An Qianchen's body was rippling with water and light, and he was protected by a magic weapon-level suit. Although he could not exert some of the protection of the suit, he was not injured, but rolled around a few times.
Looking at the figure caught in the thunder, flames, and storm, An Qianchen smiled cruelly, summoned the flying sword into his hand, and was about to sneak up on him while he was sick and kill him. Suddenly his eyes widened.
He saw the man in black robe holding a topaz-like tortoise shell, spinning around. Hexagonal runes appeared on the tortoise shell, making it impossible for the electric light to be entangled, opening up the rising flames, and just like this, the evil spirits emerged from the storm. Rush out from above.
Without pausing, he drew a parabolic arc in the air and pounced fiercely in his direction.
An Qianchen didn't dare to be right, so he turned around and flew to the southeast. They came from the southeast before.
He felt a little regretful in his heart. How could a guy who could produce custom-made magic weapons and come up with endless powerful methods turn out to be a hard-working casual cultivator who had practiced body training and Qi training at the same time to the fourth level at a young age.
Apart from the eight major sects, he really couldn't think of any other monks the other party could be.
Super sects beyond the eight major sects, such as the Star Reaching Platform, were not within his scope of consideration. They were not on the same level. The monks of the super sect had little contact with the monks of the Chongshan Domain. He had met two of them with his ancestor, and they were both. He is so proud that he looks at people with his chin.
How can I stay in a dirty cave in the wild to practice and achieve breakthroughs in seclusion?
An Qianchen scolded the black-robed boy in his heart for being such an idiot, and shouted, "Brother, which monk of the Eight Great Sects are you from? There is no enmity between us, it's just a small misunderstanding."
When a junior sister dies, she dies. There are not many others in the sect, and there are a lot of beautiful junior sisters.
It was not cost-effective to be buried with a woman who had caused him a lot of trouble.
Chang Siguao suddenly paused and saw a green light like a meteor, piercing the sky and falling rapidly in this direction.
Before the person arrived, a sharp sword light shot out and locked onto him.
He is a monk in the Lingfu realm, which gives him a very powerful feeling.
An Qianchen was overjoyed when he saw this and shouted, "Lao Gu, kill him!"
How could outsiders know about the scene where he was so beaten down by the other party and ran away in embarrassment?
It would be detrimental to his reputation as Young Master Qian Qianchen.
It doesn’t matter which sect the black-robed boy is a monk from. He lives in the wilderness and kills and destroys corpses to wipe out traces. Who can find his head? Furthermore, is he someone who is afraid of being investigated?
He had always been the only one causing trouble, but this was the first time something had bothered him.
If you don't kill to wash away the bad luck, your mind will be filled with dust, how unhappy it will be.
Chang Siguo pressed his left palm into the turtle shell floating in front of him, and the spiritual energy surged into it.
The six-pointed talisman shadows overlap each other, as big as a crown, and suddenly cover Chang Siguo's entire figure.
He saw that this sword was unusual. It was different from the sword that attacked Mo Shoucheng in Fangshi. He later figured out that when he attacked the man from behind, he just wanted to hurt Mo Shoucheng so that he could be captured alive. Murderous thoughts, otherwise he would not have accepted it so easily.
"Bang", the sword light struck the talisman shadow formed by the turtle shell, and the colorful light flew like a flower.
The shadow of the talisman is like grinding, consuming the attack power of the flying sword layer by layer.
Chang Siguo couldn't withstand the huge force pushed by the mountain, and retreated step by step in the air. After a dozen steps, he was already more than a hundred feet away from An Qianchen, and he was able to withstand the flying sword attack and finally stabilized his body.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, there was a huge difference in combat power between the sect monks and the casual cultivators.
He almost had the illusion that a monk in the Lingfu realm was nothing more than this.
A thin old man with a prim face fell in front of An Qianchen. He glanced coldly and did not find the petite woman who had been inseparable from the young master before. There was no blood or corpse nearby. He guessed that the woman was probably out of luck.
The old man said nothing about what happened to the woman, bowed slightly and said, "The young master was frightened, and the old slave was frightened." He said fear in his mouth, but there was no trace of a slave on his face.
The cyan flying sword that had failed to kill was hovering around Chang Siguo, looking for an opportunity to kill with one strike.
An Qianchen's expression returned to normal, and he released the wing-shaped flying magic weapon and stepped on it. It was good to save some energy. He was almost frightened by the boy and his legs went weak. He raised his chin and smiled, "I can't blame you. I asked you to leave." If you go further away, who would have thought that in a remote place like this, on a sunny day, you would encounter unreasonable robbers?"
In one sentence, the man in black robe was accused of being a robber.
The old man understood, nodded and said, "Master, please wait a moment while I kill the robbers to do justice for heaven."
Chang Siguo looked at the disgusting performance on the other side and suddenly let out a sigh and cursed angrily, "Hypocritical, sanctimonious, confusing right and wrong."
An Qianchen's complexion immediately turned black after he recovered, and he jumped to his feet and shouted, "Kill him!"
Don't let the other party use more excessive and insulting swear words.
