Chen Ping'an did not stand still, but walked out of the window and climbed onto the roof of the restaurant with a wide view.

He also did not interfere in this battle.

The Yuanyoujing old man's last punch sent Mao Xiaodong flying ten feet away.

The old man immediately stopped and swept back to get a breath of fresh air.

The Golden Body Realm martial artist immediately moved a few steps sideways, blocking the Yuanyou Realm body in front of him, standing on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.

This is still not safe enough.

The Nine Realms Sword Cultivator takes advantage of every opportunity.

The flying sword flew away.

Straight into Mao Xiaodong.

The speed was so fast that it actually exceeded the first appearance of this natal flying sword.

Not only was Mao Xiaodong's Qi machine unstable, but the rules of heaven and earth were not strict enough. In this short period of time, this old Jindan sword cultivator only relied on several flying sword movements to start to find some gaps and shortcuts.

The sage sits in the small world, and is known as the sky net. However, no matter how fine the mesh of a fishing net is, and the fishing net is always running erratically, there will still be loopholes that can be exploited.

To be able to become the most powerful sword cultivator in the world, and to become a golden elixir earthly immortal, no one is easy to compare with.

Mao Xiaodong reached out and grasped the ruler at his waist, and immediately stabilized his figure.

His snow-white beard was already stained with bits of blood.

Facing the slender flying sword that looked like a tarsal maggot, Mao Xiaodong did not hold it down with two fingers this time.

The big sleeves are rolled up and the flying sword is directly inserted into the sleeves.

Then I saw strands of sword energy blooming from the big sleeves, the cuffs turned, and at the same time there were bursts of tearing sounds of silk fabrics.

The Far Traveling Realm martial artist had finished breathing. He kicked the ground and cracked traces like spider webs on the street. The martial arts master used the power of wind and thunder to once again take advantage of the opportunity created by his allies to fight with Mao Xiaodong at close range.

The mountain master of the academy who unexpectedly "emerged" to the Jade Pu Realm, distanced himself and used up their chances to kill them all.

Being stared at by a distant travel realm master.

Ordinary Earthly Immortal monks' Qi will be pulled by it, and they cannot allow themselves to be distracted.

A burly man wearing silver-white armor used two extremely rare high-grade rank square-inch talismans in succession, as well as the green coir raincoat talisman that concealed his body shape and energy. It actually allowed him to seize an area where the flow of time was weakest, making him

Falling from the sky, he intertwined the fingers of his hands and formed a punch, hitting Mao Xiaodong's head.

At the critical moment.

The flying sword shrouded in Mao Xiaodong's sleeve was about to break open and jump out.

The Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm is about to kill him with one punch.

But the truly most dangerous killing move was that of the Dragon Gate Realm military monk who covered his body with armor pills.

Except for the formation master who was almost useless, the other four assassins worked together flawlessly.

It is hard to imagine that among the four people, only the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Golden Body Realm martial artist are long-time acquaintances.

The ruler hanging on Mao Xiaodong's waist fell off on its own.

Like a slap on the cheek of the military monk, the whole person flew away and hit the ridge of a distant roof, shattering a large piece of tiles.

Mao Xiaodong rubbed his toes on the ground, raised his sleeves, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sword cultivator farthest away from him, "I'll give it back to you."

In an instant, the world turned upside down and twisted.

Just like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted randomly by a naughty boy but never crumpled into a ball, it is indescribably grotesque and absurd.

The Far-Traveling Warrior watched helplessly as he passed by Mao Xiaodong.

Moreover, Mao Xiaodong turned into an "inverted" posture.

It's obviously very close.

But it's far away in the distance.

The layer of paper that appeared was densely packed with golden words, each as big as a fist, which were classic articles written by Confucian sages to educate the common people.

He turned around and roared: "Be careful!"

Mao Xiaodong seemed to be moving slowly, but after the figure of Mao Xiaodong disappeared in the east, it appeared in the west, and then turned to the north. However, no matter the direction, Mao Xiaodong was always closing the distance between him and the Golden Body Realm martial artist.

