Hearing this, Pu Shanlin's small eyes opened a slit, and saw a black tower standing beside it, a big man with a huge sword on his back, more than three feet long, red and faintly golden light. He knew his nature was a rare magic weapon. He immediately met a savior, holding his thick thighs and crying, "Help, hero!"

The big man scratched his head and said honestly: "Scholar, please let go first, otherwise it will be a problem to stop Lao Song from casting spells."

When Pu Shanlin heard this, he reluctantly relaxed and said timidly: "Heroic, you can't abandon your young man and ignore it--"

Looking at the beautiful skeleton not far away, the man frowned and said, "Don't move forward any further, otherwise my old Song's fairy dragon sword is not a vegetarian!"

"I want to find my husband, please give it to me."

"The men in the world are not good, let's kill each one!"

A melodious sound, a shrill and hoarse sound, almost at the same time, accompanied by the sound of "Kabakaba" on the upper and lower jaws of the skull, which was particularly strange. Song Dazhu frowned and shouted: "My fairy dragon sword has just been sacrificed. The evil spirit is too heavy, and it can only be released but not restrained. If you still want to come over, Old Song will have to take your life!"

"If you stop me from looking for Pulang, I will tear your flesh!" A shrill sound was heard, and the bones on his body fell and drilled into the ground. A wave of magic power came; it made his heart tighten, and he held Pu Shanlin's neck with a hand. The green clouds were born under his feet, and he jumped back and drove the clouds in the air. At the same time, a rustling sound rang out, and the soil suddenly splashed, and seven or eight bone claws were pulled out on the ground, and it stretched out two or three feet in an instant, swinging randomly, just a trace of it could be hooked to the legs of the two. Song Dazhu did not hesitate to see this, and pointed out and murmured in his mouth.

"Taiqing is the authentic, differentiating yin and yang, destroying demons in the universe, and innate five fires and true thunder, born!"

As soon as the words were finished, the Bagua Formation three meters long and wide rose wherever it was drawn. The fairy energy was filled with mist. Suddenly, the fire burst out, and seven or eight divine thunders the size of human heads were generated and bombarded towards Nie. It was a powerful thunder method he practiced in the "Fire True Sutra" that defeated ghosts. Nie's little lady had to avoid it. The lightning was rapid. Even if she penetrated into the land, she was still bombed out. There were several holes all over her body and almost disintegrated. If she had not been a ghost, she would have not died, and she would have been destroyed.

Due to such a severe blow, Nie did not retreat but instead advanced, screamed and roared. Song Dazhu held the hilt of the sword in his back hand, and slashed the void, seven or eight feet long, and the thickness of the door panel fell down with a loud bang; with a loud "boom", a crack of a very wide and deep crack was broken on the ground, and Nie's body was also divided into two halves, his legs were unable to bear it and had been shattered by the blow.

Even so, the two slender bone arms still moved forward, as if they were unable to stop. They stared at Pu Shusheng with inexplicable meaning. In the middle of the night, a sad atmosphere arose inexplicable. Even Song Dazhu also stopped his hand. Seeing him coming to Pu Shanlin, his two huge eyes turned around, and they dripped with big tears. His upper and lower jaws opened and closed several times, and his voice became gentle and soft: "Liuxian, Niang Niang had long wanted to leave, but she was trapped by obsession. If she could meet you in the end, there was no complaint..."

The light voice is still there, the beauty has passed away, a white smoke gushed out of its corpse, rising into the air, and dissipated again, like a dazzling firework; Pushan Forest was stunned for a while, and a "wow" cried and burst into tears. Obviously, it was extremely sad. It was a pleasure to escape from his life. How could it be like this? How could it be like this...

"Brother Zhou! You and I have no fate and no grudge, why bother to live and die!!" Hou Jing shouted bitterly. In the air, a white sword light and a scoop of fire smoke chased each other up and down, and the situation became more and more intense.

"Just as you say, if you die, I live, why not do it!" Zhou Gan's sword light escape speed increased by one or two more threads, and the distance between the two became shorter and shorter. As soon as he saw this, he pinched his fingers and shouted softly, "Scream", four or five Taiqing sword energy induced out, shooting towards the direction of fire smoke. Hou Jing hurriedly cast a spell, and a palm-shaped palm was transformed from the fire light of his body, and a thin thread was connected to the Ren Du meridian. The smoke was rippling, which was the claw of its magical power Yin Fire God; it was captured and sucked at Taiqing sword energy out of thin air, like oil pouring on the surface of a pot, boiling water poured on the ground, and with a "wow" sound, the sword energy was grabbed by it and turned into a stream of blue smoke and dissipated. After a few rounds, it broke this move.

After all, Hou Jing was more profound than Zhou Gan. If it weren't for Zhou Xiaojianxian's sneak attack and causing him serious injury, he might not be his opponent, and he might have had a hard fight. Even so, his magic is exquisite and profound, but it is still not comparable to Zhou Gan. The Taiqing sword energy is not concise enough, because of the shallowness of practice.

Two thick green smokes surged from the front and back, with a fierce momentum, and the demonic atmosphere soared into the sky. It turned out that Xiaoliu and Li Sansi fought hard for a while, but they were finally the enemy. They were not careful and were knocked down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost prince Hei Tong stared at the remaining two people coldly and attacked them in one fell swoop, trying to deal with the remaining two "elixir thieves" left.

At this moment, Hou Jing seemed to have no magic power, and the fire disappeared a lot, and he missed a flaw. He could only barely avoid the green smoke demonic energy that was swept away. Zhou Gan immediately seized the opportunity and used all his strength. The sword light rushed up with a thunder and slashed horizontally, and then transformed into three sword energy, blocking left and right, trying to destroy his body and mind within one move.

Unexpectedly, Hou Jing was cunning and weak on the surface, but in fact he had accumulated magic power in secret. He was like a mantis pounced on the cicada. The oriole was behind him. The fire smoke suddenly rose sharply, resisting the three sword energy, taking the opportunity to escape, avoiding Zhou Gan's sword light, and the green smoke demonic energy had rolled in, causing his mind to be confused and barely avoided; suddenly, the sky became dark, and just as he looked up, countless fire lines shot from all directions, with murderous aura, and could not be avoided, his body was shot through dozens of small holes, standing in the air; it was originally unknown when a fire cloud emerged from above, wrapping Zhou Gan, which was a very powerful forbidden method recorded in Hou Jing's "Yinhuo Jue" - the hundred-turn Ruyi Fire Evil Xuan Silk Screen, which refined fire into silk, without sharp sword energy, and contained the power of Yinhuo Demon, which was hidden very deeply, and was almost impossible to avoid.

As Hou Jing was laughing wildly, the "Zhou Gan" in the fire cloud suddenly disappeared. Before he could think of what happened, a sword inserted into his back and came out of his chest. The sword light was indefinitely swallowed and spit. He turned his head stiffly and saw another "Zhou Gan" holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, looking at his house coldly.

It is the mantis stalking the cicada, and the oriole is behind it. I don’t know that the eagle is already on it, ready to go—

"When? When..." Hou Jing said in surprise, his face full of incredibleness.

"You have been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, how could you just have these methods? Seeing you showing weakness, you must be a plan and use it." Zhou Gan shook his head and said softly. The sword light turned, and his body suddenly 'pulled' and was divided into two halves. The blood fell down one after another, dyeing Zhou Gan's sword-holding hand red, which also made him die with peace of mind.

Although there are no powerful magical powers and prohibitions in "The Sword of the Ape" in "The Sword of the Month-year-old ape master with talent and evolution, the sword technique that has developed a different approach and created a path to surpass mysterious magic with sword light. This sword deception is the greatest achievement. Using sword to deceive people and using people to deceive swords, all kinds of changes are indescribable. Zhou Gan transforms his sword energy into a human body, and then uses sword light to cover his human body. Each of them is lifelike and difficult to distinguish between true and false, so he realized the three flavors.
Chapter completed!