surnamed Wang

Chapter 495
Flowing Fire, as the name suggests, is composed of flowing flames. It is drawn from the rising sun on Shouyang Mountain during the vernal equinox. As the third flying sword of the former Daxueshan Venerable, it has been the nemesis of many evil spirits since its birth.

The moment Liu Huo took shape, he slashed towards Pu Wen at a high speed, far surpassing the eighteen flying swords of Lao Dao.

Pu Wen seemed to have an inexplicable fear of this flaming flying sword in his heart. He hid far away from the beginning, but now he turned his head and ran away when he saw the situation, without any intention of confronting the enemy.

Seeing this, the old Taoist sneered and said:
"Beast, even Master's flying sword regards you as an evil thing. Pindao is not afraid to tell you that the monster it is targeting has not escaped yet."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the speed of the fire suddenly increased, and the blade of the sword caught up with Pu Wen with flashes of fire, and then slashed down fiercely. The latter noticed the scorching heat coming from behind, turned around and raised his arms to parry.

There was a sound of "stab!", accompanied by the pungent burnt smell, Pu Wen let out an angry roar, his indestructible scales were broken by a sword, and the wound on his arm was emitting plumes of smoke .

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The clay figurine still had three points of anger, let alone a fierce beast, Pu Wen grasped the fire blade regardless of the pain, and then his claws were about to tear it apart.

How could the old Taoist in the distance let him get what he wanted? He pinched the sword formula with his right hand and pointed at the opponent. With this finger, the flowing fire held in the palm of his hand immediately burst into a blazing light, and a hot and violent breath spread quickly. Asking this question is like holding burning coals in your hand, and at this moment, you can't bear the pain and let go of your hand.

Feijian rushed out from between his fingers, still unreasonable, and stabbed straight at the opponent's throat. Pu Wen was out of breath, and subconsciously opened his mouth to bite.

"A beast is indeed a beast."

Seeing this scene, the corner of Lao Dao's mouth unconsciously pulled a smile. The fire is invisible and qualityless. Not only can this mouth not deal with Feijian, but it will be taken advantage of by him. Once Liuhuo enters the body, it will be difficult for even a god saved.

At the critical moment, a black light suddenly flashed on Pu Wen's chest, and then there was a crisp "ding" sound, and an unremarkable black dagger rushed out of his arms, and the tip of the sword hit the flowing fire. The invisible fire sword was directly knocked out.

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At the head of Confucian city, Wang Bingquan formed a sword with two fingers. Under the surprised eyes of his son, he was manipulating the short sword fifty miles away while chanting words. At first, Wang Qianshan thought he was reciting the mantra, but when he listened closer, he realized that it was something far-fetched. Discourse:
"Old man, let's not say that we don't care about the morality of the rivers and lakes. You can't beat people first, and there is also the way of heaven. You can take care of it. It is this old guy who broke the rules and asked the immortals to help out. I am at best a legitimate defense."

Wang Gingquan was rambling about picking himself out, while the old Taoist was almost bald over there.

The black short sword seems to be made of very special material. Even though Daxueshan has studied the flying sword so thoroughly, the old Taoist still can't see its specific depth. He only knows that this sword is not inferior to the master's flowing fire in terms of spirituality alone.

It seems that this trip is really right. If he can kill the opponent, not only will he have the soul, but he will also have an extra flying sword that is not inferior to the fairy weapon. It is really killing two birds with one stone.From the beginning to the end, the old man never thought that someone might be secretly manipulating this sword.

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The two flying swords quickly fought together in the air, Pu Wen finally got his breath, and immediately set his sights on the culprit. The swords came out in full force.

Without the fire limit, Pu Wen's body became unbreakable again. The ten flying swords splashed sparks on his body, but they still couldn't hurt the root, but as time went by, the golden light in his eyes was gradually replaced by a red light, and his whole body It also became more restless and crazy.

After slapping the flying swords flying in front of him with a slap, Pu Wen's feet flashed, and he took the tiger step in a beastly manner. The old man was shocked when he saw this, and he used magic to dodge, although it was dangerous to avoid the sharp claws, But there were still several shocking scratches on the Taoist robe behind him.

Pu Wen was obviously very angry, and once again caught up with the old Taoist, he twisted his body and swung his tail fiercely at the opponent.

Today's whisk is completely bald, and after giving birth to a pathetic length of less than two feet, it has nothing to do with it. In the end, it was naturally smashed by Pu Wen and the handle of the whisk, but fortunately, it blocked the blow.

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As time passed, the sky was completely dark, a full moon hung in the sky, and a few clouds floated to the two of them at this time.

The old Taoist was out of breath after being chased by the opponent, and he already had the intention of retreating. Seeing the surrounding clouds at this moment, he immediately got a flash of inspiration and did not look back. Pu Wen was so red-eyed long ago, he didn't even think about it Just follow up.

After a while, a sneaky head appeared from the place where the two of them disappeared. After seeing that there was no one around, he looked scared and got out of the clouds, and then he was about to ride the clouds and leave.

After realizing that he couldn't beat Pu Wen, the old Taoist finally made the decision to run away. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, a figure broke through the clouds and came to him in an instant.

Looking at the lingering guy in front of him, a trace of hostility flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed his true yang saliva on the opponent with a "poof".

Before Pu Wen could react, ten flying swords appeared behind him at the same time, and then were pierced through his body with a "poof".

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The old Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the image of the boy with white hair began to age at this time. He mentioned Pu Wen's corpse with a tired face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Just when he was about to cast a spell to extract the soul, a heavy sound suddenly came from behind. hit.

The old man was physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme at this moment. How could he withstand this? He fell from the clouds. During the fall, a golden figure flashed past. It was Pu Wen who was supposed to be dead.

Pu Wen stared at the old Taoist with both eyes, and fell at the same speed as the other party. As for his "corpse", it turned into a puff of white smoke after a "bang" sound.

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On the ground, after Xiao Chai wounded Yao Jian and Yuan He, the two formidable enemies, he went directly towards Battelle. Unexpectedly, as soon as he rushed a few steps, there was a loud noise from the enemy behind him.

Xiaochai paused in her footsteps, and looked back, but saw the sky filled with smoke and dust, and an ominous premonition surged in the woman's heart.The three armies also stopped their actions at this moment, and slowly approached the center of the smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, there was a deep pit on the ground. In the deep pit, a monster with a terrifying appearance was squatting on an old Taoist. The monster stretched out its right claw and pressed directly on the unconscious old Taoist's chest.

"No!"

Xiao Chai finally realized something, and hurriedly opened her mouth to stop, but she was too far away, so far away that the monster had already pierced the old man's chest with its sharp claws before the sound could be conveyed.

Time seems to stand still at this moment...

Xiaochai, as the Xiao family, knew the purpose of this trip. After confirming that her master had fallen, she resolutely turned her head and glared at Dayan's aunt and nephew not far away.

Today, she will use the blood of the Dayan family to pay homage to Master.

Then, a white figure rushed out...

In the deep pit, Pu Wen, who had killed the old Taoist, was completely fierce, and the glowing swastika on his forehead was disappearing little by little.

He raised his head and howled at the moon, and the people around him subconsciously began to retreat slowly when they saw this, but what made their scalps tingle was that the monster turned its head and grinned at them, as if it was laughing.

The next moment, the golden figure in the deep pit rushed out...

(After Yangkang, my brain was not very bright, and my condition was not good. In addition to the renovation upstairs, I couldn’t write during the day. I posted it late, so I’m sorry everyone.)
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