A touch of morning glow burned in the east, bright red as blood The Qingxu Daoist led twenty monks to advance little by little in an area of less than twenty miles.
The slow speed was not due to Qingxu's fear of a sneak attack from Golden Hibiscus, but because he was worried about missing something.
Looking at the attitude of the pavilion master, he knew that he must make some gains today, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the top boss.
A monk turned back from the front, came to Qingxu's body, and whispered, "Elder, there is a desert island ahead, which seems to be a little weird. ” "Oh" Qingxu released his divine sense to perceive carefully, and wisps of spiritual energy between heaven and earth were released from the desert island, and the spiritual energy was mixed with a thick mist, covering the breath of the golden hibiscus without a trace.
In contrast, the aura on the south side of the island is heavier.
"The aura on this island is too dense, there must be no one who can't do it" Thinking of this, he frowned.
But when he turned around, and saw the delicate red clouds embroidered on the chests of the twenty monks, he blushed a little for his overcaution.
After all, they are the elite of Tianxiang Pavilion, after all, behind them is such a behemoth as Red Sleeves, even if this place is the dojo of a certain master of loose cultivation, even if those two are the disciples of this master, when they meet the person that Red Sleeves wants, they can only be obediently offered.
In the East China Sea, the red sleeves are a symbol of strength, a piece of heaven here.
Qingxu straightened his back, turned to the monk beside him and said, "They must have fled to the island, we have to speed up, the pavilion master's patience must be better than me." ” A black-faced monk smiled and said, "I only saw the adults frowning along the way, and I didn't know what to think."
If we had followed our train of thought and moved forward at full speed, we would have captured that pair of wild cultivators a long time ago. ” Qingxu smiled and teased: "It's inevitable that people will be too cautious when they get old, but even if there are scattered cultivators living on the island, we must catch the people we want from them." ” As he spoke, a burst of green light flickered between the thick fog, and Qingxu took the lead and rushed towards the island.
The twenty monks behind him shouted, urging the flying magic weapons one after another, and rushed towards the island, really like a group of tigers descending from the mountain.
They landed on the north side of the island, which was desolate and desolate and desolate, full of thorns and gravel.
The autumn wind swept by, and the dead grass between the stones whirled, making the place look more and more barren.
While they were carefully searching the island, a black shadow suddenly flew from the sky, as fast as lightning.
This group of monks is worthy of being well-trained, experienced in a hundred battles, and seeing the difference, they hurriedly formed a battle formation.
The front is sharp and the back is narrow, and the three monks flew into the air, and the two monks hid among the stones on both sides, and the defense was invulnerable.
When the black shadow flew closer, people saw clearly that it was a huge bat, with black batwing wings, like a dark cloud.
The Qingxu Daoist recognized this fang as a ghost bat, and he hurriedly ordered his men to prepare for defense.
Unexpectedly, before the bat could fly in front of everyone, it fell straight down, stirring up countless debris and dust.
Several monks approached and found the bat dead.
There was a blue cloud of ice in the bat's abdomen, bubbling with white gas, and it was this thing that froze the blood in the ghost bat's body, and it was this thing that caused such a fierce animal to die.
After seeing the death of the bat, Qingxu felt a touch of gloom in his heart, this kind of ice is too fierce, far from being comparable to ordinary ice methods, is there really any master on this island His gaze fell on the dense forest in the distance.
At this time, a black dot rushed out of the woods, and after three breaths, the black dot changed from small to large, and the expression on Qingxu's face was a little strange, this black dot turned out to be a pig, and it was a flying pig.
The pig was extraordinarily large, one zhang tall and about three zhang long, with a black crescent moon on its huge head, and two five-foot-long fangs sticking out of the pig's mouth, the tips of which shimmered with light.
The pig's eyes emitted two rays of light, and with each swing of the powerful legs of its limbs in the air, its body rushed forward a large section, as if it was running on the ground.
On the back of the pig sat a young man, with a yellow complexion and a mediocre appearance, but his stature was exceptionally tall and even slightly fat.
Wearing a gray coat, the pulp is a little white, and the hair is tied up by a withered vine, which looks quite free.
Compared with the pig under him, this young strong man is too ordinary, and even the spirit yuan on his body is very restrained, and he can't detect the slightest trace of earth aura if he is not careful.
Two monks had already flown over, and Leng Li's long sword blocked the way of one man and one pig.
The red-sleeved monk was usually arrogant, and although he was really shocked by the appearance of this pig, he could not learn to speak in a low voice.
The monk at the head shouted, "Fat man, let me ask you, have you seen a woman come to the island with a young man?"
