"Luobei, you are the fastest, maybe you can escape. You can leave quickly. If you can go back to Shushan, let the master and the others help us avenge!"

Hearing Bai Yuanchen's words, Caishu's teeth clattered with anger, and squeezed out this sentence from his throat.

"Bai Yuanchen! You and I have no grudges and grudges. You are also responsible for your destruction of your magic weapon. If you want to kill Caishu and the others before I die, don't even think about it!"

A strong anger and indomitableness permeated Luo Bei's entire body.

Suddenly, Luo Bei felt that Sanqianfutu, who was tightly wrapped, was shocked suddenly.

"What's going on?" Bai Yuanchen, who was already sure to win and was about to cast a spell to kill someone first, suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and suddenly there seemed to be an infinite force that pulled his black whip and wanted to shake him out.

"It's the power in the Three Thousand Buddha Swords!"

At the same time, Luo Bei suddenly felt that the great power contained in the Three Thousand Pagodas seemed to feel his strong anger and indomitableness, and it was completely integrated with his remaining true energy on the sword.

At this moment, Luo Bei felt that what he controlled was not a flying sword, but a dragon! A furious crazy dragon!

"Bang!" With a sound, the black whip that had strangled Sanqianfutu stretched straight, and the black light on it was shaken away. Sanqianfututu just pulled it down, not only did the true energy on the black whip be shaken away directly, but even Bai Yuanchen was shaken by the power rushing from the sword and the breath was scattered.

How is that possible! He has just reached the sword control realm, how can there be such power on the flying sword?

Bai Yuanchen's pupils unconsciously contracted, and in his sight, a startling black light emitted from the Sanqiufutu, sweeping towards him.

A blazing green light exploded in front of Bai Yuanchen. At this moment, Bai Yuanchen used his strongest defensive magic to lock the immortal screen, but the black sword light poured over and the green light could not be blocked at all, so he cut it open directly!

This sword is simply devastating and invincible!

With a "puff", Bai Yuanchen's stern scream was just as he remembered that his body was directly split by the sword light that was slashed from above, and blood was splattered everywhere.

There were unbelievable expressions in the eyes on both sides of his body. Obviously, until this moment, Bai Yuanchen did not believe that he had been killed by Luo Bei, a junior of Shushan who had just reached the sword control realm.

With one sword, Luo Bei's strong anger and indomitableness also dissipated most of the strong power in the Three Thousand Pagodas and the great power from his true energy suddenly broke away. It was as if a giant dragon he controlled had escaped from his strong reins. Luo Bei was staggered forward a few steps by the force.

"How could Sanqianfutu suddenly burst out with such power?!"

Caishu, Lin Hang and Xuan Wuqi were stunned and full of unbelievable thoughts when they saw Bai Yuanchen, whose cultivation was many times higher than that of them.

But at this moment, the changes have happened!

"Qu Daozi, you old ghost, your disciple was killed by the juniors of Shushan. It would make people laugh to death if they talked about it! These three thousand pagodas are indeed mysterious! For your sake, I will let you, the seniors and sisters live a life!"

A tornado-like hurricane suddenly rolled up flat, rolling Bai Yuanchen's corpse and Luo Bei in it. Luo Bei felt that his body was wrapped in a violent gust. When his body was shaken, the true energy on the Sanqianfutu seemed to be shaken away and lost its connection with the Sanqianfututu. Suddenly seeing this change, Caishu, Lin Hang and Xuan Wuqi were both shocked and shocked. They seemed to have a faint figure in the hurricane, except for Bai Yuanchen's corpse and Luo Bei, and they all released their flying swords to slash. But with a sound, a purple light flashed, and the three flying swords seemed to cut a very hard, pure gold and steel thing. Not only could they not be cut in, but even the true energy of the sword-controlled swords were suddenly shaken away, and the three flying swords fell far away to the ground.

"Who is this person? His cultivation seems to be higher than Senior Brother Minghao and the others!"

In just a few breaths, the tornado hurricane that gushed out of the ground had already swept Bai Yuanchen's body and Luo Bei disappeared into the vast night sky.

In the dizzying hurricane, Luo Bei's entire body was rotating constantly. The violent gust not only made his face and hands and feet feel as painful as a knife, but also made him unable to breathe.

Luo Bei had not yet cultivated his inner breath and could not breathe, and the true energy in his body would not be able to operate properly and could not be used to sense the Three Thousand Buddhas.

Although he had reached the fifth level of practice of the Sutra of Delusion and Eternal Life with a long breath, about one stick of incense had passed, and his face turned purple, eyes were filled with stars, and his chest felt uncomfortable as if it was about to explode.

"How is it, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

With a "bang", the violent gale suddenly dissipated and he was smashed to the ground. Luo Bei was smashed to the darkness in front of him again, but he was like a person about to drown. He couldn't even feel the pain on his body, just opened his mouth and breathed violently. The air inhaled was filled with dirty and moldy breathing. Luo Bei slowly came to his senses, but found himself in a dark cave with uneven ground, with Bai Yuanchen's body being thrown aside, and more than ten feet away beside him, a young man in a black leather robe, thick and hard hair and narrow face was standing with his Sanqianfutu and looking at it carefully.

