Chapter 14 Cheng Ren's fluttering

"Why can't I feel the breath of true qi and magic?" Butterfly dance tightly grasped the silkworm soft sword in her hand, and her heart was worried.

"Maybe they have reached the point of returning to nature."

Butterfly dance naturally understands the meaning of the sword clan. Returning to the truth means that when the martial arts reach the tenth level of the realm of Shuntian, you can freely control the true qi or magic breath in your body and control it at the level of ordinary people. There are only dozens of such masters in the world, such as swords and butterfly dance. I didn't reach this level. No matter how the swordsman and butterfly dance compress the true qi in their bodies, they can't control the level of ordinary people, and this level is actually the level that others can't feel your breath.

Butterfly Dance felt wrong when he thought about it: "It's too terrible to reach the tenth floor of Shuntianjing in his thirties."

"Miracles are all created by people." At this time, the sword clan remembered his soaring father. Legend has it that Niu 13 existed more than 20 years ago.

Of course, the butterfly dance was no exception, and nodded with a similar feeling: "It's true."

The left-hand sword god has no leisure to care about the sword clan at this time: "I don't care about any evil spirit clan at all. I just need the Xuanhun to chase jade fragments." The giant sword held tightly in the palm of the bone waved a sword, and the left sword god did not step forward, but the giant sword did sweep in front of Cheng Ren's nose.

When Butterfly Dance saw this, she was extremely impressed: "I didn't expect this sister to be so bold."

"I don't think she paid attention to the left-hand sword god at all." Naturally, the swordsman did not dare to say this sentence to their face, so they had to secretly use thousands of miles of voice.

"Why?" Butterfly dance is also a careful door master. The sound quality is too different from that of thousands of miles to speak normally. The butterfly dance has to reply.

"Let's see." After saying that, the sword clan had already poked out. A chair hooked back and hooked to his feet. The sword clan sat down with a rather leisurely buttocks: "The floating girl is in trouble, thank you for your ashes." After saying the words, the swordsman couldn't wait to spit out everything in his stomach.

"Don't be so idle." As soon as the butterfly dance saw that the swordsman was so leisurely, the butterfly dance immediately did the same. It also hooked a stool in the restaurant and patted the dust on the stool ladyly, and then sat down.

The swords seriously despised: "Aren't you always swallowing mountains and rivers? Why is it so elegant today?

"Who said I was angry?"

The sword clan sold the sword flute without any face. Jian Xiao, who was far away in the Violet Empire, sneezed fiercely: "Mother Xipi, who is thinking about me?"

"It must be the door master's wife." A younger brother replied

"Yes, my wife must be lonely. I miss the doorkeeper."

"Master, let's go home."

"Wife, child, hot pit head."

"We came out to do great things, not to think about our wives." A little Luo replied.

"You idiots, does the door owner have a wife? The doorkeeper only has a daughter. A slightly older man said.

"Is it the door owner who misses his daughter?"

"It's very possible." The purple sword nodded imperctively.

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"Look, I won't settle accounts with him." After the sword clan stirred up a fire, the butterfly dance is already on the verge of rampage. If the sword flute is in front of the butterfly dance, it is estimated that it can only be eaten.

In fact, when the swordsman couldn't guess the strength of Cheng Ren's fluttering, the left-hand sword god also couldn't figure out the strength of the woman in black in front of him. The woman in black in front of him felt as if she was no different from ordinary people, and even couldn't feel the flow of the other party's true energy. Now the left-handed sword god can't feel the strength of the other party.

"Don't you dare to do it?" Cheng Ren raised the wooden stick in his hand, and a milky light immediately appeared on the handle of the wooden stick. The milky white light looked quite peaceful and calm. At least the swordsman butterfly dance and the left-hand sword god did not feel murderous.

However, the left-hand sword god really couldn't stand such provocation. The milky white light just flashed, and the giant sword in the left hand bone of the left hand god cut towards Cheng Ren like a strong wind. With the sound of stormy waves, the thick and magnificent true spirit slams past Chengren: "For decades, there has been no such thing that dares to speak like this in front of me."

In the face of provocation, Cheng Ren's flutter was indeed extremely calm, with a cold face, and he was not scared by the sword spirit that was about to attack. This alone was enough to make the swordsman admire him. Cheng Ren's wooden stick in his hand waved a semicircle in the night sky, and a little magical breath remained in the air,,,,

I have seen too many swordsmen and butterfly dances, and magic knots. This is a gesture needed when summoning elements. In the Yi clan, whether it is elemental summoning, healing summoning, or biological summoning, these summons need to use such magic knots.

