The sword light came in full force.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, the Taoist White Bone did not dare to force the sword. He used his natal magic power to turn the purple robe into a weak place. He actually frozen the flowing water of time around and cut the blue sky into a temporary temple, as if condensed into a large piece of purple glass, with textured tendons and veins inside, as if there were thousands of dragons and snakes winding in it.

In a flash, the sword light broke through the air and flew into the air, like an iron cone that chiseled a crack in the ice glass. The sword light was wrapped in various dragon beards.

The sky was filled with huge ice cracks, and the shadows in the purple glass were seen, which were the traces of the sword light constantly swaying, breaking the barrier and searching for the master of the dojo.

The White Bone Taoist who was hiding in the shadow breathed a little relieved. Fortunately, he was not given the head by a sword. According to the style of this sword cultivator, he never spared no effort to ask anyone about the sword. The first sword is the same as the last sword, which means that some people are fighting.

Suddenly, the sword light surged, and the whole piece of purple glass shattered. The body of the White Bone Taoist was knocked out of the Taoist temple and rushed towards the sky. The White Bone Taoist grabbed a sword light that was approaching his heart with both hands, and for a moment he didn't care about taking back the purple robe. It could only do its best to prevent the sword light from piercing a Taoist body. The sword light and the White Bone's hands rubbed violently, splashing countless Mars.

A sword leans against the sky.

The sword light crushed two arms and nailed them into the chest of the White Bone Taoist, and the tip of the sword penetrated out from the back.

Since you want me to die, the White Bone Taoist said with a slight look: "I will refine your flying sword!"

The purple robes that were broken into millions were like imperial orders, like ancient talismans attached to the sword light.

The White Bone Taoist did not need words or voices. He quickly tapped the sword light with his fingertips, giving him a "sense of heaven" Dharma words from the Nine-level Yunxiao Courtyard of the Ancient Heavenly Court. What is the sound of heaven? The shape of mountains and rivers is the change of the world, and the great sacred land on earth is also the change of direction. Even the ancient demon clan refines the shape and the earthly immortals have the appearance of Dharma.

The fingers of the White Bone Taoist created ten vortexes of colorful glass colors on the seemingly invincible sword light.

Sword cultivator Xu Xie stabilized his heart.

The bamboo eardrums, who were also watching the battle in the distance, were not at all irritable, but instead pulled her natal flying sword, buzzing in the human body, like singing and resonance.

Zhu Su has just entered the Immortal Realm, so she has such an opportunity to wait for herself?

She hurriedly wrote down the "music music of the great way" and copied them one by one with sword techniques, shaped like a undulating hydrological pattern.

Just by watching the battle, the sword art will benefit a lot. Just like the first sword refining game after the Great Sword Immortal Zhu Su came out of seclusion.

The Taoist White Bone was becoming more and more shocked. Why is this sword light so... almost like Tao?

It should be noted that it has been deliberately showing weakness. When the guy handed over the sword, the White Bone Taoist finally stopped hiding too much. He took the sword technique with one hand, which seemed to be awkward, but in fact it had used the sword locking technique, ancient mantras, ancient refining methods, and three great magical powers.

Its Tao body has specially opened up a furnace with the Dragon Transformation Pond as the "Basic Source". It was detained for ten thousand years and was not allowed to die. Instead, it worked hard to refine this furnace as an altar, constantly deducing from the "Yin and Yang Creation", raising the rank of the grade, pursuing the word "Heaven and Earth", and elevating to the extreme is "Tao"!

Finally, the 365 Qi Mansions were successfully melted into a furnace. The White Bone Taoist was confident in sacrificed this altar, and all things could be refined. No matter how you are a sword cultivator in the 14th level, you will be destroyed if you come to this altar and walk on it. If your Taoist power is weaker, the flying sword will be refined on the spot and become the great resource for the master of the Three Courts.

Xu Xie said in his heart: "This white bone must have something to rely on to dare to be so arrogant."

If it were me, I would never want to treat Chen Ping'an as an imaginary enemy. I took a step back and said that even if I think I have a great chance of winning, as long as I am not sure of winning, I will definitely be able to kill the other party, otherwise Xu Xie would not have fought with Chen Ping'an.

Cao Ci said uncertainly: "Maybe he wants to use Chen Ping'an's eleventh realm boxing intention to help him break the shell of ignorance on a layer of the great way so that he can return to the 14th realm?"

The unknown Taoist Taoist who had previously been punched by Chen Ping'an several times. He deliberately did not use any tricks. The golden body repaired very quickly, which was a deliberate provocation.

You should know that Chen Ping'an's sage of a god-beating drum is best at hitting the turtle shells of a great monk on the top of the mountain.

Xu Xie nodded and said, "It is possible that stones from other mountains can attack jade. I guess they use the way to resolve immortals by corpses, and they can be combined with the Tao for the second time?"

After a moment of silence, Xu Xie suddenly said, "Cao Ci, is there a possibility that the ancient Taoist priests who had been ten thousand years ago were indeed not as complicated as ours, and they were not as tricks and full of tricks?"

Cao Ci smiled and said, "Xu Jun, I'm afraid I can't answer such a question."

Xu Xie was silent, and right, Cao Ci was clear in nature, but only martial arts was pure.

If a gentleman is like a jade, Xu Xie thinks that Cao Ci around him is one of the few people who deserve this statement.

To the north of Luopo Mountain, in the snail shell temple on Huimeng Mountain, Xiao Mo, who was sitting on the cushion, was still in a natural state even though his seven orifices were bleeding and his robe was soaked in blood.

He used a heart of Tao to control the sword light. In the crystal clear white jade temple, the Taoist qi was as thick as water and the blue waves were rippling.

A sword light that "leads from the cave" swayed gently, and the sword intent was abundant, and the ripples hit the wall, like blowing a magic snail, making a loud bang.

The White Bone Taoist sighed softly, letting the sword light penetrate the Taoist body, but the altar was still unable to be detained, and in vain, it exposed a killer weapon at the bottom of the box.

With one hand, he stolen the more than 300 Qi Mansions, so as not to affect the foundation of an altar. The White Bone Taoist turned his body and let the sword light tilt to cut open the Taoist body. With one hand, he would take back the pieces of the purple robes that turned into sword locking talismans.

At this moment, a slender woman wearing a golden dragon robe and an imperial crown appeared quietly at the junction of sea and land. It was the King of the East China Sea Water Zhu.

She had a pair of golden eyes, and held an ancient inkstone quarried in Jizu Mountain, Baopingzhou. In the inkstone pool, there was a drop of water taken from the Nanshan Temple in Beijuluzhou. This was her method of creating the Dragon Pond and starting Longqiu after she entered the fourteenth realm.

At this moment, Wang Zhu held up the inkstone, and the water droplets in the inkstone pool swayed gently, emitting bursts of precious light.

You don’t help Zhou Mi, but you want to help the Chen surname? Okay, okay, you deserve to die! You deserve to kill all the virtues that are the same as Bai Ze.

With a swing of his arms, he would smash the sword light back to the cave where the sword cultivator was located.

It seemed a little stagnant, and the white bones took a heavy step forward, the Dharma body leaned forward slightly, and the arms also looked towards the cave where the sword light began.

But he could not see the scene of the sword light hitting the temple. When it turned around, it still maintained its palm towards the cave, but it was still hanging in the air.

It turned out that the wrist was broken and the palm and arm were separated.

The Taoist White Bone without hesitation, restrained all the Taoist energy, used an ancient magical power, escaped into the canoe, and disappeared out of thin air.

What a method that has passed through time.

If the sword cultivator is the only sword cultivator, the White Bone Taoist would not mind playing with him more. No matter how powerful this famous ancient sword cultivator is, he will be able to reach the sky and be able to achieve perfection. However, Bai Jing has many methods that are unreasonable. Even if she falls, the White Bone Taoist would not want to bother him too much. If they join forces, it is difficult after all, so it is better to avoid the edge and make some careful consideration in the future.

