Looking down at the main stronghold that was engulfed in flames and chaos, Luo Zhen's Taoist heart, which had always been as calm as water, could not help but rise with anger. He was already over a hundred years old, and was one generation higher than Sun Guo, the supervisor, although due to his lack of talent

, Daoxing Zhenyuan was not as good as Sun Guo, but it was almost the same. He watched helplessly as a three-inch-long, inch-thick barrel flew out of the jungle behind the main village, and landed slantingly near the base of the Xuan Altar.

, and then there was a loud bang, and after the flames soared into the sky, all the wooden buildings within a few feet were razed to the ground.

"This...this..." Luo Zhenren's eyes were wide open, his white beard was flying, and he was so shocked and angry that he was speechless.

His knowledge was many times richer than Ji Ruochen's. As soon as he saw the position of the barrel, he already knew the insidious intentions of the attacker. The people hiding behind the stronghold must know that the altar-protecting formation is powerful and difficult to break.

, and the apricot flag at the eye of the formation is tightly guarded, making it difficult for a sneak attack to succeed, so these powerful barrels are thrown at places where the power of the formation cannot reach. As long as the foundation of the formation is blown down, then the protective formation will not be attacked.

And self-destruction. The main stronghold is built on the mountain, with wooden pillars and stone foundations inside, making it particularly easy to explode.

However, what frightened and angered him was not this man's insidiousness, but the surprisingly powerful little silver bucket. Master Luo had a good eye, and he could see the charms attached to the bucket at a glance. After the explosion,

Listening to the sound and watching the flames, you already have a rough idea of ​​what's in the barrel.

It is precisely because you can see clearly that you can't help yourself.

In terms of materials alone, the value of this silver barrel is equivalent to that of a middle-grade flying sword, and the craftsmanship required is enough to make a high-grade flying sword. What does this mean? A disciple of Zhenwu Temple,

If you work diligently, get up early and rest late, and work on the Taoism, it will take you twenty-five years to be gifted with a flying sword. Master Luo is a first-class disciple of the Zhenwu Temple, and he only received it in his sixteenth year of practicing in the Temple.

His first fairy sword. He remembered clearly that it was just an ordinary short sword with a little spiritual power.

What a disciple of Zhenwu Temple worked hard for more than 20 years just disappeared with a bang?

Looking at another barrel of silver rolling towards him, Master Luo felt the blood rising in his chest and the veins pulsing in the corners of his eyes. How could this evil man throw this treasure as easily as a rotten egg?!

"How dare a shameless person be so arrogant!" A shout suddenly burst out from Zhen Luo's mouth, even he was a little surprised.

Master Luo's eyes were wide open, his sleeves were waving, and a long sword with bright yellow flames flew out of his sleeves, whizzing towards the silver bucket in the air, and slashing it in two!

Looking at the fine purple sand sprinkled like water in the silver tube, Zhen Luo's eyes were bloodshot. This inconspicuous silver bucket actually contained purple flame sand, which was three cents more expensive than he originally expected.

"Come again! Let me see how many tricks you have left!" Master Luo stood with his sword in hand, his beard and hair trembling, and he shouted like thunder!

The dense forest behind the village was silent for a moment, and suddenly there was a silver light, and seven or eight silver tubes were thrown out together. Some of them circled all the way up, and they couldn't see where they were falling; some flew straight for a while, then suddenly turned in another direction and turned.

There was no warning at all; some came straight towards the Dao flag, as fast as lightning; and three of them collided with each other, and then fell in all directions.

Master Luo shouted low, and like bursts of thunder, the fairy sword soared into the air again, sometimes as light as a feather, and sometimes as solid as a mountain, like a vigorous yellow dragon, whirling and dancing in the air. In the clear sound of the sword chants, all the silver barrels

They were all chopped into two pieces before landing, and none of them missed.

The supreme prestige is all displayed in this sword.

Master Luo's eyes were lowered, and he stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't even raise his eyebrows, so the sword roared back and went back into his sleeves with an indescribable calmness.

With the crisp sound of tinkling, half of the silver bucket jumped and landed at Zhenren Luo's feet. His expression suddenly changed, and his eyes widened. There was not a single purple flame sand in the half of the silver bucket, and the spell on the bucket was also missing.

It's just a show, it only has its form but not its spirit, and is of no use at all.

Veins appeared on Master Luo's forehead, and he scanned his surroundings with his electric eyes. Sure enough, the silver buckets that were divided by his sword were all just like the one at his feet. They were fakes with no real appearance.

The sword just now is very famous in the monastic world, and is called Huanglong Jingtian. It is Master Luo's special skill. It can be big or small, hard or soft. It can break mountains and cut off rivers, and can also cut through flowers and brush dew.

Of course, such a mysterious and infinite sword move will not come without a price. This price is the consumption of a huge amount of real energy. Even with the real energy he has at the moment, he can only fire three swords at most. If he hadn't seen the opponent throw this all at once.

There were many silver barrels, and there was a vague urge in his heart to cut off nine flying swords with one sword, but he would not use this sword at all. Of course, except Huang Long Jingtian, he had no other way to stop all the silver barrels.

There was another soft sound, and a gleaming silver bucket floated into the night sky as if it had no weight at all. It was like a silver butterfly flying under the moon, and the silver light falling down like water reflected on Luo Zhenren.

