Chapter 594 Sitting High Like a God

He Lu's face was ashen.

The Qi practitioners of Baodong Wonderland, headed by the old woman Fan Weiran, as well as the vassal monks from all sides, all had complicated expressions.

It stands to reason that this is seeing a rare bustle, and it is a huge bustle, but I am afraid that after watching the bustle, I will become a bustle myself.

As for the Qi practitioners at Ye Han's side in Huangyue City, all of them looked filled with indignation, but none of them dared to speak out.

The two groups of monks hate Cangjun Lake in their hearts. What nonsense is Dragon Palace Landscape Formation, a knife cutting tofu and a sword cutting mud? !

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, stood there without saying a word, his eyes lowered, just looking at the ground.

This is very interesting. A rich man smashed a yellow mud wall and yelled a few times. His dragon palace array was broken open by others, and he lost a lot of immortal money. This Lake Lord also didn't do it. Want to fart? Don’t they all say that Cangjun Lake is the top spot in Yinping Country? Within a country, the gods of the Five Mountains on the mountain and the generals and ministers at the foot of the mountain all respect Cangjun Lake. Even the Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, wears an arrogant emperor's dragon robe, and no one cares about it.

Therefore, the lower the realm, the more irritable the temper. It is not that no one wants to step forward and reprimand the young swordsman who is surrounded by many people. These young monks who originally wanted to be the first ones still hope to be able to compete with He Xiaoxian. The master and Huang Yuecheng were trying to save a free relationship, but before they could speak out, they told the mature and solemn monks around them, their seniors or their friends on the road, and they all told them with ripples in their hearts. In the final analysis, people who mean well and give warnings are afraid of being implicated by the reckless people around them. Since a swordsman's swordsmanship can withstand even heavenly calamities, it is not surprising that he accidentally kills several people with a flash of sword light.

There was no longer a sneer on Fan Weiran's lips, and he looked a little dull.

Ye Han, the Lord of Huangyue City, turned his head and looked at the white-clothed swordsman who broke through two formations with one sword, and asked: "The swordsman must fight to the death, and he will not give up until the fish is dead and the net is broken?"

The white-clothed swordsman just casually threw the scabbard in his hand to the ground, inserted it into the ground, and took out the folding fan on his waist. He neither looked at Ye Han nor He Lu. He gently tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan, with a smile on his face. His eyes wandered, starting from the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the right, from the upper seat to the lower seat near the entrance of the Dragon Palace Hall, looking down one by one, "I heard that there is a certain immortal master who dreams of Liangfeng. The idea is novel, I actually invited a martial arts master to eat shit in a shit bucket, who is it, stand up and let me admire you, if you are too lazy to stand up, just raise your hand."

Over there in Baodong Wonderland, there was a young man and woman carrying swords, looking at each other.

Isn't this swordsman in front of me the man in a green shirt who drove outside the city in the early morning and ate cakes and porridge at a roadside stall? The clothes have been changed, and the expression has changed, but that face is definitely the same!

The woman smiled bitterly. The junior brother's crow's mouth, and the old man with the monkey on his shoulders over there at the city gate, were the culprits who took away the important treasure of the Immortal family. Now this young ranger has transformed into a A swordsman was born out of nowhere!

Chen Ping'an's eyes finally rested on a group of Qi practitioners in the middle.

A man who was relatively closest to the palace gate shrank his neck.

Asked a question, no answer required. The answer will reveal itself. Most of the monks on the mountain seek purity for themselves and do not want to be contaminated by the right and wrong of others.

At the gate of the City God's Temple, the colleagues from the City God's Temple asked who was the chief officer of the Yin-Yang Division, and the small gesture they made in unison was quite insouciant.

It's exactly the same now.

Chen Ping'an raised his hand. A black mist of soul that was originally the size of a fist had been consumed by the Gang Qi until it was only the size of a date core. He gently rotated it with one finger, and strands of Gang Qi wrapped it around it, crushing it like a millstone. , Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "This wild cultivator, whose name I forgot to ask, said that your Immortal Master of Meng Liangfeng's genealogy is the real mastermind behind the scenes. I know you may not have the brains and courage, so who Lord Ye Dacheng, or Master He Xiaoxian?"

