coming! Li Shi, the head of the Huashan Sect, held the Taiyue Divine Sword tightly and strode towards Feng Shijun. The tip of the sword flashed a little cold light, stimulating the energy of Yuan Yin and turning into a coiling snake. Feng Shijun said "Hey" and was very surprised. Li Shi was obviously a masculine man, but his magic skills were extremely wonderful in the transformation of Yuanyin. Could it be that he was disguised as a man and was actually a girl? Seeing that the big snake was about to pounce, he shook his left shoulder, and the white tiger shadow behind him flew into the air. He raised his right paw and slapped it down hard. The big snake turned into a ball of Yuan Yin energy and took the opportunity to penetrate into the white tiger's body.
Where Feng Shijun's thoughts fell, the white tiger shook its body, and the ice shards fell to the ground. It forced out all the Yuan Yin energy, lowered its head and let out a silent roar at the opponent. Li Shi was so aware that he turned around to dodge. He didn't want the roar to cover the area several feet away and the aftermath would be endless. He had to lift the Taiyue Divine Sword to block it. The Divine Sword was activated by Yin Qi, and a ball of green light appeared on the spine of the sword. The light protects him all over. The Taiyue Divine Sword is also a magical weapon given by the Huashan Sect in the Immortal City. It has always been controlled by the head of the Huashan Sect. In the hands of mortals, it is just a sharp sword. Only Li Shi is worthy of the word "god". .
The fire was blazing, reflecting most of the sky red. The Eight-fingered Tutu laughed and scattered the beads. Thirty-six skulls rolled to the ground, rattling, and green-faced and fanged ghosts floated out of the eye holes, scattering in all directions. Cull the living. At the moment of crisis, a ray of sword light shot up into the sky, and the spirit of the Western White Tiger appeared from the sky. He opened his mouth and sucked the ghost into his belly, and swept it away. His eyes were focused, and the figure of the Eight-fingered Tutuo was reflected.
A chill hit his heart, and the Eight-fingered Tutuo yelled, not caring to take back the skull beads, and rolled to the ground to reveal its original shape, but it was a gigantic four-clawed green wolf. The wind blew under his feet and he moved aside out of thin air. Almost at the same time, the white light rubbed his body and slashed into the ground, plowing two intersecting ravines silently. The sharp golden energy spread out in all directions, and the blackness was bottomless.
The Eight-fingered Tutuo gasped. If he had taken half a beat slower, he would have received a blow from the White Tiger's Soul Gaze. He was caught off guard and feared that his body would be damaged and he would be unable to fight anymore. With such a fierce sword intention and such a fierce spirit, no one except the sword cultivator from the Huashan Sect could think of anyone else. He lowered his body, growled lowly, and stared at the white tiger spirit intently. However, he saw a female cultivator in black walking forward slowly, playing with a rusty bronze sword in her hand, and with a slight move towards the spirit, the white tiger turned into a white tiger. Make sword energy and retract the sword.
The Eight-fingered Tutuo became aware that this kind of killing method could only have the power of one blow. However, instead of relaxing, he became even more vigilant. The hairs all over his body stood upright, rising and falling, like a strong wind blowing across the wilderness.
Feng Shijun used his methods calmly, suppressing Li Shi struggling to hold on, unable to fight back. When Li Xiyi raised his small sword and summoned the spirit of the White Tiger of the West, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with a fanatical desire in his eyes, ignoring everything else. regardless of. Li Shi finally regained his composure. Where dared to provoke the other party again, a gust of wind blew up. He retreated again and again like a ghost, disappearing into the darkness. Fortunately, Feng Shijun didn't pay attention at all. Even the phantom of the white tiger, He stared blankly at the spirit, as if he were seeing long-lost brothers.
Li Xiyi put the small bronze sword into his repair bag, pulled out a long sword with flashing cold light with his backhand, and lightly touched the sword-guiding technique with his left hand. The next moment, he was about to sacrifice the flying sword and kill the killer. Feng Shijun suddenly said: "Wait a minute! That little sword of yours is very suitable to my liking. Do you want to change it?"
