Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Fan Qingmeng also saw the big stupid man banging on the door, without saying a word, the light flickered in his hand, and a long sword that seemed to be surrounded by countless butterflies and flower petals suddenly appeared in his hand.

Flower Dance!

The famous sword in the world.

The top three are Dragon Guard, Bing Po, and Hua Wu.

Wei Canglan has seen the first two before, and even experienced the sharpness of both.

Only this Huawu Sword has not really seen its power.

In an instant, he only felt the scent of birdsong and flowers around him, as if he was not on the battlefield at this moment, but on the banks of Jiangnan Lake in early spring, full of spring.

Everyone was slightly surprised when they saw this.

This is the world famous sword on the list.

Well-deserved name.

The soft sword intent emanates from the sword master's body, but it's not just a faint floral fragrance.

In this endless softness, there is an indescribable awe-inspiring.

On the body of the sword, there are strange runes engraved on it, like characters from ancient times, obscure and difficult to understand, but revealing overwhelming power.

Hua Wu has no scabbard.

A sword is an edge.

Fan Qingmeng lifted the sword, and spun out a sword flower. The red dress fluttered, and with her delicate cheeks like Internet celebrities, she looked like a popular actress in a film and television drama.

She smiled slightly at Wei Canglan, looking at her in a charming way:

"Senior Canglan, please... this suzerain is going to deal with the extremely powerful Sand Bone Clan!"

As soon as the words fell, the brocade boots on her feet rose in the breeze, and her figure was like a flying butterfly, which was out of place on this bloody battlefield.

That scheming elder saw that her young suzerain had already entered the battlefield, so she couldn't help being indifferent, so she followed closely and flew down together.

Li Jin may have been stimulated by Fan Qingmeng and Hua Wujian, so he pursed his lips tightly, snorted dissatisfiedly, and then said:

"Master, Jin'er is also going to help."

Wei Canglan nodded, and the latter kicked his feet on the ground and jumped down.

In fact, fighting and fighting have the same principle, it's just a matter of more people and fewer people.

As long as someone fires first, the rest will be easy.

Encouraged, Wang Xiaoran yelled at the disciples of the Meihu Sect:

"The Jade Phoenix Sect and the Cangxing Sect both take the lead, how can my generation stay behind?"

"The disciples of the Meihu Sect obey the order and fight against the enemy with this elder!"

The young ladies naturally cooed and flew down following Wang Xiaoran.

In a blink of an eye, only Wei Canglan remained on top of the city.

He looked slightly embarrassed.

Oh no, why are you all gone?
Go down one by one?

I'm somewhat embarrassed to leave me alone as a man.

Oh, all right.

But at present, it seems that there is no need to summon Ning Chan.

I don't know the specific strength of Fan Qingmeng.

But even with the help of her and that elder, the situation of the battle would not be reversed.

As far as the results are concerned, it's really hard to say.

Swah——

hiss--

Wei Canglan was thinking about it, when he heard another strange noise in his ear.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he walked to the edge of the city wall and looked down, only to see the shadows of swords, lights and swords below, you come and go, and various special effects are flying all over the sky, so lively.

This made Wei Canglan stunned.

Good guy, is this a large-scale fighting between monks?
how exciting.

I go.

And fireballs.

That's right, a monk is similar to a magician in an online game. It's not difficult to make a fireball with bare hands.

I remember that at the Martial Arts Conference, many monks also had fire roots, and fireballs flew all over the sky.

who is coming?

It seems to be a sand mouth in Yaowang Valley, who likes to play with fire.

Forget it, can't remember.

whoosh-

Suddenly, Wei Canglan felt a hurricane flying past his ears, which made his face turn pale with fright.

Looking back, it turned out to be colorful sword energy.

What is this, so dazzling?

Looking down again, Fan Qingmeng was waving the Huawu sword in his hand, and every time he struck a sword, there seemed to be butterflies flying around.

A few bursts of sword energy with full special effects overturned many sand-bone tribes.

However, overturned overturned, the Sandbone Tribe just fell to the ground due to the impact of the sword energy, and soon they would get up again, unable to catch Fan Qingmeng in the air, and continued to exert force towards the city gate.

It seemed that even Fan Qingmeng couldn't break through the bone armor, and it was an enchanted bone armor.

boom--

Not to be outdone, Li Jin swung his sword vigorously, and sent out several streams of wind-attributed sword energy, blowing away many Sand Bone Tribes.

However, with little success.

These animals cannot be killed in one blow, any attack is just a waste of energy.

The sisters of the Meihu Sect are also constantly casting various spells, but unfortunately the result is no different from the previous two.

The number of sand-bone tribes has not decreased, and the stone gate began to shake under the blows of hammers.

Obviously, the city gate won't last long.

"I didn't expect that the barbarians I met today are even more rough-skinned and thick-skinned."

"Since that's the case, then don't blame this suzerain for killing people."

Fan Qingmeng, who had always been soft and weak, had cold eyes at this moment, and the Huawu sword in his hand was shining with dazzling brilliance, yellow and red intertwined, with a little bit of green and blue on top.

Ah this...

Looking at it, Wei Canglan couldn't help complaining about several strange color schemes.

Qingmeng, your swordsmanship is somewhat killer.

However, the next moment, when he saw the sword energy, he directly dismissed this idea.

I saw the Huawu sword suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance under Fan Qingmeng's swing, and the sword energy rushed out, like pieces of gorgeous and colorful feathers, floating down from the air, with the edge of cutting everything.

hiss--

There was a slight vibration in the air.

The pieces of feathers seemed to be floating, but in fact they rushed away at an extremely fast speed, hitting the bone armor of the sand-bone tribe, leaving a hole in an instant.

Really useful.

Wei Canglan couldn't help but patted the stone wall beside him and exclaimed.

What kind of sword energy is this, so hanging?
Oh yes, "Phoenix Feather".

After the cultivator has learned this way of the sword, the sword energy is as gorgeous as the feathers of a phoenix, and its power cannot be underestimated. It is rumored that it can touch the ten-foot green peak of Baili Nightshade.

hiss--

There was another burst of spiritual energy fluctuations.

I saw a piece of feathered sword energy falling on the stupid big man of the sand-bone tribe who was focused on attacking the city.

Immediately, the bone armor cracked, and the feathers left a deep gash in its flesh and blood.

"Roar--"

The stupid big man was in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, he turned his head to look at Fan Qingmeng who was in mid-air, opened and closed his mouthparts twice, and said with a loud voice:
"Damn skinny horse."

“Very good, good food again.”

"I want to eat this myself, not to Master Ligu."

As he spoke, he moved his heavy steps and rushed towards Fan Qingmeng.

"Heh, with such a slow speed, are you worthy of being my enemy?"

Fan Qing dreamed that a formidable enemy was attacking, but he was not strong enough to rise to a high altitude, waving a long sword in his hand, and countless feathers were flying again.

The silly big man looks well-developed limbs and simple-minded, but in fact he is much smarter than other sand-bone tribes. Seeing the feather attack, he directly raised his arms to protect his vitals.