The Second Immortal Road

Han Ming held the jet-black magic blade in one hand, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a calm expression. He didn't seem to put the two Yuanying stage monks in front of him in his eyes. He just said faintly: I heard that Zhengdao is so jealous and hateful, and you don’t even ask which demon sect I belong to?"

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, if you dare to use such a **** method to refine monsters, you have violated the great taboo of the world of cultivation. Hand over the monsters quickly and follow me to return to the sect. Otherwise, you will inevitably be met by Shinichi. The door will be chased to death, and you may not be able to leave today!" The bald monk wearing a colorful robes said in a deep voice.

"Oh? Shinichi? This is interesting. Why is it that according to the understanding below, the two masters of Shinichi who look like you are gentle and polite, and your aggressiveness now can't match them?" Han Ming still spoke faintly, but there was a hint of coldness on his face, "As for whether you can walk away, it shouldn't be determined by two people like a walking corpse like a puppet!"

As soon as Han Ming said this, the monk's complexion changed a few moments, and he glanced at each other. They all saw the surprise in the other's eyes, but after they seemed to have made eye contact, they turned their heads again, cold. He shouted: "I don't know what you are talking about. Hand over the monsters quickly. Both of me can say good things for you in front of the Master. If your demon sect comes forward, you can still make a living!"

"Zai Xia has already seen through the faces of both of you. Is it interesting to pretend to be on it? Let's do it. Xia Xia wants to see who it is. He dared to do something to the true elders, and also disguised his appearance before his death, under the guise of Really acting in a name, so slanderous, does it mean that he wants to cause a great war in the northern realm of immortality?" Han Ming snorted. The tone was also a little colder.

A monk glanced at each other, and then carefully looked at Han Ming for a while, and then said rather weirdly: "It's really weird. After the demon evil sky corpse is refined, the Yuan Ying may not be able to see through it in the later stage. , How did you see through the beginning of Yuan Ying?"

"Guess it!" The corner of Han Ming's mouth curled slightly, revealing his mouth full of white teeth, and as he spoke, he grabbed the magic blade in his hand.

"I don't know the so-called, do you think that with great luck, you can make a copy of the dragon blade, and you can be invincible? Really undaunted, you must know that the real fear of the dragon blade is growth. , You have only refined this magic blade, where can it be stronger than ordinary magic weapons?" The monk said coldly, patted the storage bag and took out a purple-golden bowl.

Han Ming was shocked when he heard this, and he became more determined to guess the identity of the person behind a monk. The dragon blade is not an ordinary treasure. Although it is the most famous treasure of the magic way, it only appears in the legend. The specific shape and aura are very Few people know it, but the monk recognizes this monk at a glance. It can be seen that 80% of the people behind this monk are related to the ancient monsters.

And with the strength, it can kill the middle stage of the real one, and the identity of the two primordial super elders in the initial stage, some are ready to come out!

"Strong or not, the two of you will know if you try!" Han Ming smiled, and put the magic blade across his chest, his body was full of magical energy, in a posture of urging his mana to prepare for a violent attack.

"Good, good." Seeing Han Ming so confident and not paying attention to himself at all, the Taoist priest seemed to be a little angry. He shouted three times in a row, his face was completely cold, and then he tapped from the storage bag with one hand. Take out a red gold ancient sword: "This deity wants to see what you can do with the little devil in the lower realm!"

This scarlet gold ancient sword is about three feet long, and the surface is densely covered with scarlet red, spar-like patterns, interlaced together, there seems to be a stream of flames flowing inside, and the whole body emits bursts of fire attributes. breath.

As soon as this ancient sword was taken out, the surrounding temperature rose to several levels in an instant. Even through the body guard light curtain, Han Ming also felt the heat on his face. From this, we can see the heat wave visible to the naked eye outside. power.

When he saw this ancient sword, Han Ming's eyelids picked up slightly. This ancient sword was so similar to Shinichimon's Sunshine Sword, which specializes in slashing demons, and that Sunshine Sword is Skyfire. Old-fashioned personal treasure!

The right way of heaven, the magic way of the sky, the country’s crane energy, these three only great monks in the north of the earth, can be said to be famous, and their strength is far from that of the ordinary Yuan Ying period. They are also the three strongest people in the north of the earth. It's not an exaggeration, especially the old way of sky fire, there are seven strange treasures, and the Lieyang Sword is one of them, which is known as innocent and not cut!

After carefully staring at the scarlet golden ancient sword for a few times, Han Ming probably determined that this should be one of the seven treasures of the old Huo Dao that day, the Lieyang sword, but he didn't know how it got into the hands of the Taoist priest in front of him!

"Take it to death!" First, the monk in the colorful robed robes acted, and urged the purple-golden bowl to hit Han Ming head-on, and before the bowl arrived, a large purple-golden Buddha light suppressed Han Ming first.

"Suffering? I'm afraid you don't have this ability!" Han Ming sneered, holding the magic blade in both hands without fear, and lightly slashing at the sky.

The magic dragon blade was swung down, and a black pike flashed away, directly breaking through the sky full of purple golden Buddha light, and violently bombarded the purple golden bowl, suddenly bursting into a burst of breath, purple gold, dark black The light flickers constantly.

Han Ming waved his sleeve robe lightly, shaking away the surrounding Buddha's light and dark black sword light. He raised his eyes to the high sky, and saw the purple-golden bowl being hit and flying, flying horizontally back in front of the monk in colorful robes. The monk stopped with a single tap.

