An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

The clam demon who turned into a middle-aged man drank with the guests for three rounds, and also called a boy to accompany him. The boy was only twelve or three years old, with black hair hanging down, embellished with pastel pearls, and his snow-white arms were in the shark's hands. It is looming under the veil, like a tender lotus root, with bright eyes and white teeth, and Yuxue is cute.Sitting on the clam demon's lap with a childish face, holding a jade pot in his hand, he poured wine for the clam demon, and said in a voice as immature as a spring: "Master Baozhu, Yan'er will pour wine for you."

The man transformed by the clam demon, with a height of seven feet and a beautiful beard comparable to a general, has such an exquisite name as Baozhu, because he is a clam in the sea, and the demon core is a rare black pearl in the world, which has been extracted for thousands of years , has the size of an adult's fist, and has countless magical features.

Lord Baozhu took the bronze cup to receive the fine wine, while teasing and molesting the child's bare feet, one hand gradually went up and inserted into the hem of the tulle dress.But the little boy's face was flushed, and he muttered, even the jug in his arms was crumbling.

The corner of Lin Fangsheng's eyes was looking at the scene of the main seat, he suppressed the raging pleasure in his body, raised his head to meet the black eyes of the demon cultivator, his lips trembled, and he hesitated to speak.Si Huajun lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his thin waist, and said with a smile: "Is it dissatisfied to look at me like this? I don't mind doing things on the spot, but under the watchful eyes of everyone in this hall..."

Lin Fangsheng didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he gripped Yaoxiu's skirt tightly with his slender fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "That child is so innocent, why do you all stand by and watch?"

When the love is strong, even the breath is not stable, and the panting is uncontrollable, but when he speaks such unsightly words, Si Huajun can't help but feel amused, and pulls out the stone spirit even more, and then suddenly pushes it away. Going in, listening to his panting, he smiled happily: "You don't have time to take care of yourself, why do you have time to take care of others?"

Lin Fangsheng gritted his teeth, stared wide-eyed, clasped Yaoxiu's wrist with his backhand, and the tide of emotion retreated completely: "I killed your concubine, and you caught me, I can't beat you, let alone escape, Forbearance left and right, and you will pay off your evil debt. Such a little boy, how can he owe a lot, should he be treated like this? You must know that the law of heaven still pities the young, and the poison of the tiger does not eat the child..."

Lin Fangsheng was still waiting to talk eloquently, but when he heard the lingering celestial music, there was a chuckle, the musicians stopped playing one after another, the dancer also stopped, bowed lightly, and kept silent.The one who made the chuckle was the boy in Baozhu's arms, shaking a pair of soft white bare feet, and a few golden bells on the ankles rang crisply.

The boy turned his bright eyes and fell on Lin Fangsheng's face, and said with a crisp smile: "This brother, is he pleading for Yan'er?"

As soon as this remark came out, Baozhu couldn't stop laughing, all the guests present laughed together, and the laughter in the hall was suddenly reversed, shaking the night pearl to rippling.Even Si Huajun had a smile on his face and warm eyes.

Then someone said: "Young Palace Master, the way of heaven still takes pity on the young, the pair of glazed sea beast cubs presented in the next month are so innocent, I beg the Young Palace Master to show mercy and let them go."

Bao Yan'er scolded him with black and white eyes: "It's already in my stomach, if you want to let it go, go to the place of reincarnation of grains to find it."

The boy answered vulgarly, and everyone burst into laughter again.

Baozhu put down the bronze cup that he drank in one gulp, and looked at Si Huajun with a smile: "Where did you find such a wonderful person, although he is incompatible with us and other monsters, but it is rare to be so interesting, can you let me have a look?"

Si Huajun's smile deepened, and he stroked Lin Fangsheng's cheek lightly with the back of his hand: "Lord Baozhu heard it just now, this person came to pay off the debt, but he didn't borrow it." In exchange for Baozhu's regret.

Lin Fangsheng realized that he had made a joke. His handsome face was flushed and hot, and even the temperature of the stone essence in his buttocks was not as warm. He was ashamed and embarrassed, but he looked at the boy with some doubts. Si Huajun kindly explained: "This is a precious pearl." The adopted son, named Baoyaner, is a hundred-year-old jellyfish, and should be more than three hundred years old this year."

Bao Yan'er also looked at him with a smile, and said: "The disciples of Wan Jian Sect are really good in appearance and good in interior, and they are good disciples of Helian Wancheng Sect."

Lin Fangsheng was about to ask "how did you know that?" when something happened suddenly, Baozhu suddenly yelled and spit out a stream of black blood. At this moment, thousands of night pearls in the hall exploded into powder together, "boom bang bang" The sound filled his ears, and Lin Fangsheng wanted to use his skills to resist, but he was already held in Si Huajun's arms, and he tried his best to resist the force of the explosion and the poisonous dust that followed.

The main hall is full of gray dust, eyesight is difficult to see, and even the consciousness is blocked. In the hazy vision, you can hear screams and shouts, and the sound of fighting is getting bigger and bigger.Si Huajun didn't want to get involved, picked Lin Fangsheng up in his arms, and wanted to evacuate towards the outside of the hall, then returned with a body, and laughed in a low voice: "Who is so generous with the spirit-killing banner and the sword god spear?"

Lin Fangsheng was also moved when he heard about it.

The spirit-killing flag is a treasure of the immortal family. When the flag is blown out of the sand, it can trap the demon to death. The wonderful thing is that the spirit-killing banner is designed to kill the body of the demon, and it is harmless to all living beings except the demon.This treasure has been lost for a long time, but it was unexpected to show up here.

But Lin Fangsheng had seen and touched the Sword God Spear with his own eyes.