The four Qi practitioners in Meng Liangfeng were gnashing their teeth in anger, but their sitting postures were still as stable as a rock.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you don't want to say it, just say it. I'm just curious about one thing. Whether it's Ye Sheng from Huangyue City who is planning to act later, or He Lu who is full of resourcefulness, if I tell you to handle this matter, have you paid for it?" If not, Huang Yuecheng would not be very kind."

He Lu slowly stood up, his expression returned to normal, and he said loudly: "Everyone is responsible for the work, and don't yell about 'He Lu came first'. All the grudges in the city will end with me, He Lu. I, He Lu, are dead. Naturally, the Sword Immortal is superior in skills, so I have no regrets, what do you think of the Sword Immortal?"

Ye Han smiled slightly.

If we don't gamble like this, today's Cangjun Lake Lord's banquet will be like a piece of scattered sand. On paper, the tripartite forces, which are probably equivalent to an immortal, will dissipate into a group of rabble.

Fan Weiran was a little surprised and raised his gaze. This was the first time the ancestor of Baodong Wonderland had looked at the young man from Huangyue City.

In the past, I only thought that He Lu was a Taoist embryo who was as good as Yan Yatou. He had a bright mind and knew how to be a good person. He had never thought about life and death. It was not easy for him to be so calm.

Those who have thunder in their chests and faces as flat as a lake can worship the general.

This is the boy I'm talking about.

As long as a monk with such good qualifications and good temperament doesn't die prematurely, he can achieve great success! Ye Han was so lucky to have such help.

The old woman thought secretly in her heart.

Could it be that after the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace banquet, after overcoming the difficulties, he simply agreed to the match made in heaven between Yan Yatou and him? Anyway, He Lu has a foreign surname and is destined to be unable to inherit Ye Han's Huangyue City. It is impossible to rely on Yan Yatou to abduct her into Baodong Wonderland. The ebb and flow of one thing can not only drive Ye Han to death, but also help his sect make further progress. Once this pair of golden boys and girls, envied by everyone, became immortals and Taoists, they both reached the golden elixir realm, and Huangyue City, which was in decline, could only rely on one Ye Han to support itself. I believe that as long as the conditions are right, most of the mountains in the ten countries may be the territory of Baodong Wonderland. I believe that with this young man's vision and mind, this account can be settled clearly.

"Ye Han, as long as this person's words are slightly inappropriate, it will cause public outrage. Let's not miss He Lu's hard-earned opportunity in vain."

So Fan Weiran immediately told Ye Han from the bottom of his heart, "Today, you and I, put aside our past grudges and cooperate sincerely! Stop hiding things. The situation is critical and we cannot have our own thoughts."

Ye Han also decisively agreed.

"I thought you were going to say that you should be spared and spared. But from this we can see that you, He Lu, are the real masterminds of Suijia City's many plans."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since Master He Xiaoxian is so responsible, I respect you as a man. Okay, until you show your face, if you can't take away the sword, I will only take your head in this Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace today." "

He Lu was stunned.

Let alone other people, Fan Weiran felt a little relieved.

The Sword Immortal's reply really caught people off guard, but if they really wanted to fight today and stop it, even if they killed a few more, as long as it didn't involve too much of Baodong Wonderland, why wouldn't Fan Weiran do it? The previous secret agreement with Ye Han and Huang Yuecheng is now void.

Ye Han's expression changed slightly.

Chen Ping'an pointed his folding fan at the sword immortal stuck on the ground, "Master He Xiaoxian, don't be polite, just take the sword. After you die, many monks will remember your kindness. It is a well-deserved death."

He Lu couldn't hold back her expression again, and shifted her gaze slightly to look at Master Ye Han who was sitting beside him.