"Who are you?"

Luo Bei subconsciously wanted to use the sword-controlling method to pull his Sanqianfutu, but once the true energy rushed to his Shangyang point, he couldn't rush out, just as his body turned into a hard shell, tightly sealing all his true energy in his body.

"Oh, do you want to control the sword? I used the Yuguang sealing vein to seal your true energy. As long as your true energy is not as strong as me, you can't escape, so don't try it." The man who was hiding in the Dongting Water of Eight Hundred Miles that day squinted his eyes and smiled proudly, "As for me, I don't have a name. Your teacher probably would call me the Black Wind Ancestor."

"Are you the Black Wind Ancestor?" Luo Bei was shocked.

This Black Wind Ancestor is a famous casual cultivator in the Taoist world. He has no sect or sect, and he is not distinguished from good or evil. He has a high level of cultivation, but his actions are mysterious and he has no limits to the enemy. He likes to attack sneak attacks. He is one of the eight demonic ways passed down in the Xuanmen of the Right Dao. In Luobei's thought, this Black Wind Ancestor should be a very old Taoist, but he did not expect to be such a prime man.

"I'm afraid no one dares to pretend to be my name." Seeing Luo Bei's surprised expression, the old ancestor Heifeng smiled and continued to look upside down at the Sanqian Futu in his hand.

"You are a senior expert, why do you want to steal my flying sword?" Luo Bei looked around and saw no signs of walking around the cave. He looked at the appearance of the Black Wind Ancestor and saw his intention.

"With your cultivation level, if I don't rob your three thousand pagodas, you will be stolen by others. It will be much better if you fall into my hands than if you fall into others' hands." The ancestor Heifeng glanced at Luo Bei.

It was so logical. For a moment, Luo Bei felt a very absurd feeling in his heart. But before he could speak, the Black Wind Ancestor walked directly to Bai Yuanchen's body, searched carefully, and found a bunch of scattered things. "Well, except for the demon-avoiding pill and the dragon tendon whip just now, everything else is a third-rate product. Oh, except for the old ghost Qu Daozi, the Beimeng Sect can only be considered a third-rate product, which is normal."

After saying this to himself, the ancestor Heifeng waved and waved a strong wind, which directly blew Bai Yuanchen's body outside and went somewhere outside.

"He rolled up Bai Yuanchen's body just to scrape him and see if there is anything?"

This action of a senior expert was completely inconsistent with the actions of Luo Bei stunned again.

"By the way, how could the Purple Thunder Yuan Magnetic Cone be in your hands?" After disposing of garbage, the ancestor Heifeng suddenly thought about it and asked Luo Bei.

Seeing that the cultivation level of his and Heifeng Ancestor was too far apart to resist, Luo Bei did not hide it and said, "This was found from the people of the Ma family."

"Oh? Zixiao Dao and the Ma family are enemies of the world. The magic weapon of the old Taoist Zixuan fell into the hands of the Ma family. It seems that Zixiao Dao was really destroyed by the Ma family. But the Ma family was too unscrupulous. Back then, when the Ma family and Zixiao Dao were prosperous, it was also very powerful. Tsk tsk, a corpse god, a thirteen corpse king, now the energy of the world is transformed, and there are materials for the refining of weapons and treasures everywhere, but the Ma family can't even refine a corpse king. It's really ruinous and unattainable!"

The old ancestor Heifeng muttered a few words in his heart, but he didn't say anything. With a moving heart, a stream of true energy surged upwards to the Sanqianfutu.

The Black Wind Ancestor was rampant in the world for decades. Although he had not practiced the flying sword, he knew one or two of the flying sword techniques. This was naturally not a problem for him to communicate with the flying sword with true energy.

“Huh?”

Just now, seeing Luo Bei's sword power, he saw that Luo Bei's cultivation was not high. The Black Wind Ancestor was expected to be the power of the sword itself. However, when he vomited the true energy, he found that the sword body was empty and there was nothing special. Then he used the method of controlling the sword to extract the vitality and linger the mind, the Black Wind Ancestor actually found that the Three Thousand Futus was dead, not like a flying sword fetus with gods and spiritual energy, but like an ordinary lump of mortal iron.

"How could this be?" Old Ancestor Heifeng's eyes narrowed and looked at Luo Bei, "How did you use such a powerful sword just now? What do you feel when you usually use the flying sword?"

"It is the power contained in the sword itself, and it also has the aura of anger and indomitableness that it merges with my true energy, allowing me to cast such a sword. When I use the flying sword, that power cannot be used by me. It seems that only when I am extremely angry and unyielding in my heart, I may be able to borrow that power. That power is really powerful, and it is simply invincible..."

These three thousand Futus are the magic weapon flying sword of Shushan, and the sword body of Luobei. Of course, Luobei didn't want to tell the ancestor Heifeng. He just meditated on the sword he had just used in his heart, shook his head and said, "There is no special feeling." But when he was thinking about that sword, he realized something, and his eyes flashed slightly, and the ancestor Heifeng suddenly saw it.

"Yeah? Do you dare to lie to me with words?" The old ancestor Heifeng sneered immediately.
Chapter completed!