The blank mist in the Shi Mansion dissipated, and accompanied by a scream from Fan, Xu Xing's spiritual sense naturally discovered the hiding place of the two monks.

"Langjun?" Lian Cheng held Xu Xing's hand tightly, his face turned pale, and his cherry lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Xu Xing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll come when I go."

As he said that, he left Liancheng and headed towards the direction of the two monks hiding, and moved towards the wind.

"Hey? What's wrong with his niece-in-law?" Shi Lingyun asked in surprise and thought to himself, "I'm casting spells just now, may there be a monster in the mansion?"

"Uncle Second, let's go into the house first." Lian Cheng sorted out his mood and said with a smile.

Xu Xing's foot was moving under the wind, almost touching the ground, and a journey of one or two miles was almost blinking. Looking at the two monks exposed under the tower not far away, their eyebrows were full of murderous aura, and the Shenxing magic sword in their palm suddenly appeared. A sword light reflected the sunlight and reflected on their faces, and their faces were not less cold.

"Thorn!" Jian Ruojinghong was three feet tall and stabbed towards the woman who had just recovered from consciousness and had a distorted face because of the pain.

"You dare!" Yuanhui was furious when he saw this. The bronze bowl held in his hand activated the Buddha's power and quickly sacrificed it. The golden light of Buddha's power scattered out. The bronze bowl suddenly became like a millstone, and he greeted him upwards, intending to block the sword that was coming.

"Clang..." A sharp and sharp voice sounded, and the sword light and Buddha light were storming and cancelled, and it was like a sudden burst of momentum. Although the bronze bowl was a Buddhist spiritual treasure, it seemed to be inferior to the sharp sharpness of the magic sword, and it broke from the middle. With the sharp vibration of the wrists of the sword-controller, the sword light diverged into thousands, and the sword flowers fell on Yuanhui's arm.

"Hmph..." Yuanhui groaned in pain, and felt that her right arm was smashed by the sharp sword light. As she drifted away, she quickly closed several spiritual orifices on her arm with Buddha's power. Her face was pale and her eyes were glaring at Xu Xing with fire.

At this time, the old monk Lefan on the side had recovered as usual. He put his palms together, as if there was a deafening roar of dragons and tigers exploding in Xu Xing's ears that were about to chase him.

"Don't be crazy!"

Xu Xing's expression was slightly dazed, and he saw two golden Buddha power gathered with palms slapped and scattered, one from left to right, one from right to his ears. The wind roared, the golden light was dazzling, and the five senses gradually became depressed.

Xu Xing's expression changed slightly, his body retreated rapidly, and the sword light slid upwards and slashed out three swords in succession. After all, the golden palm came in a hurry and was cut off and collapsed into streaming light.

Xu Xing's figure fell in the distance and looked at the two monks coldly, "Hidden his head and exposed his tail, secretly using ghost tricks to harm others. It turns out that he is from Wantuo Temple!"

These two monks were afraid that he would not be able to see Xuanyuan where the Yuanshen Zhenjun was stationed, so they used such a way to disturb the mortals.

Lefan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he glanced at Xu Xing's magic sword with fear, "Don't talk nonsense, kill my Wantuo Temple disciples, cause and effect, I will send you my life!"

Although the practice of the law and Taoism is shallow, it is the most hopeful among the disciples who inherited Fan's mantle. Now he dies in the hands of Xu Xing. What's even more hateful is that he was thrown into dirty water after his death. It is also conceivable that the anger in Lefan's heart is also full of anger.

He shouted coldly, but he failed to make a secret plan and changed to open killing.

When Xu Xing saw Fan coming to him, he was not afraid. He held a sword and came to him. He entered the Jindan Taoist practice and condensed the spiritual orifices of Zhoutian suddenly revealed his benefits. His magic power was powerful and his breath was long. In addition, his magic sword was unstoppable and he secretly protected him.

Unless you encounter a swordsman like Lu Youchen, you still need to fight and leave, and you will have some strength to compete with the ordinary Yin Shen Realm Yuanshen True Lord.

