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As long as there is a dispute over the road, a battle of life and death, it will be like two armies confronting each other, with arrows on the strings having to be fired, and there will be no room for surrender without a fight or for giving way to detours.

When Jiang She pulled out the formation-breaking spear, Chen Pingan immediately took out a sword fairy banner that had been obtained from Li Zhen in the past and stabbed it heavily on the ground. The sword fairy banner had been refined into a life object not long ago.

Zi, who only dared to succeed in the refining process before, was placed on the top of the "mountain temple" made of five-color soil by Chen Pingan, but now a separate natal cave has been opened for him.

A total of eighteen sword immortals with silver eyes and ethereal figures floated out from among them. The "robes" they wore were all made of refined talismans.

Jiang She's burly figure turned into a rainbow light, and on the ground, the formation-breaking spear brought out arcs of fireflies. The sword fairies in the way were as brittle as pieces of paper, and they didn't even have a chance to draw their swords.

Every time the spear came into contact with the Sword Fairy's body, it was like snowballs splashing out.

Jiang She arrived in front of Chen Pingan in an instant, and the pair of golden eyes that caught his eye were so abominable!

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly, and he tried to take back the Sword Immortal Banner, but was shot by Jiang She to shatter the consciousness.

Jiang She twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to hold the temporarily ownerless sword fairy flag, and casually broke it.

There was a muffled thunderous sound inside Chen Ping'an's body as he shrank to the distance.

A sword fairy banner that was carefully refined and carved with thousands of talismans as inscriptions, together with a natal cave, were now useless. Jiang She knew that this kid also had many great refining natal items hidden in his body. How could an ordinary monk dare to do this?

The pursuit of quantity can lead to a large-scale refining of natal objects. If all fights can be won by magic weapons, who among the monks who have lived for thousands of years is not the owner of hundreds of natal objects? However, what Chen Ping'an did was actually

That's right, as a half-Yi, he has a good innate foundation, a hungry stomach, and is not afraid of overstuffing. If he is given another two or three hundred years of cultivation, he can open up more than a thousand Qi Palaces in that human body, and then use the great refinement of his life.

When the things are sitting in it, and the enlightenment is soaring, they probably all think that the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is not enough? It can be regarded as a brilliant method that has never been done before or since. It is a pity that it is against

Own.

Jiang She shook his head and reminded: "This kind of random object is also worthy of testing the depth of my Taoist power? I advise you not to use it to embarrass me and not use the real trump card?" As he spoke, Jiang She was unstoppable.

Breaking the formation, he aimed a gun directly at Chen Pingan's chest. Chen Pingan did not retreat but advanced, striding forward, letting the spear pierce his chest. With a twist of his wrist, his right hand instantly held up a thunderstorm formed by stacked formations, intertwined with lightning, like a dragon.

The snake swam away. The Thunder Sacrifice Bureau was like a fist, slamming into the door in front of Jiang She. With a hard press, the entire Lei Bureau collided with Jiang She's strong true energy and instantly turned into powder. Jiang She's head shook back after being hit.

, drag the gun back, long

The gun did not forget to twist, and a huge hole was created in Chen Pingan's chest.

After taking more than ten steps back, Jiang Sheti stood still.

It is worthy of a pure and pure divine body, with the realm of cloud water body and water essence. The wounds on the front of the body healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye. Two daggers slipped out of his sleeves, and Chen Pingan gently held them.

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One Caozi dagger, with the inscription Chaolu, was actually named Zhuilu. The other one, with the inscription Muxia, was named Cutting Deer by Chen Pingan. It barely escaped Jiang She's shot at the neck, but Chen Pingan held the dagger and bullied him.

Nearby, a dazzling Big Dipper array appeared out of thin air on the ground. Jiang She was slightly surprised. The second shot still missed, failing to split the guy from head to toe. It turned out that Chen Ping'an didn't know what kind of secret method he had used.

Unexpectedly, Yaoguang and Yuheng handed out daggers at the same time, both of which were real people, and stabbed the temples on one side of Jiang She's head. At the same time, the stars quietly moved.

, the position where Jiang She stood happened to be near the Kaiyang star. Jiang She smiled, but he was not able to shrink quickly enough, so he had to rely on these fancy tricks to make up for his disadvantage.

Even with the aid of formation diagrams and Taoist priest Bu Gang's magical power, his figure is still so slow.

Even if you take advantage of the time and place, it will still be an illusion. Jiang She didn't even bother to move his throne. He just turned his head slightly to avoid one of the Muxia daggers, and then raised his hand to hit the dagger with his palm.

A dagger engraved with the morning dew inscription, a Caozi dagger with a long history and legendary stories.

It collapsed inch by inch and shattered like jade fragments.

He stretched out his hand again, grabbed Chen Pingan's face with five fingers, and returned the favor. He also twisted his wrist and knocked Chen Pingan to the ground.