The sword light suddenly stretched out, shattering the palm of the hand. The sword light wandered around the sky and began to search for the traces of the White Bone Taoist.

Seeing this, Xu Xie sighed that he was not as good as a sword light. Such a killer and resilience, if the desolate mountain worshiper still had fourteen realms, what kind of sword light would he pass on?

The sword immortal Xu Jun's heart was not overwhelmed, but he became increasingly excited. Sword cultivator should have this skill and power to be considered as a pure word.

On the other hand, Cao Ci's attention was of course still asking both sides of the boxing.

As for the magic and magical powers and swordsmanship, Cao Ci took a few glances, put himself in his shoes, and imagined how he should pass the fist, and forgot it.

On the other side of the divine platform, Chen Ping'an and the ancient witch exchanged punches and slid out each other. On the high platform that was spotless as a mirror, two ravines plowed out with their feet, and snow drips suddenly flew. However, these debris like flying catkins and snow did not go away with the wind and fell back to the ground one by one. The divine platform recovered without increasing or decreasing at all.

Chen Ping'an gently patted his heart and saw tens of thousands of golden ancient runes scattering. The other party passed a fist and was like drawing a talisman, which was wonderful. In an ordinary situation, if you simply regard the other party as a pure martial artist, you will find it slower and in a moment, you will seep into the blood and soul, and you will probably be engraved by the other party on the mountains in the human body.

Chen Ping'an's eyes were hot. This was the true ancient martial arts. Obviously, Jiang She did not use all of them. Of course, it might be that Jiang She's martial arts was different from the ancient witch's path, or was it refined by Jiang She into his own boxing stance and completely changed his appearance. No matter what, ancient martial arts boxing is very considerable and very worthy!

It is really difficult for later generations to learn martial arts to trace the origin like those who practice Taoism. After thousands of years of evolution, boxing techniques have become increasingly distorted, layer by layer, and the relationship between ancient magical powers and immortal magic techniques, the main and tributaries of rivers, and great perseverance and great opportunity to have the opportunity to merge them. However, ancient martial arts are like a lonely peak on the earth. From this mountain climbs to the top and then look at the mountain. How can a pure martial artist in later generations take advantage of his true energy to gather the mountains together?

However, Chen Ping'an's current embarrassing situation is that he has the physique of a martial artist in the eleventh realm, and it is difficult to practice Taoism again. However, learning martial arts is like enclosing land, just to draw a mountain in his own world. Chen Ping'an doesn't mind making the first realm change to two realms to learn Taoism, which is even more difficult.

The more difficult the beginning, as long as you do it by chance, the greater the profit.

The barefoot Chen Ping'an gently twisted his toes. Sure enough, this ancient private dojo used to entertain gods to reward gods, used a method of refining similar to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

It seems that the opposite is true. Should it be the Great Wall of Sword Qi built by the ancestors of the Three Deities later, which was supplemented on this basis?

Gu Wu was punched at the neck, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was hit by a punch to the neck that was left-handed and vortex-shaped, returning to its original state.

He forced a mouthful of blood, and the ancient witch's shoulders moved slightly, and the muscles and bones on his body thundered, which also dispelled the fist intention that Chen Ping'an put on him.

When one punch was handed out, neither side was in a hurry to make up for the second punch. Just like two trainees who met on a narrow road in the world, they should first consider the rough weight of each other.

This ancient witch was wearing an extremely fine linen dress, similar to the mourning of later generations, made of cooked linens and the number of warp and weft threads in millions.

With his eyesight, Chen Ping'an could see some "sources" of many later generations, including the ingenuity of military genius, the robes similar to those of white-haired boys, and the exquisite weaving skills of Jincuicheng.

In an instant, both sides moved at the same time. Chen Ping'an punched the ancient witch's abdomen. The blood of the latter's body suddenly flowed back like a waterfall. Countless blue veins stormed on the skin, shattered, and blood was covered with blood. Two sticky blood fell from his nostrils. Chen Ping'an was also beaten back by a punch and fell to the ground. He slapped the snow-white platform and flipped up. His face was hit by a punch. A mouthful of pure martial arts qi in his body was like a pillar of heaven tilting and shaking.

