Big waves wash the sand

The barbarians sent off the little curly hair respectfully, and waited quietly for the king's order.

They sat together, did not meditate, did not practice Qi, but prayed to an illusory idol, unrealistically imagining punching Tianyan Lord and kicking Shengxianmen.

Sitting in the corner was a man in a black robe, wearing a wide hood, his face could not be seen clearly.The barbarian monks don't know whether it is to show their differences, or because they are not visible to others, they always like to wear long robes with long sleeves and small white caps to hide themselves from the light.

That man stood out among a group of white radishes, but no one cared about him. They were busy asking the true god to bless them to capture Daluo Tiandu as soon as possible.

It was at this moment that the man moved.

His body has a golden light that is completely different from the barbarians, even more dazzling than gold. If you look carefully, you can find traces of purple in the golden light.

He grabbed a person casually, and pierced his abdomen with one hand. Before the person could utter a scream, the man had already disemboweled him, and pulled out a golden pill that was covered in blood and flesh.

The golden core's light illuminated the entire camp, brighter than that of any barbarian.

At the same time, a sword stabbed down from the top of the tent.

Su Yi used the second sword "Ling Yun" among Tian Yan's nine swords, and turned the entire tent upside down: "Let me see who is not good-looking and offended the seniors of this faction?"

Su Yi kicked away the enshrined god statue on the table, leaned half-sit on it, and threw the sword on the table: "Want to see Lord Tianyan? First ask about the sword in Young Master's hand."

Su Yi didn't have alchemy, and was even just a little monk at the Qi Refining Realm, who had just consecrated it.But she is not afraid of these "golden core powers" at all. Apart from the fact that she is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, there is another point that these "golden core powers" are not pure.

Practice is divided into two paths.

One is the Way of Outer Alchemy, headed by Shengxianmen; the other is Way of Inner Alchemy, respected by the Nine Schools.Su Yi, as the direct descendant of Tianyan Sect, naturally followed the inner alchemy.

Of course, this does not mean that Wai Dan is naturally bad.

It's the barbarians who take the golden elixir as a panacea, thinking that everything will be fine if they eat it, but they don't know that the golden elixir is not integrated with themselves at all!

The wind blew the tent door, Xiao Tu and Lin Qi walked in side by side.

The people outside have been cleaned up.

They didn't even unseal Niwan Palace.

The body is a mortal body, and the sword is a mortal sword.

Lin Qi looked into the corner subconsciously, but the man in the black robe had long since disappeared.

The bloody golden elixir was placed on the table without taking it away.

Lin Qi said to Xiao Tu in a low voice: "Be careful, there are genuine products."

Xiao Tu nodded, walked to Su Yi's side, and asked straight to the point with his tone that would never turn a corner: "The outer alchemy doesn't leave the gate, who gave you the golden alchemy?"

Lin Qi picked up the bloody golden pill and smelled it.

Suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, he suddenly turned his head, only to see the empty tent wall.

"get out."

Fang Yu pierced the barbarian's abdomen with a sword, and only heard something shattered. The barbarian looked at him in disbelief, as if he didn't understand why he was defeated by a kid who didn't form a pill.

Fang Yu pulled out his long sword expressionlessly, and a golden pill was pierced on the tip of the sword, which was full of bruises.

He shook it lightly, and the golden core turned into powder.

Yanqing looked at the fallen barbarian and said, "I thought you wouldn't kill people."

Fang Yu: "The word for sword is a knife."

Yanqing looked at him and wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end.

He looked down at his Yanbei Knife, as if for a moment, he felt that he had failed the knife and his father's expectations.

Where the North Sword is, the South Sword does not need to be unsheathed.

He didn't do it.

He wanted to tell him, "If you don't want to kill people, you don't have to worry about it", "What the South Sword is aiming at, what the North Sword is aiming at".

He didn't say any of this.

Because he knew that he couldn't do it now.

Fang Yu is a member of the immortal way, and what he encounters in the future will probably be disputes among immortal families, so he can't help.

For the first time, he clearly realized that Bei Dao was not omnipotent.

The [-] troops are still attacking swiftly.

Although Feng Kuan has no cultivation, but the hundred years of practice is not fake, he ate a pill of returning Yuan, temporarily stabilizing his declining mortal body, he wants to fight the barbarians forever.

Yannan asked, "Where did the barbarians get the golden elixir?"

Feng Kuan stroked the flying sword: "I don't know. No matter if they made it themselves or smuggled it from the Tianshun Dynasty, they can't be let in. Did Tianyan find it?"

Yannan: "No."

Feng Kuan took a deep breath and looked down at the city with a serious expression.

He set up a formation on the city, and the barbarians couldn't attack for a while.But this is not a long-term solution. After all, he is different now.

Seeing that the barbarians used human flesh as a ladder, there was nothing he could do.

There are only a few people in the city, not even a fraction of a barbarian.

The destruction of the city is only a matter of time.

He leaned against the wall, and his body began to age rapidly. At first, he only had a lot of hair, but now his whole body is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This 200-year-old body has finally come to its twilight.

Yannan was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Kuan shook his head, leaning on his sword and drawing runes on the ground.

All his life for the rest of his life flowed into the sword through his hands, and then melted into the strokes of Beidao City through the tip of the sword.

He could have been a mortal, from birth to death.

When he has nothing to do, he can forge iron, practice swords, and like many mortals, run around for his family.

He wasn't afraid to be a mortal.

But at this time, he regretted becoming a mortal.

His barren life cannot defend the city.

The rune ravines were vertical and horizontal, and every stroke exhausted all his strength, Yannan grabbed his sword, trying to stop him.

Feng Kuan's formation has been completed.

As long as he is still alive, the array will not be broken.

It's just that his life is not enough to burn.

Feng Kuan stood up tremblingly, his originally upright body became hunched, and his old face was completely different from before. The life of a mortal was only accomplished for a moment on him.

The hundred-year-old blue silk becomes brilliant hair, success is also immortal, and failure is also immortal.

"Yannan."

His hoarse voice sounded, Yannan pursed his lips and lowered his eyes slightly.

Feng Kuan pulled him into his arms, Yannan was visibly stiff, but soon relaxed, Feng Kuan said: "I forgot to say, you have grown up."

When you grow up, you can't be willful.

Yan Nan bit her lip, her nose suddenly rushed, burning her eyes.

The formation was getting darker and darker, Feng Kuan's hand holding him gradually slipped down, Yannan put him at the foot of the wall, held his hand, and said softly: "Beidao is not dead, nor will he be."

The formation is broken.

The barbarian rushed forward.

Ming Hong's knife clanked and whimpered.

Only when he draws blood, he can't stop laughing wildly.