The Sword God Spear was originally used by Fengying Sword Immortal tens of thousands of years ago.A sword cultivator cultivates a sword, but one method is mastered, and ten thousand methods are mastered. Fengying Sword Immortal knows the way of controlling a sword well, so he refined his natal sword into a spear for the second time. The spear was transformed into a spear for future generations, and the name of the Sword God was left behind, so this spear was also named Sword God Spear.

This spear is a treasure of the fairy family, powerful and terrifying to all ghosts and gods, even these majestic overlords of the seven seas dare not show off its sharpness, and once the sword field is activated, it is an excellent defensive tool with both offensive and defensive capabilities.At this moment, it is obviously being used in the opposite direction, using the sword field to trap all the monsters in the Pearl Palace.

Naturally, it is the handwriting of Helian Wancheng, the current owner of Sword God Spear.

If the master came in person, the senior brother must be nearby, so it would not be difficult to escape.

Lin Fangsheng suppressed his inner excitement, obeyed Ren Sihuajun and put him down, quietly reached into his robe, pulled out the stone essence, and threw it on the ground in disgust, he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Huajun was releasing flames to burn up all the Mie Ling dust, and he didn't pay attention to the movement around him.Although he was born from the sea, he inherited the blood of a real dragon. His temperament is extremely violent, and his attribute is also the fire of a red dragon. Therefore, the flames he ignited burned quickly, like several fire dragons roaring and devouring, killing a few in the dusty gray sand The Qingming channel was immediately filled with more sand and dust, which was swallowed by several burns, and the dust around the two of them became thinner.

I saw Bao Yaner chanting and smiling, holding a black pearl the size of an adult's fist in both hands, still smiling innocently and sweetly, coming through the sand and dust.

"Lord Si Hua is such a powerful real dragon fire. Even this monster's nemesis can burn away [-] to [-] percent. It would be a pity if it fell here." Bao Yan'er smiled brightly, her eyes were black and white, but her bare feet and gauze The blood stains on the clothes made this cute boy of twelve or thirteen feel a little strange.

Si Huajun only felt that the spirit-killing sand and dust adhered to his body, covering it layer by layer, corroding the spiritual energy and flesh. dust.At this moment, while doing something, he turned his attention to Bao Yaner: "Why are you not afraid of the Mieling Banner?"

Bao Yan'er grinned her bright red lips, smiled cutely, and tilted her head slightly: "Bao Yan'er is afraid of killing the spirit banner, but I am not."

Si Huajun's face turned cold, and he half-closed his eyes: "It turned out to be Moxiu."

Raising his hand, a fire dragon roared and killed, Lin Fangsheng was too late to stop him, but he saw that the fire dragon was blocked by a domineering and cold sword intent, shrunk into a ball, and exploded, smashing the white jade floor tiles and the palace ceiling. Cracks like spider webs exploded.

The green and white smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the lonely and noble figure of Helian Wancheng. The sword and spear were unattractive, as dull as all iron, and the body and tip of the gun were all plain white, with neither runes nor pearls. , so simple that it is almost crude.

But there is an endless sword intent, spreading from the gun like a sea tide, and the chilling intent, even Si Huajun, who is five feet away, has noticed it, the corners of his mouth are raised, and his eyes are happy: "A good gun, a sword and a sharp gun, well-deserved reputation , I will accept it today.”

Then, with a movement of his figure, he has transformed into a dragon, with red scales and red claws, like a gem carving, the brilliance is bright, and it is so hard that even the dust of Mie Ling is rebounded, and the red horn on the top of the red dragon's head is so red that it seems to be burning fiercely, and there is a deafening sound Long Yin, the red tail swept across the dust and mist without distinguishing between enemy and friend, and rushed towards Helian Wancheng.

Helian Wancheng's expression was as usual, and he raised the sword and spear casually, and saw the shadows of the spears all over the sky, impeccable, and said: "Palace Master Sihua, my apprentice has been bothering you for a long time, now I will return."

The voice is also cold and unpopular.

Si Huajun smiled, and the rumble shook the roof inlaid with pearls and gemstones like rain: "Then let me see how you are."

Then the dragon's mouth opened wide, and a waterfall of fire rushed out, burning all the pearls, jades and jadeites in the hall and deforming them. Two demon cultivators were bumped into the flames during the fight, and half of their bodies were burned into coke. He cried out a few times, and died of exasperation.

Helian Wancheng swept the spear in his hand, the sword intent was solid and thick, and even the floor was overturned, blocking the fire waterfall and turning back, the red flood roared again, with its head held high, condescendingly spouting more fire, Helian Wancheng The city is also different, pulling out countless silver and white spear flowers, like a lotus growing in the sky, the petals of the silver lotus are scattered, clean and unstained, blocking and melting the flame, and there is a sharp sword intent, which emerges from between the bright petals. , lasing towards Jiaolong.The red flood dragon twisted its body to avoid it, and broke several stone pillars.

Not long after, the Huamei Hall was torn apart by this one person, scorched black like ruins.

Lin Fangsheng was overjoyed and worried at the same time, he found a few weapons on the ground and wanted to help his master, but suddenly he heard someone calling from behind: "Junior brother!"

Then the wrist was held.

Lin Fangsheng was full of surprises, and the senior brother really came!

Turning around, he saw Zheng Mo, dressed in white clothes and dusty, he was extremely haggard.

He knew why his senior came here, and for a moment he had mixed feelings, the iron ax in his hand fell to the ground, and the corners of his eyes became sour, and worried about the comfort of his master, he immediately suppressed his turbulent emotions, and said: "Brother, can you lend me 36 spirit swords?" One use?" With his current cultivation, only the Heavenly Gang Earth Fiend Sword Formation can stop the Red Dragon one or two.

But Zheng Mo pulled his wrist and walked quickly outside the hall: "Junior Brother, hurry up."