Chapter 290: Rest in peace

On the waist of the headless corpse of the swordsman in red, there was an imperceptible faint golden light that flashed away.

The head that rolled to the ground somewhere else showed a drop of slowly condensing blood between its eyebrows.

Chen Pingan turned to look at Lu Tai at the top of the tall branch. The latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and gently rotated it. There was a "trace" of golden gadgets on Lu Tai's side. Fingers lingering, flowing slowly. If it weren't for Chen Pingan's excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to spot it at all.

The "golden robe" that "came to light" on Chen Pingan's body, the place on the shoulder that was cut by the sword master's sword light, has been repaired and mended by himself, and there is no flaw.

The relics of an immortal in the upper five realms can be worn by Yuanying Laojiao all the year round. Of course, it is not an ordinary robe. It is the robe enshrined by the Yugui Sect Yuanying on Osmanthus Island. "Black Bamboo Forest" is still much inferior to this golden wine.

Like a beauty that catches a glimpse, it quickly moved behind the screen, covering up the beauty of the city, so Chen Ping'an changed back to his white robe.

Two Dry Well Talismans exploded in the air.

The two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month are now out of trouble and no longer bound.

Chen Ping'an could clearly feel the angry spirit in the first grade of junior high school. This was normal, because even the docile temperament of Shi Fifteen, who was connected to each other, the emotions coming from him were full of anger.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to mutter silently in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy has a back-up plan."

On the first day of the first year of junior high school, the flying sword flew back and forth in the air, bringing up stripes of The white rainbow sword light is shocking.

The green-colored Flying Sword Fifteen obviously had some resentment, slowly spinning around Chen Ping'an, very puzzled.

Of course they are the best natal flying swords in the world.

But it is not Chen Pingan’s destiny.

The relationship between the two parties is not that of monarch and minister, master and servant, but like Chen Ping'an leading two young children with newly enlightened minds, one with a bad temper and the other with a gentle temperament.

But Chen Pingan thinks this is not bad.

The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is solemn and eerie.

The swordsman in red, who was the Dinghai Shenzhen, was dead. His death was so smooth and smooth. If his body had not turned into a rainbow and came with a menacing force, and then the sword that pierced the heart was unparalleled, all of them would have been unparalleled. People would probably think that this guy is a charlatan who deceives the world and steals his reputation.

The burly man who asked God to come down to him, his silver eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

This person was the most powerful before and was in the limelight for a while. Now his face is pale, his lips are trembling, and he looks pitiful and hesitant to speak.

He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance and dared to stand there without moving. He had no courage to pick them up, for fear that he would be heartbroken by flying swords in the next moment.

The middle-aged swordsman’s eyes were dark and unclear, and he already wanted to quit.

His hands drooped naturally, and his previously clear sleeves no longer looked abnormal.

WeiThe only small willow-leaf sword with a hollow hosta as its scabbard hovered above his shoulder, like a loyal guard dog, protecting its master.

A hunt that was thought to be nothing more than an autumn outing ended up in a desolate situation with heavy casualties.

As for the two young foreigners, one was unscathed in battle, and the one on the tree was even more unscathed.

At this moment, these wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers, who were considered to be influential in their respective places, felt the fear of the Immortal Family Cave on the mountain, and once again enveloped their hearts.

The old formation master was so disheartened that the formation was just a few steps away from being completed, but was completely destroyed by this swordsman who suffered a thousand blows.

Stealing a chicken is a waste of money, and two proud disciples died on the spot. Those two unlucky children, their aptitudes are not amazing, but they are well-behaved and obedient, making their arousal smooth.

The old formation master took out the orbs in his sleeves again and formed formations one by one. The small formations formed a large protective formation.

Stand ready.

The Qi practitioner who practices the Five Elements Wood Technique is always silent.

Monks like him, who can both attack and defend, can not only move mountains and pull out trees, but also raise flower monsters, insect pets, and plant spirits as auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield. Moreover, they are often good at healing and detoxifying techniques. Although they are often unable to determine the outcome of a battle in one fell swoop, they are a popular type of Qi practitioner.

If you can choose three people to go together, then the most lethal and invincible sword cultivator, the invincible military cultivator, plus a farmer's pharmacist, a Taoist Waidan sect disciple, or a Mufa Qi practitioner , it can be said that there is almost no best lineup for Qi practitioners to travel around the world and experience everywhere.

No one wants to take the initiative to speak.

Everyone has their own agenda.

Chen Pingan held the sword relic of the swordsman in red upside down and looked down.

