Chapter 290： Into the earth

The red swordsman’s waist with a headless body had a touch of faint golden light that flashed away.

The head that rolled off the ground, the eyebrows, revealed a drop of blood that slowly condensed.

Chen Pingan turned to look at the high branch of the land, the latter raised a brow, stretched a finger, gently rotated, there is a "small" golden yellow gadget, lingering on the fingers of the land, slowly flowing. If Chen Ping’s eyesight is excellent, he will not find it at all.

Chen Pingan’s golden robe of “water falling out of the stone”, “Golden Dragonfly”, where the shoulder was cut by the swordsman’s swordsman, had already repaired and repaired it by himself.

A relic of the Shangwu Wuxian immortal can be worn by Yuan Ying Laojiao all the year round. Of course, it will not be an ordinary robe. The robe of the Yugui Zongyuan infant on the Guihua Island is still the Mozhulin. It is a lot worse than this one.

It is like a fascinating beauty, and soon after turning into the screen, it hides the posture of the city, so Chen Pingan has changed back to the white robe style.

Two dry wells burst in the air.

The first and the fifteen flying swords, get rid of this, no bondage.

Chen Pingan can clearly feel the angry anger of the first day. This is normal, because even the fifteen docile temperament, the mind and the emotions are full of anger.

Chen Pingan had to meditate in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy still has a backhand."

The first day of Feijian, in the air, and brought a strip of white rainbow sword light, it is shocking.

The flying green sword of Feifei fifteen is obviously somewhat resentful, and it is very puzzled to surround Chen’s peaceful spin.

They are of course the first-class sword of the world.

However, it is not the life of Chen Ping.

The two sides are not the kind of monarch and servant relationship, but like Chen Ping’s child with two minds, a grumpy temper and a gentle temper.

However, Chen Pingan feels that this is not bad.

The atmosphere between the mountains is dignified and embarrassing.

The red swordsman who is the **** of the sea has died, and the one who died is called a waterless one. If it is not the shape of the rainbow, it will come to the fore, and then the stalwart of the sword is a peerless. Everyone is supposed to think this guy. It is a swindler who is deceiving the world.

Please God is really burly and strong, the silver eyelids gradually fade, return to normal.

This person was the most prosperous in the past, and the limelight was no longer there. At this moment, his face was pale, his lips were shaking, and his words were pitiful.

He blinked at the two iron whip in the distance, only dare to stand in the same place and dare not move, where there is courage to pick it up, for fear that the next moment he will be cool by the flying sword.

The middle-aged swordsman’s eyes are dark and unclear, and he has already retired.

His hands are naturally drooping, and before the full sleeves are clear, there is no vision.

The only small blade of the willow with the hollow jade as the scabbard hovered over his shoulder, like a loyal watchdog, sheltering the owner.

A hunting that was thought to be no different from an outing in the autumn was a bleak and devastating situation.

And the two young people outside the country, one without damage, the tree is even more unscathed.

At this moment, these mountains and wilderness repairs, which are regarded as the wind and rain in their respective places, are so fascinating to the fairyland in the mountains, and they once again hang their hearts.

The old sergeant’s heart was as ruined, and the tactics were only a little bit ok, and the result was completely ruined by the martial arts master of this thousand knives.

Stealing the chicken does not eclipse the rice, the two proud and high-profilers also succumb to the scene, the two unlucky children, the qualifications are not stunning, but cleverly obedient, so that the call is smooth.

The old squadron re-extracted the treasures in the income sleeves, and in turn, the small squad formed a large bodyguard.

Waiting for it.

The practicing martial arts who practiced the five elements of the wood method were always silent.

He is a kind of monk who can attack and defend. In addition to being able to move mountains and trees, he will also raise flowers and insects, grass and trees, like the sand field, and then he is often good at healing and anti-drug. They often cannot lay down. The battle, but it is a popular kind of practicing.

If you can choose three people to accompany you, then the most powerful and invincible sword repair, the undead warrior, plus a farmer pharmacist, a Taoist foreigner, or a wooden sword, can be described as a martial artist. There is almost no one in the best lineup around the world.

No one wants to take the initiative to speak.

