"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

A terrifying scream sounded in the mouth of Zuiyue Hall, as if thousands of powerful bows and crossbows were shooting in a series of fire, roaring, scolding, crying and begging for mercy. All of this quickly became silent.

The black-haired riding horse was waiting outside the hall without expression, but the horse under their crotch felt very uneasy, sniffing gently, and four hooves stepped on the stone road, trying to escape from here, but the owner's constraints made their efforts completely useless.

Not long after, Tang Feifan, wearing a purple robe, stepped out of the moon, and his graceful appearance was like a young master from the world who was watching the moon. Tang Feifan's eyes were filled with strange purple light under the clear light of the moon night. Looking at the black-haired cavalry neatly arranged outside the hall, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Tang Feifan's mouth.

"The Emperor will be proud of your heroic death!"

The commander of the Qingsi Knight was surprised, but he raised his vigilance in his heart. He made a gesture quietly. The extremely tacit warrior immediately put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and an invisible murderous aura had gathered above them.

The strength of the commander of the Qingsi Cavalry to open up the Zhoutian acupoint and cooperate with the hundred brave men under him may not be weaker than Tang Feifan. This is his reliance.

"Immortal Master, what do you mean?"

"Commander Huang, you are really ruthless and dare to attack the emperor's personal army's blue-haired cavalry. It's so crazy. However, my magic power is weak and it's hard to avenge you all. It's really embarrassing!" Tang Feifan said, and he pointed forward and said, "Everyone, the road to the underworld is far away, please go quickly!"

Commander Huang's eyes sterned, and a thin needle broke through the air and suddenly stabbed into his eyebrows. He sneered and shouted: "Kill!"

The divine sword behind Commander Huang let out a light whisper, leisurely unsheathed, and fell into his palm. The auspicious color shone, and the sword edge burst into a beautiful flower in front of him.

This is a sword that Huang's skills are almost the best, and it is the peak. However, the purple needle is not affected at all. If it is not essential, it will pass directly through the center of the sword flower.

Then, Commander Huang heard the sound of soothing again, and countless magic needles filled his vision. At this moment, the purple fine needle penetrated into Commander Huang's eyebrows.

[What a poisonous weapon! Someone died without any wickedness!]

As soon as the hundred knights began to charge by steering their horses, they saw endless magic needles rushing over, instantly submerging them. Wherever the purple magic needle passed, all spirits were destroyed.

The knights and horses all turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, while the saddles, belly bands, horse whips, and clothes were as intact as before. This scene was so strange.

The magic needle reunited in an instant, transformed into one, and returned to Tang Feifan's eyebrows happily, a trace of abnormal flush flashed leisurely across his face.

With the Wujian magic needle in his hand, Tang Feifan's strength soared like a rocket. Within a few months, he practiced Qi and successfully passed the level of sensing the world. He didn't even need to swallow the Huanzhen Dao Pill. The accumulation brought by the magic needle alone made the Yuan Liquid in the Zhoutian acupoint rolling like a river, and it was like a scene of Yuan Liquid being greatly improved.

Of course, he has not yet achieved the realm of the thunder sound in the room, otherwise he can fly to the Nine Heavens, ignite the true talisman, and condense the Yuan Dan!

This Zuiyue Hall is the subordinate hall of Huanzhen Taoism. There are several uncontrollable monks practicing, and now they have become Tang Feifan's stepping stones.

Since Tangcheng passed the level of Sensing Heaven and Earth, he took the green silk cavalry all the way east, picking twenty-three lower courtyards of the True Dao. Under the attack of the Wujian Demon Needle, the chicken and dog were left without any hell. This Zuiyue Hall was the last place. In any case, even if there were a group of pigs up and down in the True Dao, it was time to react!

Take out the tables, chairs, tea sets, and stoves from the storage rings. Tang Feifan cooked fragrant tea in this quiet dead land, and the fragrance of tea was lingering and refreshing.

Tang Feifan held a delicate porcelain cup and looked up at the sky. He was waiting for the other party to arrive. This was not because Tang Feifan overestimated himself. Although no one knew about killing his fellow disciples, there was no reason for the word "framing".

Tang Feifan had no foundation in the Louguan Dao. If he did not make enough merits, how could he climb to a high position? If he could not climb to a high position, how could he realize his plan?

Indeed, with the Demon Book in hand, Tang Feifan only needs to find a secluded place and practice slowly, and naturally he can become a Yuandan and refine the soul. However, how could the life of a lonely person be wanted by Tang Feifan?

Tang Feifan clearly remembers the scene when he was in Qingyao Village, under the gaze of Xihe. He didn't even know the origin of his opponent, how to take revenge in the future? Only by holding the big tree of Lou Guandao can he realize his various wishes.

Tang Feifan giggled in his heart, it was a creepy smile.

A light of escape came like a meteor coming through the sky, not eye-catching in the starry night sky. However, it attracted Tang Feifan's attention at the first time.

The faint blue escape light is extremely rare. At least for the first time Tang Feifan saw it, the icy blue debris light disappeared, revealing Zhao Ningshuang's face that was more beautiful than a woman.

"Fellow Taoist came from afar, why not come down and drink a cup of fragrant tea?" Tang Feifan smiled slightly, without any evil spirits.