The sword body is like a pool of autumn water. The water ripples under the sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.

It must be a good sword.

I just don’t know how much it’s worth.

The evil monk was the only bold person who made any move. He was sneaky, with one hand behind his back, holding up a silver-white porcelain vase, one foot tall, with a narrow mouth and a big belly. There are ferocious faces constantly wandering past, like a cruel cage imprisoning the soul.

This person is reciting the mantra silently, and needs to use the spiritual weapon in his hand to secretly collect the soul of the swordsman in red after his death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he succeeds, his strength will skyrocket. The peak martial arts master has a strong soul. As long as he is successfully refined into a Yin Soldier and Yin General, and is properly nourished, and then stays in mass graves and ancient battlefields, allowing him to continuously absorb the Yin evil energy, he might be able to return to the Sixth Realm. It is even expected to be turned into a seventh-level heroic spirit.

When the time comes, why do I need to look at other people’s faces?

I am afraid that the monarchs of those small countries all have to look at their own faces.

Lu Tai immediately saw through the evil monk’s tricks and said angrily: “You dare to steal something under my nose?!”

The extremely huge natal flying sword named "Needle Point" fell straight above the head of the evil cultivator.

The evil monk hurriedly fled and put away the silver porcelain vase that was a family heirloom. He had to give up the idea of ​​collecting the soul in order to collect the negative things in the black clay pot to resist the pursuit of the terrifying flying sword. , no matter how the evil cultivator moves about

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The tip of the flying sword will always follow him.

In this siege, if Ma Wanfa, the mastermind behind the scenes, is included, and if the old formation master's formation is successfully completed, and if the swordsman in red does not die suddenly, and everyone is united, then we can deal with a golden man. The alchemy realm monks are more than enough. If everyone is not afraid of death, I am afraid that even the two golden elixir monks will not be able to get the slightest advantage against them.

It’s just that there are not so many ifs in the world.

To take a step back, if a group of people gathered for profit have the upper hand, they will be as fierce as tigers. But as long as they are at a disadvantage, their hearts will become scattered and they will become a mob.

The strong man who was at the end of his fight was suddenly filled with surprise and said loudly: "My master said, he will come soon and deal with the two of them personally! Everyone, except for this Dou Zizhi's sword' "Infatuated," and the square-inch thing originally promised to Dou Zizhi, plus Dou Zizhi's family property, are all given to everyone."

The burly man almost screamed at the top of his lungs and said impassionedly: "Wealth! In danger, do you want to go back to being a rat burrowing in the ground, or can you still be qualified to be on an equal footing with the people on the mountain?"

The middle-aged swordsman's face was cold and murderous, and he said solemnly: "I agree. The two boys deserve to die!"

I saw him twisting his wrist, his sleeves glowing green, ready to go.

The old formation master smiled and said: "The Yishan Formation is about to be completed, and we can fight. Just help me delay for a moment, at most half a stick of incense!"

Being chased by flying swords The disgraced evil cultivator shouted: "Add me! We agreed in advance that in addition to redistributing the dividends, I also want the soul of Mr. Dou. No one can steal it from me!"

Mufa Qi Practitioner He nodded, still smiling.

The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed. He reached out and pulled the two iron whips on the ground back into his hands, and took the lead in striding towards Chen Ping'an.

His family master had indeed sent a secret message to him before, and he wanted to come in person, and he would definitely kill these two fat sheep here.

Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his sleeves, turned around and swept away as fast as a giant.

The old formation master used the Shuchi Talisman, and there were more than one talisman. Every time the figure appeared ten feet away, in a few blinks, it had disappeared, and the figure disappeared deep into the mountain forest.

The Mufa Qi Practitioner tiptoed and swept away behind him. He clearly hit a big tree, but suddenly disappeared.

Only the evil monk is still rushing towards Chen Pingan.

The burly man froze on the spot, cursed his mother, and dared not move forward to die.

My little weight is no longer enoughSaw it.

Such pretentiousness is just an attempt to attract more attention.

Chen Ping'an was shocked at first, and then relieved. This is only reasonable.

I learned some more.

Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Ping'an: "The mastermind just ran away. I'm going to chase him. You should be able to handle it here. I'll come back to you."

On the wrists of his hands and the ankles of his legs, there are purple and gold lotus patterns, which look like they are in bud.

Lu Tai whispered: "Bloom."

Four lifelike purple lotus flowers bloomed instantly.

Lu Tai gritted his teeth, jumped up high, and then walked against the wind.