The golden body martial artist didn't even know where he should hide.

Just like that, the tall old man appeared in front of him out of nowhere and slapped his whole head off.

And the military monk at the Longmen Realm kept having the ruler hit his armor like raindrops.

The small world returns to normal order.

Mao Xiaodong held the shoulders of the headless body with one hand to prevent the body from falling to the ground. He looked at the old swordsman from the Nine Realms with red eyes in the distance and asked: "Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"

Mao Xiaodong suddenly flicked his wrist, and the body flew out and hit the wall of a shop, turning into a big pile of flesh.

Both the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Far Traveling Realm martial artist saw countless smaller golden words pouring into the tall old man's Qi Mansion from all directions in the world.

Both of them looked tragic and had a desolate feeling in their hearts.

How to fight this?

The two looked at each other.

They all saw determination in each other's eyes.

Mao Xiaodong looked around. From the beginning to the present, there were no clues, so there should be no Jade Pu Realm monks hiding there.

In other words, these five assassins who are determined to die have no backup plan.

Mao Xiaodong lifted up the torn sleeve, looked at it, raised his head and said: "You sword cultivators, earth immortals, and martial arts masters, haven't you all been calling the academy monks, are you all embroidered pillows who can only talk?

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Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "Yes, you are indeed right."

The sword cultivator and the old man from Yuanyuan Realm felt tight in their hearts.

Mao Xiaodong strolled leisurely in the courtyard, like a scholar meditating in his study.

In the border area of ​​​​this small world, flying swords like swordsman's natal objects flew up.

Although the rank of the flying sword is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the natal flying sword of Guanhai realm and Longmen realm swordsman.

But with such a large number, who dares to take it lightly?

Not only that, but there were also Confucian scholars in blue shirts with different ages appearing on the roofs of various places, holding books or carrying swords.

The same level of cultivation is not high.

Just like winning by quantity.

In the streets and alleys, groups of burly soldiers wearing iron armor poured out.

Those flying swords of different shapes and sizes rushed towards the Jindan Sword Cultivator one after another.

The Confucian scholars on the roof and the armored warriors on the ground rushed towards the Far Traveling Realm warriors.

Mao Xiaodong came to the military monk who was tired of dealing with the ruler, but did not get close, and said: "You are the real dead warrior, you use the military armor pill as a cover, and you carry the golden elixir of the earthly immortal monk.

, as long as you get close to me, you will die with me. Even if you can't kill me, I will lose half my life for you and leave it to the other assassins, which is enough to keep me, Mao Xiaodong, here."

The military master Longmen Realm monk had firm eyes and turned a deaf ear to Mao Xiaodong's words. He only blocked the ruler with a fist to prevent the Jiawan from being knocked to pieces by it.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand and pointed at the monk.

On the ground around the monks, strings of golden characters rose up, like the pillars of a house rising from the ground.

Eventually a prison was formed.

The military monk smiled miserably, with a ferocious expression on his face. Countless golden rays of light bloomed from his body and Qi Palace, and his whole person was shattered into pieces.

Even if he couldn't kill Mao Xiaodong, he still had to destroy the ruler, which must be a key life object.

It was just the suicide of a Longmen realm military monk and the explosion of a golden elixir, which completely destroyed the golden cage of the sage's words.

The ruler was safe and sound, but the words engraved on it were somewhat dim in spirit.

It gently floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hand.

Mao Xiaodong hangs on his waist.

Although Nine Realm Sword Cultivators are surrounded by dangers, their lives are not in danger.

The old man from the Far Traveling Realm killed all the Confucian scholars and soldiers within three feet of him, all of them were broken into pieces, and he mixed them with powerful aura. The puppets contained spiritual energy, and they were beaten into a turbid state that Mao Xiaodong could not control for the time being.

spirit.

Mao Xiaodong remained expressionless and allowed the last two assassins to slowly consume their spiritual energy and true energy.

The spiritual energy in the small world will eventually have its limit.

This is directly related to the stability and duration of this "Cliff Academy".

Therefore, the current world has unconsciously shrunk to a radius of four hundred feet.
To be continued...