Each is a ghost.

Chen Pingan held the long sword of the red swordsman's relic and looked down.

The blade is like a glimpse of autumn water, and the water ripples through the sunlight of the branches and leaves.

Definitely a good sword.

Just don't know how much the value is.

The evil monk is the only bold person who has some action, sneaking around, behind his hand, holding up a silver-white porcelain bottle, one foot high, narrow mouth, and the face of the porcelain is constantly moving. However, it is like a cruel cage of imprisoned souls.

This person meditation, it is necessary to use the hand tools to secretly gather the soul of the red swordsman after death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once it succeeds, its strength can skyrocket, and a martial artist who is at the top of the six peaks is so thick. As long as the successful refining into a sinister yin, will be well-maintained, go to the funeral post and the ancient battlefield, continue to let it take the gloom, maybe return to the six realms, and even hope to create a seven-state The spirit of the femininity.

When do you still need to look at other people's faces?

I am afraid that those small monarchs must look at their faces.

Lutai suddenly saw the little movements of the evil monks, and said: "Dare to steal things under my eyes?!"

The name "Needle Point" is incomparably huge. The flying sword of the life is in the sky above the head of the evil monk and falls straight.

The evil monk rushed to escape, and at the same time took away the silver bottle of the heirloom, and had to dispel the idea of ​​gathering the soul to collect the femininity in the black clay pot, to resist the pursuit of the terrible flying sword, no matter how the evil monk swayed The tip of the flying sword always follows the shape.

This time, if the encirclement of the encirclement, Ma Wanfa, if the old strategist's formation is successfully completed, and if the red swordsman is not violent, and everyone is united, then it is more than enough to deal with a golden monk. Everyone is not afraid of a death, I am afraid that even if the two Jindan monks, they will not be able to find a little cheaper.

It’s just that there are not so many in the world.

To take a step back, a group of people gathered because of the situation, the situation has the upper hand, that is, everyone is as fierce as a tiger, but as long as the downwind, it is the heart of the people, and become a rabble.

The brawny who is already at the end of the strong man suddenly has a surprise, screaming: "My master said, he will come soon, personally deal with the two! You, in addition to this Dou Zizhi's sabre 'infatuation', and the original promise Give that Dou Zizhi the square inch, plus the product of Dou Zizhi, all come out and give it to everyone!"

The burly and brave man is almost eager to swear, and he is eager to say: "There is no need to go back to the mouse as a hole in the hole, or to be equal to the mountain people, here!"

The middle-aged swordsman's face was cold and murderous. Shen Sheng said: "I agree. These two boys are damned!"

I saw that his wrist was twisted and his sleeves were green and ready to go.

The old sergeant smiled and said: "The shifting mountain array is about to be completed, and it can be a battle. Just help me delay for a while, at most half musk!"

The evil monk who was chased by the flying sword and shouted his face, shouted: "Plus me! In advance, in addition to re-dividing, Lao Tzu wants the soul of the old sinner, no one should grab me!"

The wooden law nodded and nodded.

The burly and strong man laughed in the sky and reached out and pulled the two iron lashes back into his hands. He took the lead and walked toward Chen Pingan.

His homeowner, who had previously sent a secret message to him, had to come in person, and it was necessary to kill the two fat sheep here.

Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his sleeves and turned and swept away.

The old faculty made a sign of the indentation, and there was more than one symbol. Every time the figure appeared in a dozen feet, a few blinks, it disappeared, and the figure did not enter the depths of the forest.

The wooden method was a little bit of a toe, and he swept away behind him. He suddenly ran into a big tree, but suddenly there was no trace.

Only the evil monk is still rushing to Chen Ping.

The burly man was on the spot, swearing a sentence, and then dare not go forward to death.

It’s not enough to watch this.

This is a state of affairs, but it is a joke.

Chen Pingan was wrong, and then relieved, this is reasonable.

I learned a little more.

Lutai took a deep breath and said to Chen Pingan: "The mastermind has just ran, I am going to chase him. You should deal with it here. I will come back to you."

Lu Tai first put away the name of the flying sword that was not worthy.