The body leans forward, squinting and looking into the distance, the big sleeves are bulging and making a hunting sound, and the hair on the temples is fluttering.

He looked around, then found a direction and disappeared in a flash.

The evil monk swallowed a gulp of saliva, held the pottery pot filled with ghosts in one hand, and made a monk's salutation with the other hand. He flattered and said with a smile: "Young Master Sword Immortal, I am the one who offended you this time. Sorry, I'm so rude. Next time we meet, I will take the initiative to stay away. If the young master is willing to ask me to do something small, I will definitely do it without hesitation."

As he spoke, the evil monk had been paying attention. The white-robed young man's eyes and face turned violently away.

This person is also a decisive killer. Before escaping, he crushed the black clay pot that stored the ghost on the spot, and black smoke suddenly filled the air.

Gecko tail docking.

A slender golden light quickly wandered in the billowing black smoke, and the eerie smoke, as thick as ink, dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it will still take a while before these filthy black smoke can be completely eliminated.

Chen Pingan frowned, took a few steps forward, and jumped to the top of the crown of a big tree.

There was an erratic figure that turned into light gray smoke and fled quickly through the mountains and forests.

The first year of junior high school has already chased after him.

Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, and Fifteen followed closely behind.

Chen Pingan fell back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air and changed the fairy sword belonging to the red swordsman Dou Zizhi into the normal sword-holding posture.

Although it is much heavier than the locust sword, Chen Pingan always feels that it is still too light.

The burly man raised his head and looked in the direction where Lu Tai disappeared. Finally, he looked down at the iron whip in his hand and smiled miserably.

I know in my heart that I will definitely die today.

Resentment, loss, and anger are all there, emerging one by one, and then fading away one by one in the heart.

If you live a useless and miserable life, you must die a hero once.

The strong man threw the two iron whips to the ground and began to ask the gods for the third time. The man stamped his feet vigorously, clasped his hands heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he laughed happily. Said: "Do you dare to wait a moment and let meDo I have a good fight? ! "

Chen Pingan casually threw out the "Infatuation" in his hand.

Passed through the heart of the burly man.

The long sword nail Entering the trunk of a big tree

After successfully penetrating the man's heart, Chen Pingan clearly saw the red light flowing from the sword, and it flashed away, like a hungry man having a good meal or a drunkard having a good drink. .

Chen Pingan made up his mind to find a fairy shop on the ferry or on the mountain to sell this sword.

The bright golden light is still working tirelessly to melt the black. Smoke.

It is indeed a top-grade magic weapon made from the long beard of the old dragon.

Two of them are already so powerful. I really don’t know that the old Taoist master, the Dragon Dragon, hangs upside down on the mountain. That whisk must be so powerful.

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Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, hesitated, and went to retrieve the sword. He picked up a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with his sword, and then silently dug several large pits, burying the swordsman in red, the burly man, and the two disciples of the formation master respectively, and finally added soil. Cover it up, try to cover up the traces, so that no clues will be seen by people passing by accidentally.

Chen Pingan sat on a high branch, patiently waiting for the return of Lu Tai on the 15th day of the lunar month.

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Put the "Infatuation" with the scabbard on your lap casually

In the distance, the ghostly black smoke is constantly entangled with the golden light but retreating, although it has long been lost. With spiritual wisdom, one is afraid of death and wants to live, even the dead ghosts are no exception.

Suddenly, a large billowing black smoke is about to leave this place and flee to wreak havoc elsewhere.

If he was a Jianghu person who was not familiar with magic, he might be in danger.

Chen Pingan stood up with his sword and looked around. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he poured the true meaning of his soul into the golden wine of the robe. In an instant, a ethereal Dharma Appearance, which was more than ten feet tall, with a blurry face, but a bright golden light, appeared in the air between heaven and earth, standing tall, just right. Before blocking the black smoke, he rolled up his sleeves and pocketed the ghosts in his sleeves. The ghosts made a crackling noise and soon disappeared.

Chen Pingan sat back down. His face was as white as snow and he had a splitting headache.

Revealing the golden wine of the robe without any reservation this time had used up a whole breath of his energy, and there were signs that it was difficult to continue.

If you are fighting against someone, it is better not to use this method easily unless you have to. Once the opponent has an unexpected ability to save his life, Chen Ping'an will be killed with both hands.

But to be honest. , the feeling of wandering out of the world, as if the soul is traveling far away from the body, is extremely mysterious.