"The great god of the dead, please give me the power to summon, give me the right to summon the dead, the skeleton army, rise." Cheng Ren's voice fell, and the magic scepter in his hand pointed to the sky. A strong wind swept by the true spirit of the left-handed sword god had indeed swept over at this time. Chengren's long hair danced with the wind under the strong wind. At this time, there was no movement except for pointing the wooden stick in his hand to the sky.

This makes the sword clan and the butterfly dance feel worried. The "not resist the policy" sword clan feels unlikely. The majestic evil spirit patriarch is not like the kind of person who doesn't fight back, but the next scene immediately gave an answer to the sword clan's doubts.

Just as the giant sword of the left sword god was about to stick to Chengren's fluttering, a white light shot out of Chengren's floating body, and in the blink of an eye, the extremely strong true air in front of Chengren's fluff disappeared in an instant.

The sword clan and the butterfly dance looked at the woman in black in front of them in disbelief. What kind of skill is this? How strong is that sword spirit? The sword clan and the butterfly dance are both well-experienced people. The strength of the ten-level peak period of the Shuntian Realm is really beyond the ability of the sword clan and the butterfly dance, but the scene in front of them is unbelievable.

What will happen if the sword wind comes? Can the sword wind be repelled so easily? The sword clan was not sure that when they fought with the so-called ancestor of the thousand-year-old white bone Zen sect, it was dark and much more lively than the scene in front of them. At that time, the sword style was the peak of the tenth floor of the realm of Shuntian, and the white bone was also the peak of the tenth layer of the realm of Shuntian.

And now Chengren Piaoxu can be easily done, what does it mean? The swordsman pinched his finger fiercely to make sure that he was not dreaming. At this time, the butterfly dance pinched the sword clan fiercely.

"Why did the doorman pinch me?" The swordsman shouted incredulously.

"If there is no sword flute, borrow your waist first to see if I'm in a dream." The butterfly dance pouted angrily.

An extremely bitter face suddenly appeared on the swordsman's face: "boring, we are not dreaming. This is true."

"Idol, please sign for me." At the god-level speed of butterfly dance, he put away his thin sword, took out a feather, and a silk scarf and handed it to Cheng Ren's floating.

A wooden stick blocked the way of the butterfly dance: "Please don't disturb the patriarch's casting."

"Is he still casting spells?" Butterfly Dance couldn't believe the answer of the woman in black behind him. At this moment, the ground raised a strong vibration, and the roar was from far to near, and the messy sound constantly stimulated the eardrums of the swords.

"What is this?" Butterfly Dance quickly put away a set of signature equipment he took out, and pulled out the silkworm soft sword scabbard.

"Thousands of troops and horses." Although the sword clan is born noble, it can only give such a relatively general answer. However, this really made the swordsman guess. Countless white shadows rushed from the streets, alleys and even roofs, and the targets of these white shadows have only one place, that is, the left-handed sword god.

The swordsman and the butterfly dance both saw the problem. Naturally, the left-hand sword god can also see the problem if he is not a fool, but what makes him feel depressed is that he can't move. In fact, when the sword clan and the butterfly dance guessed, the left-hand sword god also thought about that, but he did not dare to be so arbitrary for a moment. From the left-hand sword When God raised his huge sword and shot the true qi, the sword god in his left hand found that he could not only speak, but also his fingers, including the true air in his body, could not move.

The sword god in the left hand is painful and confused. Everything came too suddenly. Before, he fought against the butterfly dance of the sword clan. It can be said that he had the upper hand and killed the sword clan effortlessly, but now the situation is indeed the opposite, and he has become a fish on the board.

Both the sword clan and the butterfly dance were distracted. The sword clan looked at the approaching white shadow and rubbed their eyes: "What did the master of the butterfly dance see?"

"The gap in strength." At this time, Butterfly Dance has no idea what words to use to describe her mood. She can only use the situation in front of her and the call of the dark slave of the magician at the peak of the ninth-tier of the wingless temple of the Dark Temple on Diefeng Mountain a few days ago. The difference between the two is like the difference between an elephant and an ant. Shocked and can't say any words, this is the most real feeling of the butterfly dance at this time.

"Why doesn't the left-hand sword god move?" The sword clan looked at the white shadow that kept rushing over. It was a skeleton, a group of white skeletons, and then looked at the left-handed sword god. He was motionless. He was the stupidest fool in the world. If the swordsman knew that the left-handed sword god could not move at this time, the swordsman would be more sure of his idea.

Cheng Ren's fluttering is really not simple. This is the feeling of butterfly dance. The hand holding the hilt of the sword is constantly sweating coldly. A master with such strength is simply hard to find in the world. Is it really only,,,,,,,,