His hands and wrists, legs and ankles, each with a purple gold lotus pattern, contain a slap in the shape.

Lutai whispered: "Flower."

Four lifelike purple nasturtiums bloom in an instant.

Lutai gnawed his teeth, his body leaped high, and then he went on the wind.

The body leans forward, blinks into the distance, the big sleeves sway, the hunting screams, and the horns are swaying.

He looked around and looked for a direction, and it flashed away.

The evil monk swallowed a spit and held a pot filled with sorrows in one hand. He actually made a sultry worship, and smiled charmingly: "This sword fairy son, this time I am offended, rude and rude, next time. See you, you must take the initiative to shun the house, if it is time for the son to be willing to give orders, do something small, you must not leave."

Between the words, the evil monk has been paying attention to the eyes and face of the white robe boy, and his body shape has retreated.

This person is also a killer, and before the escape, the black pottery that kept the ghosts was smashed on the spot, and the black smoke suddenly filled.

The gecko is broken.

A smattering of gold light swam in the smoky smoky, thick and smoky as the ink, dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But there is still a bit of effort to completely eliminate these smoky smog.

Chen Pingan frowned, stepped forward and jumped on the crown of a big tree.

There is a glimpse of a faint gray smoke, flying fast in the mountains.

The first day has already chased himself.

Chen Ping’s mind is fretting, and fifteen is also close behind.

Chen Pingan fell back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air and changed the Xianjia Sabre of the red swordsman Dou Zizhi into a normal sword posture.

Although it is much more important than the Zhangmu sword, Chen Ping always feels too light.

The burly man raised his head and looked in the direction that disappeared before the landing. Finally he looked down at the iron whip and smiled.

The mind knows that today will die.

Resentment, loss, resentment, all, one by one, and all faded in the heart.

In this life, I have to live in a sorrowful manner, and I will always die as a hero.

The strong man threw two iron whip to the ground, and began to ask God for the third time. The man slammed his feet, his hands were heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he laughed: "Dare dare Wait a moment, let me have a good fight?!"

Chen Pingan threw out the "infatuation" in his hand.

In the heart of the burly and brave, he passed by.

The long sword was nailed into the trunk of a big tree.

After successfully penetrating the heart of the man, Chen Pingan clearly saw the red light flowing through the blade, and it flashed away, such as a hungry meal, and the drunkard had a drink.

Chen Pingan made up his mind to find a Xianjia Ferry or a fairy shop on the mountain to sell the sword.

The golden light is still steadily melting the black smoke.

It is worthy of the top quality weapon that the old man must make.

The two roots have been so vast and magical. I really don’t know the dragon that is hanging over the mountain. The dust in the hands of the old man is so powerful.

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, to retrieve the long sword, smashed a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with a sword, and then dug a few large pits silently, the red swordsman, the burly man And the two disciples of the squadron were buried in it, and finally the earth was covered up, and the traces were hidden as much as possible. It was not seen by the people who accidentally passed through the place.

Chen Pingan sat on a high branch and patiently waited for the return of the first fifteenth and the land.

Put the "infatuation" with more scabbards on your lap.

In the distance, the smoky black smoke that entangles with Jinguang but is retreating, although it has long lost its intellect, and is awesome to death, it is the dead femininity is no exception.

Suddenly there was a large smoky black smoke to leave the area and flee elsewhere to ravage the landscape.

Suddenly I remembered that there was a castle in the distance.

If you are a river and lake person who does not know how to practice, I am afraid that you will be smashed and pond fish.

Chen Pingan got up with a sword and first looked around. After confirming that there was no difference, this would pour the soul into the robes of gold. In an instant, a man with a height of ten feet and a faint face, but the face is vague, but Jin Guang Zhanran, the law Suspended in the heavens and the earth, but stood up, just before the black smoke, the big sleeves, the sorrows into the sleeves, the ghosts into the thunder pool, squeaking, and soon all disappeared.

Chen Ping sat back to the original place, his face was white and his head was splitting.

This time unreservedly revealing the robe of the robe, using his whole instinct, and there are signs of unsustainable success.

If you are catching up with people, unless you have to, you should not use this method easily. Once the other party has an unexpected life-saving ability, Chen Pingan is equal to his own hands.

But to be honest, the kind of excursions and souls are like the feeling of traveling far away, which is extremely mysterious.

Condescending, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Chen Pingan extended his fingers and gently twirled the robes of the robe. It was soft and delicate, and it was cool. Some life and death, mainly to fear, almost exhausted the heart, the current Chen Ping is somewhat sleepy, backed by the trunk of the tree, began to close their eyes and raise their spirits.

After about half a musk, Chen Pingan calmed his mind and breathed back smoothly.

On Chen Ping’s wrist, there is a golden knot made of refining and demonizing.

Soon a gorgeous white rainbow and green light flew back and forth, the wind and the power of the general, although the two flying swords are extremely subtle, but the two streams of fire stretched out a dozen feet, still very eye-catching, two into the sword.

Feel the hearts of them in the sword.

It should be a smooth killing.

Chen Ping will let go of his heart.

The first fifteenth was the first time I left Chen Pingan so long.

But this also leads to a conclusion that the ability of these wild repairs to kill the enemy may not be comparable to the children of the fairy family, but they run away and are proficient in the top.

Why not be yourself?

Since nothing happened, Chen Pingan began to sit and practice the sword furnace.

The back sword is a practice, and dressing is also a practice.

Former martial arts martial arts, accompanied by a centennial or even a millennium of celestial celestial beings, is a small cave for the martial arts, and can gather aura.

For a pure Wufu, Jin Hao is of course a rare amulet, but it also has some minor troubles, that is, it needs to resist the aura that keeps coming to the gold. After all, the pure Wufu must be resolutely determined at first. All the auras of the government are called pure, and they are counted on the martial arts.

In the overhanging mountain, because of the abundance there, it is hard to resist. After leaving the swallowing whale, walking on the mountain forest, it is easy and pleasant. After all, the ordinary mountain land, the aura is weak, and most of them can be ignored.

Chen Pingan waited for nearly an hour, and Lutai swayed and walked in the mountain forest. He quickly came to Chen Ping’s side and was covered in dust. Fortunately, there was no blood.

And it looks like a person who is full of rewards.

While walking towards the big tree where Chen Ping is located, he left the old squad in the surrounding flags and gathered in the sleeves. Lutai asked curiously: "You are a bodhisattva, why not expose yourself to the body, the beast bites, It’s the end of the birds that they should be stripped. What are you doing with this gang?”

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I am not pity for them. I just care about the fact that ‘the death is big and the earth is safe.’”

Lutai shook his head and thought too much. He suddenly turned and ran to the **** and most grave "grave". He asked Chen Pingan about the approximate location of the burial of the dead. Then Lutai promised to re-fill it later. When Chen Ping promised to nod, Lutai had already taken a shot, dusty, stalking and running, and doing the work of culling the body, even the two disciples of the old sergeant did not let go, it is difficult Imagine that such a guy who likes rouge gouache and blushing eyebrows is so skillful and has no psychological burden.

Lutai is inevitably contaminated with blood and mud, but the magic weapon of the colorful silk rope is wrapped around the arm, and the whole body is up and down, and it will soon be cleaned and cleaned, and the magical magic weapon, all kinds of magical use, incredible.

Lutai is alone on the other side. "Well, you are a master of the rivers and lakes, but you are a poor man! Hey, this is the square of Ma Wanfa, inside Jinshan Yinshan, look at you, you really should I am ashamed to live and die again."

"Oh, I am not talking about you. Compared to your master, this family is really shabby. It is only this silver ticket that solves our urgent needs. Shopping at the foot of the mountain, giving people snow money, the store is going to beat people. of……"

"You two are desperate, and you will be born in the next life. Remember to find a better Master. Even if you have almost done it, you have to find this again."

Chen Pingan did not bother the busyness of the land.

Just looking at the back, I feel very strange.

Finally, the land was refilled, clapping hands, looking at the flat ground, and some satisfied.

"The master behind the scenes is already dead, everything is fine!"

Lutai walked back to the tree under Chen Ping’s side and killed him without going to the tree. He leaned his head and waved: "Club!"