The ground shook violently, and Chen Pingan was sunk in the pit, with numerous cracks all around. Jiang She raised his foot and stepped hard on the guy's heart. Chen Pingan's figure turned into eighteen sword lights and dispersed instantly, in the distance.

Gathering his body, Jiang She seemed to disdain to pursue him. He just raised his spear at an angle and pointed at the tip of the spear, and a majestic Dao power condensed like an arrow and shot through the air. Chen Pingan's body exploded again.

After the wound was opened, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the abdomen, which was worthy of the name "empty stomach". The healing speed of the wound this time was obviously slowed down.

slow.

Chen Pingan's face was expressionless, but there was a look of confusion in his eyes. How could Jiang She be so fast?

It should be noted that after Jiang She pulled out his spear to break the formation, he has not yet used any military magical powers, nor has he used any immortal magic. In other words, Jiang She has always used his body as a warrior to fight against the enemy. Furthermore, this

Located at the site of a battlefield, the way of heaven was already superior to Jiang She, the ancestor of the military strategist who was the first to wield a god with his hands. The sword cultivator's natal flying sword was already a special case that was least affected by the long river of time. This is why it is said that one sword can break all laws.

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Since She has no natal magical power and is in the small world of military strategists, how can he completely ignore the obstruction of the long river of time? Most importantly, Chen Pingan has long sacrificed his natal flying sword, the bird in the cage, so Chen Pingan is sitting in the small world and acts like this

The boat was going smoothly, Jiang She was here, but he seemed to be in an invisible realm of frozen glaze.

Not only was it a retrograde ship, it was also hindering the flow of his soul and spiritual energy within his body.

Damn, he deserves to be Jiang She, he is really strong.

Jiang She, who has not yet returned to his peak, is already so strong. What about Taozu, who had the upper hand thousands of years ago?

No wonder Bai Jing would remind him in his heart on the night cruise that when the two armies faced each other, the generals on both sides fought each other in front of the formation just like in the legends of later generations. Daozu was entangled by Jiang She endlessly, and both of them were really angry.

Jiang She walked forward slowly and said with a smile: "Ascending realms don't know how magnificent the scenery of the fourteenth realms are, and it's even harder for a martial artist at the end of the realm to know the weight of the eleventh realm of martial arts."

The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, like dark clouds covering the sun. Jiang She looked up a little and saw a white jade Ganoderma lucidum as big as a mountain, which was photographed towards him.

Jiang She just glanced sideways, kept walking, opened his fist, and casually threw out a punch, easily breaking the jade tree. Then there was a majestic rainstorm of white jade color, splashing on the ground wantonly.

"Didn't the sword holder tell you that all the Qi practitioners who have sought immortality since ancient times are not exceptions? They are all water drinkers and water thieves in a long river." Jiang Sheti rushed to slow down, There was another strange phenomenon on the side, a flying sword shaped like a river on the earth, rushing towards it with fierce momentum, like breaking its embankment. The water of the river containing the raging sword energy seemed to hit a mainstay, stirring up thousands of meters of water mist , a moment later, Jiang She walked out of the flying sword water curtain that concealed the Taoist meaning of the word "blasphemy". He was unscathed, except that a huge turquoise lake appeared on the vast ground in front of him, with vast water waves.

The horizon is boundless. Jiang She saw through the trick at a glance. They were all imitation small worlds made from swords. After the refinement, he could do whatever he wanted and let the refiner change his shape to blind his eyes. The two swords' Dao roots, In fact, it is the "Longqiu" of Chen Ping'an Water Mansion.

The two dragon daggers inside are respectively engraved with the characters "Du" and "Hu".

"There are thousands of so-called caves and monasteries in the world. Which one does not live by water? Who of the so-called monks is not maggots gathering on the corpses of gods? We martial artists do not have this drawback."

Jiang She leisurely walked on the water, and every step he stepped on the lake surface, which was like a green glass mirror, forcibly suppressed the sword intent under the water, preventing it from raising its head like a dragon.

There was another pocket flying sword that was disproportionate to Jiang Du's. It was hidden in Jiang Du's. It sneaked up quietly and insidiously, but it was still only knocked away by Jiang She's shot.

If it weren't for the flying sword being stained with some demonic aura, Jiang She might have had to wait much later to notice the traces of the water curtain that had dispersed and still had lingering sounds.

It turned out to be the natal flying sword "Tian Lai" of the demon clan swordsman of the Zhengrong Sect. The flying sword just now was hit by the tip of the spear, splashing a burst of sparks, and turned into ashes on the way.

This is the power of the spear to break the formation. As long as the grade of the thing being refined is not high enough, if it is touched even slightly, it will break into pieces.