Of course, the True Lord of the Yuanshen may have other means. At present, Levan continues to disturb Xu Xing's will with the sound of Buddha, but Xu Xing only starts to be a little dazed, and then his eyes are clear and unaffected.

The two of them swung each other with swords and staff, and gradually became stalemate. Yuanhui, who was on the side, was injured, but she couldn't help much.

Jing Feibai looked at this scene and his eyes moved. In the sky, a white jade sword butterfly was drawn in the sky. The butterfly wings were sharp and flapping, and a white light suddenly appeared and transformed into a thread. In the blink of an eye, it attacked the back of Fan's head.

Mo Yuanqing was concentrating on watching the two people fighting in the distance. He felt a sense of his heart. Yu Guang caught the white jade sword light, his face changed drastically, and he said in surprise: "Sword intention turns into butterflies, Brother Jing, what are you doing?"

"You can't look?" Jing Feibai glanced coldly at the handsome boy with a handsome face and a red lips and white teeth.

Mo Yuanqing was choked and smiled embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Jing turned out to be a helping him. The old monk's soul was damaged and was stimulated by Brother Jing's sword intent. I'm afraid there will be a possibility of defeat."

Jing Feibai ignored it and thought to himself: "I gave this opportunity to Xu Xing. I can't catch it, so I'll see him."

At the same time, he was confused in his heart. The old monk's soul was severely damaged. Xu Xing didn't know that he had not condensed the sword intent? But just now, he broke through the opponent's shadow glaze realm. Was it exhausted one blow?

After careful consideration, I felt that it was normal. If he had been in a different place, it would probably be the same.

The white jade sword butterfly condensed with the sword intent, and attacked towards Levan.

"No! This is the true Lord of the Taoist Sect intervening." Feeling the spiritual alarm bell, Lefan had already been unable to fight for a long time, but he already wanted to retreat temporarily. At this moment, the sword intent was surrounded by the heavy wound, and the Liuli divine thought that had been suppressed was feeling the already suppressed injury, and it seemed that it had relapsed at this time.

When Liao Fan's face was dazed, he was about to retreat. He waved the Zen staff like the wind in his hand, and his attack was clearly delayed for a moment.

Xu Xing's cold eyes flashed with cold light, and the magic sword in his palm rushed forward. A sharp sword light passed through the wind and rainy Zen staff light curtain and stabbed Fan's neck.

"Master, be careful!" Yuanhui, who couldn't get in, exclaimed loudly when she saw this.

"Clang!" A golden light flashed in Lefan's throat, and it made a sound of metal and iron fighting. Its sound was sturdy, but the magic sword filled with powerful magic power was stabbed in the mind of the sword-controller, although it was difficult, it still stabbed in.

"Puchi..." The raging sword energy from the throat made the spirit of Lifan condense, and the old eyes under his white eyebrows lowered, as if they were a little unbelievable.

Xu Xing's wrist turned rapidly, and the sword light was moving brightly. A white-bearded and white-browed head soared into the sky, but it did not bleed. A little light flashed on his forehead, and a golden glass-like soul flew out, but at this moment, the body of the soul was covered with spider wrinkles, which showed the weight of casting backlash.

The face of the soul was filled with terror, and the originally compassionate and peaceful eyes were full of resentment.

"Master!" Yuanhui was stunned, and then her eyes turned red. Regardless of her injuries, her left hand still clenched into a fist as big as a casserole and hit Xu Xing. The fist became a sturdy force and made a sound of a tiger roaring.

"Yuanhui, go!" Lefan's soul roared angrily, but he didn't dare to stay for a long time and was about to break through the air and leave.

Xu Xing ignored Yuanhui who was coming and snorted coldly: "No one can leave!"

The thoughts were turned, and the magic sword was chasing, and a "buzzing" sound of the sword became clearer and colder, and shot towards the glazed soul that was walking in a hurry.

"Click..."

The glass shattered into streams of light, and a breeze blew by, as if it had never existed.
Chapter completed!