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On the cliff, He Baishi turned into a ribbon, leaping continuously between the rocks, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

"Huh!"

The white ribbon twisted in the air, like a deep-sea fish, quietly piercing the air in front of it, and escaped more than ten feet away.

Amazing speed and graceful posture.

But seeing the afterimage remains, it's hard to tell where he is going.

Sky cloud flying satin!

This is the inheritance of Tianyunfeng's Yukong Shenfa. If Moqiu remembers it correctly, he can only practice it as an inner disciple.

It is said that in the Dacheng realm, you can walk through the void and not touch the ground for a few miles. Although you can't enter and leave the Qingming, it is no different from flying in the eyes of ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, He Baishi will also.

But it is not surprising to think about it, after all, he has also obtained the spiritual official Dharma eyes that can only be practiced by inner disciples.

Other people may not have the means to learn other methods.

"Duh!"

But seeing He Baishi waved his big hand, a dimly gleaming ruler Xu Gang nail flew out of his hand and disappeared when he sank into the rock.

His figure flickered, and steel nails kept flying out.

In a short time, he had already penetrated nearly a hundred soul-removing nails within a few miles of Yunyu Peak.

"Huh!"

His figure flashed again and appeared in front of Mo Qiu, He Baishi smiled lightly:

"Let Junior Brother wait a long time."

"Senior brother is a good method." Mo Qiu handed over:

"The spirit formation is searched under the spirit-removing pegs. In this way, as long as anyone passes by, it will be difficult to escape the perception of the seniors. If necessary, the magic needle can be used to kill the enemy."

"It's down, and then took advantage."

"Oh!" He Baishi's eyes lit up:

"Unexpectedly, Junior Brother also knows the spiritual formation."

These methods seem to be mediocre, but they are the experience he has accumulated in the Lingyun Mountains for decades.

Among them, the miracle formation is a very special formation, and very few people in the same sect know about it.

Even if you know, there are not many that can be seen at a glance.

"Slightly heard." Moqiu nodded.

"The younger brother has never shown the mountains and dew water, but he has such knowledge, which is beyond my brother's expectation." He Baishi touched his chin and said:

"Nothing to do, Junior Brother, why don't we come and try some swordsmanship?"

"This..." Moqiu's eyes changed slightly:

"Don't need it, brothers have a high level of cultivation, so I am ashamed to be inferior, there is nothing comparable."

"Hey!" He Baishi waved his hand:

"He is just a few years older, and he has accumulated more, which is nothing."

"Besides, I've seen Junior Brother's swordsmanship once. I am ashamed, and I am about to ask for some advice."

As he said, he stepped back more than ten feet, and with a wave of his big sleeve, the seven Qingmengmeng Feijian went around immediately.

"Junior Brother, please!"

The attitude has been slightly tough.

Mo Qiu sighed helplessly, only pinched the sword tactics, the mana in the body was urged, and the fire sword stood straight like a line in front of him.

A faint red light, lingering in all directions.

The immortal cultivator will consume the power of the magic weapon, and even with the power of his soul, it is difficult to command seven magic tools at the same time.

He Baishi, naturally impossible.

And the reason why it can be done is because the whole set of magical instruments is there, just like Xu Ming's Nine Spirit Fan.

It looks like seven or nine pieces, but in fact it is just one piece.

It's just that this kind of magical weapon also consumes a lot of soul power, and it is extremely inconvenient to control. If there is no unique method, it is not as convenient as a dharma implement.

But since it is used as a reliance, it is natural to know the unique method of swordsmanship.

"Li Huojian?"

He Baishi looked at the flying sword in front of Mo Qiu and couldn't help but smile:

"Outer disciples of Chihuofeng, half of the ten use this flying sword. It seems that Junior Brother can't avoid it."

"Ashamed." Mo Qiu sighed lightly:

"It's really shy in the pocket, and the magic weapon is too expensive, so I can only use it so reluctantly."

"Really?" He Baishi was noncommittal, flicking his sleeves lightly:

"Junior Brother, please accept the move!"

Seven Star Sword Jue-Kaiyang to guide the way.

The light of the sword flickered, and the word "Seven Swords" spread out, interpreting the wonderful changes of the stars, and each line of different trajectories in the sky, stabbing them in sequence.

Mo Qiu raised his hand, Lihuo Sword trembled slightly, and the lightning flew out.

Ben Lei Jian Jue!

The real secret of Yunwu Yujian!

Under Moqiu's control, Lihuo's sword is like rushing thunder, faintly thundering, but it appears psychedelic and unpredictable.

The Lu Family's two swordsmanship methods have achieved a perfect fusion in his hands.

Flying swords danced in the air, like clouds and mists, desolately, and instantly penetrated the defense of the seven swords.

At that moment, the Lihuo Sword seemed to have no entity, ignoring the seven swords to kill and rushing forward.

"Um?"

He Baishi's complexion changed, he subconsciously urged his sword tactics, his sword power changed, and he flashed back to defense.

The Screen of Yuheng!

The seven thin barriers seem to be broken with a single jab, but they are unpredictable and guard one side.

The Lihuo Sword changed rapidly, flashing several times in an instant, like a fish swimming in a clever manner, piercing through five barriers in sequence.

But to go further, it's not enough.

"Good swordsmanship!"

He Baishi was shocked and couldn't help but compliment.

He has been close to one Jiazi since he has practiced, but he has to admit that Moqiu's method of imperial sword ranks among the top three among everyone he has ever met.

Superb!

Reach the top!

