The whole world is surprisingly quiet.

The crickets that had previously lie on the window frame were shocked again.

In theory, the cricket's forewings hardened, jumped high but not flew far, making it even less likely to stay in the air like a hummingbird. However, the cricket in the hall hovered above the jar. It didn't move, and even its wings did not flap.

The tea cup on the table had already fallen over. The last drop of water fell on a pile of tea on the surface of the floor tiles and actually jumped up. It was lower and smaller every time, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed to be stretched into a leisurely moment...

Xintian has moved.

But in the eyes of the immortal masters, it was a different scene.

The string of Taoist beads rotated "woo" quickly, and it quickly exceeded the wind wheel. It turned into a chaotic phantom, covering the head of Xintian Vajra. The sharp energy of the sword was enough to crush the sword, let alone the flesh and blood body.

Even though he avoided the Taoist bead, he was in a state of scatter and lost the initiative after he was stuttering after escaping the illusion created by Master Nian. The doll that cut paper into soldiers grew up, and the sword in the air rushed over again. What should he do?

Even with the indestructible body of Vajra, he resisted the Buddhist beads, dodged the sword sting, and bypassed the paper puppet, there was a sharp flying sword waiting to pierce through his chest in an instant.

In front of the throne, a white robe flashed.

Without avoiding or resisting, an arm suddenly stretched out. He grabbed the phantom of the wind wheel caused by the rotation of the Taoist bead and pulled it down.

The beads flew around, like a python wrapping around its forearm, bursting out a string of extremely dense "clogs". It seemed as if thousands of mice were grinding their teeth at the same time, which was terrifying.

Xintianyou's bent arms competed, and he stopped drinking:

"break!"

The Taoist beads shattered one after another and shot out quickly, quickly exceeding the arrow.

Whoosh...

A circle of honeycombs appeared on the beams and pillars in the hall in an instant.

The boy's left sleeve was so thin that he was not stolen, but his arms were not stolen. Rows of small holes were exposed in his chest, and there was no trace of blood.

He looked expressionless and glanced at the steps and grew up to a seven or eight-year-old boy, swaying paper man, with a sneer flashing across the corner of his mouth.

Then he looked up into the air and reached out to pull out the dragon's teeth.

The wind and thunder were faint, and the murderous aura was everywhere. The long sword had already flew to the altar, swallowing and spitting out a little white light.

The cricket hovering in the air woke up from his dream and flapped his wings and fled. He only touched the edge of the white light and immediately turned into powder.

Xin Tianyou waved his right hand and white light shot out from the end of the sword. It was only the thickness of a woman's golden hairpin, but not three feet long.

Abnormal mutation.

It seems that clouds move around the world and pine trees sing in the valleys.

A strong and fierce aura suddenly came, like a furnace, like a purgatory...

Buzz...

The airflow is turbulent.

A piece of white and dazzling, as if a huge snow-white folding fan was opened out of thin air.

In the air, a very good sword turned into two pieces, falling to the ground, and jumped a few times.

Under the jar, a swaying paper man caught fire and blue smoke rose.

thump……

The immortal master Beijiang, who was in the middle of the Huadan realm, was like a pile of mud, and he was barely rushing back. His nose blood rushed to a height of more than one meter, and the smell of blood filled the entire hall.

After Sun Liao's muffled, the monks continued to join in and only two breaths passed.

They didn't even see the situation clearly, and Xin Tianyou broke the illusion, smashed Taoist beads, burned paper puppets, and killed Beijiang, but there was nothing to stop!

The fallen Master Nian got up again, his eyes bulging.

Only Sun Liao's expression remained unchanged, pointed his sword forward and shouted, "Imperial!"

A golden light flew out from the box.

After he sacrificed his long sword, he did not deliberately fall to the end.

One is that the flying sword needs to emit the strongest power and needs to accumulate momentum to the peak; the other is that one holy fetal real person and two immortal masters of the alchemy work together, but they did not last for two breaths.

The time is pretty good now.

Before Xin Tianyou could adjust his breathing after the fierce battle, he was neglected to prevent it and could be punished.

No matter how fast a person is, he cannot escape his bulky body. Can he be faster than the flying sword? As long as the energy is locked, he will definitely be chased without ladders and without a door to the ground.

A golden light flashed and a roar was heard.

White shadow flashes sideways.

The golden light pierced the sky and rushed into the altar. When it was about to touch the wall, it suddenly turned sharply, but it was not slow.

The white shadow flew backwards away from the altar and retreated quickly.

But the golden light was getting closer and closer, and was almost approaching his chest. Bai Ying exerted force again, barely pulling a foot away.

Kakka...

The floor tiles along the wall were shattered, and it seemed that they were hit by an invisible giant pestle.

The strong wind in the hall suddenly blew, and the sharp whistle pierced the eardrums and hurt.

The white shadow was like a ghost, and within a breath, he actually circled the palace three times.

The golden light did not fall behind and bit it tightly.

Sun Liao's body trembled, the mist was steaming above his head, his lips were swaying and silently chanting, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead and cheeks.

Xin Tianyou laughed loudly, and he quickly retreated and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, let's see if your flying sword is fast or grandpa's legs are fast!"

The sound is weird and erratic.

When rushing towards the immortal master, it is extremely sharp, but when it is far away, it is extremely low. With the reverb of the four walls, the echoes are stirred together, as if hundreds of monks were chanting scriptures in a mess, making their scalp explode.

The stronger the wind, the more violent the roar.

I saw the distance between the white shadow and the golden light three feet apart, then one zhang, then three zhang...

Five circles later, the young man who was forced to his chest by flying swords and fled back and caught up with the golden light, and then circled it again and stopped in front of the two of them.

The yellow little sword was like a crucian carp leaving the water, struggling desperately.

Crack bang...

The iron palm was ruthlessly pinched, and gold powder kept leaking out.

Sun Liao coughed violently, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was bleak. The flying sword that was warmed up day and night was destroyed, and the swordsman lost half of his life.

It is no better than the talisman sword that Zhou Wuyang once cast, but it is just a magic talisman, and it will be destroyed if it is destroyed.

The two monks knelt down tremblingly and prostrated themselves.

Don't speak, wait for the ruling.

Xin Tianyou rubbed his palms and slapped the golden powder, and he was very happy.

"Damn, who says that practitioners are pure and hard? He is so filthy and rich, and uses gold as a flying sword."

Sun Liao was still lying on the ground and did not dare to look up, so he couldn't help but argue.

"Master Xintian is not a magnanimous path, but too poor and poor... Which one of the flying swords of the direct disciples of famous sects does not require a thousand-triggered steel, combined with unique techniques, mixed with rare mitral silver and secret copper? Some even use the essence of the meteorite outside the sky. With a thought, it will be faster than the lightning and will be invincible..."

Seeing that the young man was listening with relish, Master Nian quickly added.

"Sir, gold is easy to get close to mana. But its texture is too soft, and it is not a good material for making magic tools. It is often only used as an auxiliary supplement. Refined steel is not ordinary steel, one gram of mitril silver can be worth ten grams of gold. The essence of meteorites is hard to find, and I have never even seen it...

"The refining method is extremely important, turning decay into magic. If you can't get enough spirit stones or treasures of heaven and earth, you can't just ask the instrument master to tailor it. Even the magic weapon of the natal world can only be made with inferior materials..."

Xin Tianyou sneered:

"Do you want to tell me that hunger and cold are so heartbroken that they are too poor and have no way out, so they blackmail China?"

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Chapter completed!