The young monk scratched his head and said with a humble face: "Fellow Daoists, please, the name of this island is Forget Worries, my master is the owner of Forget Worries, he doesn't like ordinary people to disturb him, and I ask you to return from the same way." ” The first monk felt that this young man did not answer the question, and was very annoyed, the light on the bronze long sword was uncertain, and his tone became a little colder, "Boy, you better answer my question honestly, grandpa doesn't like to say repetitive words" "I'm sorry for what you just asked," the young monk said with a hint of shyness on his face.
The monk at the head was completely speechless, and was about to say something, but the short monk beside him couldn't help it, the long sword broke through the air, and a sword light transformed into three sword lights, using Red Sleeves' own sword technique, called the Falling Dust Sword Technique.
The sword light is sultry, and it goes straight to the young man's heart, forehead and lower abdomen, which can be described as yin and poisonous.
Without waiting for the young monk to make a move, the pig didn't do anything, opened its big mouth, and a ball of crystal clear blue light erupted, directly freezing the three sword rays with a devastating posture, and then engulfed the monk who was carrying the sword and hurting people.
The absolute cold breath was so cold that the monk was frozen into ice cubes without even resisting, his stiff body shimmered with a faint blue light, and his mouth and nose still maintained the arrogant expression he had just spoken.
The monk next to him quickly woke up from the shock of his companion's death in an instant, and the light of the long sword in his hand soared, and a sword light pierced out, heading straight for the belly of the giant pig.
The trajectory of the sword light is very weird, avoiding the front to prevent it from being hit by the blue light ball.
The young man suddenly drew a huge stick and struck at the flying sword diagonally, and with a loud bang, the flying sword flew into the sky with a whirl.
"Please leave quickly, if you alarm my sister, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."
The honest words of the young man were particularly uncomfortable in the ears of these arrogant monks, and were more provocative than exhortation.
The monk took back the flying sword and returned to his team, and the nineteen people had already moved, each choosing a favorable terrain, forming a trap for the young man.
Qingxu saw that the two sides had torn their faces, and there was no room for harmony in them, so he smiled and said, "Young man, it seems that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." ” As soon as he finished speaking, four flying swords shot straight at the young man's limbs, and two more stabbed at the giant pig under his crotch.
The young man's brows furrowed together, a burst of earthy yellow light surged, and the earth aura around the forest suddenly became disordered, forming countless turbulences, and a huge circular stone wall hulala emerged from the ground, sheltering the young man in it.
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The flying sword stabbed into the boulder, stirring up countless debris, but it could not pierce it.
These elites of Tianxiang Pavilion really had extremely rich combat experience, and when they missed a hit, they immediately adjusted the angle of the flying sword and stabbed at the young man from the top of his head.
The young man picked up the huge stick and held the flying sword that was slashing head-on, and his arms were strengthened, and the four flying swords were bored and flew away by the big stick.
Seeing that someone dared to attack him, the giant pig roared, and his fangs broke through the stone wall in front of him, and rushed towards the nearest monk.
He was so fast that the monk had already rushed in front of him before he could think of a defense, his long fangs piercing through the monk's soft armor with ease.
Poking in from the belly and leaking out of the back, blood flowed down the fangs, and a flying sword in the sky lost control, tumbling and falling to the ground.
The muscles on Qingxu's face twitched, it had only been a long time before the two monks had been killed, and he could no longer hold his breath.
The long sword of the blue splinter hung in the wind and stabbed at the youth.
This sword was fierce and ruthless, and the young man only felt that the cold light had reached his throat, and it was too late to dodge.
At this moment, a golden needle was pierced from nowhere, slender but tough, and the golden needle and the sword touched and was bounced out.
And the trajectory of the flying sword changed slightly, and it happened to pass by the young man's neck, startling him into a cold sweat.
Qingxu felt from the flying sword that the strength of the other party could not be underestimated, and dodged into the air, carefully observing the corners around him to prevent someone from ambushing.
A tall, thin armor soldier stepped out lightly, the golden needle floating silently in front of him like a living creature.
The young man rode the pig and quickly retreated behind the armor.
The people who were clear of the void also retreated, the battle formation made some adjustments, and the atmosphere of defense became a little thicker.
Qingxu came to the armor and said coldly, "Are you the master here?"
The armor priest looked up, his eyes blue and quiet, and he had no intention of answering.
Qingxu silently drew out the long sword, although this magic weapon is not very handy, but after many years of sword cultivation, even if a mortal product is in his hands, it can exert a lot of power.
The sword was pointed at the armorer's cheek, and the distance between the two was three feet, which was not a safe distance.
Apparently both of them have some confidence in themselves.
At this time, the young man behind the armor man spoke, "This is the puppet of the old man of the master, the strength is unfathomable, you better not try." ” The young man did not have the slightest hostility towards Qingxu, who had almost killed him just now, which made the Taoist a little puzzled.
But the clear eyes flashed not deception.
This person is either extremely stupid or broad-minded, and there is no difference between the two for this Taoist priest who has been in the underworld for many years Please share aa2705221: