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Keng!

The ancient sword lay across the front, blocking the iron rope that seduced the soul.

The spiritual sword that was full of blood burst out with dazzling light.

Clang!

The dragon's roar as the sword struck the iron rope turned into sword energy.

Pours out like a wild waterfall.

Xiong Ran originally thought that his casual display of spiritual pressure and magic power would be enough to kill this man, but he didn't expect that the sword energy like a river would be like encountering an iron wall when it came into contact with the light gray mist in front of him.

It was as if what was in front of him was not mist, but an indestructible mountain.

"How can this be?!"

This was obviously not the time to be surprised.

The iron hook and sickle made of black and red silk threads already showed a sharp and cold light.

As long as he is a little careless, his head will be broken open by that thing.

The cold hook tears apart the sword energy like a river, moving forward together with the majestic mist.

With every step forward, the tall figure got closer.

I didn't see him twisting his skills and casting spells, he just strode forward.

forward.

And he could only retreat.

Retreat again and again!

Xiong Ran's face had become a bit more serious.

He is a genius of the Xiong clan of the Great Instrument Sect, and his cultivation level may be suppressed by an unknown wild fox Zen, but how can he be forced to do so.

So, using one hand to parry and the other hand to perform tricks, the mana in the Dantian surged and turned into a ring of fire.

It exploded.

"Fire Juesheng."

call.

Da Zhen's figure finally stabilized.

Just listen to the sound of snatching.

Abandon the sword on the stone chamber.

The ancient sword, which resembles the azure autumn sky, stands still as if cutting through tofu.

Turn your palm over.

A pair of eight-petal red copper hammers appeared in Xiong Ran's hands.

The hammer is stacked and calcined with thousand-year-old chijing, supplemented by lightning-strike wood to make the short handle of the hammer. The flowing lines form a complete oval seal script, which complements the burning mana.

It seemed that as long as he waved the weapon in his hand, whatever was in front of him would be shattered.

Shout loudly.

The ring of fire around him shrank rapidly.

The robe attached to the body turned into a layer of iron armor and was worn on the body.

Two hammers in hand, wearing iron armor.

The look on Xiong Ran's face also softened, and he looked again at the tall monk holding an iron hook and wearing a black robe.

He said coldly: "I underestimated you. I originally thought you were no different from those who follow the trend, but I didn't expect you had other agendas."

Despite this, the disgust in his eyes grew more and more.

At least he is a real villain if he follows the trend.

This person uses clever techniques to hide his cultivation. Such behavior is even more hypocritical.

In fact, from a practical point of view, it is better to be a hypocrite than a real villain.

But when it comes to real judgment, people always prefer those who appear to be the same on the outside.

It just so happened that Xiong Ran didn't like either of these people.

Tu Shanjun looked at Xiong Ran calmly.

He didn't know what Xiong Ran had gone through to have such great malice towards those people. Maybe he had been deceived, maybe he had been hurt, but it had nothing to do with him. He was not interested in other people's experiences, nor was he interested in others' experiences. Pay attention to Xiong Ran's opinion.

He just wanted to 'see' the truth of this matter and let Xu Sanniang escape from this vortex.

"No answer?"

Xiong Ran sneered: "Guizhou donkey is still at his wits end."

This directly asked Tu Shanjun, because he really didn't know what kind of technique should be used. If it was true, the soul clone with this golden elixir could also use it.

But once the true meaning of swallowing souls came out, Tu Shanjun was afraid of killing Xiong Ran.

Killing Xiong Ran will make the whole thing more troublesome.

If it were a spell from hell, due to the cultivation of this soul clone body, it would probably turn Xiong Ran into a fool.

The art of reshaping one's emotions can lead to obsession.

Spirit magic is too powerful.

The killing techniques of Taiyi Shengxian Sect still need the support of cultivation.

Jurisdiction...

…

"You...as a major disciple, you shouldn't be that fragile, right?"

Tu Shanjun looked at Xiong Ran seriously: "You're dead, it's very troublesome."

Xiong Ran said angrily: "I am so angry."

"Hit me!"

As soon as the hammer fell, a ring of fire arose, and the entire quiet room became part of the sea of ​​​​fire.

"Huh?"

Tu Shanjun let out a light sigh. Under the cover of this fire technique, it was not an ordinary flame at all, but a thunder technique.

The fire is just an appearance, just like the clouds covering the thunder, but in an instant, the thunder method has blocked Tushanjun's body. No matter whether he moves forward or retreats, he will be struck by lightning.

Bang.

one strike.

Behind the copper hammer is a blazing fire in armor.

On the other side, Tu Shanjun, who was holding the hook to resist, was surprised to find that the iron rope in his hand could no longer maintain the shape of the hook.

It turns out that the pair of copper hammers are spiritual treasures.

"You come from a big family and have a good background."

Tu Shanjun twists his tactics and the wind blows.

The wind comes,

Fog covers.

His figure was like a flying feather. When he turned around in mid-air, he opened his palms and a black-red thread flew out, wrapping around the hilt of the azure ancient sword. With a slight tug, the ancient sword was unsheathed with the sound of a dragon roaring. It flew into Tushanjun's hand.

As soon as the spirit sword fell into his hand, Xiong Ran, who was holding two hammers, was already close.

"I haven't used swordsmanship for a long time."

Tushanjun chuckled.

Magic power and sword light condensed into obscure ideas, just like floating clouds changing into blue sky.

One stroke.

Ten thousand thunderbolts condensed into a cold front, sweeping away the sea of ​​fire.

Buzz.

Xiong Ran only felt that the figure in front of him became erratic, and then he could no longer resist, until the blue ancient sword broke through his double hammers, which meant that the treasure armor on his body was strong enough, otherwise, maybe the sword would cut him off. The body will be broken into two pieces, but now there doesn't seem to be much difference.

"Could it be that he is a sword cultivator?"

Regret welled up in Xiong Ran's heart. He shouldn't have thrown the spiritual sword away.

On the contrary, it strengthened this person's strength.

The black and red threads gathered together again to form a hook.

Tushanjun, who was about to repeat his old trick, suddenly turned his head.

windy.

Flowers and fragrance arrive, and fairy catkins float.

What catches the eye is a pair of dragon and phoenix rings.

The dragon shape and the phoenix shape are like two strange beasts, opening the way for the coming people.

As expected, the person who stepped into the quiet room was a graceful and graceful woman. It would be indescribable to say how beautiful she was.

There are thousands of styles in every frown and smile, whether it is pure or charming, they seem to be just embellishments of her appearance. This is Gongsun Wan, the oiran of Dongfang and the disciple of Hehuan Sect.

"It's you?"

The sound is like a clear spring.

Listening to it is like drinking the rain on a hot summer day.

Gongsun Wan was surprised and looked up and down at the monk wearing black robes.

She knew this person.

It would be better to say that she had paid attention to it.

But it wasn't because she wanted the attention, it was just because of her relationship with Xu Sanniang.

When they first met, they were on Fu She's carriage, and they didn't interact with each other after that. It was Pei who wanted her to take action to eliminate this person, but she thought he was a usable chess piece, so she didn't take action.

Unexpectedly, they would meet again in this mansion.

It's still the same scene.

Moreover, this person's cultivation is not Qi training, but golden elixir.

Although the aura is not strong, it looks like he has just entered the golden elixir.

There was movement in Tushanjun's lowered eyes, he raised them slightly and said with a smile: "It's me."

While answering, I couldn't help but sigh.

I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve my goal today, probably because Gongsun Wan is the True Lord of Nascent Soul. He does have the means to deal with it, but the soul clone body cannot support it, and Sanniang's magic power is not enough.

"Mother, this person is not simple."

Xiong Ran spoke up at the right time.

He had restrained his arrogance and looked at the black-robed monk with a solemn look.

As a young genius of the Xiong clan, there are very few people who can rival him, let alone a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core.

After the fight just now, I relied on Lingbao to survive two moves.

It is said that both moves promoted him.

Despite the intense appearance just now, in fact the man did not use any spells at all, and did not even release the body-protecting Qi. He relied entirely on his flesh and blood to fight against him.

The sword technique he performed was only the simplest application of sword energy, but just like that, his technique was destroyed.

Xiong Ran thought that the other party was looking down on him, but in fact it was not the case. At this moment, he also came to his senses, and it was clear that this person cherished the use of magic power.

This also made Xiong Ran see the flaw.

This person has insufficient mana.

If he can fight a protracted battle, he will definitely win, and he won't have to be disgraced in front of his wife.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xiong, this concubine can be destroyed easily." Gongsun Wan smiled sweetly, and then controlled the dragon and phoenix ring to look at Tu Shanjun, and said calmly: "I thought my miserable sister finally found support, but it's a pity that you insist on seeking death. , then the slave family can only feel sorry for Sanniang."

"Dazhenjun." Tushanjun whispered softly.

When he turned his wrist, it turned green and white, and his face also turned green at this moment.

Fangs protruding.

The horned halberd Zhang Chongtian swept away the red hair.

He frowned and glanced at Xiong Ran. Should he risk his life to kill Xiong Ran, or wait for Sanniang to improve her cultivation level? After careful consideration, he still chose the latter. Even if he killed Xiong Ran, he wouldn't be able to see Xiong Ran's memory with the dream-entering technique. The cultivation level of his soul clone was too low and he couldn't block Gongsun Wan's attack.

Even if Xiong Ran is not killed, the matter must be made worse.

At least let the law enforcement officers pay attention to Gongsun Mansion.

Then he needs to block at least one blow from Gongsun Wan.

"You still have to use the death-nin technique."

Thinking about it.

Tu Shanjun thought of this way to break the situation.

Forming a seal with one hand, the spirit demon can endure death.

The death-resistant technique is a technique that Tu Shanjun has studied deeply. When this technique is used, at least the physical body will not be annihilated instantly, but can be slowly restored.

Just having this moment of respite is enough.

"Let's see who dares to touch him!"

A tall figure smashed the door of the secret room like a giant siege weapon, like a meteorite falling, plowing open the palace. Under the cloak, the eyes were made of honeycomb crystals, but the cold light they witnessed was not weak at all. Apart from this, no one would think that this is not a great true king with profound strength.

The person who came was none other than Wu Zhu, who had escaped the suppression of the magic circle.

Wu Zhu sneered, glanced at the green-faced and fanged black-robed monk, and then stared at Gongsun Wan: "Boy, don't be afraid, this bitch doesn't dare to kill you. As long as I'm here, you can't die."

The black-robed monk was speechless.

Good guy.

This is also an acquaintance.

Or an acquaintance he didn't really want to meet.

Otherwise, Tushanjun would have gone to take away his storage ring. The main reason is that Tushanjun doesn't know how to face them. Just like when he was in Daheishan, he didn't know how to face Ding Xie's master, and he didn't want anyone to trace his whereabouts, so he simply threw the storage ring behind.

It's God's will that makes us meet again.

The last time we saw him, Wu Zhu was still hiding in his cloak, but now he has recast the body of a Tianji puppet.

"The ghost lingers!"

Gongsun Wan's anger surged: "Since you are seeking death, I will help you!"

"The true meaning of yin and yang."