Chen Ping'an kicked the other party's waist and ribs with his toes, kicking the ancient witch who was bounced up on the ground.

If the ancient witch who had not temporarily replaced a brand new wizard, she would have almost been kicked in the waist by this kick.

The ancient witch slapped the ground with one palm, stopped slipping back, and floated up. As soon as she stood still, she saw a face that was becoming clearer and clearer before she could move.

Chen Ping'an grabbed the other party's arm with both hands and pulled it out hard.

Then hit the head against the head.

One of his arms was torn and broke on the spot and was thrown out by him.

The ancient witch had one arm left.

Chen Ping'an hit the other party with a knee, bent his body forward, pulled off the remaining arm at the same time, and then hit the other party's heart with his shoulder.

Like a mountain chisel.

A simple shoulder bump would bring the momentum of the iron cavalry chiseling formation.

The ancient witch was knocked back and stood firm on the edge of the divine platform.

Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist gently and threw his arm in his hand back to the other party.

The ancient witch had just used his mind to pull the first-handed arm back to his side, connecting it with the broken mouth on his shoulder, and quickly sewed it up by himself, and then raised his hand to catch the second arm. At this moment, the hemp clothes on his body under his clothes had changed again, and had become the thickest raw hemp material, without any hindrance, and was as rare as ordinary people cut it off with a blade. It was indeed the etiquette system of cutting down the slash, which was a higher level than Qi Huang.

Yes.

As the first great witch to communicate with gods on the earth, she will of course give the most etiquette and solemn memorial and mourning for the collapse and extinction of the ancient divine.

The ancient witches wore different specifications and ritual marinades, which are different levels of physical toughness, different martial arts heights, and different numbers of essence incense carrying.

He was wearing a shaking blue shirt and stood barefoot on the snow-white divine platform, clenched his fist with one hand and spread his palm forward with the other hand.

Even if there are ten thousand years apart, the ancient witch can clearly understand the other party’s intentions.

Please punch.

Ancient Witch, who once enjoyed worship of countless earthly creatures, once saw the heads and backs of countless earthly creatures on the divine platform.

After that, the opponent seemed to be in a prison, at most he moved one foot and allowed the ancient witch to launch an attack in close proximity.

On the snow-white divine platform, there seemed to be hundreds of figures of Maiyi at the same time, and there was only one blue one.

Two thick and powerful fist spirits are as vast as water, like the scene at the confluence of the two rivers on earth, with different colors, one green and one yellow.

The speed and strength of the ancient witch's fist handing has indeed changed drastically. I don't know what magical power it is, but it can actually call some of Chen Ping'an's external fist intentions.

In addition, the ancient witch can actually imitate many magical powers of his fist intention and "transform" them on the divine platform. The fist intention is clustered like a flying sword forming a formation, wrapping up the true meaning of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The ancient witch can even "express" a handful of ancient divine weapons at will, for example, there are narrow swords to investigate, specializing in the "dragon veins" of some key areas of the martial artist's body.

How could later generations imagine that martial arts can be so wise?

Finally, he was swept hard on the cheek with one leg.

Chen Ping'an's body did not move at all, but just tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the contrary, the ancient witch was struck by a huge force and stood dozens of feet away. The white bones on her calf were exposed, and there were fine cracks. Straws of light golden blood slid down her calf and flowed on the spotless snow-white mirror.

Although the man in blue-shirt standing on the top of martial arts in the opposite direction, although he did not say anything, the ancient witch could clearly sense the other party's meaning.

Weak, too weak!

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No one who watched the game thought Chen Ping'an would lose, but not many thought Chen Ping'an could win so easily.

Xu Xie felt that he had just arrived at the National Master's Mansion and had to deduce it. How to crack the method of suppressing victory was obviously because he thought too much about it.

As long as Chen Ping'an approaches, he will definitely die. The question is how to prevent Chen Ping'an from approaching? There is no solution!

As for the Dali Capital City, except for Song Yunjian, who was named Yanning, there were Aunt Feng who could see the truth at first sight. She had rarely drunk alcohol today. She pressed her elbows against the stone slab of the temple of the Fire God, smiled and looked up at the battle situation in the sky. She vaguely felt that the colorful ancient witch looked familiar. However, after the collapse of the gods, her old gods like hers, in addition to the demotion of the gods and the reduction of their priesthood, they also lost many difficult memories. Especially when the young master was invincible, the ancient gods like her were even more like the ordinary "forgetful when they were old", and it was helpless. In a sense, it was also a lucky thing.

There was also an old coachman Su Kan who set up a small table in his yard, where two dishes of pickled vegetables were placed on the table. The old man sitting on a small stool took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and picked up a chopstick dish, which was crispy, creaky, and relished. He saw the several unique skills of the White Bone Taoist. He, an ancient god who once served in the Jade Kan Division of the Yushu Courtyard, could not help but feel the most annoying.