Beyond the beaded curtain at the side door of the main hall, a beautiful woman walked out and said angrily: "You guy! You are so arrogant, why are you so domineering? It doesn't matter that you are a swordsman who everyone is afraid of you, a Taoist." , How could you be so quick to kill everyone..."

As the bead curtain was raised and lowered, there was a clattering sound, as clear and crisp as the sound of beads rolling on a plate.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was so angry that he waved his sleeves away without turning his head, "Go back!"

With one sleeve, the dragon girl smashed into the bead curtain. With a bang, she probably hit the wall of the side room hard. Listening to the sound, there was no second sound, which meant that the graceful and delicate body had not fallen at all. The ground must have sunk into the wall.

Cangjun Lake's hand is not light, it is very heavy.

Chen Ping'an looked at the Lake Lord wearing a purple robe, smiled, raised his head and looked around, "Good place."

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, bowed in obeisance and said, "The Sword Immortal has come to visit my humble residence. The small mansion is full of brilliance."

Chen Ping'an clicked twice with the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Shaoxi Canal Master Water Temple, once, you and I had a warm hand on Cangjun Lake, and had a small fight, and again, we used the Dragon Palace to gather heroes from all over the world, and compete with others I, who is driving the city, are discussing Taoism from a distance, once again. As the old saying goes, things can only come in threes, and with this dragon girl who is upright and reasonable, this is already the fourth time, what should I do?"

Lake Lord Yinhou did not stand up straight, but raised his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Whatever the Sword Immortal tells you to do, Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace will do it!"

The white-clothed sword fairy was noncommittal and said considerately: "Master Hu, don't be in a hurry. Wait until Master He Xiaoxian pulls out the sword. If he pulls out the sword, you will be dumbfounded again. Now let go of these cold allies." The words from the heart will hinder your Dragon Palace from dividing the accounts afterwards, and you will lose a lot of money from the gods."

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, looked pitifully and said with a wry smile: "The Sword Immortal is funny."

Chen Pingan pointed his folding fan at the white-haired old man sitting next to He Lu, "It's your turn to step in to remedy the crisis. If you don't say anything to reassure people and turn the tide, it will be too late."

Ye Han sighed softly.

The old man who had just received the secret speech teaching from the city lord could neither sit nor stand for a moment.

In the end, he could only lose most of his energy and stand up bravely, "Then let me, an old guy with half my body buried in the ground, dare to have a few words with the sword fairy?"

But in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, the sword immortal could only be heard whispering the word "what a pity", as if his expression was a bit unfinished?

The actions and words of the Sword Immortal are indeed unreasonable.

Yan Qing turned her head because the cute and innocent-looking Cui girl next to her was secretly tugging on her sleeve.

Yan Qing quietly stretched out a finger to signal this girl, who had always been arrogant in her teacher's sect, to keep quiet.

The girl smiled knowingly, nodded slightly, and communicated with Yan Qing through the ripples of her heart, "Sister Yan, he is practicing his mind a little. It's so weird, even I can only see it vaguely, like... a woodcutter. My husband is chopping firewood and sharpening his knife first, but he seems to dislike the small number of us. The grindstone is not big enough, and there is an outline of the city in the shadow. He is probably thinking about the vast number of people in the city... Anyway, it's probably That's what I mean. This guy is really cunning. He used to take some stupid snakes to temper his body on Cangjun Lake, and now he's here again. Alas, Sister Yan, you know that I used to I most admire the kind of swordsman that the Second Ancestor always talked about, but now I don’t dare to admire him anymore, I’m scared to death.”

Yan Qing only found it unbelievable and became more and more haggard.

This was a disordered state of mind that she had never experienced since she began to practice Taoism.

The Immortal Mental Technique used by the master to hide the truth latently is useless, and the meditation and concentration of one's own martial arts are also useless.

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly muttered to himself, seemingly helpless, "Okay, if you say it's okay, then just treat it as okay."

This person's appearance is actually far from revealing, but he can't resist the fact that he is a swordsman with endless killing power.

