I have nothing but luck

As soon as she drew the knife, the three Mahayanas knew her identity well.

Except for Xie Guiyuan, who is recognized as the most powerful in the Mahayana, and even beheaded Xie Guiyuan, who would dare to pull out his sword against the three strong men in the same realm?

A patriarch of the Dragon family was the first to move. Seeing Xie Ronghua's knife tip, he drew his gun in his hand, and a dragon shot seemed to be swept out. It was like thunder, and the wind in the world was also condensed.

The other two opened and closed their swords with the intention of sweeping thousands of armies, and the other used his bare hands to strike out with his perfectly tempered flesh.

People who grew up fighting in the wasteland have no good stubble.

The first move of the exchange between the four lifted up a layer of land in the wasteland, flying sand and rocks everywhere, and the sky filled with loess.

They are all in the Mahayana realm, with spiritual power to protect their bodies, but the sand, gravel and mud can't get close to them, and it's hard for others to choke their mouths full of sand.

Xie Ronghua wouldn't follow the housekeeping tricks of the three of them, otherwise let alone her name is Xie Guiyuan, even if she is called Jiang Jingxing, she wouldn't be able to live alive to this day, and would often wrestle with the radicals to the point where he would almost die of anger.

Taking advantage of the violent wind they fought against each other, Xie Ronghua's figure was hidden in the wind and sand.

A big living person, not even a piece of bright red clothes can be seen.

That movement method is the one that Xie Rongjiao used when he was in the non-chosen academy, and it is one of the most proud of the Xie family's bottom-of-the-box exercises.

Shout out to the wind to take advantage of it.

With the same body technique, Xie Ronghua, who is at the peak of the Mahayana, is completely different from Xie Rongjiao. She is almost integrated with the energy of heaven and earth, as if the provocative woman who made the saber a few breaths ago was just imagined by the three of them. exist.

The patriarch who uses the sword and the gun is from the same genus, the tacit understanding is extraordinary, and they withdraw the attack and return to the defense at the same time. The proud weapon protects their vital points all over the body, and the spiritual power flows continuously. If Xie Ronghua launches a sneak attack with the sword, he will be blocked by the spiritual power One stop, and fight for them the first-line opportunity to send troops.

Mahayana, whose body had been hardened to the extreme, yelled directly and punched the wind and sand, and each punch was as fast as a punch. In the end, all directions were full of wind and sand, and all directions were full of shadows of fists.

Since you are in this wind and sand, then I will disperse the wind and sand, so that you have nowhere to retreat!

It's easy to open a mountain with one punch, the mountain is there, no matter how high or large, as long as you have enough strength and a big enough fist, why can't you open it? .

It is difficult to break up the wind and sand, the sand is fine and scattered, and the wind is even more illusory. How difficult is it to press all the wind and sand back into the soil with one breath of true energy when punching out?

That Mahayana did it.

He punched out punch after punch, and the wind and sand retreated step by step. Wherever the fist wind went, the wind and sand were all rammed into the barren land.

Xie Ronghua's figure was hidden in the wind and sand, retreating step by step.

Once the knife repairer makes a knife, he will go forward without fear of death.

But being brave and not afraid of death is not sending death in vain.

For the momentary brilliance of the Frost and Cold Fourteen States, the sword cultivator spent decades and hundreds of years to cultivate the heart of the sword, and repeatedly sharpened the fastest and brightest sword edge in numerous sword sharpenings.

So is knife repair.

Xie Ronghua retreated again and again, feeling aggrieved and resentful.

Her eyes are getting brighter, and her hand holding the knife is getting tighter!

Make the radical of the fist stomp your feet heavily, and swing your arms for the last punch.

The overwhelming momentum seemed to smash the whole earth into pieces.

In the next moment, the ground under the radical's feet really collapsed, leaving a big pit with a length and width of one hundred feet and a depth of more than ten feet.

The startled radical backed away quickly, took a deep breath at the heart and lungs, and protected the practitioner's vitals with a horizontal fist in front of the dantian.

The dragon radical no longer danced the gun back to defend, he sprayed a mouthful of blood on the gun head, and the silver light shone on the gun in an instant. Between heaven and earth.

Let practitioners within hundreds of miles stop for a while, and then speed up their pace, for fear that they will become the mortal who will be harmed by the fight between the gods.

The loess soared into the sky one after another!

After taking advantage of the good wind, it will be sent to Qingyun.

Xie Ronghua appeared from the top of the loess that was scrambling to squeeze up, and cut open the loess that was about to become a hill.

Like the first sun rising through countless clouds and mountains.

The corner of her clothes was fluttering in the strong wind, and it was blown violently. It was clearly a slash, but it seemed that she wanted to go straight to the blue sky.

