Fairy

On the streets of the small island, there are barefoot fishermen passing by everywhere. They are dark skinned, carrying fishing nets, and old women weaving nets on the side of the street. But Wang Xian sensed the slightest murderous intent.

Aware of the murderous intent was not just because of his cultivation, but because Wang Xian had been vigilant about danger after several times of killing and calamity.

"Such a peaceful island has hidden murderous intentions. Are these people coming for Ruan Hongyu, or me? It's not scary if they come for Ruan Hongyu, but it's scary if they come for me." Wang Xian Frowning, what he was most worried about was that his identity would be exposed.

After walking another few hundred meters, Wang Xian's eyes turned cold. He noticed that all the murderous intentions were concentrated on Ruan Hongyu's body, and only a few murderous intentions locked on him.

"These people want to kill Ruan Hongyu, or are they trying to divert my attention by focusing on Ruan Hongyu? In fact, I am the one who killed them." Wang Xian was keenly aware that these people hiding in the dark hadn't Preparing for the action, I thought carefully: "The world of comprehension is very cruel. This Ruan Hongyu may be a bait that the enemy puts by my side. I have to guard against it."

Wang Xian quietly distanced himself from Ruan Hongyu, pulled out the two ghost knives of Huangquan hidden next to his body with both hands, and at the same time ordered the Jindan to be hidden in the dark in Gongsunyang who was being repaired little by little for refining the Yuanying, preparing to do it at the critical moment. A surprise soldier strikes.

Murderous intent erupted at that moment, flying swords, sharp blades, and spinning golden bowls flashed in the air, shooting at Ruan Hongyu.

Wang Xian's figure flashed into a grocery store by the side of the street, and the Huangquan Ghost Knife in his hand flew close to the cultivator of the real gang period in the yellow coat who flew out, and cut off his arm with one knife.

"Ah----!" As the arm of the yellow-coated cultivator fell to the ground with a snap, he let out a scream, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he swung a fiery sword with one hand and stabbed at Wang Xian's arm. , I want to change one arm for another.

Wang Xian sneered, bent his arms, and spun the Huangquan Phantom Knife in his hand, drawing a mysterious trajectory, breaking through the Fiery Sword, and opening a bloody mouth on the throat of the cultivator in yellow.

With a puff, the cultivator in the yellow coat felt a chill in his throat, and blood spurted out from his throat. The moment he lowered his head and looked down at his throat, Wang Xian's knife swiped upwards from his chin, and his whole head swung left and right. Divide in two and roll down on both sides.

Wang Xian killed a cultivator of the True Astral Stage cleanly and neatly. His body was like a cheetah, and he swiftly and swiftly pounced on a cultivator in purple clothes who shot a purple feather sword.

The purple Habayashi knife was like a purple line flying towards the direction where Wang Xianfei was rushing. Wang Xian didn't think of retreating. He bent his elbow and held the Huangquan ghost knife to block the purple Habayashi knife.

The cultivator in purple gave a ferocious smile, and the purple habayashi knife stopped by the ghost knife of Huangquan suddenly turned into thousands of flying needles, piercing through the void, and shot towards Wang Xian's head in all directions.

"What a vicious knife-turning flying needle skill." Wang Xian put his arms around his head, turned his body upwards, and blocked countless flying needles with his back. At the same time, the ghost knife in his hand flew towards the cultivator in purple.

Puff puff, countless flying needles pierced directly into Wang Xian's flesh. Fortunately, Wang Xian's current body is a puppet body, so he can't feel any pain at all, just numb.

Wang Xian blocked the flying needle with his body, and the ghost knife of Huangquan that he swung out grazed the purple-clothed cultivator's scalp, but only hurt the purple-clothed cultivator, but failed to kill him.

"Kun Yuan Mirror!" The purple-clothed cultivator made seals with both hands, and a bronze-colored bronze mirror appeared in front of him, protecting him.

Wang Xian stretched out his hand to recall the ghost knife of Huangquan, and shot out two hurricanes with both hands, and the hurricane swept Xiang Kun Yuanjing like a destructive force.

The Kunyuan mirror emits a bronze-colored light, and wherever the light goes, the wind turns into smoke and disperses.

"This Kunyuan mirror is a sixth-order defensive magic weapon to destroy the stellar qi. It is not easy to break through the Dzogchen realm of your ancestors." The purple-clothed comprehension said coldly.