At this moment, everyone sitting in the main hall of the Dragon Palace was a little nervous and suspicious. They always felt that the white-clothed immortal in front of them had profound meaning in every word and deed. This young sword immortal... was indeed a sword immortal.

Chen Pingan turned to the white-haired old man who had already prepared his words, "It's best to shut up."

A faint green sword light suddenly appeared, and the old man's expression changed drastically. He stamped his feet on the ground, waved his sleeves, and transformed into an origami flying kite the size of a palm, and began to run away.

That flying sword follows him like a shadow.

The snow-white paper kite's escape route is also very particular. Once it tried to fly out of the entrance of the hall, but was stabbed with a hole in its wings by a flying sword. Cups and bowls of wine acted as obstacles to the flying sword, like a nimble bird flying around the branches and flowers, constantly threading needles and threads, which was dangerous and dangerous. It frightened the Qi practitioners who all turned pale and did not dare to face Huang Yuecheng and Huang Yuecheng. Ye Han cursed loudly, feeling extremely aggrieved and resentful in his heart that this old and immortal thing could not die.

Chen Ping'an looked at He Lu and said, "This is the last time I remind you to pick up the sword."

He Lu kept silent and just held the bamboo flute's hand, veins popping out.

Ye Han stood up slowly, with a pleasant look on his face, and asked: "Although Sword Immortal is safe and sound, we have never really made a big mistake and committed a capital crime. But during this period, it was indeed us who disturbed Sword Immortal." Qing Xiu, can we, Huang Yuecheng, take the lead, and let me, Ye Han, personally come forward to help the Sword Immortal make up for it?"

The young swordsman smiled and nodded, "Of course you can. There is a saying by Sui Jia Cheng Huang, that there is nothing in the world that cannot be discussed carefully."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the sword, and swiped it across the sword, "Tell me, make a price."

The move of the swordsman was too unexpected, and the sword came out with lightning speed. When he flicked his wrist and threw the sword into the scabbard, no one understood the meaning of this move.

The city lord of Huangyue City, who was always known for his gentleness and magnanimity in Shishiguo Mountain, suddenly said angrily: "How dare you kill someone in front of me!"

Everyone raised their heads in unison, and finally their eyes rested on the handsome young man who reached out and covered his neck.

The immortal bamboo flute in his hand has fallen to the ground, making a tinkling sound like broken pearls and jade.

He Lu staggered back a few steps. Blood seeped out between his fingers. The young immortal's face was covered with tears. He covered his neck with one hand and reached out to Ye Han with the other. He sobbed and trembled: "Father, save me." ,help me……"

Fan Weiran felt horrified in his heart, and then felt that he had been slapped so hard that it hurt.

She was so angry that her white hair stood on end, and the golden crown given by the immortal flew away!

What a He Lu, what a Ye Han, what a pair of Zangzhuo father and son who have plotted against monks from dozens of countries!

If he and Baodong Fairyland really had the idea of ​​​​making Yan Qing and He Lu become Taoist couples, wouldn't it be like beating a dog with a meat bun and beating a dog based on the skills of father and son? Yan Yatou is just a simple girl who devotes herself to Taoism and does not care about the world. How can she compare to Ye Han and He Lu, the old and young foxes who turned out to be father and son? To say the least, Yan Yatou would not have helped the Taoist companion He Lu to deal with it. In Baodong Fairyland, there is no way to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, but when the time comes, most of the Taoist heart will be destroyed. Even if he really respects the master and respects the Tao, Yan Qing will be powerless if he wants to help his master deal with Huangyue City!

Fan Weiran drank the wine in the glass and laughed loudly: "Happy, happy, this bad guy He Lu really deserves to die! Ye Han, you lost your beloved son, but you still don't have the hatred to take action and compete with the Sword Immortal?! Can you bear the revenge of killing your son? If it were me, I would die in this Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace today."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You will die too, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate."

Fan Weiran's hearty laughter stopped abruptly.

