"I didn't expect that even the White Emperor Sword Immortal would be trapped!"

Bystanders all saw that the White Emperor Sword Immortal is not in good condition at the moment.

The fairy sword connected by blood was chased by Wang Lingguan, and was beaten with a steel whip in his hand, and was unable to return for a long time.

And he himself was even attacked by Mo Duyu using fire magic.

Although the White Emperor Sword Immortal was empty-handed and could still catch the wind and brew sword energy, constantly cutting the giant python of flames, anyone could see that it was very difficult to deal with without the fairy sword.

Mo Duyu even rode a flame-fire horse and came down from a high place, without leaving any breathing time.

Therefore, people from all forces were sure that Taoism had used a trick.

The so-called guardian gods are fundamentally different from the immortal sword.

The Taoist guardian gods and generals borrowed from the upper realm by combining their unique magical powers with incense and fire.

Such an existence has combat instinct and can fight against the enemy without manipulation.

The Wang Lingguan summoned by Mo Duyu is equivalent to having an extra pair of arms, which is far sharper than the sword immortal of the White Emperor Sword Immortal.

Therefore, from the beginning, Taoism knew this, but it still made a point.

What surprised everyone was that Gouqu Shan Fangdou knew that he was still leaning towards Taoism, which was a bit incredible.

After all, on the road to Fang Dou's rise, both Taoism and the Sword Immortal in Shu were not as harmonious as it was.

Benchu ​​Zhenren dared to ask him to "preserve justice" because of this.

Who would have thought that Fang Dou opened his eyes and spoke lies in Taoism.

No wonder Ling Xiao and the two sword immortals in Qingcheng said before leaving, "There will be rewarded."

"Yuantong, there's no way. It seems that we should play in the next game!"

Di Xin sighed, "I expected that it is not bad. The only one who can defeat Taoism is our Buddhist path!"

"The world is bustling, all of which are mediocre!"

"Only my Buddhist path can compete with the sun and the moon for light!"

Yuantong subconsciously turned his head, glanced at the man in black robe, and asked subconsciously, "Can you win?"

"sure!"

Yuantong smiled strangely, "They have Wang Lingguan, don't we?"

There are also Dharma protectors in Buddhism and Taoism, the three great Rakshasa who are perfect and enlightened, and one of the Ming Kings, are the ones who are the ones who are the Dharma protectors.

...

On the ring!

The magic power of the White Emperor Sword Immortal's palms rolled up a strong wind, and countless fine sword energy cut the nine-level fire wall in front of him into pieces.

A clear environment appeared in front of me for a while, but slowly came from the opposite side, Mo Duyu riding a flaming horse.

"White Emperor Sword Immortal, how easy is it for you to have no Sword Immortal?"

"Why don't you take the initiative to walk down the rooftop!"

Mo Duyu opened his mouth and stabbed the musket decisively without waiting for the other party to answer. With the howling sound, two fire dragons hovered over the long spear, swimming upwards in a spiral shape, and finally gathered on the tip of the spear.

Sure enough, he knew that the White Emperor Sword Immortal had a firm temperament and could not agree to surrender. What he said just now was just a formality.

With one shot here, the two dragons swim in the fire, which contains the burning and killing move.

The White Emperor Sword Immortal had empty hands, and if there was no fairy sword, it would be impossible to block this move.

“Hohuh!”

Unexpectedly, a few flying feathers suddenly fell in front of the White Emperor Sword Immortal.

This is so strange. From the moment I fought on the rooftop, the clouds have been broken repeatedly, and the birds dare not pass by. Where did the fallen feathers come from now?

These flying feathers seem to be weak, but in fact they are wrapped in round balls of light, looking like works of art.

"go!"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal exerted force with his palms, and several flying feathers immediately condensed into a stream, flying towards the two fire dragons on the tip of the spear.

Rush!

The weak flying feather spiraled and covered the musket in the blink of an eye.

