Chapter 316

Quiet!

It was silent. For a long time, all the people opened their mouths and eyes. They stared at Chen Xiaoming, and then looked at the Baizi painting beaten to the mountainside in the distance.

God, are you blind or are you dreaming!

The so-called invincible Baizi painting was beaten into the soil with a fist!

Well, it's definitely a dream. It must be a dream!

"Ah... It hurts. Why do you pinch me?"

A long stay disciple cried out in pain and roared at the same door beside him.

The elder martial brother on the other side was completely stunned. It was not a dream. It was true. Zunshang was really beaten into the earth.

For a time, there were not a few people who thought the same as him.

"Baizi painting, haven't you come out yet? Want to be a shrinking turtle?"

Looking at the smoke filled, but there was no trace of Baizi painting, Chen Xiaoming raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly.

The power of spirit swept over and found that the Baizi painting was in the hinterland of the mountain, but he didn't fly out in a hurry. Chen Xiaoming thought for a moment and knew that the other party was procrastinating.

"Whew."

Sure enough, the next second, in the distant sky, a woman in purple flew over and went straight to the mountainside.

"Hum, another one, just to my liking."

I recognized each other at a glance. There are so many immortals in the whole world, and Zixun is the only female immortals.

At the thought of Bu Yuanding in the other party's hand, this is the head sent to the door.

I have collected five of the ten artifacts.

The dead side ties the heaven chain, the heaven side relegates the immortal umbrella, the Western floating dust bead, the southern magic thinking bell, and the dead side sympathizes with the sword.

If he could collect the Oriental Liuguang Qin in Baizi's painting and the northern Bu Yuanding in Zixun's hand, he would start with more than half of the ten square artifacts.

Mental strength has been observing the mountainside. Two streamers fly out of it and break through the smoke, but they stand in front of Chen Xiaoming.

"Hum, finally give up?"

He gave a cold drink and looked at Zixun's glare at him. Chen Xiaoming didn't care at all. What about one more immortal? Even if the five immortals gathered together, he was not afraid.

Real man, just like that!

"Your cultivation is profound, and Baizi painting is inferior to you. But please forgive me for offending you today."

After adjusting the injury in baizihua's body, he recovered a lot. He said to Chen Xiaoming. The next second, he joined hands with Zixun.

For a time, two streamers were played, and the white boy painting was holding a streamer piano, and the sound of the piano was flying.

On Zixun's right hand, bu Yuanding used the power of Dan Xiang. One was used to treat Baizi painting, and the other was used to treat Chen Xiaoming.

Seeing the two join hands and listening to the high sounding excuse of Baizi painting, Chen Xiaoming couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, what a Baizi painting, what a famous and decent school changliushan, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Chen Xiaoming has been stigmatized as a devil's way. But now, no one has been killed. What he asks for is nothing more than ten magic weapons.

Originally, I was just unhappy with Baizi's painting. I wanted to teach each other a lesson and not let my apprentice get involved with it.

But now, Chen Xiaoming is amused by the words of Baizi painting.

The devil's way? Good, good, good. Chen Xiaoming wants them to see what is evil today!

"Baizi painting, I didn't want to kill, but if you care about the common people like this, I'll help you."

Chen Xiaoming showed his sharpness in his eyes, and with a slow move of his right hand, the thousand glowing fireflies that had fallen in the hands of Hua qiangu flew out in an instant.

"Little bone, watch it. I'll teach you a move today!"

He said a word to the flower bones under him. Then Chen Xiaoming's mind instantly sank into the spirit sword in his hand. The power of spirit gathered, and an invisible wave permeated Chen Xiaoming.

"Man's sword is not hurt!"

When a sword is wielded, the light of the sword flies, and the power of brilliance permeates it. The light of the sword is like an emperor in the world.

With one sword, Chen Xiaoming did not stop, but cut out again with one sword.

"The earth sword has no light!"

Another sword light flies. The meaning of the sword is very thick, like rivers, seas and mountains, covering the world.

With the two swords cutting, Chen Xiaoming's sense of edge became stronger and stronger, and his accumulated momentum was about to reach the peak.

"Whew."

In his eyes, two divine lights burst out. Without hesitation, Chen Xiaoming waved a sword again.

"The Heavenly Sword has no trace!"

This sword, without the sword light flying out, is ethereal, traceless and flickering, just like the stars shining all over the sky, but disappeared in an instant.

When the three swords were wielded, all the people watching the battle below were stunned, especially Hua qiangu. They felt as if they understood and didn't understand.

Even Mo Yan, Xiao Shengmo and others frowned and didn't see the power of these three swords.

The Baizi painting and Zixun, who were against the enemy, had a great change of expression. When the light of human sword came, they were like great enemies, attacked together and went towards human sword.

The sword was brilliant, but the will of Kendo on it was as good as the shadow of boxing before. Even if they joined hands, they were reluctantly stopped without injury.

Just as the human sword had just been extinguished, the light of the earth sword flew in, the white man drew his teeth, the mana went wild, and the sound of the piano continued to attack, but the light of the earth sword was extremely thick.

It seemed as if there were mountains and rivers on it. As soon as it was touched, the terrible energy broke out completely, and the sound of Liuguang Qin was directly broken.

"Son painting!"

Seeing that the defense of Liuguang Qin was broken, Zixun exclaimed, and a light came from the Bu Yuanding in his hand and went straight to the ground sword.

Zimang hit the ground sword. For a moment, Zixun looked listless, as if he had been seriously injured, and his face was very pale.

But strangely, the earth sword hit by purple awn disappeared silently at this moment.

"Purple fragrance!"

The earth sword was extinguished. Baizi painting had no time to check the injury in his body. He was going to Zixun's side. The next second, his mind warned, and a strong smell of death came in front of him.

Even if you think of Baizi painting, Chen Xiaoming waved the third sword before. The Heavenly Sword has no trace!

Both of them were injured. Baizihua looked at Zixun who was seriously injured in order to save himself. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he directly ejected blood essence and sprinkled it on the Liuguang piano.

The mana of both hands gathered, pulled the string and played again.

The invisible sound of the Qin is transmitted, but the light of the Heavenly Sword is like a bird. It crosses the sound of the Qin and goes straight to the Baizi painting.

The breath of death continued to condense. There was a color of disbelief in the eyes of Baizi painting. In his eyes, he seemed to see a bright sword light flying.

No matter how you stop, you can't touch each other's traces.

In the face of the situation, Baizi painting couldn't help feeling desperate. Looking at Chen Xiaoming's body, his eyes closed slightly, waiting for his end.

"Poof!"

When the sword light entered the body, a large amount of blood splashed and dyed half of the sky red.