Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Feng Yangye felt the other party's flickering aura, and he didn't dare to leave his eyes... Thinking back to just now, it wasn't the murderous intent that could be exposed by the immortal cultivator of the golden core stage, he was a monk who was infinitely close to the realm of the mysterious mirror After the moment just now, I can still feel the coolness behind him... and he knows this person, and his cultivation is indeed only at the early stage of Jindan, and it is impossible to break through to the level of Xuanjing in a short period of time.

"Golden elixir..." The elder of Qingyang Tianshuizong twisted his neck strangely, his voice was stagnant and awkward, and his usually upright face was distorted and gloomy.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Yue said he wanted the Golden Pill?" Feng Yangye looked at the other party's strange look, considering that his apprentice hadn't gone far, he tried his best to run away without turning his head.

"I want...hehehe..." The other party's exposed teeth were glowing in the moonlight: "I want...the golden pill in your stomach...give me...the sacrificial sword! "

The opponent suddenly shouted sharply, Feng Yangye frowned unconsciously, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the lunatic rushing towards him with a long sword. His magic weapon is right... almost without thinking, he heard the sound of the blade shattering, Feng Yangye immediately retracted the long sword that was about to shatter. After a few steps, Xianxiu was pushed aside.

That sword was so powerful...Feng Yangye felt that after one move, his chest felt oppressed, and the pain in the back of his neck was also stronger than when he came here. He almost didn't think about it, and immediately chose to go out of the city Edgeworth escapes.

The cultivator controlled by the ancient weapon reacted slowly to catch up. Feng Yangye took out a elixir and crushed it in his mouth, forcefully filling up the consumed spiritual power in the dantian, but found that the other party's reaction was slow, but Yujian's It's surprisingly fast.

Before he could get out of the city, the ice-blue long sword hit the back of his heart again, Feng Yangye barely moved his body away, and when he fell to the ground, he felt a burst of warmth behind his back, and the dark red blood was torn and rolled up from the back with the sword energy Terrible gushes out of the wound, quickly staining the white clothes red.

The mad Xianxiu fell in front of him, the ice blue long sword in his hand was stained with blood, but not a drop flowed down, all was sucked into the sword.

Feng Yangye wanted to leave, but found that pairs of glowing monster eyes slowly appeared in the gloomy darkness around him, and he was already surrounded.

The elder of Tianshui Sect walked towards him again, this time he walked unhurriedly, as if he already felt that the golden pill in Feng Yangye's belly was in his pocket.

"Golden core... sacrificial sword..." Xianxiu, who lost his mind, grinned as he got closer and closer, exuding a terrifying murderous intent.

Feng Yangye took two steps back, felt something under his feet, there was a faint wave of spiritual power, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and saw the complex patterns glowing with luster... It was a black scabbard, alone It fell to the ground, and beside it was the blood stain left by him when he stepped on it.

If he hadn't felt a wave of spiritual power when he stepped on it just now, he wouldn't even have paid attention to it. Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly saw that the blood stains he left were sucked into the black lines of the scabbard, It hurt suddenly, and the sword wound seemed to be slightly torn again... The scabbard sucked more blood from him, and trembled slightly.

"Eh..." The monk on the opposite side suddenly groaned, his eyes regained a trace of consciousness, and he looked at Feng Yangye in pain: "Shangxian... save... save me... uh... ..."

There was a flash of light on the long sword, and the monk's neck was twisted to an inhumanly weird level. Feng Yangye glanced at him, and then he understood immediately. He opened his palm and picked up the black scabbard before fitting it on. The wound was torn open a lot... He gritted his teeth and did not throw away the scabbard. A moment later, he heard the monk screaming, and many bloody mouths burst out on his body, and the blood poured into the long sword in his hand.

The sword and its scabbard were sucking human blood, and resisted faintly. Seeing the opponent's rapidly thin and shriveled figure, Feng Yangye took a breath of cold air, feeling that the scabbard in his hand was also absorbing his blood faster. ...

In desperation, he gritted his teeth and activated the formation behind him. The white clothes on his body seemed to be floated by the wind. A golden light shone from the back of his spine, and a scent of medicine overflowed. They stared at him blankly, swallowing as if stunned.

The blood with the fragrance of medicine poured into the veins, and a dark blue light burst out from the scabbard. The ice blue long sword hummed in fear, and the elder of Tianshui Sect was sucked into a human being by the panic of the long sword. .

The ice-blue long sword was entangled by tentacles, and after struggling for nearly a quarter of an hour, it was pulled back into the scabbard. Feng Yangye put away the formation, his face was as pale as paper, and was about to let go, but found five His fingers seemed to be stuck to the scabbard, unable to move at all.

The surrounding monsters also surrounded him, Feng Yangye looked at the hungry and confused eyes around him, and his back felt a little numb...

Hastily taking out the damaged flying sword before he could get up, he staggered and knelt down on the ground, only a ghost image remained in front of his eyes, vaguely as if he saw a black-clothed and white-faced ghost walking towards him under the moonlight...

Shui Wufeng, who was a step late, looked at the monsters approaching by Xianxiu, his eyes flashed fiercely, a fox demon who was about to slap his mouth suddenly shrank his head, and looked at him blankly.

Nearly a hundred little demons summoned by the long sword endured intense longing and quietly watched the man in black approach Xianxiu, like hungry wolves in a pack of wolves waiting for the head wolf to eat before they dared to move. In general, hunger and thirst do not dare to cross the line.They are different from the fierce beasts and evil spirits in the Heavenly Soldiers Tomb. The demons have a clear class consciousness among the same race.

Heads followed the pace of the monsters, Shui Wufeng ignored them, went straight to Xianxiu, took him into his arms, held the long sword, and gradually exerted force in his hand, "Again If you dare to suck a drop of his blood, you will be a piece of scrap iron."

The scabbard didn't move at all, and Feng Yangye, who was already in a coma, suddenly shrank his body slightly, showing a painful expression, and the blood on his body also lost a lot.

Shui Wufeng frowned, and the distinct tendons in his long and slender hands emerged, gradually exerting pressure, and cracks gradually appeared on the scabbard... Even without the dantian, his single-handed strength would not be enough. Destroying Nine Dragons, an ancient magic weapon whose quality is only average, is probably a brittle iron wire.

"Om..." The squeezed long sword and scabbard trembled together, and Feng Yangye's hand slipped from above into Shui Wufeng's arms, but the slender hand did not intend to let go, and continued to speak Threat: "It's too late, I've changed my mind... If you deny the Lord now, you will become scrap metal."

After only holding on for a few breaths, both the scabbard and the long sword shook violently, and two strands of blue light intertwined, one deep and one shallow, ran towards Chijiri from between the two. He raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a bad tone: "I mean him."

The will of the magic weapon hesitated, and the cracks suddenly increased a lot. The blue light trembled and hurriedly got into the center of Xianxiu's eyebrows. Feng Yangye frowned slightly, Chijiri looked down at him, raised his hand gently After wiping off the dust on his face, the scent of the medicine penetrated into his nose, Shui Wufeng moved a little closer, took a slow breath, and the crowd of monsters watching swallowed their saliva in unison, He raised his head and stared at the pairs of glowing eyes in the dark night. The monsters hesitated for less than a second, then they disappeared in all directions.

After falling into a coma for two hours, Feng Yangye suddenly felt a trace of coldness, curled up and opened his eyes, and saw the still dark sky, and the hideous mummy under the moonlight not far away... His back hurt a bit, He sat up slowly and found that he was still holding the sword in his hand.

After subconsciously fearing for a while, he almost threw the sword out. Before he let go, the sword and the scabbard shook lightly. Feng Yangye resisted the impulse and collected himself. kind...

He held the ancient magical artifact that he recognized for some reason as the master, and was silent for a long time, looking at the deserted streets around him... Suddenly he raised his head and laughed, "Is it the cold soul of the condensed abyss? Is it an ancient artifact? Let you suck my blood! Have you fallen?! Let’s hang out with the master in the future! Hahahahahahaha...Little Lan Jianjian, hahaha...cough cough cough... cough cough..."

The man in black standing in the darkness in the distance saw the head of Fengshen who was in a fit, turned around and lifted his feet outside the city, and whispered a few words while walking: "...it seems to be true. What a fool...a broken sword is just laughing like this."

The coughing master's nose suddenly itched, coughed and sneezed again, the wound on his back was stretched with pain, he yelled a few times, wrinkled his face and muttered: "I'm bleeding out!" I have a cold... this year must be a Tai Sui, so unlucky..."

As soon as the cool wind blows around, Feng Yangye closed his mouth and shrunk his shoulders and sneezed again, realizing that it is safer and more comfortable to go back to the Zong, after all, there will be such a weird magic weapon here, and it will spread soon. Open, I am afraid that many sects that are farther away will also come to find him. He monopolizes the magic weapon and is seriously injured. It is best to go first.

The head of the sect thought about it before going to touch the Qiankun bag, and suddenly looked at the long sword in his hand, and the corner of his mouth provoked a villain's smug smile: "I broke five of my magic weapons... I don't have to step on them, so I can only trouble you gone."

The complacent Xianxiu stood up reluctantly, took the long sword to his chest, and tried to pour spiritual power into the magic weapon, when he heard a swoosh, his whole body was dragged into a mess by the long sword in his hand. wisp of white light...