Looking down at the mountains and rivers

Chen Pingan stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the robe. The corners of his clothes were soft and delicate, and he felt cool after a life-and-death fight. He was mainly worried and almost exhausted his energy. Chen Pingan felt a little sleepy at the moment.Leaning against the trunk of the big tree, I began to close my eyes and relax.

After about half a stick of incense, Chen Pingan calmed down and breathed smoothly again.

Third on Chen Pingan’s wrist was a golden knot made from a refined demon-binding rope.

Soon a splendid white rainbow and faint green light flew back, as fast as lightning. Although the two flying swords were extremely small, the two flowing fireflies stretched out for more than ten feet, which was still very dazzling, two by two. Enter the sword-raising gourd.

Feel their thoughts in the sword-raising gourd.

The enemy should have been killed successfully.

Chen Pingan was relieved.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, it was the first time that I had been away from Chen Pingan for so long.

But this also leads to the conclusion that these wild cultivators may not be as good at killing enemies as the disciples of the Immortal family, but they are all very proficient in running away for their lives.

Isn’t this the case for me?

Since there was nothing to do, Chen Pingan began to sit down and practice sword furnace stake setting.

Carrying a sword is practice, and dressing up is also practice.

The golden wine in the robe that once accompanied an immortal for hundreds or even thousands of years is a small paradise for Qi practitioners, where spiritual energy can be gathered.

But for a pure martial artist, Jin Li is of course still a rare amulet, but it also has some small troubles, that is, it needs to resist the spiritual energy that constantly relies on Jin Li. After all, pure martial arts have always been Only by being resolute and decisive and dispersing all the spiritual energy in the Qi Mansion can one be considered pure and embark on the path of martial arts.

In Upside Down Mountain, due to the abundant spiritual energy there, it is more difficult to resist. After leaving the treasure-swallowing whale, walking in the mountains and forests becomes much more relaxed and comfortable. After all, in ordinary mountainous places, the spiritual energy is weak, so most of them can be ignored. Not counted.

Chen Pingan waited for nearly an hour. Lu Tai walked swaggering in the mountains and forests and rushed towards Chen Pingan. He was covered in dust, but fortunately there was no blood stain.

And it looks like a person who has returned home with a full load.

While walking towards the big tree where Chen Ping'an was, he casually collected the many formation flags left by the old formation master in his sleeves. Lu Tai asked curiously: "You have a bodhisattva heart, why can't you help yourself?" Their bodies were exposed to the sun, gnawed by wild beasts, and flayed by birds. This is what they deserve. Why do you pity these gangsters?”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, “I don’t pity them. I just care.” It's better to die than to be buried in peace."

Lu Tai shook his head, too lazy to think about it, and suddenly turned around and ran to the "grave" with the heaviest smell of blood, and asked Chen Ping'an what happened. The approximate location where the dead person was buried, and then Lu Tai promised that he would fill it with soil again later. Before Chen Pingan could nod his head, Lu Tai had already slapped it away with his palm. The dust was flying, and he ran over and started turning over. Even the two disciples of the old formation master were not spared the task of picking up corpses. It is hard to imagine that such a guy who likes rouge, gouache, blush and black eyebrows can do this kind of grave digging, so skillfully and without any traces. psychological burden.

The mainland is inevitably stained with blood and soil.It's just that the magic weapon of the colorful silk rope is wrapped around the arm, and the whole body will soon be combed and cleaned. The magic weapon of the fairy family has all kinds of wonderful functions, which are incredible.

Lu Tai babbled alone over there, "You are a master of martial arts after all, but you are such a poor man! Look, this is a square inch of Ma Wanfa, and there are mountains of gold and silver in it. Look at you, you should be so ashamed that you should live and die again."

"Oh, I'm not telling you. Compared to your master, your little possessions are really shabby, but this is the only thing you have. The stack of banknotes has solved our urgent need. We can go shopping down the mountain and give people snow to spend money. The store will beat them up..."

"You two are miserable mandarin ducks. You will be reincarnated as human beings in your next life. Remember to find a better one. My master, even if he is not very capable, don’t look for someone like this again.”

Chen Ping’an did not disturb Lu Tai’s busy work.

Just looking at that back figure, I felt strange.

Finally, the land platform was filled with soil again, and I clapped my hands and looked at the flat ground, feeling somewhat satisfied.

"The mastermind behind the scenes is dead, everything is fine!"

Lu Tai walked back to the tree on Chen Ping'an's side, and refused to leave the tree even if he beat him to death. He raised his head and waved: "Let's share the spoils!"

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