The fists of both sides shook apart. Because of the possession of the flying sword of her natal life, Zhusu, who was far away on the cliff, also had to withdraw from the state of entering into meditation.

The fine linen clothes on the ancient witch's body fell like ashes, but it revealed a relatively rough mature linen clothes inside, like that little skill.

The number of longitude and weft lines of Ma Yi dropped sharply, but it was obviously thicker, and each thread contained a thicker fist meaning.

Before, he couldn't stand up, but his five-fingered face was hooked, and the ancient witch was like a self-punishing tattoo, causing the entire face to be exposed. Until now, the ancient witch has never been willing to restore its original appearance.

The ancient witch's eyes were complicated, with both a heavy remembrance, a sadness that all enemies and friends on the road had withered, and a hint of unexpected surprise, as if they met an old friend.

Chen Ping'an raised his hand to wipe his ears, wiped the oozing blood clean, then reached out and gently brushed his right arm, forcibly suppressing the disordered and irritable true energy of the fist, and punched the other party in the abdomen. He actually poured back into the rivers and floods spread across the sides of the river. Is it the other party's ability to punch the other party's boxing skills or the same mature clothes? Can it be said that the fist spirit can also be refined into a magic robe?

It's okay, don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities to find out.

The opponent's muscles and bones are strong, the qi and blood are strong, and the body is extremely strong, almost the ultimate that his body can withstand.

An ancient witch had a thick and sturdy arm with dense ancient runes engraved on her skin, like more than a hundred murals piled up, clustered with piles of brocades from later generations. On it were portraits of ancient witches singing and dancing around the fire to worship the sky and entertaining gods, as well as scenes of kneeling on the ground to pray for rain and offering sacrifices.

Another arm seems to be the same as that of ordinary people, but in fact it carves complicated patterns on the "inner wall" of the human body and the world.

Just like the Yin and Yang carvings of later generations of metal and stone, are the ancient witches who want to use human beings as bridges to build the prototype of the heaven and earth?

Perhaps Chen Ping'an's expression seemed too relaxed and freehand. The ancient witch showed an annoyed look and took a deep breath. On the divine platform, there were scents of smoke rising from the snow-white ground as white as a mirror. When they floated to a certain height, there were illusions of "gods" similar to the ancient witch's appearance and smashed the ground with a bang. They were more than ten feet tall, wearing pairs of armor that were manifested by essence incense, and holding various weapons.

When they stand on this divine platform with a radius of hundreds of miles, they are like a martial arts jungle.

Chen Ping'an just raised his arms, stretched out his fingers together, and casually resisted the sharp edge of a giant axe that was slashing from his head.

Sure enough, this axe cuts the soul rather than the body.

However, Chen Ping'an had long speculated, but he would not let it succeed. With the most concise fist intention, he resisted the imaginary giant axe.

With a light push of his finger, the giant axe flipped and retreated in the air, shattering the warrior's head and turning it into a stream of blue smoke on the spot.

With another sleeve, a "Zhenzhen" warrior holding a long sword came to the side. The latter turned into powder and turned into a stream of blue smoke and went into the seven orifices of the god in a place in the center of the God Platform.

This god wearing colorful armor is a hundred feet tall, with both hands on a sword, a golden face and twelve eyes.

Chen Ping'an wandered around the "martial arts world", dispersing the strange existences like soldiers and talismans and powerful men in later generations into green smoke. The scenes that first flocked to the sky soon became sparse. Chen Ping'an's toes slightly, on the shoulders of the martial artist puppets, and his head was squinting to the central area of ​​the high platform. He broke his feet a little under his feet, and the blue smoke rolled into the eyes of the colorful armored general.

In the end, the two sides confronted each other far away.

The ancient witch who used the method of inviting God stood in a corner of the divine platform. Her clothes on her body changed again. The cooked erectus became rougher and the edges were no longer neat, as if they were twisted out with scissors.
To be continued...