When Mo Luo swallowed his anger and cleaned up Jiang Jingxing's mess, Jiang Jingxing, the owner of the matter, was not idle and was busy covering up Xie Rongjiao's disturbance of Zhenjiang Mountain.

It makes people can't help but sigh, one after another, when will the injustice be repaid.

Borrowing the sword and taking the blame, Jiang Jingxing felt a little elated when he turned himself into a creditor. When a group of people from the Buchou Academy came to meet up, he just asked indifferently after seeing Xie Rongjiao: "Killed three people?" How does Mahayana feel?"

"It's the sword you borrowed, Master." Xie Rongjiao didn't have the slightest hint of flattery, his words were calm, and his posture was upright, "After seeing the sword you borrowed, Master, I really want to see the sword you used to kill radicals, it must be very good .”

He had a premonition that that sword was bound to shock the world.

Twelve tribes in the Eastern Wilderness, Moro in the Western Wilderness, four surnames of the Northern Zhou royal family, three sects in one city in the Southern Region, and the three border armies are struggling to maintain the peace and stability on the surface. This sword will break the inner tide. Swallow the whole world.

I don't know whether it will become a better or worse era.

Xie Rongjiao was in a situation, but he didn't know it either.

But he believed in Jiang Jingxing.

He felt that the decision Jiang Jingxing made was right, so he stayed by Jiang Jingxing's side to accompany him on the journey.

A dignified saint, it was hard for him to hold back for a while, and he couldn't hold on for half a stick of incense.

When he met those eyes, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw the stars embracing the bright moon, and the fairyland covered with clouds.

No, how could there be someone in this world like Xie Rongjiao who can control him to death, just one sentence is enough to win everything, no matter what, it is hard to harden one's heart.

Both the Jianmen Fazong belonged to the Taoist sect, and they should have come from the same source. Later, because of the different interpretations of Tao, the two families diverged greatly, and then separated.

Therefore, the relationship between the two has always maintained a delicate state.

The students of the academy who were forced to know the origins of the two families by the master of practice history spontaneously separated Jianmen Fazong, consciously almost drove him crazy, and his practice history finally came in handy to prevent Jianmen Fazong Moxiu from killing him stand up.

"My humble name is Gao Shan. I was invited by an old friend of Jianmen to accompany me to Beishou this time."

A series of wars and chaos ended, Jiang Jingxing remembered that the elder Fazong still didn't know his name, and he was really sorry for the identity he painstakingly fabricated.

Those who can kill three Mahayanas, there are ten people in the world.

There is also a saint.

Less with swords.

The bullying old man doesn't read much, don't you know the saying "A high mountain stands upright, a scene walks only"?

Elder Yu pulled his face, trying to make himself smile brighter.

There is no way, he is the honor of a saint and the grace of saving lives. Even if Jiang Jingxing said that he is the ancestor of Jianmen, Elder Yu has to say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I have never seen that old guy, I don't know how he looks You look so young and handsome.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to brag against his will.

In the distance, there is a cold light of swords rolling on the hot yellow sand.

It was a sword cultivator fighting with a horse thief wandering in the wilderness.

This is a very common scene in the wasteland, but the aura of that sword cultivator makes people feel familiar.

Without hesitation, Xie Rongjiao raised his sword and left, in an instant his figure was already hundreds of feet away.

A little wrinkle formed between Elder Yu's brows: "It's just a coincidence that the sword cultivator who is fighting with the horse thief is my old friend's disciple, and I will take care of him. This meeting will save me the trouble of going back to find him in the future."

Jiang Jingxing said with a bit of meaning: "It is indeed a coincidence that Ah Ci and I met his master not long ago."

"Is that the blacksmith from Fulai Town?" Two sentences are enough for Xie Rongjiao to deal with those low-level horse thieves and return to his original position.

He also saw that the aura of the young Jianxiu was similar to that of a blacksmith, and guessed that he was a descendant of him.

Unexpectedly, when Elder Yu saw the young sword cultivator, he said surprisingly: "I'm sorry for you, I thought that I would go to Xuanwu City to bring back your master's bones when I had time, but I didn't expect to be in danger now. I'm afraid It's impossible."

The young sword cultivator was surprised, and said with a smile: "Why do you need a hometown to bury your bones, and where is your life without green mountains? Master has a friend like an elder, and it must be enough to get drunk under the Nine Springs. After all, the living is the most important thing, and the elders don't need to worry about it."

Wait, Xie Rongjiao gripped the hilt of Zhenjiang Mountain tightly, it was only a month before they met the talking and laughing blacksmith in Fulai Town, how could he die in Xuanwu City in a blink of an eye?

What is so weird about the Xuanwu City where the city owner suspects collusion with Xie Hua that Mahayana Sword Cultivator can be buried there?

He raised his eyes slightly, but he didn't want to but could clearly see the hesitation in Jiang Jingxing's eyes.