Han Ming frowned and looked at the magic blade in his hand, his face was a little more solemn. The power of this magic dragon blade was different from what he had expected. It was not uncommon for a knock down just now, and the power it emitted was more powerful than the ordinary Yuanying stage. The magic weapon is a little stronger, but some of it is not worthy of the truth.

"Hmph, I told you earlier, the real scary thing about the Devil Dragon Blade is its growth. It has only been refined now, and its power is naturally not very good!" The old Taoist sneered, then gently raised his hand and moved his hand. The scarlet golden ancient sword was thrown out and turned into a meteor-like flame to take Han Ming's head straight.

The Lieyang Sword is worthy of the great monk’s personal treasure, and its power is far from the previous purple-gold bowl. As soon as Fang attacked, the surrounding temperature once again went up several steps, and at the same time, it was surrounded by red-gold flames, which was half the size. The sky is burning red.

The cultivation base of the old Dao itself is the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and now it is a strange treasure that is strong and yang, and the power is unimaginable. Such a method is the original Mo Yidao.

"Even so, it doesn't matter, then you want to see what your Excellency can do to win!" Seeing this, Han Ming flipped his hand lightly, and put the black magic blade sideways in front of him, without hesitation. Wave it up.

This time Han Ming didn't urge any blade light, just simply swinging the sword, with the black and red blade of the magic dragon blade to meet the scarlet golden ancient sword that was shot over, without retreating at all, the blade faced the blade. Such as the tip of the needle to the wheat awn.

Under the sky full of scarlet golden flames, Han Ming in a black robe greeted him.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang" a series of crisp impact sounded, the red gold ancient sword and the magic blade collided together, but they retreated as soon as they touched, and pierced again in another direction.

Strangely speaking, the magic blade clearly did not have any mana fluctuations, but it repelled the Sun Sword, but it was even blocked by the surrounding red-gold flames. In the sky full of flames, a center centered on Han Ming was formed. In the'vacuum' zone, no ray of red flame can penetrate into it.

The old Dao folded his hands toward the middle, and another one on both sides, shouting "Illness", the next moment those red gold ancient swords paused in the air, and suddenly they turned into more than a hundred true and false handles. The Lieyang Sword pierced like lightning, and it was in a posture to divide Han Ming's Chaos Sword below.

"Good come!" Han Ming yelled, and lightly flicked the handle of the magic dragon blade. The next moment the magic blade oscillated with a strange frequency, making a burst of crisp dragon chants.

Swinging the knife upward again, the body of the magic dragon blade made a half-moon halo, and only heard a soft sound of "clang." No, the red-gold flame also turned into a little bit of aura and disappeared.

Then only heard a series of sounds of "buzz!", the scarlet golden ancient sword hummed with the special frequency of the vibration of the magic dragon blade, the sword body's light was indefinite, and bursts of scarlet golden smoke fell from it. After being thrown behind the sword body, it looked like a red-gold meteor tail flame.

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand to pick up the Lieyang sword, but he hadn't shot it yet, he just heard the sound of "Peng!", the scarlet-golden sword body turned into a cloud of scarlet-golden smoke, and only one of the sword hilt was drawn to the old Dao's by the spiritual light. Hands.

"How is this possible!" Holding the Lieyang sword with only the hilt left, the old Dao was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of horror, and then he shook his head on his own: "Impossible, I destroy the Lieyang sword. It's a bit laborious to drop, how could you destroy it so easily? No, it's impossible. How could the Devil Dragon Blade have this ability!"

"Impossible too much!" Han Ming's eyes lit up when he saw this. He just gave it a try. He didn't expect the stone dragon embryo material to be so anti-the sky, and then lightly touched the body of the magic dragon blade again, and the magic blade once again A special frequency trembled and buzzed like dragons.

Holding the trembling magic blade, Han Ming stood up without hesitation, rushed directly to the monk wearing a colorful robes, straddling more than ten meters in succession, and slashed with a sharp knife.

"Ill!" At this moment, where did the monk dare to neglect, he threw out the purple-gold bowl again without thinking about it, and smashed it under the cover of Han Ming, and at the same time he flew away when he moved.

"Want to leave? It's too late!" Han Ming snorted, and swiped it down without hesitation. The blade slashed at the bottom of the purple-gold bowl, and then only heard a "puff" sound, the bowl. Like the Sword of the Sun, it was infected with the special tremor frequency of the magic dragon blade~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and flew out, halfway through the flight, and couldn’t bear the special tremor. A group of purple and golden mist.

Throwing a purple-gold bowl, but it was chopped into purple mist without even getting it for a moment. The magic blade like a knife of death quickly came into the body, and the monk with colorful robes suddenly flew away.

"Illness!" At the critical juncture, the monk in the colorful robes slapped his heart, and a string of pale gold beads flew out from his neck. The 36 beads floated on top of his head, and they turned violently. Made a round shield.

He patted the blade of the sword again, and the frequency of the tremor of the sword was even more urgent. Han Ming swung it down without hesitation, and slashed directly on the shield that was turned into a Buddhist bead.

It was chopped down, without any hindrance, without a scream, and it smashed to the end with one blade force. Except for the smoke from the shield that was turned into a Buddhist bead, there was only one piece of colorful robes that had been split in half. A skeleton and a storage bag fell from mid-air.

With a slash, the Qi Cai monk was in the early stage of Yuan Ying, and the whole body was blood, and Yuan Ying had no resistance to it. When the magic blade touched his body, it was swallowed instantly. The Second World Fairy Way