He Lu saw that Ye Han was about to stretch out his hand, but then retracted it. He felt sad and desperate in his heart. His vision was hazy, staring at the father who was unwilling to take action for him. The young man's eyes were full of hatred, and then he slowly turned his head, with blood on his fingers. The more he looked at the frightened Yan Qing, his eyes turned to pleading, "Yan Qing, save me."

Yan Qing exhaled a breath, grabbed the dagger, stood up, and turned to look at the white-clothed swordsman, "This time I draw the sword, just for myself."

The sword immortal in white clasped his hands behind his back, nodded with a smile and said: "Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence, seeking death will lead to death. A decent cultivator finally emerged from this filthy dragon palace."

Yan Qing stood holding a dagger and smiled casually. When her state of mind returned to clarity, the divine brilliance circulated, the spiritual energy flowed throughout her body, and the golden crown on her head shone, which made this beautiful woman even more enchanting.

It's just that it looks really good, but all the Qi practitioners in the Dragon Palace Hall still find it baffling.

Na He Lu staggered back, finally leaning against the wall, slumped to the ground, and sat there.

Finally one head slipped and fell to the ground.

That sound was far inferior to the previous loud thunder, which made all the monks feel like they had been hit hard in the heart and were a little out of breath.

Huang Yuecheng He Lu died like this.

A monastic genius who had the hope of standing side by side with Ye Han and Fan Weiran on the top of the mountain, was his body separated like this?

Looking at the elegant fairy Yan Qing, everyone was even more surprised.

He is also the most outstanding and proud man in the mountains of more than ten countries.

He Lu was such a kind-hearted person, but he just lacked some luck and died in the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace in a foreign country. But this fairy Yan Qing clearly had the opportunity to distance himself, so why was his brain so full of water? ?

So how did this golden boy and girl, who almost became a couple of gods, get together in the first place?

Or is it because the love is so deep that when his lover died, Yan Qing got angry and drew his sword in anger?

It's just that we are looking down on you, Yan Qing, and bringing humiliation to ourselves by drawing a sword against a real swordsman.

At the critical moment when Yan Qing was holding his sword and gathering momentum, the young swordsman looked at him.

Visions abound!

Near the center seat on Ye Han's side, a table filled with delicacies and fine wines exploded. The Qigong practitioners on both sides flew out and hit a large area.

A strong body with golden light all over his body broke the case without any warning. He stepped on the ground and the whole Dragon Palace trembled. Then he punched out and knocked the sword fairy in white straight away. The walls of the hall were covered It was knocked through on the spot, and not only that, the sound of breaking the wall sounded one after another.

This punch.

Is it really something that a fifth-level qi practitioner under Meng Liang Feng can deliver?

Fan Weiran and Ye Han quickly looked at each other, and both saw shock and panic in each other's eyes.

This person is so hidden that he is definitely not a pawn of both sides!

Maybe he is the real accomplice of the old monkey farmer and the charming fox queen of Silver Screen Country!

As long as they were not prepared for this sneak attack, neither of them would be able to withstand the attack and would be seriously injured on the spot.

The man with an unspectacular appearance, who had gathered the peak of his life's boxing power, delivered a punch that was hearty and hearty. It shattered his entire arm and drooped. However, the man was so heroic that he looked at the palace full of monks. Chicken Dog laughed happily and said: "I should have found an opportunity to hand this killer punch to the old thief Xia Zhen, but I never thought that a stupid young man who likes to show off would take the lead."

The man looked through the walls that looked like opened doors and looked into the dusty distance, "They say that you, the Sword Immortal, are unreasonable and have a golden body. What are you doing now? You are still golden but not golden." With this punch, I am going to be hit by a real martial artist in the Golden Body Realm. His internal organs will be shattered into pieces and he will be killed on the spot!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced at the sheathed long sword on the ground. "What the hell, you damn swordsman! I've been putting up with you for a long time, and you kill a chicken in the sea-viewing realm with one sword. Do you really think you're invincible?" "

The corners of Hujun Yinhou's mouth curled up, and then the amplitude became wider and wider, until finally a smile spread across his entire face.