Zhao Ningshuang went down the sword, changing in a tortuous way, as smart as a god, and obviously had the three flavors of sword control. In contrast, Tang Feifan's sword control technique that he had learned in Louguandao was extremely crude and unremarkable.

Tang Feifan raised his glass and asked, "Don't you dare to ask about the high name of fellow Taoist?"

Zhao Ningshuang looked at everything on the ground without answering, and shouted with a face like Qiushuang: "Demonic, are you doing all this on the ground?"

Tang Feifan was not sure of Zhao Ningshuang's origin, so he naturally refused to tell the truth. He sighed and said, "How is this for no reason for fellow Taoist? If I did it, I would still stay here and not walk. Will someone come to catch it?"

Zhao Ningshuang was not a fool, so he snorted coldly, "That may not be!" Having said that, Zhao Ningshuang did not take action immediately.

Over the years, the Tao of Huanzhen has grown stronger, which has made the status of disciples of the sect soar. When they go out, other monks always have to look up to it. This has also made some disciples of Huanzhenyao arrogant and unaware of the so-called.

Zhao Ningshuang was not the monk sent by the Zhendao to deal with the destruction of the lower court. He just happened to pass by here. During the meeting of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, Zhao Ningshuang recalled afterwards and always felt like she had been fooled. In a depressed mood, Zhao Ningshuang said goodbye to his master and relaxed everywhere. Unexpectedly, she accidentally found that the lower court of his own sect had been wiped out several times, and the methods were extremely cruel. Zhao Ningshuang checked the traces, followed closely, and saw Tang Feifan.

Not far away is Zuiyue Hall. There is no need to go inside to check. Zhao Ningshuang has found out through his spiritual sense that there is no one inside, and he is one step too late!

In a rage, Zhao Ningshuang spoke without hesitation, and asked with a halberd finger: "Which disciple are you? Why are you here?" Zhao Ningshuang's peerless beauty was not damaged even in such anger. Instead, a faint fragrance like orchids and musk drifted out, stirring the fields.

Tang Feifan smiled coldly, stood up and shouted, "This is exactly what I want to ask you. This is the lower courtyard of my Huanzhen Dao Zuiyue Hall. Who are you? Peeping here? Are they being killed by yours?"

Zhao Ningshuang was stunned and said unconfidently: "You are also my true disciple? Why have I never seen you?"

"Because, you're a fool!"

Since he learned about Zhao Ningshuang's identity, Tang Feifan no longer hesitated. With a long roar, he whistled and a green flying sword from bottom to top, picking Zhao Ningshuang.

"What a villain!"

When Zhao Ningshuang saw the green sword light, she almost burst into laughter. After all, he still remembered that this was a life-and-death struggle, but he didn't dare to be too careless.

It's no wonder that Zhao Ningshuang is like this. Tang Feifan's flying sword was collected from a disciple of the lower yard. All the lower yards of the sect are mostly unhealthy guys, and their cultivation is mostly stagnant in the Qi Refining Stage and they cannot make progress. As for the magic weapon and flying sword, they will have to be as bad as possible. Otherwise, more than twenty lower yards of the true Taoism would not have been completely slaughtered by Tang Feifan alone.

This flying sword called Cuiyu is not only of the material, but also inexplicable in sacrifices and refining. Tang Feifan was really a general who was a lame man, and he just found such a flying sword.

But in the eyes of Zhao Ningshuang, the pride of heaven, even if the rags like Cuiyu Sword are given to him, they are lazy to take a look at them, let alone use them?

[Catch this person first and ask me what happened!] Zhao Ningshuang thought this way, after all, the lower courtyards were killed completely, and there must be deeper reasons afterwards. If we don’t ask clearly, how can we find out the bigger mastermind?

Whether it is Zhendao or Louguandao, they are not the master of swordsmanship. Compared with Kunwu Jianzhai, the sharpness of its swordsmanship is undoubtedly far from that of Kunwu Jianzhai.

However, for the battle in front of you, the winner can be decided by just a flying sword!

"collapse!"

Zhao Ningshuang's flying sword, with a blue light, hit the Cuiyu Sword. The blue light shook hundreds of times in an instant, hitting the middle abdomen of the Cuiyu Sword. Without any surprise, it collapsed the Cuiyu Sword into two pieces in an instant.

Tang Feifan's sword skills were really bad, and the flying sword was destroyed in one round. However, the man was not panicked, and flew away. There were naturally countless extremely powerful escape techniques in the Heavenly Demon Book for Tang Feifan to practice. However, he was using a big-name escape technique with a moderate speed and no excellence.

Before using it, Tang Feifan still had the time to shout: "The demon is crazy in cultivating monsters. You must know that I really don't know how to bully me! If you kill my disciples, you will be punished by God!"

Tang Feifan's behavior has his own purpose.

Whether it was the previous sword technique or the current escape technique, Tang Feifan used some ordinary techniques, and there was no way to find out the origin, which made Zhao Ningshuang afraid of the mouse and unwilling to kill.

This Wind Escape Technique is even more slick. Although it is not fast, the turning point is satisfactory and it is not easy to catch. Tang Feifan was prepared for it.

The two chased and fled, and rushed to the east for 800 miles, but they still never caught the mouse Tang Feifan. At this time, the accident that Tang Feifan was looking forward to finally arrived.
Chapter completed!