Then there is Yuan Hua Realm, Taoist Ge Ling, a group of earthly branches monks who stayed in the capital.

Ge Ling asked softly: "Don't you really need to call Zhou Haijing and the others back?"

Yuan Huajing shook his head and said, "No need."

Unfortunately, due to the restrictions of the capital formation, he was unable to convey his thoughts for the time being. However, he believed that with Master Chen's achievements, he could not treat himself badly. After all, the improvement of the killing power of the Earthly Branch lineage, in addition to the "multiplier" of Zhou Haijing's martial arts realm, it was the turn of Yuan Hua's flying sword "Yelang" to improve the quality rank.

Ge Ling and the others can see the general situation. They have a calm mind that "I am the same camp as the national teacher" and a kind of heart that "it seems like we have suffered similar hardships." In short, they are in a very complicated mood.

There is also a guest in the Imperial Heaven Supervision of Beijing who is knowledgeable but still white, holding a stack of books in his hand and looking up at the sky.

Zhu Su's scalp was numb when he saw the cliff outside the Qingxuan Cave of Yuan Ruzhan. It was thanks to the ancient witch's bones that were tough enough, otherwise he would have been torn off a head by the Hidden Officer, right?

It’s not that Zhu Su is short-sighted, so she makes a fuss because it is a completely different scene and meaning from the Sword.

Like a weak scholar wearing a Confucian shirt, sitting on the ground at the ruins of the academy in the wilderness, chewing a pot of bloody raw meat. When he looked up, he still smiled warmly.

Is it strange?

This is to throw the Yin Guan, who has completely let go of his hands and feet, into the wild world. She couldn't imagine those scenes.

The old master of Qingqiu who surrounded the capital with his huge body was also frightened. She still knew how good the ancient witch had attained martial arts and how proficient in the methods of asking God to surrender to the truth. In the realm where the offenders were imprisoned, there were several great monks who could not survive the time to wash away their bodies. It is hard to say whether they were determined to die or whether the heart of Taoism collapsed and became obsessed with it. They wanted to cross the "chain". Without the need for the enemy to take action, the ancient witch would come forward to stop and kill it one by one. Therefore, the white bone Taoist who was ambitious to establish a sect and call his ancestors returned to the world, and deliberately won over the nameless ancient witches only remain silent and ignored them.

Perhaps in order to relieve the pressure in his heart, the old master of Qingqiu deliberately changed the topic and did not talk about the martial arts show in the arena, and asked Bai Jing, "Are you Taoist couple with him?"

Xie Gou rubbed the mink hat, "It's all your business."

The fox face of the old master of Qingqiu is also very charming, and he smiled with a smile: "He seems to be seriously injured, and he insists on acting voluntarily and handing the sword. He is not afraid of recovering from injury but continues to fall. Sister Bai Jing, don't you stop him?"

Xie Gou pulled the corner of his mouth, "The fox only knows the joy of bed, but actually knows the love of men and women."

Since the two of them are in love and are determined to be a Taoist couple, and they are all pure sword cultivators. Then whether Bai Jing or Xie Gou, she must respect Xiao Mo's all handing over swords or not, respect his mistakes, hesitation, or respect his consequences and resolutely, in short, respect his all good and bad, life and death, and freedom.

This is how the sword cultivator Bai Jing was ten thousand years ago and what love was ten thousand years later.

The old master of Qingqiu rolled up a snow-white fox tail and covered half of his face, like a lady covering her face with a silk fan. "Love something, whether it is clear or turbid, you can never get around the joy of love and desire. Now the Taoist scholars do not understand the true meaning of this, so they belittle this matter why the art of room is in the room. How can they know that the world is like a journey against the enemy? Isn't it everyone in the room to practice Taoism and seek immortality? Isn't it better to let my sister teach you?"

Xie Gou shook his sleeves, his face full of murderous aura, and threatened: "Wandhoof, I'll kill you."

She actually said in her heart: "If you have any secrets of the Taoist book, you can give me a few books, preferably one with pictures."

Xie Gou did not forget to remind him, "By the way, Sister A Zi, don't be too wrong with the secret book content. It is better to take into account the excellent Taoism."

The old master of Qingqiu gently brushed his eyelids with his fox tail and sighed: "Who can imagine that a sword cultivator like Bai Jing would fall into the love sect and never return."

Xie Gou immediately turned against others and cursed: "The slutty lady is shameless and shameless, right?"

The old master of Qingqiu sighed, and the fox tail drooped gently. It nodded and said, "Yes, how could it not be? If you can wait until the storm is over, I will give you dozens of movies."

