The Most Powerful Young Man

Xuejiao Xiaobai, the ape demon, followed the blood mist demon lord, chasing Xiao Yao's direction.

After chasing, the four demons don't want to chase.

"With this blink of an eye, I don't know where we are going. Where are we going to find it?" The Blood Mist Demon simply sat on the ground, drew a piece of withered grass and bit it in his mouth, lazily looking like a rascal. The monkey demon looked surprised and amused at the side, thinking in his heart, Lord Demon was really **** off by the master.

It's not so much anger, it's not worry.

After all, Sword God Mountain was originally perilous, let alone now.

Throw a brick casually in the distance, maybe you can hit a fairy demon.

As a result, this also added a bit of murderous opportunity to the already dangerous Sword God Mountain.

And now Xiao Yao is simply a firefly in the dark.

The three tribes of fairy, demons and demons, I don't know how many want to kill them, and then carry **** heads in exchange for the rewards of the fairy clan.

"This time, I don't know if the Firebird Demon Lord will come." Ape Demon thought.

The Blood Mist Demon Lord glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "He won't come. The first floor of the Hongmeng Tree cannot be separated from him for the time being."

The monkey demon thought, nodded again, agreeing with the statement of the blood mist demon lord.

Xiao Bai looked into the distance and looked at the dense jungle. He vaguely saw a few figures flashing past, but he didn't mention a word. On the way, they also saw the fairy clan. The two sides just looked at each other without fighting.

Now, Sword God Mountain is very peaceful.

Taiping reached... before there was an immortal clan who came to ask for directions.

The Blood Mist Demon couldn't help the thought of strangling the other party to death, and pointed out the other party.

After regaining his gaze, Xiaobai managed to be in front of the Blood Mist Demon Lord.

"Aren't we looking for it now?"

"Look, why don't you find it?" said the Blood Mist Demon Lord.

Xiaobai whispered, "Don't we know where the master is now? How can we find it?"

"Try your luck!" said the blood mist demon with a smile, "look for it with my eyes closed, didn't I find you like this before?"

Xiao Baixin said where you found us with your eyes closed, it was obviously chased by those immortals all the way.

These words are just thinking about it in my heart, but I didn't say it.

Although during this period of time, everyone has gotten acquainted with each other.

But after all, the other party is a demon king, so he still has to have the respect he should have.

In the Sword God Mountain, what kind of crisis is hidden, the three clans of the fairy, demons and demons don't know much.

The previous rain was a bit scary.

Those raindrops contained a ferocious aura. When each droplet fell on the body, it exploded like a sword pill, and countless sharp blades penetrated into the body.

The fairy clan and demons who had experienced that rain, now think of it, still have lingering fears.

Fortunately, the rain has stopped now.

Mountain roads are not as muddy as imagined.

This made them wonder whether the previous rain really existed or was affected by the aura of Sword God Mountain, which created an illusion.

But the thought of the fear that arises when they are on the line of life and death makes their thinking a lot firmer.

Sword Qi is still rushing.

It's like a thousand horses.

The sword fairy in white was carrying a branch in his hand.

A section of that branch still looked a little damp, yellowish in color, difficult to break, and preserved its toughness.

It can be seen from this that it hasn’t been long since this branch was just broken down, but the sword qi that burst out from this branch was as thick as a rainbow, hidden murderous intent, this sword rushed out, and the sword qi skyrocketed. Three thousand miles.

Behind him, although the girl in the red skirt was worried, she hid these worries in her heart without saying a word.

I'm afraid that his breathing is a little heavier, it will cause the sword fairy in white clothes in front to be distracted and worried.

The sword fairy in white is not as immortal as before.

The white clothes on his body had an extra hole. Some were scratched by branches during the flight, and some, through the hole, could see the flesh and blood inside.

His hair is also loosened a bit, less heroic, but a bit more bold and courageous.

The previous sword destroyed a dense forest.

An immortal general couldn't hide, and stretched out his hand to draw an immortal soldier to block his sword energy.

That fairy soldier, flesh and blood flying across the board, the skeleton is dense.

On the contrary, those eyes that had dimmed still revealed a resentment.

Xian Jiang threw the damaged corpse into the air, and his skillful movements didn't seem to be the first time he did such a thing.

However, those fairy soldiers and generals who saw this scene didn't say much.

In their opinion, it should have been like this.

The fate of a fairy soldier, where is the fate of the last fairy general?

If they are the corpse, whether they can still retain their current ideas is not certain.

"Be sure to take down this fellow!" a fairy general who seemed to be quite young roared.

He was very angry.

A dozen corpses have been left on the ground, including his personal disciples.

Jianxian Baiyi looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Don't just know how to roar! You rushed up and kicked me, okay?"

Although the old fairy general has wrinkles and white hair like frost, these superficial things will not affect his speed in the slightest.

He shouted angrily, picked up the gun and left.

The gun is like a dragon.

The gun pattern rippled like a stone thrown into the water.

Xu Kuangge sneered and took a step forward. The wooden branch in his hand was like rooting in the palm of his hand. With the intention of "pick", a sword aura broke out of the ground, with stubbornness and desire to kill, setting off a gust of wind. Gang Feng mailed past the green leaves of the treetops, and the sound it made was not like a whistle, and did not carry fairy sounds.

