Chapter 78 The Sword Spirit Appears Again

Everyone saw the face of Luo beast, and then looked in the direction of launching the golden needle. They saw Dugu picking flowers carrying a broken gua hammer and a golden lotus flower, facing the opposite Luo beast.

"You." Luo beast pointed to the right finger of Dugu picking flowers with golden needles, and his pale face just regained a little blood color at this time.

"What's going on?" Jian Xiao looked at the sword clan doubtfully.

"The poison of corrosion, a poison specially used to deal with true qi, will be paralyzed when people are hit. I forgot that the boy who picks flowers has this good thing.

After listening to the words of the sword clan, Jian Xiao's eyes turned to the field. Sure enough, Luo Beast's left hand had been hanging there weakly, and only pointed to Dugu picking flowers with his right hand. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Miaoyu stepped back a few steps like lightning, threw the crossbow machine in his hand to the ground, palmed his hands, and looked at the beast alertly. At the same time, he is also preparing to save Dugu and pick flowers at any time.

The fierce battle group fell into a brief calm again at this time. Xiao Yu lay quietly on the ground, and the ecstatic dream words finally disappeared.

Luo Beast wiped his saliva, looked at Xiao Yu on the ground with a yin face, and then looked fiercely at Dugu Caihua. With a turn of his right hand, Luo Beast finally broke the silence: "Kid, hold the beauty around you to me."

The sword clan secretly screamed badly. As expected by the sword clan, after hearing the call of the Luo beast, Dugu Caihua seemed to have lost his soul. He stiffly picked up Xiao Yu on the ground and walked to the Luo beast.

"What should I do?" Looking at the walking corpse-like action of Dugu picking flowers, Jianxiao was entangled. If Xiao Qin's daughter was taken away like this, she would not have seen Xiao Qin, a good friend, in her life.

At this time, the swordsman also became a little anxious. Seeing that Dugu was picking flowers and was about to walk in front of the Luo beast, saying that sooner or later, Fang Miaoyu's sleeves and robe cooed and patted Luo beast at the same time.

Luo beast's right hand poked out. Unexpectedly, the abominable air became restless again. There was no need to think about it and know what was going on. Luo beast punched Fang Miaoyu with his backhand, and the real Tianlang fist pounced at Fang Miaoyu fiercely.

"Dare to touch my young lady." Fang Miaoyu stepped on the ground and fell straight into the soil. Fang Miaoyu's palms were sent out at the same time. The true qi overflowed from his palms. The oncoming Sirius directly hit the Zhenqi that had not been fully spread out by Fang Miaoyu's office. With a "peng", the two true qi collided, and Fang Miaoyu was forced back two steps away from the soil. .

A stream of blood spewed out of Fang Miaoyu's mouth, and the blood line under the demon moon looked extremely horrible. Under the true pressure of Luo Beast, even Fang Miaoyu's hair was scattered and turned into long shawl hair. At this time, the sword clan and Jian Xiao were speechless in their hearts for a while. At this time, the Luo beast was obviously very powerful, and it was no different from the ants waiting in front of him.

Luo Beast took a few more steps forward, and the rise of the corners of his mouth under the shadow made people feel extremely gloomy: "Do you still want to stop me from touching your young lady?"

Fang Miaoyu raised her hand and wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth: "Even if you fight to death, I won't allow you to touch my young lady."

The swordsman sighed secretly in his heart: "This stupid 13, alas,,, if it were the people on the earth, I'm afraid they would have left the so-called young lady and run away."

"Then you will die." When Luo Beast said the last word "death", he punched Fang Miaoyu directly on the chest. What condensed the true spirit was not Sirius but a golden tiger, which was strong and powerful.

Jian Xiao and others seemed to have entered a petrochemical state at this time, stiffening there. It is unimaginable that Fang Miaoyu will definitely die and live less if this punch continues. Fang Miaoyu seemed to have this awareness. She slowly closed her eyes and read words at the same time.

The cold energy swept over, and an ice storm directly hit Fang Miaoyu's golden tiger fist. With a sound of Peng, Luo beast couldn't imagine his true qi falling down like a broken kite. Eventually dissipated into the invisible.

"Are you?" Luo Beast held his left shoulder with his right hand and looked at the front in disbelief. A white fog floated in the air and never condensed. The swordsman half knelt on the ground with his sword. Unable to completely fall down and keep gasping.

All the people, including Fang Miaoyu, looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. Even the sword flute, who had been lying beside the sword clan, only saw that the sword clan suddenly rushed out like eating Hercules pills. The cold blade crossed a streamer in front of his eyes, and then the golden tiger condensed by the Luo beast was extremely cold. The true spirit was broken. At this time, there was a sigh in the white fog: "The strength has faded a lot."

"Who the hell are you?" Luo Beast's right hand never left his left hand, and he stepped back a few steps, and the fear in his tone was obvious.