While chatting with Bai Jing, she couldn't help but feel sad and depressed. My children have been in a state of decline for a long time.

After all, it is a man who is short-speaking and soft-hearted. After seeing her being pleasing, Xie Gou persuaded her kindly: "Sister doesn't have to be frowning. The sky is vast and the earth is vast. As long as you are not stupid, you will be silly and seek death. With my sister's teachings, you can't go anywhere and feel uncomfortable."

The old master of Qingqiu said in confusion: "Does Bai Jing know the mood of taking care of others?"

The girl with a sable hat looked serious, as if she was talking to herself: "The world is long and has been floating for a long time. This body was originally not worried about sorrow, and she was most afraid of seeing gentleness."

The old master of Qingqiu was stunned at first, then shocked, and exclaimed: "Bai Jing, I didn't expect that you could have this insight besides the sword path."

Xie Gou looked calm and waved his hand, "Don't be surprised, you are just some book writers, but I am the book writer who is about to publish my works."

The old master of Qingqiu thought carefully and asked tentatively: "Do you plan to record the experience of the robbery ten thousand years ago, and then compile it into a book, and ask the scholar to help you proofread and polish it, and sell it to the Shanzawa Nobuya?"

Xie Gou looked disgusted and pointed at her, "Hair is long and short, so he can say some bad things that are really bad."

The old master of Qingqiu turned his head, looked at the snow-white platform floating in the sky, and murmured to himself: "I am also the same as that ancient witch. I mistakenly thought that this experience could be seen by the 'that existence'. I believe that if I really saw it, I would not be so ecstatic. If I couldn't see it, I would not be as sad as a fellow Taoist. It was just a little empty."

Xie Gou sneered: "Zhou Mi intends to break the old heavenly strips and release you all, just to let you come to the world to make trouble."

The old master of Qingqiu smiled and shook his head, "That's why you underestimated me."

The girl with mink hat ignored her and glanced at the Qingxuan Cave and stomped her feet, "This stupid guy."

Xie Gou said to the old master of Qingqiu: "The fox tail builds a bridge."

The old master of Qingqiu did the same. He raised a snow-white fox tail, and Xie Dog jumped onto the fox tail. He threw the girl with a sable hat to the side of the Jingji Ape Rutten.

Xie Gou settled down and said, "Zhu Su, quickly open your heart and stabilize your natal flying sword, you are in the way."

Zhu Su didn't know the truth, but she still didn't ask the specific reason. She really held her breath and concentrated her mind. She did it and immediately took the two flying swords within the "Three Lases" into the two natal acupoints.

Xie Gou shook his sleeve, slid out of the sword, held the sword in his left hand, and pinched the sword with his right hand as his sword finger. He quickly tapped several places between Zhu Su's eyebrows, and then stabbed the sword quickly into Zhu Su's heart. The sword blade was empty and penetrated into Zhu Su's human cave used to "copy" the mantra without any obstacles. He cut off the water pattern, leaving only a faint trace. Zhu Su's brow frowned slightly, and even if there was a pain of pectoris, his body remained motionless.

Xie Gou pulled out the short sword, the sword blade turned into a real object again, spread his palm with his right hand, gathered five thunders, and gently shook the tip of the sword with his left hand, knocking down several objects like bright red earthworms, falling into the thunder bureau in the palm of his palm. They were immediately refined by the thunder method, making a sirloin, and extremely fishy smell.

Zhu Su Dao's heart was shocked.

Xie Gou waved his hand, dispelled the smell, glared at Zhusu, and said unhappily: "If it hadn't been discovered in time, the Master of the Three Courts would have occupied the magpie's nest without realizing it. He would have quietly created the Lord of the God in your Qi Mansion. One or two hundred years later, your skin should be a mountain and forest deed for the Taoist Master Baibo! After that, every time you sacrifice the "Three Lasagna" of the flying sword, it can use the flying sword as a ferry and wander around you casually. One day, it will be completely and the guest will be the mainstay."

Zhusu's face turned slightly pale.

Any big monster that can be rampant in the ancient land for thousands of years will not be able to save money.

It was not that the White Bone Taoist was ahead of his prediction. He wanted to deliberately target Zhu Su early on, but she was too careless and was taken advantage of by the White Bone Taoist.

Xie Gou said: "There are no hidden dangers now. You still have the chance to draw the gold in that hydrology. Take your time and don't worry."

Xie Gou said seriously: "Working as a private sword in the wilderness, your heart is tense every day. When you reach Haoran, you have become a genealogical monk. Especially when you get the "Great Sword Immortal" you have always dreamed of, of course you will suddenly relax, and there will be big problems in your Taoist heart."

Zhu Su was sweating profusely and bowed, "I have received the teachings, Zhu Su has thanked me here."
To be continued...