Fan Weiran also laughed.

Only Ye Han was relieved, but when he glanced at the headless corpse on the other side of the wall, he felt gloomy and still couldn't laugh at all.

Fortunately, this young son who has hidden his identity is, after all, an accomplished monk in the sea-viewing realm, and has gathered his soul in several key Qi palaces on his own.

It's just that he has such a good innate body and possesses the qualifications that the immortal called golden branches and jade leaves. Where can he find it in the future? How can I reach the golden elixir realm in the future? Even better than the blue, better than himself, leading a yellow city to a higher place on the mountain?

The remaining three Qi practitioners in Mengliang Peak swallowed their saliva one by one.

How could this good-for-nothing junior brother who was usually unable to hit a target with a few sticks suddenly become a top master with punches that exploded like thunder?

Yan Qing stood there blankly.

In the main hall, even though they knew that the legendary Grand Master of the Golden Body Realm was an enemy rather than a friend, loud cheers began to appear. Everyone slapped the table and applauded. Some people directly picked up the wine bottle and drank from it. The pure warriors gave a thumbs up, and some people began to praise Mengliang Kingdom for not only its flourishing cultural fortunes, but also its prosperous martial arts fortunes. Meng Liang Kingdom should really become the overlord of one side, and should have annexed neighboring countries long ago. It is impossible to say that they can become a great dynasty. .

Yan Qing stood in the noisy and festive hall, feeling empty in his heart.

how so?

She was devastated.

Fan Weiran leaned back with laughter. The old woman also followed the example of the vulgar monk, raised her head and extended her thumb towards Yan Qing, "Yan Yatou, you have accomplished a wonderful feat! My dear girl, when I return to Baodong Wonderland, I will definitely kill the founder." I will reward you with that important weapon, but I want to see who dares to be dissatisfied!"

The first one to notice something was wrong.

It's the blinking green girl. But at this moment, she didn't even dare to activate the ripples in her heart, let alone small moves.

The charming girl began to sit upright, acting like a wooden figure.

Then there is the warrior man who secretly climbed to the golden state step by step in Mengliang Kingdom.

When the man's face became serious, Ye Han and Fan Weiran also realized that something was not good.

Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, who originally wanted to get acquainted with this strong man, also put away the smile on his face little by little, and quickly held his breath and concentrated.

A white-clothed swordsman walked out of the "doors" and finally appeared in the main hall.

The Qi practitioner in the middle of Fan Weiran's side was already rolling and crawling, trying to make way for the Sword Immortal and the Golden Body Realm Grandmaster.

The swordsman patted his shoulder, shook his snow-white sleeves, and said with a smile: "On the ferry earlier, someone said that the Jindan realm Qi practitioners here are all made of paper." The man slowly walked towards Meng. Liang Guo Wufu, where is the slightest sign of "crushed internal organs"?

As he walked, he smiled and said: "Now I see that you, a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm, are not much better. You are probably made of mud, and the kind that has not been dried in the sun. That's why you broke one of your arms? Does it hurt?" pain?"

The man said in a deep voice: "You are actually a far-reaching warrior! Are you right?! You are not a swordsman at all, right? Before you punch me, give me a clear explanation!"

The man put one hand on his abdomen and the other on his forehead, and said helplessly: "Brother, don't be like this. Really, you told so many jokes in the Dragon Palace today. I was lucky enough not to be crushed by the catastrophe in Suijia City." Damn it, I will end up laughing to death here."

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, sighed and sat on the steps, holding his head in his hands. OK, I have accepted my fate. Fight, fight, you can fight as much as you like. If I demolish the Dragon Palace, I, Marquis Yin, only have to frown, and I will have the same surname as that sword fairy from now on.

Some young monks, who wanted to cry but dared not cry before, now want to laugh but dare not.

The white-robed swordsman turned his head and looked at Fan Weiran and Lake Lord Yinhou, "I am a warrior in the Golden Body Realm. Is it the news you spread? Do you know that I was accidentally bumped into you by mistake, so I have to make better plans. All in vain?"