"You and I don't know each other, so there is no need to know each other." Extremely murderous words continued from the white fog: "If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately. Otherwise,,,,,,,," half of the words coming out of the white fog, a strong true air overflowed from the white fog, and the murderous words were really frightening.

The beast covered the falling left hand and moved back a few steps. The fear on his face is even more shocking. The sword clan, who supported the ground with a sword, looked at everything in front of him in horror and was as shocked as anyone: "Why is this old man suddenly so strong?" When I came out more than 20 days ago, it was just the beginning of the tenth floor of Shuntian Realm. Looking at the current situation, it is very awesome. It can be compared with the previous Luo beast.

The swords can feel the momentum of casting swords, but why can't Luo beasts feel it? His heart suddenly jumped, and Luo beast was already timid at this time. He tried his best to stabilize his heartbeat, and Luo Beast bowed his hand: "Thank you, seniors for reminding me." After saying that, Luo Shou retreated. Step by step, at the same time, his eyes also turned around, swallowed his throat with a mouthful of saliva, and stared at Xiao Yu on the ground.

"Leave the mysterious soul to chase the jade." There was a shout from the white fog.

There was a burst of blood in the heart of Luo Beast. Don't be caught by me in the future. I must kill you. Although Luo Beast's mind was about to die, his right hand did pull out a fragment from his left wrist and threw it casually. In the darkness, a meteor shot into the white fog. At the same time, Luo beast quickly retreated, and his feet were as fast as the wind wheel, and he was already hidden in the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The white fog in the night sky catches the fast-flying black fragments, and the white fog is obviously forced to take a step back by the fragment. By the time he was about to chase, there was no trace of the beast.

"I didn't expect this one to be so fast." Jian Xiao struggled for a moment, sat on the ground and sighed.

As soon as the sword clan saw that Luo beast had run away, it immediately sat on the ground and didn't care about his clothes: "How's it going?"

"A piece of soul chasing jade." Zhu Jian Zhangping's words came from the white fog: "I guess he should have two fragments. When the fragments shot quickly just now, although the strength was a little smaller, it was still very big."

"Two Xuanhun chasing jade fragments?" Hearing this, the swordsman suddenly felt uncertain. While killing the prince's superior, he also smashed the Xuanhun chasing jade fragments on the prince's superior, and I don't know where these fragments fell. If a person can have two, his strength is already so strong. If a person has three, the world will not be in chaos, and the fake father-in-law who inferred to be a fake bald donkey lost to his superiors. At that time, the soul chasing jade on his body must be true, so why is it not applicable when dealing with himself?

When the swordsman thought of these heads, it suddenly went blank, and it felt like it had exploded. All kinds of doubts are like a honeycomb pouring into your head.

A black fragment fell in front of the swordsman: "What are you thinking about?"

The sword clan looked up and saw that the white fog had floated in front of the sword clan. The sword clan took a few deep breaths and picked up the fragments on the ground: "Why did the senior come out again this time?"

"You're going to die. I have to explain something to you. Besides, I don't want me to fall into other people's hands. My body is a worldless treasure." Zhu Jianzhang said, and the white misty gas slowly rose and soon disappeared in the endless night.

"It's so fast." Jian Xiao had just heard it clearly. At this time, he was waiting to ask the senior in the white fog. Unexpectedly, the other party left quickly. Jian Xiao sighed and stood up. Luo Beast's aura had disappeared, and the aura of Zhu Jianzhangping was even more traceless. Jian Xiao, the ninth floor of Shuntian realm, was also relieved.

The swordsman nod slightly and gave an answer. At this time, the two idiots, Zijian Wuya and Yijianchen, were lying on the stretcher and moaning there. When watching the disciples of the two schools of Broken Sword quickly wrapped the white cloth around the two teeth, the sword clan felt speechless for a moment.

"Go, go down the mountain."

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The night seems to be still very long. The swordsman and Jian Xiao walked at the front of the team. At this time, there was only a trace of true spirit in their bodies. It was not that the two were extremely stubborn, but that Jian Xiao pulled the swordsman's clothes and brought him to the front: "Nephew, to be honest, who is that hidden-level master? Why haven't I seen it in the villa?

The swordsman nodded: "This master I met on a desert island in Nanyang, named Pingzhang Jianzhu."

"Pingzhang sword casting? It seems that I have to go back to the villa to check it this time. Jian Xiao nodded after saying that. At this time, Jian Xiao would not have thought that the swordsman had lied. Of course, even if the swordsman told him that it was the soul casting master Zhu Jian Zhangping a thousand years ago, I guess Jian Xiao would not have believed it. If he hadn't traveled to this alien world with a soul body, the swordsman's own previous life might not have believed it. The world will have a soul.

Jianxiao meditated on the four words of Pingzhang Jianzhu and walked down the mountain. Along the way, except for the endlessness of the purple sword and the moan of different sight dust, there was only the sound of the boy **tang swallowing saliva.