Mo Duyu's expression changed drastically, and the force brought back made his arm shocked, and he almost couldn't catch the musket.

He couldn't guess that these flying feathers were another flying sword, and the level was not below the immortal sword.

"feather?"

Benchu ​​Zhenren screamed in shock, "Lingxiao Sword Immortal, you are cheating!"

Everyone in the world knows that the fairy sword of Lingxiao Sword Immortal is called Feather.

The second immortal sword in front of me was like the sword of Lingxiao Sword Immortal, but it broke into the sacrificial platform.

The immortal sword and the sword immortal are all inseparable. The symbol of this move is the Lingxiao sword immortal intervenes in the battle.

"Sorry, according to what you said just now, the immortal sword and the guardian god will be the same!"

Lingxiao Sword Immortal and Qingcheng Sword Immortal looked at each other with a smile, and then said to him, "If Mo Duyu has a second god general, you can summon it!"

"Before I went on stage just now, I lent the immortal sword to the White Emperor Sword Immortal, which is not considered cheating!"

He pointed his hand at the stage, "Look, I didn't interfere at all!"

Sure enough, the one who controls the "feather" of the immortal sword is the White Emperor Sword Immortal.

As for the immortal sword of the White Emperor Sword Immortal himself, this time he fought with Wang Lingguan and turned into a white rainbow and tangled back and forth.

"Good means!"

Mo Duyu is now in a tough battle.

The immortal sword "Feather" was made by Lingxiao Sword Immortal. It is made with a vague spiritual energy. When it is running, it is light and heavy, sometimes it is empty and not subject to force, sometimes it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Mo Duyu's spear technique is not exquisite, it is driven entirely by the power of the Fire Tribe Tianzhang. This time he trembled with him and was exhausted.

"withdraw!"

Mo Duyu suddenly pulled back, not even a musket, drove the flames and turned around and left quickly.

The moment he let go, the feathers rotated rapidly and rose suddenly, instantly swallowing the spear surrounded by flames.

"It's too urgent to leave, why not stay!"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal was slow to go, but he didn't relax and pointed at a few feathers.

Hurry!

Each feather began to squirm, turning into agile flying birds, flapping their wings and chasing Mo Duyu.

Now, even if the fire horse accelerates, Mo Duyu is gradually caught up by the flying bird.

Look at these birds, with sharp mouths and sharp claws. Once hit, they will be hit by a real fairy sword, and their flesh and blood will definitely not be able to withstand it.

Mo Duyu pulled off a large piece of rune, held it in his palm and squirted a few times, turning into an exquisite small crossbow.

"Swoosh!"

After aiming for a moment, the small crossbow exerted force, and a fire light shot out, hitting a flying bird.

When the flying bird saw the fire coming, its whole body exploded, its feathers scattered out, turning into sharp sword energy, and it rushed up to wrap the fire.

The sound of cutting echoed in the air. After a moment, the feathers dissipated and the flames disappeared.

Mo Duyu shook seven or eight times in a row, and hundreds of fire lights flew out, covering all the flying birds like splashing water.

He also knew that the firelight shot from the small crossbow was useless to the flying bird, and the intention of this move was to gain some time.

The sharpness of the sword immortal on earth was not until he personally met the enemy.

When he reached the critical bald head, Mo Duyu had an irrelevant thought in his heart.

One of the three sword immortals in Shu is already so difficult. Isn’t it even more terrifying that Fang Dou, the rumored sword immortal in the country, Fang Dou, even more terrifying?

Fortunately, just now, Fang Dou had made it clear that he would give up this competition.

Mo Duyu breathed a sigh of relief. If Fang Dou came on stage, he would not have the confidence to be able to guard the sacrificial platform.

But is the White Emperor Sword Immortal...

Mo Duyu looked up and looked at the Baidi Sword Immortal opposite, and saw that I still have some tricks.
Chapter completed!