There is really a unique charm on his livid face.

The silver bucket slowly fell towards the Taoist flag like a demonstration.

Luo Zhenren's temples can't stop beating, and the veins appear and disappear. Every silver bucket looks exactly the same. Is this one real or fake?

The Dao flag is the center of the entire formation, so it is of course important. Because it is so important, Luo Zhen was guarding this place personally. With him guarding here, all the Taoists in the Zhenwu Temple believed that nothing would go wrong, so they all got up and left the altar.

, went to pursue the bold maniac who dared to disturb Tai Sui. At this moment, there is really only Zhen Luo left here.

Although the silver barrel fell slowly, it almost touched the Taoist flag. Master Luo's white beard was flying, but he still couldn't swing his sword.

The skill of the bucket thrower is extremely clever. If the bucket is real, then Huang Long Jingtian will probably not be able to catch the silver bucket without using Huanglong Jingtian. But what if it is fake? If he throws Huanglong Jingtian again, his true energy will be left.

Not to mention not being able to protect the Dao flag, even self-protection would be a problem.

boom!

Looking at the orange fireball rising into the sky, Master Luo finally knew that the silver bucket was real. The price was the Taoist flag that turned into blazing flames.

Master Luo's complexion turned green and white, not only because of the anger caused by being teased, but also because of the nine-point completion of the Xuan Altar. Only he here truly understands the importance of this altar to Zhenwu Temple. The Taoist flag was destroyed,

It doesn't matter that the formation was broken, what matters is that the Qi of Xuan Tan has been shaken. Yao Fei, who was about to reach the end of the fire, has lost all his previous efforts. How can he explain it to Sun Guo?

Looking at the crumbling Xuan Altar, Zhenren Luo gritted his teeth. If he didn't wipe out all his enemies, how could he have the nerve to return to the Zhenwu Temple?

He bit the middle finger of his left hand, then shook his sleeve, and the fairy sword flew out from the sleeve. He stretched out his hand to hold the fairy sword, and covered the blade with blood from his finger. As soon as the blood stained the blade, the cry of the fairy sword immediately changed from clear to deep,

The bright yellow brilliance gradually turned into dark red.

Luo Zhenren stood still for a moment, then suddenly shouted "Go!", pointed his finger, and the fairy sword turned around on its own. With a touch of dark red fire, it rushed into the blazing fire of the village in an instant!

Almost at the same time that the fairy sword disappeared, there was a roar from the other side of the main village that resounded through the night sky, like a dragon and an elephant!

With a bang, a burning wooden building collapsed in front of Zhenren Luo. The flames that hit his face spread to both sides. The fairy sword calmly flew back, flying around Zhenren Luo before returning to his palm. Looking at the sword

Seeing a few bits of blood stained on the blade, Master Luo smiled proudly. This sword had an unparalleled sharpness and usually did not touch a drop of blood, but now it was stained with blood, which showed that the man was seriously injured, and there should be no reason for it.

As soon as the smile appeared, it was already solidified on Luo Zhen's face. He looked to the left in horror, and a figure appeared in the blazing sea of ​​fire.

This man was dressed in Taoist attire, with a handsome appearance, and a faint air of freshness all over his body. He had almost no magic weapon on his body, and only had an iron rod slung across his back that could not be traced. This man came on fire, and was surrounded by blazing flames.

Not even a single scorch mark was left on his body or clothes.

Luo Zhenren frowned. He had already seen that this person was not very strong in humanity, but a chill arose in his heart. He could clearly see that this person was not born with a fire constitution and was not afraid of the flames, but that the flames were almost

It will extinguish itself when it touches his skin. It looks like the blazing flames are killing themselves out of fear.

Master Luo raised his long eyebrows and sneered secretly, thinking: "Taoism is the foundation of all things. No matter how many wonderful skills you have, they are nothing more than a tree without roots. Let me see if your little tricks can match the fairy sword in my palm?"

"

Luo Zhenren stood up with his sword pointed, pointed it towards the incoming person, shouted "Go!", and the fairy sword in his palm spun like a wheel, slashing at the incoming person.

The sword goes like lightning!

The person seemed to have suddenly lost weight. His body turned sideways lightly, and his movements were full of ghostly aura, and he was swift and unparalleled. The sword that Zhenren Luo thought would kill was put aside. However, the person who came after all was right.

With limited power, he could not completely avoid this sword that was like thunder and raging waves. The fairy sword whirled like a wheel, and the lightning and stone fire had struck the iron root on the back of the visitor countless times, and countless broken sounds merged into a long and lasting strike.

Jue Qingyin. I don’t know where the iron rod is. It was struck so many times, but not even a scratch was left! However, the sword energy flying in all directions also left more than ten large and small scratches on the back of the visitor.

A small wound, although only a flesh wound, also hurts the vitality.

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, as if the sword's continuous slashes brought him not pain, but indescribable joy. He walked towards Zhenren Luo. His movements seemed slow and wooden, but he was already in front of Zhenren Luo in one step.

, strange and unpredictable. Master Luo was not surprised by his movement, but only stared at his eyes in shock. He smiled like the spring sunshine, but his eyes were different.
Chapter completed!