The man took a deep breath, smiled, and didn't flinch at all. He took a step back with his right foot, raised his only usable arm, and put on a posture with perfect fisting intentions, "I don't care if you are in the same situation as me. The martial artist is still the sword fairy flying around, then I will learn from him again."

Chen Pingan glanced at the other three Mengliangfeng monks, looked away, and said with a smile: "It seems that your Mengliang country has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's interesting. Thank you."

The man took a step forward, and his fists flowed out like a flood, causing the whole palace to shake. Almost everyone jumped up high. Just when everyone thought it was another deadly battle in a narrow road, the man turned out to be a He leaned back, as fast as thunder, and crashed into the wall behind him that had not yet "opened the door". After it shattered with a bang, it was like the magical power of an immortal that shrunk thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a square inch, and disappeared in an instant.

He is worthy of being a martial artist with a golden body that has not been seen in two hundred years. His body skills are indeed mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to guard against him.

But above the main hall, the white-clothed Sword Immortal was nowhere to be seen.

Then on the other side of the newly opened wall door, the legendary Golden Body Realm martial artist "walked" back step by step backwards.

Only one big sleeve and palm were exposed from the man's heart.

Not only did he block the way of this martial arts master in an instant, but he also made a decision between life and death. The swordsman directly penetrated the opponent's chest and back with his left hand!

The swordsman in white raised his right hand, pressed the man's head, and pushed it gently.

He flew out lightly and fell just in the middle of the hall.

The white-robed swordsman shook his sleeves, and a stream of scarlet blood splashed out on the ground beside him.

In the sky above the main hall, the origami flying kite was still running away wildly, avoiding the faint green sword light behind its butt.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Have you not had enough fun yet?"

The green flying sword suddenly accelerated, the kite turned into powder, and the bloody old man with white hair fell heavily to the ground of the hall.

The flying sword flew back to its master leisurely, like a bird clinging to someone, flowing slowly and extremely docilely.

Chen Pingan glanced at the girl in an emerald green dress. The latter grinned. Then she felt a little shy and quickly covered her mouth.

Chen Ping'an also smiled and said: "Huangyue City He Lu, Baodong Wonderland Yan Qing, Cangjun Lake Lord Yinhou, none of these three told you that it is best to place the battlefield directly in that chariot In the city, maybe I am the most constrained, and you are the safest. It is hard to kill me, but at least you have a greater chance of running away?"

Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, let go of his hand and raised his head, "Sword Immortal, I mentioned this, and He Lu agreed. He also came up with many chain links, such as using various spells to coerce the people to swarm forward. Go straight to the ghost house or something like that, but in the end, both sides feel that they are too close to Suijia City, and it is easy to alarm you, the great swordsman who can fly a sword to take a person's head a thousand steps away. No one is willing to die first, Huang Yuecheng and The lives of the monks in Baodong Fairyland are precious. If they don't take the lead, the rest of the vassal mountains are not all fools. Anyone who wants to make money and lose his life has no choice but to give up. Sword Immortal, I should do it. I said it, I shouldn’t have said it, I’ve said it all, next, kill me as you please, you don’t want me, the Dragon Palace, with a thousand-year inheritance. After today, as long as the Sword Immortal is merciful and I am lucky enough to survive, Cangyun Lake will definitely repair the landscape of Suijia City. Luck should be regarded as atonement.”

After Yan Qing heard the beginning of that sentence, his face turned pale and his whole body started to tremble.

If the Taoist heart is unstable, the spiritual energy of the Qi Mansion will be unstable, and the hand holding the sword will be even more unstable.

Chen Pingan put his fingers together and waved lightly.

The Lord of Huangyue City deliberately remained motionless, and Ye Han allowed the long sword to penetrate his chest and nail him to the wall.

Only one foot away from Fan Weiran's eyebrows, there was a green flying sword with a slightly trembling tip.

The old woman also remained motionless.