Listen, it's more like the weeping of tens of thousands of ghosts on the Sword God Mountain.

The sword energy hit the spear pattern, like a feather arrow breaking through the wind, penetrating the rock with a wave of fearlessness.

As written in "He Zhang Pu shot the plug next song": Lin Ancao frightened the wind, and the general night led the bow. Pingming looked for Baiyu, but he was not in the stone ridge.

The sword energy plunged into the spear pattern, and then it remained motionless.

It's like a fat mouse can no longer get into the mouse hole.

The smile on Xu Kuangge's face gradually faded.

The immortal laughed loudly and raised the silver spear in his hand again.

He turned his head and yelled at the immortal soldiers and generals who were still standing behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Kill him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dozen immortals rushed towards Xu Kuangge.

Xu Kuangge took a step back.

"It seems that I can't protect you." He opened his mouth and said.

Did not turn around.

But the girl in the red dress knew that these words were just for herself.

The girl in the red dress pursed her lips slightly. Her gaze was unbiased, always looking at the back of the white sword sword fairy.

"Obviously it's just your body, why do you have to tell me that this is a mountain?" the girl in the red dress said suddenly.

Xu Kuangge turned his face and finally glanced at her.

His eyes were mixed with affection and unwillingness.

And...the panic hidden in the deepest place.

It turned out that the sword fairy in white would also have panic and fear things.

He was never afraid, he would fall down like a snowy mountain.

What he fears is that if he falls down, who will block the girl behind him with those swords and spears.

In the past, he always felt that the sword bearer should destroy the city and shake the mountain with three feet of spirit.

Later he wanted to understand.

It turns out that living for yourself is just chic, not capable.

The real romance is to live for a girl you like.

As long as she was still there, she would not dare to fall.

Now, the same is true!

He drew back his sword qi and swung it out again.

Sword Qi Gang wind swept like a violent wave, with a sweeping momentum to relieve one's sorrows.

Xianli sword energy, not leaving a drop, like wine in a cup, one mouthful into the throat.

happy!

The gun pattern that seemed to be as solid as a rock and difficult to destroy, but like a layer of glass, immediately disintegrated and shattered.

The spear pattern was still tossing, but instead it attacked the old fairy general.

At this equidistant distance, it is still impossible to recover peacefully. He shook his heart, stretched out his hand to block, pushed the broken spear pattern aside, and strangled two immortal soldiers.

"You bastard, kill my two immortals again, the corpses should be broken into pieces!" the old immortal general roared.

Xu Kuangge was not angry or annoyed, the branch in his hand had been broken into powder.

He stretched out his hand and put his arm around the waist of the beauty.

Then, pointing to the direction of the old fairy general, he burst out laughing.

"Painted fan, have you seen it? This immortal clan is so shameless. It is obvious that he killed the two immortal soldiers, but they want to push me on top of them."

Painting Fan also smiled and said, "The immortals he killed may not be much less than you."

"Yes." Xu Kuangge turned his face to look at the immortal races rushing towards him, his eyes were fierce and murderous, and there was more sadness and sympathy.

"This immortal clan, there is a lot of dirt and grime. Some immortals can take steamed buns and eat them with blood of the same clan, and some can kill the same clan for a stone that does not know what it is. The clan melted all these dirty things, it just couldn’t tolerate you or me..." Xu Kuangge rubbed Huashan’s handsome face, but in the past few days, there was a little more dust on it, "you said, the fairy clan is ridiculous. Not ridiculous?"

"You think it's ridiculous, just ridiculous." Painted Fan said seriously.

"I have suffered you." Xu Kuangge burst into tears, "We...seem to be really going to die."

The painting fan smiled, and put his arms around Xu Kuangge's neck.

Hid his face in his arms.

The sword fairy in white heard the girl he had been protecting, and whispered to him:

Are you scared? If I am afraid, I will hide in my arms and ignore them, okay?

The White Sword Fairy's shoulders shrugged slightly...

Suddenly, he raised his head.

Turned his face and looked at the dozen or so immortals.

Looking at the immortal clan's back again, his eyes fell.

It was a ray of sword light.

From a distance, finally came the familiar and equally imposing voice.

"Xu Kuangge! In the past you gave me a sword, today, I will give you a sword!"

"Your sword may not be able to ask the sky, my sword can break the spine of an immortal!"

"Xu Kuangge, can you still catch this sword?!"

The sword light flashed past, passing through the bodies of the three immortal soldiers, their bodies still carrying inertia, they ran forward for several steps before they slammed to the ground.

Xu Kuangge grabbed the sword, and the immortal power condensed into sword energy again, and swayed away.

He raised his head and found a man squatting on a tree nearby.

The man grinned and smiled at him.

"Ah! White Sword Fairy, are you crying?"

"..." Xu Kuangge was angry and laughed.

(The second one, this one has been written for a long time, because I want to create the atmosphere that Lao Bu wants as much as possible. Even if his pen power is limited, I am still quite satisfied after I write it...)