Legend of the Cultivation God

"Yes, the complaints are getting more and more!" Lan Yu replied without hesitation. "In addition, even my disciples of Quanshan Mountain have some doubts! After all... there are thousands of disciples who are not seen!"

"What do they say? What are the rumors?"

"I am waiting for the disciples of the springs and the mountains are not comparable to the Taoist monks! The generals of the generals are strict, they are just doubts, and they dare not talk too much!"

Tu Hong’s eyes flashed with gratitude and nodded: “Fortunately, these disciples are not responsible for the cultivation of the old man for many years!”

Can be followed by some regrets, whispered: "Unfortunately... the enemy is currently, the old man is also difficult to support, afraid to live up to them..."

"The generals can rest assured," Lan Lan said. "I don't think it is an ordinary disciple of Quanji Mountain. Even if it is a small old man, since he followed the general, he has had a life with the spring. Always looking for the determination of the generals!"

"Oh, since you can die together, you will be able to live together!" Tu Hong raised his hand and smiled. "In fact, the situation is not as terrible..."

"A dozen swordsman swordsmen!" Blue eyes flashed a trace of despair, this flashing look has long been seen in the eyes of Tu Hong, but he did not explain, only laughed, "Blue brother You can rest assured! Since Tu Mou dares to say this, I will definitely have the chance to survive when I wait for the Quanji Mountain disciple!"

But Lan Lan is dubious. He knows that thousands of Quanjishan disciples are hidden by Tu Hong, but...there are many more disciples, and...may not be the opponents of a dozen or so late Jindan monks. !

Thinking of this, there is a flash of light in the blue eyes.

"Okay!" Just at this time. Tu Hong’s eyes were miniature, his teeth were biting, and he slowly stood up and told him, “Blue Brother, Jian Xiu is already close to the defensive circle of Quanquan Mountain. Life and death are here. You inform the disciples and immediately meet the enemy! Just drag them into the Lingshi vein and their mission is completed. Can... escape by themselves!!"

"Ah?" Blue is awkward. I can wait for a moment and hesitate, "What about the monks of the Tao?"

"They??" Tu Hong laughed and put his hand on the road. "Life and death are rich and rich in the sky!"

"Yes. Under the umbrella!" His eyes swept over the light curtain and turned and hurried away.

And above the light curtain, a deep black line has touched the blood-red lines.

Above the ground. Yuan Qing looked coldly at the black hole, and the spiritual fluctuations in the black hole became more and more intense! Suddenly, Yuan Qing’s brows picked up and flashed a smile in his eyes. He said: “The disciples are ready to attack, and the tormented monks can’t help it anymore! Hahaha!”

Listening to Yuan Qing’s voice, all the swords and disciples are spiritual, and each of them urges the flying swords to stand up!

The poultry repairers above the high altitudes also flew down, all over the spring of the spring, seemingly preparing to attack the monks of Quanji Mountain, and it seems to be preventing the disciples of Quanji Mountain from fleeing.

Sure enough, the voice of Yuan Qing has just fallen, the brilliance of the land is flashing, and the monks of Quanyu Mountain are flashing from the brilliance. The instruments and magic weapons in the hands are the same as before. go with.

However, this monk is obviously different from the previous one, not only the number of people is several times, but the grade of the monk is also a lot higher!

"Ha ha! The monks are still dying to struggle!" Yuan Qing laughed, but not up, his goal is Tu Hong, and many swordsmen have made great progress in these days of fighting, no matter Whether it is cooperation or killing, Yuan Qing and other team swordsmen are extremely satisfied!

He Fangyuan is a little tired in his heart. There are only three Taiqing disciples around him! When he was a Qing disciple, he was eleven disciples when he came out from the Sky City. When he was attacked by the beast, he had already lost four disciples. Only seven disciples were left. When he met the poultry repair, he also had a disciple. Escaped and destroyed by poultry! Only six disciples came to Quanshan Mountain.

In the previous few days of killing, although he has been extremely careful, there are still two disciples in the early days of the foundation to be killed by the sword repair!

"Where did Xiao Hua go?" At this time, He Fangyuan involuntarily thought of Xiao Hua, who was retreating from poultry repair. "If this fierce person is next to him, Hemou will definitely not fall!"

However, He Fangyuan has already released the gods, and like the previous ones, there is no such thing as a royal disciple on the battlefield!

"Maybe...have they...has escaped from the battlefield? Or is there any other arrangement?" He Fangyuan only had such a trace of doubts, and then he couldn’t think about other things. The blue ring in his hand would fly out and A smoke-like one is the one that hits his own flying sword! It was only slightly blocked, and the smoke-like flying sword wrapped the ring all at once, and then divided the dust into several flying swords and rushed out!

The source of "disease" does not seem to panic, the law is inciting, the cyan ring gives birth to a strong suction, and when it is on the way, it will **** the smoke into the ring and turn it into a flying sword that is more than one foot long. The other few fly. The sword is sucked back and back!

It’s just that the flying sword has just been restored. The upper layer of the blue sword flashes suddenly, and a force that is enough to match the ring suction is born. The “嗡嗡” is the sound, the flying sword rotates like a sharp cone. Generally gone out!

It is like a long arrow full of bows, a few feet down the ring!

"Silk!" He Fangyuan took a breath of cold, the body's mana was like a flood of flooding, pouring into the ring, the ring is also Guanghua Dasheng, trying to bind the flying sword!

However, just in the place where the number is not far away, a petite figure, but with a disdainful female swordsman in his face, dressed in a sword, his hands twitching his sword, his mouth slightly shivering, and his mouth screamed: "broken!"

As the female monk's swordsmanship circulated, a giant force was uploaded from the flying sword. The sound of the smashing of the scorpion, the flying sword flew out of the ring, it was like a string of arrows to the source. The eyebrows!

"Hey!" He Fangyuan was shocked, but not too flustered. He controlled the ring. As early as the ring was unable to continue, his heart was alert. Seeing the sharp sharpness of Feijian, there is no absolute. Grasp the resistance, you can only force the mana to fly, and dodge to the side!

He Fangyuan just just flashed, and there was a scream of screaming behind him. He Fangyuan’s thoughts were swept away. A chest of a younger disciple’s chest was a fist-sized blood hole. Since falling in the air, the eyes still have not closed, hate looking at He Fangyuan!

"Hey, brother, don't blame He!" He Fangyuan sighed, but at this time, an unparalleled vigilance came out of his vest, he almost did not think about it, his body was not flying, his body was violent. Falling down!