The other party is not allowed to call out the sect's name. It's one thing to know it, but it's another thing to hear it.
The flying sword suddenly turned into more than ten feet, and fell from the sky like a thunderbolt. With just one blow, Chang Siguo, who was protected by a turtle shell, was knocked down several feet, and Chang Siguo was interrupted from yelling and scolding.
Chang Siguo could feel that the old man's sword was 30% less powerful than the previous sword.
Perhaps he felt that this little strength was enough to deal with him and didn't want to spend too much.
He deliberately angered the old man in order to find an opportunity to take action.
If the distance is too far, no matter what means he has, he will not be able to use them. Instead, he will scare the snake away. To deal with such a powerful Lingfu Realm monk, he only has one chance to make a move.
The old man's face was dull, and he didn't give the other party a chance to insult him again. He kept slashing down one sword after another, just like striking iron, without using any skills, he knocked Chang Siguo down from the air piece by piece. To the low hill below,
He wanted to smash that guy's turtle shell, smash that arrogant guy into the rocks and plant it.
The guy who almost injured the young master would not be able to eliminate the hatred in the young master's heart unless he tortured him to death.
He doesn't care which sect the other person is a disciple of. It doesn't matter to him. He is just a slave who humiliates his servants to death and does what he is told. What's the benefit of knowing more?
Previously, the young master took the woman, and they were deeply in love, and they were about to engage in some unknown activity in the wild.
He had just escaped for a while, but he didn't know that something like this had gone wrong. He was very angry in his heart, and the young master was also holding back a belly of evil fire, and would not let the young master vent his anger. Sooner or later, he would be the unlucky one.
"That's how it should be. Don't be too cheap on that kid."
An Qianchen, who was wearing a silver-white battle suit, looked at the arrogant guy who had made him embarrassed before, being knocked down to the rock by Lao Gu's sword after sword. He continued to chop and smash the man hidden behind the turtle shell. The man in black robe smashed into the rock until he was knee deep.
Seeing that he was in a good mood again, he urged the flying magic weapon to fly downwards, shouting, "Lao Gu, don't beat him to death all at once, let me do the last two blows."
There was also a smile on the old man's face, and he said, "The Four Tribulations warrior has a strong body. Once you smash his turtle shell, young master, it won't be too late for you to do it again."
"Wonderful, wonderful, I have to think of how to entertain him."
An Qianchen flew to a distance of nearly thirty feet and stopped, took out a few fifth-level talismans, and said with a smile, "First roast it with fire, then strike it with lightning, then smash it with rocks, and finally have a feast of hailstones. It's good like this. Let's see if he can resist it." Anyway, I have many talismans in my hand."
The old man followed the young master and nodded happily.
Looking at the warrior who was smashed into the rock and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold and unchanged.
I was a little curious about the turtle shell. It could withstand so many attacks from him, and the quality was quite good. Even though he didn't try his best, it was still very impressive.
Just when he was enjoying the smashing, he saw the dim turtle shell suddenly slipped to the side, fell to the top of the mountain, and rolled all the way down the mountain with a bang.
The old man quickly raised his finger to stop the flying sword from hitting the miserable man eight feet above his head.
It would be unsightly to kill a man who has almost lost the power to resist with one sword blow and dampen the young master's interest.
"I'll take your flying sword away."
An Qianchen shouted hurriedly, looking at the big man in black robe holding a knife in one hand to hold himself up, he was extremely happy and laughed, it was finally his turn to take action.
Diagonally below, the man in the black robe was shattered and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He suddenly raised the knife, and his whole aura changed. From the state of being seriously injured and dying, he instantly recovered into a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, with murderous intent.
Before the old man yelled "be careful" in fear, and controlled the withdrawn flying sword with a wave of his finger, before he struck again.
A bright sword energy hanging upside down like a waterfall, with magnificent momentum, split from the blade and locked onto the old man whose expression changed drastically.
Chang Siguo gritted his teeth, he had been hacked so many times just for this one move in return.
He carefully felt the different killing intent that merged with the sword energy after it touched the Killing Heart Knife. This made his sword strike have an extra pull on the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something that he could not understand yet. Use of force.
He deliberately controlled this sword and it didn't move quickly, which shocked the old man so much that he couldn't retreat. He could only desperately catch the flying sword, trying to resist it, so as to gain some chance to escape.
No matter how slowly the sword energy rises, it reaches the height after two breaths, and its majestic momentum reaches its peak.
The green flying sword was like a fish struggling upstream in the sticky mud. It seemed so insignificant in front of the huge sword energy. It collapsed. The magic weapon that the old man's life depended on was completely destroyed, and his face showed a twisted and painful look. roared
"Stop, he is An"
Chang Siguo slashed it to the end with a sharp knife.
He is filled with murderous intent and his eyes are as cold as iron. Who the hell do you care?
The snowy sword energy flooded out like a tide, completely erasing the old man and the trump card that he had not had time to say out loud from the air, including the panicked man beside the old man who was desperately trying to activate his suit.
Kill both with one sword,
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