The monster opened his mouth to discuss with the monk. This was a rare conversation. The usual reply would be "Why do I want to trade with you?", or he could sneer and move forward with his sword. But Li Xiyi was not an ordinary person. She glanced at Feng Shijun. , making a concealed gesture, the flying sword flew out of his hand, soared into the sky, and slashed head-on towards the Eight-Finger Tutuo.
The eight-fingered Tutuo stood up, stretched out his two front legs, and waved out his eight claws one after another, making the sound of gold and stone clashing, which could be crisp or dull. He shouted sternly: "The leader of the dignified Huashan Sect is actually an evil man Xiu, the dignified sword cultivator of Huashan Sect is actually mixed with the evil cultivator, does he still have the character of a famous and upright family!"
Li Xiyi burst into laughter. This wolf monster came out of nowhere. He is rustic and has no idea about the situation where Xuanmen and leftists coexist in the fairy city. What about evil cultivators? The evil cultivator is a human cultivator after all, but a mere monster dares to sow discord. Could it be that he has eaten the guts of a wolf and a leopard? Well, he has a truly wolfish heart, so no wonder he is so rampant! Li Xiyi activated the flying sword, which poured down like a gust of wind and rain, killing the eight-fingered Tutuo who screamed in agony. He had spent his whole life on the eight sharp claws, which could withstand the flying sword, but his body was only ordinary. If he was accidentally hit, The sword penetrates the intestines and breaks the belly, what should I do?
In the midst of his busy schedule, he turned around and saw that Feng Shijun was driving Li Shi to beat him. The Taiyue Divine Sword became a poker, and the leader of the Huashan Sect was left in a state of embarrassment. When the Eight-finger Tutuo was about to ask for help, Li Xiyi seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. His flying sword suddenly tightened, and he was cunning and strange. He single-mindedly attacked his eyes, nose, anus and vagina, killing him until he was sweating. He could no longer hold on and had to fight to save his life. With magical powers, he could generate wind under his feet, move several feet in an instant, break through the wall without looking back, and run away.
When Feng Shijun saw that the Eight Finger Tutuo didn't even say hello and abandoned himself to escape alone, he sneered secretly and released a dense amount of demonic energy from the pores of his body, rolled up a ball of black energy, and whizzed away. Li Xiyi did not chase after him. He put away the scattered skull beads with a flick of his sleeves and looked at them carefully. After being purified with potion, the object was about the size of a thumb. It was as white as jade and had a sinister aura. It looked like something evil and filthy at first glance. Evil and filthy things must naturally be refined by evil cultivators. She looked down on such inferior magic weapons, so she beckoned Li Shi over and gave him self-defense.
Li Shi was overjoyed. These thirty-six skulls were originally Yin weapons. They were sacrificed with Yuan Yin energy to get twice the result with half the effort. They were in perfect harmony with his practice. He thanked Li Xiyi in a low voice and became more courageous. It didn't matter if the wolf monster revealed his identity. Who would believe the nonsense of a monster? Even if someone became suspicious, he had sword master Li Xiyi supporting him, no matter how much gossip he said. , and it can't shake his position. Time is on his side. As long as he gets stronger day by day, and as long as the conflicts between humans and monsters continue, he will be successful.
Seeing that the enemy had retreated, everyone trembled and fetched water to extinguish the fire. There was still lingering fear in their hearts. For some reason, they had offended the monster and caused such a catastrophe. If a sword cultivator had not appeared to help, the Red Dragon Escort Bureau would have been burned to the ground. , more than a hundred people, all became blood food in the monster's belly.
Guo Chuanlin's eyes were clear and he witnessed everything from beginning to end without missing a single detail. The eight-fingered Tutuos of Feng Shijun were both great demons with profound spiritual practices and strong blood, which whetted his appetite. What made him salivate even more was , Li Shi and Li Xiyi fought with the big demon, no longer restraining the vigorous vitality in his body. The breath of the monk was so sweet. He took a deep breath, intoxicated by it, and almost lost control.
But neither the great demon nor the cultivator was what he could covet at the moment. Guo Chuanlin buried his desire deeply in his heart, like a seed in the dark, waiting for the day to sprout.
