Considering this, the middle-aged monk moved. He wanted to send out a voice to greet his companion, but he suddenly shouted,"You dare to attack!" Nonsense! I'll personally hit you twice and use it to remind you not to succeed! Secretly. Suddenly, when he was in trouble, his body flashed, and he stood in front of the middle-aged monk, deceiving himself, and the sword light slashed down arrogantly. With a bang, the middle-aged monk hurriedly sacrificed a flying sword and blocked it in front of him in an attempt to stop the attack. He paced back and forth, threw away a pile of runic papers, turned it into a raging fire, and rushed at his opponent. His classmates also realized this and urged Fei Jian to help. The rest of the monks saw that the same door had opened, and they each urged their flying swords, attacking the rings and spirits. The brothers screwed it up at once; they couldn't use it alone. In the face of more bullying, they could only passively receive beatings and strong support. Fortunately, there were many runic papers about humans. Don't throw them out. However, this person was surrounded. It was more difficult for the siblings to leave heaven than to ascend to heaven. Since we are the first to do so, we are trying our best to save Mister Ruoshui's two disciples! He didn't care about fewer enemies. The Profound Heavenly Shield appeared through his body, protecting his head and tail. Regardless of the obstruction of the flying sword, the fire and rain hitting his body, he raised his arm and a golden whip came out of his hand. It was like a snake spitting out a letter and tied the middle-aged monk there. The other party was unable to avoid the panic. After a few futile struggles, he fell to the ground, followed by Dojihiko's red flames. Before he could shout for help, the middle-aged monk was swallowed by the fire. The oncoming fire and rain dispersed, but behind him was the sound of a " w ". The monk's flying sword hit the Mysterious Heavenly Shield and shook his body. He raised his eyebrows and held his hand. A golden pattern emerged from his arm and then turned into a strange flame. It whistled wildly and rushed to the other side. This person did not expect his companion to be killed, and the way he saw the other party was shocking. Panicked, he tried to recall his flying sword to stop King, but he did not forget to throw the stack of paper. With a cracking sound, the sword ray split apart, and the amulet he had blessed shattered. This person was so terrified that he had to dodge the attack when he was performing the Royal Art. However, Rao Ming suddenly cried out for help. Jian Mang blinked. A good person had been turned into two pieces of flesh. That person didn't land. He raised his hand and thought of the flying sword and the golden whip, and it was a finger of trust. Red Gold, who was still gritting his teeth and dancing in the air, suddenly turned around and left to look for the remaining monks. The fierce flying swords in the ground exhausted the spiritual swords and spiritual arts. It was at this moment that Jin rushed into the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he caught two flying swords and then rushed toward the remaining two. However, in the span of two breaths, two of his companions had died as his highest companions. Jin was unstoppable and his flying sword was unruly. The young man on the other side also freed his hands. He and the two disciples of the Pill Circle Sect had tried their best, but he refused to give in. The monks of the Xing Yuan Sect looked at each other. He was very timid! The Zhengyang Sect's Golden Hand or Red-Gold Hand was very powerful in locking and holding flying swords! After Xu Xun passed away, he forced the Jianjian brothers to use their flying swords in an awkward manner. They were all tied up in the air. No matter how hard others drove, it was futile. When Ling Jian and Uncle Ling saw the machine, they could not breathe and rushed out of the circle. Seeing that the people had set up a siege, their hands moved, and the red gold suddenly turned from big to small, turning into the tattoo of an arm. He held the flying sword in his hand and politely put it away. He couldn't make use of too many people. Not only did they hurt two colleagues, but their flying swords were also taken away. Xing Yuanzong's monk had no fighting spirit. How to fight, the young man on the other side would be able to isolate himself from the others. Right now, the people had no chance of winning, and today, they had already been planted! After looking at each other, they straightened their bodies and fled into the distance. He shook his head gently and did not follow. Instead, he smiled and turned to the two embarrassed teachers and brothers. "Thank you, brothers, for your rescue! Otherwise, my brothers will be buried here!”Ling Jian regained his spirit and panted as he walked forward, thanking the other party for his fist! Behind him, there was also spiritual art, which was also the appearance of Yu Yan. He smiled and put away the golden whip and flying sword. Then, he said,""You're not good at fighting, so don't get into trouble!”Then, he fired another fireball, burning the corpse to the ground and swallowing the money bag. After killing him, he was still so calm. It could be seen that this person was different! Ling Jian sighed to himself and looked at the Qiankun Bag in his hand anxiously. He smiled and said,"Thus, Master cannot rest assured. However, there are many treasures here that are necessary for refining pills. Promise my brother to go to Xuantian. Cheers. This brother promised me that my people would only search for some herbs on rainy days and would not act imprudently! "Then his face broke into an awkward smile. "Brother's words are not bad, hehe! Only that dispute was due to the monks 'desire, but fortunately, they met their brothers, ha!”This should be the reason for dealing with people. This brother was very clever and quick-witted. As long as he didn't deliberately make things difficult for him, he should protect himself in the Yutian area. For the sake of your heart, you are looking at the money bag in your hand. There is nothing in it except for spiritual stones, herbs, potions, and amulets. Xing Yuan Sect was a small immortal sect on the east side of the gorge. There was nothing unusual about a monk's property. After figuring out a jade bamboo scroll, he threw two Universe Bags and two flying swords to the spirit swords. "Brother, what is this? How could you give it to someone else after a fight?”Ling Jian was very surprised, but he was already smiling happily. His spirituality had also received a bag and a flying sword. He unexpectedly praised him,"Brother is very friendly! No wonder Master said, haha!" He had an inner conscience that made him half-hearted and gave him an inner cinc look. His eyes were smiling coldly. The monk was gone, and there were no other monks nearby. I lowered my head and suddenly looked up. His expression changed slightly. A few miles away, in the high cliff cave of Duckling Mountain, a huge golden-crowned bald man was looking for food for bald men. The delicious tears he kissed were obviously the corpse of a monk. He whispered, turned around, and said softly,""I have a flying sword. It's not good for you to fearlessly scare the field!”A moment later, he suddenly looked at the spirit tree curiously."What did Mister Ruoshui say?" Spiritualist felt awkward and looked at his brother awkwardly. Ling Jian collected the lost and recovered Immortal Orchids and smiled coldly."Master, don't worry, our hearts are not in 'not' yet.”He looked at him blankly and said," Master had already explained before he left. You are a person who can entrust important matters to. You said that you are very ordinary, and you don't care about my brother's past mistakes!”
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