had expressionless faces and slashed each other with swords.

From the forest on one side to Chen Sanxing's stiff sand, the blood flowing from Yi Tianxing's armpits turned into two hot lines of fire, which were extremely straight and charming!

The extremely short but extremely thrilling soul-breaking road finally came to an end on the sand.

Suddenly, fingers covered with calluses were steadily and firmly on the two swords surrounded by fairy spirit.

With this move, the immortal sword can't move any more!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Tianxing's armpits were slightly loose and he retreated.

The two elders Qingjingtian's pupils shrank slightly, and they looked at Chen Sanxing, who had not breathed a trace, appearing in front of him!

The honest peasant monk who was rarely accused of death whispered: "The two elders have not seen each other for twenty-seven years."

With this common saying, a sudden change occurred in the field.

At the end of the two lines of fire is a smooth sand surface like a mirror.

Two sags suddenly appeared on the sand surface, and the sand particles moved slightly, so they only moved for a moment. One pair of feet, one pair of iron feet that had crossed thousands of mountains to take all the souls, turned into two black dragons, and directly grabbed the chests of the two elders Qingjingtian.

The incident happened suddenly, and the immortal sword in Elder Qingjingtian's hand was pinched by Chen Sanxing with his great magical power. He could not dodge and resisted with his own true energy!

He is truly worthy of being the highest level of cultivation in the world. He was suddenly attacked and suffered from Liang Siniu's feet. He died without any scattering. A slight yellow light barely protected the hearts of the two of them.

Even so, he still heard two clicks. Elder Qingjingtian's sternum shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spraying at Chen Sanxing!

Chen Sanxing sensed the huge power contained in this mouth of blood. With a pinch of the hand technique, the yellow sand on the ground was aroused, blocking the blood, but his fingers were helpless to loosen the immortal sword.

Elder Qingjingtian knew that he was ambushing and rebelling against the middle slums today, but his expression was not panicked at all. The practitioner was determined and knew that he had failed today. He immediately made a decision - the immortal sword was slashed in front of him, and his body floated back, intending to escape.

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Yi Tianxing won’t let them go!

"We have been waiting for this day for many years."

This is the lyrics and the boy's voice at this time - the battle in Wenshu Temple made him clearly realize that the strength of these two elders of Qingjingtian is too terrifying. If they are allowed to leave today, what will happen next time?

The young man's two fire fists turned into fire dragons. Through the wind of the fairy sword, he rushed towards Elder Qingjingtian. Although the fire dragon was dazzling, it could not match the black dragons that Liang Siniu had held back for a long time. Elder Qingjingtian had already wanted to retreat. He frowned and did not want to delay it. He wanted to take this punch with his chest and abdomen and escape with the force.

A strange change regeneration!

When Yi Tianxing's pair of fire fists were about to hit the two people's chests, a golden light flashed, shining with golden light in the valley on the battlefield, extremely brilliant.

"Eat me a stick!" The young man screamed as he imitated the manner of his ancestors.

I saw a golden stick that was only as thick as a finger appeared between his hands and slammed on the chests of the two elders Qingjingtian!

Two crackling sounds were very close to each other, and the two elders' sternums, which had already broken, were all shattered by the stick, and blood flowed out like a faucet!

"Artificial Artifact!"

Elder Qingjingtian, whose face has remained unchanged for eternity, finally showed a terrifying expression on his face. He was hit by this domineering stick and fell from afar, collapsed on the yellow sand, vomiting blood.

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With a crisp "clang" sound, Yi Tianxing inserted the golden stick into the yellow sand and stood in his arms. Chen Sanxing walked behind him, coughed twice, but also coughed up some blood. It seems that he was injured before, but Liang Siniu's previous feet were too strong, and Elder Qingjingtian's countershock was too strong, so he sat on the ground for a moment and couldn't get up.

"A magical weapon!" The two extremely powerful elders Qingjingtian still didn't believe in their eyes when they looked at the golden stick that hurt him.

From Yi Tianxing and Chen Sanxing to the palm of his hand, to seducing the enemy after being injured, to retreat with a sword, to retreat to the battlefield, Chen Sanxing, who pretended to die, used his finger to condense his sword, and Liang Siniu, who was ambushing the sand, kicked with his feet. Yi Tianxing pretended to punch, but smashed it with the golden hoop stick of the ancestor's medal that had been hidden but had not been used!

Such a perfect three-combo finally seriously injured the unfathomable Qingjingtian Zheng elder!

A gust of wind blew in the valley, rolling up a piece of yellow sand.

Yi Tianxing stretched out his index finger and raised it slightly, pointing at the two elders Qingjingtian who were slumped on the ground, and said coldly: "Even if they are half immortals... I will kill you!"
Chapter completed!