Chapter 105 Killing with a wooden sword

More than a dozen people in the mighty dart bureau pulled out all kinds of weapons and issued a "eight wilderness arrows", and countless lights and shadows roared and shot.

"Sing!" "Wo!" "Oh!" A white light practiced like water, condensed into a thousand feet of silver flowing into the sky, and countless silver arrows flew to Yin Xian.

Yin Xian raised his eyes and shouted, "Tie Fleur, you wait for a good time. You want to die. I'm done it all together, and there is no mercy to kill!"

More than a dozen dart bureau personnel killed all kinds of sharp weapons, gathered into a ball of light and burst out, splashing down like water.

Yin was about to be cut into a pile of mud by the falling messy blade.

When Yin Xian saw that it was not good, he gently opened his lips and recited a word in his mouth, and chanted a magic spell: "Wow! "Shush!"

"Boom!" As soon as the word came out, Yin Xian shook the mahogany sword, drew a few paths on his body, and quickly turned around a few times. The whole human figure turned into a red peony.

Suddenly, a peony flower rotated and rose, and the red light flew rapidly.

Tie Fowler shook the iron Buddha in his hand, an iron Buddha, sprinkling out thousands of rays of light.

"ji!" "Woth!" "Oh!" The light rolled into a vortex-like road and flew into the red peony flowers.

"Squeak!" Squeak!" Squeak!" The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the red peony opens its petals, sucking the light into the stamens...

The iron Buddha stimulated a wisp of Buddha's light and gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

How can the blade light emitted by the rest of the dartsmen withstand the sharp cutting of the red peony?

"Oh!" "Oh!" " "Oh!" Wherever the red peony light wave went, the sound of weapon breaking sounded one after another.

"Suff!" "Oh!" " "Oh!" A thick smoke rises in the vine space, and the pungent scorching smell hits the olfactory nerve.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Countless broken blades fell to the ground, and the surroundings were quiet and silent, which was a little scary.

Yin Xian has not used the mahogany sword to kill people. Under the attack of more than a dozen darts with strong martial arts skills, he is still afraid of his own ghost magic skills. Can he defeat the other party's joint attack? An unpredicted death in a different place, and the dead soul is in the wilderness...

Yin Xian hit a sword and turned into a red peony flower. Pieces of broken blades landed from the sky. He calmed down and looked up.

There was silence on the fighting ground, and I saw a figure there! More than a dozen dartsers disappeared into the air...

Yin Xian knew that as soon as the mahogany sword came out, the flying sword was killed, and no one could avoid a sword to die. He was ecstatic in his heart. No one in the world could beat him. From then on, he was the boss of the devil, and this hegemon's seat was his own!

However, after all, the power alone is limited. It is necessary to collect twelve disciples to refine into ghost magic skills, and then recruit soldiers and horses to teach disciples. When the time comes, I will go out of the mountain again, and then fight with Baidao figures. I have always been cruel in my life. I decided to sweep the whole martial arts and kill those righteous men and gentlemen. I'm afraid it's blood washing the world. It doesn't hesitate to do it.

Feng Motou saw the shocking scene just now. The person who came was a 50-year-old man, wearing a black windbreaker. He killed people with a sword and flew away. The smoke filled the air, and there was nothing in front of him. He couldn't stand it and was scared again, so he fainted.

Yin Xian looked at Feng Mo's dead cavity and bent down to pinch his nose.

Feng Mo nodded and then woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the air in a dotrance, as if he wanted to see something. However, his eyes looked dim and he seemed a little panicked.

"I, fly out a sword and kill the personnel of the mighty darts bureau. Why don't you get up quickly? Let's take it as a disciple first. Follow the mountain to practice magic skills!" For his magic career, Yin Xian wants to look for people of the same path, travel around the world together, and become the next generation of hegemons.

Feng Motou saw such a powerful magic skill, a mahogany sword, which could kill many darts masters in one move, and there was no blood flying. He only saw dust and fog covering the sky. After that, a burning smell filled the space, no shadow dissipated, and the bones were gone. It was really a rare and rare strange thing in the world.

Feng Motou heard that this 50-year-old man wanted to take himself as a disciple. He was overjoyed. This is a God-given opportunity. It's time to stand out. The strong world is no longer far away. He turned over and lay on Yin Xian's feet. He knelt down on his knees and kowtowed and said, "Master, the disciple kowtows to the old man!" The great kindness of saving life will never be repaid. If there is a life in the next life, I will repay it.

Yin Xian picked up Feng Motou. He comforted him and said, "Feng Motou, you have a good name! A head is as big as a fence. The master gives you a gangster, called 'big-headed idiot'. He should act like an infatuated warcraft. He will kill fiercely, and kill the white Taoist people. Your reputation will shock the world and deter the world and become a generation of bloodthirsty demons.

"Master, under your careful cultivation, the disciple is by no means a grass chicken. He thanked him first here. When he refined into a demon in the early days, he would become a bloodthirsty devil. He killed the white man and threw the corpses all over the field. He was shocked to hear the demon, and fainted when he saw the devil." Feng Motou was beaten to death by the staff of the mighty darts bureau. When he thought of the scene of shock, his lingering lingering. He poured out his bitterness in his heart and complained with tears.

Yin Xian has suffered the loss of the Bai Dao people, and he has always kept it in mind. He is a person who must repay his teeth. He has a strong sense of revenge. He wants to slaughter all the Bai Dao people in the martial arts, and said cruelly and violently, "Tsu, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, let alone the devil's release his hatred! If you care about ten years and five years, the master will find twelve disciples to refine the underworld magic skills. When will you wait for you to go down the mountain and hunt down the white heroes? Let's play the flag of the Red Flower Club, attack the city and plunder the territory, kill all the stubborn people who resist, and raise the power of our demons.

Yin Xian and Feng Motou, gossiping, walked to Qinling Mountain.

Feng Mo had several thieves and sisters. In order to become the first disciple of the fifty-year-old man, he had to establish his position first. Obviously, he refused to take Yin Xian to the nest where the robbers were hiding and find these robbers. He followed him up the mountain.

After a while, Yin Xian led Feng Motou to Qinling Mountain and walked to a cave entrance.

Feng Mo looked at the mouth of the cave, and he couldn't help exclaiming, "Master, come and have a look!" The word 'magic hole' seems to be carved on the top of the hole!"

Yin Xian was shocked when he heard it. He couldn't help but look up and go to the mouth of the cave. Sure enough, the word "Magic Cave" was faintly carved, with a sense of ambiguity. Because the old handwriting gradually weathered and worn out, it became a faint peeling shape. If you don't look carefully, you can still see it there!