Everlasting Sword God

"Here! Here!"

Chu Huoluo hid lightly behind the bronze sword, whispering to the Longjun Lord and Zi Ningjun.

All three put on night clothes and hid in darkness.

Zi Ningjun tapped on his toes as if floating on the ground without sound.

The abandoned Jianshanzhuang has closed its door and the lights are dim. At the door, in addition to watching the lively martial arts people from afar, there are several bonfires that break the sky.

Breaking the heavens, everyone, with military law and temperance, orderly.

The core of course is Fu Potian in retreat. Looking from a distance, he can see that he is still sitting with a knife in his arms and staying still.

The black priests around him didn't sleep, they stood alertly, looked around, and tried to protect the Taoist's safety.

"These martial arts states are average."

Chu Huoluo also has a bit of vision now, she frowned: "I and the county master, to lead away a few of them, you will have to trouble my sister to deal with him!

Between the flashes of fire, a trick to the enemy is the only chance to kill Fu Potian.

Zi Ningjun narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Potian from afar.

Of course, the old man is very different from what he was four hundred years ago. Even when he is in a secret place, his temperament has changed greatly.

Introverted and quiet, anger and hatred have also settled, turning into experience and vicissitudes.

His knife already has a charm.

"How is it, Master, are you sure?"

The Long Jun master calmed down and felt the oppression from Fu Potian faintly. She turned her head and asked Zi Ningjun with some anxiety.

Zi Ningjun was silent.

Night was dim.

She has been away from the mystery for four hundred years, and trained her heart to distinguish between the eyes of true fantasy and the heart of clear glass. After the inheritance of the Canglan Secret House, she was reborn, her strength increased, and after the First World War, she made great progress.

Now she has also crossed the tenth threshold of real life, and theoretically should be close to Fu Potian.

— But she wasn't sure at all.

"Master."

Chu Huoluo also saw that he was wrong, and hesitantly called Zi Ningjun.

"It doesn't matter."

Zi Ningjun shook his head.

Even if you are not sure, you must fight for Shen Zhenyi.

"Get ready."

She motioned for Chu Huoluo and Dragon County Master to prepare for a move—at this time, the night was quiet, and it was a good time to shoot.

"If we're not sure, we'll forget it."

At this moment, Chu Huoluo played a retreat—to be honest, she was galloping in the world of Baxiu. The reason she was so energetic was because there was Shen Sangong behind her.

When she came out hiding this time, she naturally had no idea.

Chu Huoluo's voice did not fall, but Zi Ningjun has leapt out without hesitation.

——Shoot!

Zi Ningjun will never regret the decision.

"Master!"

Chu Huoluo and the Longjun master looked at each other, knowing that they could not stop it, they could only cope with it and fly forward.

Three shadows, vacating at the same time.

In the middle of Zining Jun, Chu Huoluo and Long Junzhu had two wings and hurried forward.

"Be careful!"

Although they are fast, they are not idle generations, and now they find it wrong.

"Sneak attack!"

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"The dog thief of the abandoned sword mountain village, did not dare to do it during the day, and came to attack the Taoist at night!"

"Protect the Taoist! Protect the Taoist!"

In the noise, the priests in black who broke the sky took their positions and waited.

This group of black priests is the core force that Fu Potian has secretly cultivated over the years, and he is prepared to fight against the imperial power.

——However, for the three Ziningjun, their level is not enough.

Chu Huoluo's long sword fluttered softly into a rainbow, and just listening to the sound of snoring, the black priests in front had no time to respond, so they screamed in the chest and fell down.

Based on their cultivation, although it is not fatal with one sword, the power of the disordered world invades the meridians, leaving them without the ability to fight for a while.

The Lord of Longjun also showed no weakness. Her sword trembled, making a sound of dragon yin, with strong dragon spirit and domineering power to devour the world.

After gaining the Dragon Blood empowerment, she practiced Dragon Martial Arts with half the effort. This Dragon Emperor sword was full of momentum, and the remaining black priests were deterred by Long Wei and left behind.

Suddenly, all the black priests protecting Fu Potian were driven away, and in front of Zi Ningjun, only Fu Futian was left alone.

People shattered to the sky, but were stopped by Chu Huoluo and the Longjun Lord.

Zi Ningjun was like lightning, waving purple sleeves, and saw a lotus-like ice flame soaring into the sky, straight down Fu Futian's head!

The flames burned like snow and ice!

This completely different temperature flashes perfectly in the same trick.

Frozen Fire Emperor!

Zi Ningjun controls the power of heaven and earth of "cold" and "fire", and freely transforms in the middle, condensing into an ice fire lotus like Tai Chi.

Circling and dancing, the blazing heat and the cold are in one place, and it becomes a flawless move.

With this move, Fu Potian will inevitably turn into fly ash and freeze into ice debris!

"Master!"

"Go away!"

The shattering Taoist crowd rushed from all directions, shouting sternly.

Just add another finger to kill him!

Zi Ningjun's face remained unchanged, and long sleeves slowly pressed down!

Hum!

The purple lotus blooms a gorgeous light and accelerates straight down!

——But just for a moment, the lotus suddenly seemed to be held up by something. It was three feet away from Fu Potian's head, and it started to stand still.

The power of the cold and the heat is actually restrained by something and cannot move!

Zi Ningjun's face remained unchanged, but his eyes were still surprised.

Fu Potian still didn't move and didn't open his eyes, but the breath around him suddenly became violent, and he shot a fiery red light in all directions!

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The knife was fierce, and it easily shredded the ice-fire lotus above the head. It was still unstopped and burst out. The closest priests in black, who hadn't even heard a hum, were cut by this indiscriminate knife Into pieces!

"Blade back!"

Zining Jun's mouth was bitter.

Fu Potian still did not wake up, but his sword intention was already God. When attacked, he spontaneously defended his master and counterattacked with all his strength!

This knife is invisible and murderous, and Zi Ningjun has no time to dodge but can only close his eyes to death!

"You know now, shouldn't you be here?"

Just then, a gentle sigh came from her ear. Zi Ningjun found that she didn't have a broken body. When she opened her eyes urgently, she saw a slender figure standing in front of herself.

Shen Zhenyi.

He spread his hands, it seemed that the vanity had grabbed the wanton sword, making it impossible to go further, and naturally could not hurt the three of Zi Ningjun, Chu Huoluo, and Lord Longjun.

The evening wind whistled, and the sword air was vertical and horizontal.

The scene stood still strangely, only Fu Potian had a weird smile on his face.

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