Obviously it was just an ordinary sword art, but he displayed the power that shocked his heart, which had to be admired.

Don't ask for the same expression, the sword art is displayed again.

That ray of sword light changed rigidly and softly with his thoughts, slashing around the air as his arm pointed.

In his heart, Feijian has been in harmony with it, and manipulating Feijian is as easy as eating chopsticks.

The heart moves at will, and there is nothing wrong. In the eyes of others, his swordsmanship has a more invigorating feeling.

How...

Feijian quality is too low!

Even if his sword technique is exquisite, the speed and strength can only be considered barely enough.

After the initial panic, He Baishi slowly stabilized his position and began to counterattack.

His eyes were condensed, his fingers quickly pinched, and he manipulated the flying sword to change.

Shake light and sleepy array!

"Om..."

Controlling the sword light abruptly and prosperously, the seven flying swords reciprocally cross and gather into a net, trapping the Lihuo sword in it like a cage.

The Seven Swords revolved around the mysterious path, no matter how the Lihuo Sword changed, it couldn't break through.

As the cage shrinks and shrinks, the range of movement from the fire sword becomes more restricted, and the change of the sword style becomes more awkward, and He Baishi can't help showing a smile on his face.

next moment.

"Huh!"

Among the seven swords, a ray of sword light suddenly flew out, piercing Moqiu's eyebrows, who was concentrating on the sword.

The sword light is like a rainbow, the castration is amazing, and there is a fierce murderous intent.

Mo Qiu raised his head, his eyes were calm, the ancient well was waveless on his face, and the shape of a flying sword was reflected in his eyes.

"Huh!"

Just an inch from the center of his eyebrows, Feijian suddenly stagnated and stopped in midair.

"Admire!" Mo Qiu handed over indifferently:

"Senior brother is still good at swordsmanship, I am ashamed of it."

He Baishi squinted his eyes slightly, the mana inside his body slowly wandered, the flying sword was still in the air, and the expression on his face changed back and forth.

After hesitating for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter, Feijian returned, and the murderous intent in the field instantly disappeared.

"Junior brother Guoqian, I also took advantage of the flying sword, not as good as your imperial sword."

He knew it well.

Regarding the method of imperial swords, you can't keep up with the opponent even if you shoot a horse. If you don't ask for a middle-grade flying sword in your hand...

I am afraid that many inner disciples may not be his opponents.

Taking a deep look at Moqiu again, he turned over and jumped up, landed on a rock in the distance, sitting cross-legged.

Mo Qiu's complexion remained the same from beginning to end, until then did he retract his gaze, slowly retracted the flying sword, and chose another place to sit down.

…………

In the valley.

A group of dozens of people are fleeing in a hurry.

In this group, there are martial arts masters and servant women and mountain people, but they all look panicked.

escape!

Run away!

Those who flee far away can only escape the demon's pursuit in the back.

"Zheng..."

Jian Yin sounded from above.

Hearing the sound, everyone turned pale, and there was no time to think about it, and each rushed toward the ground desperately. This is what they learned from other people's experiences in dealing with immortal cultivators. .

"Huh!"

Like a sickle harvesting rice, a shadow of sword light swept the audience close to the ground.

Someone who couldn't dodge was immediately cut off by Jianguang.

"what!"

Screams sounded.

Some people were lucky, and after a catastrophe, they hurriedly got up and fled around.

next moment.

"Huh!"

Seven consecutive sword lights flashed, and the trees collapsed, burying dozens of corpses below.

He Baishi took off his sword, smiled, and the pleasure of killing always invigorated him.

"Brother." Mo Qiu appeared from behind, frowning and speaking:

"The first evil has been killed, even if there are a few warriors, most of them are ignorant servant women and mountain people, there is no need to kill them all."

"What?" He Baishi turned his head and looked:

"Junior brother's heart is softened?"

"They are all filthy mortals. If you kill them, you will kill them. As a cultivator, killing a few mortals will count as much as I can. There is no need to worry about it."

Don't ask to raise an eyebrow.

The immortal cultivator looks down on mortals from aloft, he knows this very well, but such extremes as He Baishi are extremely rare.

"Heh..." He Baishi chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I forgot, Junior Brother was also a mortal before, well, I will pay attention to it next."

As he said, his expression changed slightly, and he took out something from his body.

"Sorry!"

"how?"

"Something happened in Huifeng Valley, it should be a hard stubble." He Baishi's eyes flashed and said:

"Junior brother, it is not convenient for me to leave, you can go and take a look!"

"Well……"

Don't ask to raise your head, look into the distance:

"Also."

…………

Near Fucheng.

Wan Renping's face was livid, wrapped in a breeze, and he walked hurriedly in the villages and towns full of remnants.

"come out!"

"Wonder, come out if you have the ability, and we will fight in a fair and honest battle!"

Amidst the roar, his sword art was cited, and the Wanjian Gourd around his waist immediately spewed out nearly a hundred sword lights.

As the sword light passed, a hundred meters ahead seemed to have been plowed, the earth cracked and the soil flew up.

"Whee……"

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"Senior brother is so capable, the younger sister is ashamed, but it's not easy for you to catch me."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Wan Renping paused, standing still, looking around:

"In the past few days, you have not beaten or walked. It is hard to achieve that you want to trap me..."

"Um?"

He returned to his senses in an instant:

"What do you want to do if you entangle me?"

"Hehe..." Zhu Yurong smiled:

"It's nothing. I just want the life of the senior brother. I'm afraid that the senior brother will not allow me. The younger sister has no other way. I can only do this."

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