It's a pity for him again. If he were to fight against an ordinary Ascension monk, with these messy spells and magical powers, would an immortal have a chance to gain the upper hand against an Ascension monk?

In an instant, above Jiang She's head, the daytime scene turned into night, and the starry sky was bright, showing a picture of twenty-eight constellations with profound Taoist meaning. Jiang She looked at it intently, and when he took a closer look, it seemed to be made of a real object. The center of the formation, coupled with the twenty-eight talismans made of good materials, "painted" a lifelike painted statue of the twenty-eight constellations. Jiang She looked familiar, and remembered that it turned out to be the one from ancient Zezhou in the Qingming world. The Jincheng Jade Emperor Temple is as if all the gods were "invited" to this place by Chen Ping'an. The gods have returned to their respective places in the stars in the sky. What is slightly weird is that there are still sun and moon outside the star map.

The signs on the same day are, after all, somewhat haphazardly put together.

The large star chart array above his head was just circulating on its own, always ready to go, and showed no signs of attack, so Jiang She ignored it for the time being.

Is it the showmanship that scares people, or is it the trump card that Chen Pingan thinks is the key to victory or defeat? It cannot be just a decoration that wastes spiritual energy. It will be known as soon as it lands.

The real owner who spends money is not in a hurry, and Jiang She, who is just watching the excitement, will only be more patient.

"It's a pity that you are unable to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, and you are not even 'pure', which is pitiful. On the contrary, your own divinity, which you regard as the enemy of the great road, is the only one who has a chance to be pure, which is even more pitiful."

The road was blocked by a large lake in front of him. Jiang She didn't even bother to take a detour and walked straight into it. He stepped on the green mirror as soft as mud. The sword energy that filled the lake was forcibly suppressed.

As arrogant as Jiang She was, he couldn't help but admire in his heart that Chen Ping'an, a young man of such a young age, could actually accumulate so much wealth.

"Eat whatever you want, eat martial arts, eat spiritual energy, magic weapons, gold and copper coins, dragon-slaying platform, etc., all of them are eating a bowl of decapitated rice, and the result is to make wedding clothes for divinity."

"Listen to my advice and you won't be able to shut it down. The outcome of this tug-of-war has already been determined. It's useless to struggle. It's better to admit defeat and lose half of it. The divinity can be fully stretched, which is not a kind of freedom."

"A fight is a fight, fellow Taoists, don't make noises."

At some unknown time, Chen Ping'an was dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a lotus crown on his head and a green gauze Taoist robe. He held a snow-white whisk in his left hand and a miniature imitation white jade pagoda in his right hand.

The Tao Qi all over the body is as thick as real substance, with a dazzling yellow-purple light, and behind him are the two haloes of the sun and the moon.

When he finally spoke, he made fun of Jiang She.

On the imitation object hanging in the air in the palm of "Taoist priest" Chen Ping'an's hand, there is a white jade capital, five cities and the twelfth floor, each with wisps of slender treasure light flowing, and green book secrets with bursts of Taoist charm. Jiang She

Hearing this, he laughed angrily. In his field of vision, there was a green-glazed pavilion in the middle of the lake. A swordsman in white clothes who looked like he was cooking wine to entertain guests came out. He raised his sword and walked out of the pavilion. He said with a heroic smile: "The hero is very skilled. Please report it to me."

name, and me

After drinking, it’s your turn to go up the mountain to gather together.”

Jiang She felt confused and didn't say a word to him. He swept forward, raised his gun, and shattered the illusion of the swordsman blocking the road on the spot.

It was said to be an illusion, but in Jiang She's opinion, if he were an ordinary master of martial arts, Zhijie Wufu would have to spend countless efforts to defeat him.

Jiang She quickly figured out the connection and said disapprovingly: "The eleventh-level warrior who is imagined out of thin air cannot be used for much purpose."

Taoist priest Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You talk too much, and you lose your demeanor as a master. Taoist friends should learn from me and understand the truth of preserving the spirit early on."

Waving his fly whisk in Jiang She's direction, the Taoist priest said, "You are a tyrannical person and a rebel against the Dao. How dare you show off your cruelty and just accept your death?"

Jiang She couldn't help but laugh. If throwing a fist at him was a sign of acknowledging one's ancestors, then by using this magical power of Yin soldiers crossing the border, are you determined to change your surname to Jiang? I saw troops arrayed on the lake. A rough estimate

There are hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers and ghosts in the cluster, each forming a formation and erecting a large banner. Some of the leading generals are wearing armor and holding spears, or sitting in military tents. For a time, the Yin soldiers on the lake are in jingle, with horseshoes and drums.

The sound was like thunder, soaring straight into the sky. The killing energy condensed one after another, condensing into thick black clouds in the sky. On each sea of ​​clouds floating in the sky like ink, there were magic warriors wearing precious armor like locusts and ants.

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To be continued...