Big dreamer

"Speaking of which, how did you get here?" Shen Luo suddenly asked.

"Then I have to thank you for your Qingtian Inkstone and Mohun Pen. If it weren't for the power of the void in these two treasures, we wouldn't have been able to forcefully activate the teleportation circle at the last moment..." Yan Lie smiled and said, said.

"In this case, I can be regarded as your savior... But from the looks of you, you don't seem to want to repay your kindness?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and said.

"Benefactor? Haha, Fellow Daoist Shen is really good at joking. Now that the three of us have formed an alliance, if you know what is going on, just capture him without a fight. Maybe you can save your life and save us from wasting our mana." Master Wan Shui said first.

"Fellow Taoist Wanshui, your play is too good. If you keep acting like this, I will take it seriously." Shen Luo rolled his eyes and pretended to be helpless.

Master Wan Shui laughed angrily at him and said: "It's already this time, what's the point of still doing these tricks?"

As he said this, he was actually a little worried that the other two people would misunderstand him, so he took the lead and attacked Shen Luo and the two.

I saw the spiritual light on Zhuiyunzhuidian boots under his feet suddenly brightening, and his figure instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

Shen Luo's eyes flashed, and the ghostly eyes of the underworld were already in action. He stepped out with a slanting moon step, twisted his body, and nimbly dodged from the side, passing by Master Wan Shui.

He had already grasped a Pure Yang Flying Sword in his palm and swept towards Master Wan Shui.

Master Wan Shui also seemed to be too fast. For a moment, he was able to dodge without haste and was cut off by Shen Luo's sword.

However, even though his body was severed by a sword, there was no blood spilled from the wound. Instead, his body twisted and changed, and it collapsed like water ripples and smoke.

"Water Moon Illusion..." Nie Caizhu murmured softly.

But Shen Luo suddenly shouted: "Cai Zhu, be careful."

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared from behind Nie Caizhu, it was Zhenren Wan Shui.

He pretended to attack Shen Luo and used illusion as a cover, but in fact he went straight towards Nie Caizhu.

"Humph, it's too late..." Master Wan Shui shouted loudly.

Golden light suddenly appeared in his hand, and he actually held the golden dragon pair of scissors and strangled Nie Caizhu's neck.

When Nie Caizhu discovered that he had cast the "Water Moon Illusion", his hands had already formed a seal. At this moment, there was no need to turn around at all, and the hair tie tied behind his head bloomed with the magical light.

Thousands of miles of cirrus clouds immediately stretched out, winding directly along the double scissors of the golden dragon, and headed straight for the neck of Master Wan Shui like a spiritual snake.

Master Wan Shui didn't panic at all, he still strangled the golden dragon scissors in his hand with all his strength. At the same time, a slender yellow light shot out from his waist and hit his chest.

Just before the cirrus clouds were about to wrap around his neck, a yellow and simple copper coin flew out of the slender yellow light and hit it first.

The magic weapon aura shrouded in the thousands of miles of cirrus clouds immediately dissipated, falling down like gauze.

"Die."

Master Wan Shui's golden scissors flashed, and they were strangled together instantly.

Where the golden light fell, a strand of black hair broke and fell into the air. As for Nie Caizhu, she had already moved away with her flat-footed Qingyun boots.

When Che Qingtian saw this posture, he finally felt relieved towards Master Wan Shui.

Shen Luo had already arrived at Nie Caizhu's side, standing with his back to her, and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter. It's a pity that we lost a magic weapon just after the fight." Nie Caizhu shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter. I'll just bring it back later." Shen Luo's eyes were slightly focused, and his tone was calm and calm, but Nie Caizhu didn't know that the look he was looking at Master Wan Shui at this moment had become extremely cold, as if he was looking at Like a dead corpse.

Wan Shui Zhenren put Wanli Cirrus into his sleeves. He noticed the sinking gaze and couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. He quickly called to the other two people and said, "Driving friends, Yan Lie, what else are you looking at? Let's do it together."

Hearing this, Yan Lie nodded and said nothing. He just took out the dust-free fan from his sleeve and held it in his hand.

"Don't worry, both of them will die today." Che Qingtian also took out an octagonal box from his sleeve.

"Why do they still have magic weapons in their hands? Can they still open the stored magic weapons?" Shen Luo looked at it and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

However, when I thought that they all took out the magic weapons from their sleeves instead of summoning them casually, I felt that this was not the case.

In fact, the reason why Yan Lie and Wan Shui Zhenren had magic weapons in hand was because they had taken out several magic weapons to cope with the unexpected events they encountered during the previous teleportation. Therefore, they all carried them close to their bodies and did not put them into storage magic weapons.

As for Che Qingtian, he already had a lot of Yanjia with him.

At this time, Che Qingtian raised his hand and waved, and the octagonal box immediately fell to the ground. The pattern on the lid flashed and opened with a "pop".

Immediately afterwards, a black light was seen, and a tall and burly jet-black armor jumped out of it.

Its appearance resembles a warrior wearing armor, but what is exposed between the gaps in its armor are strips of bright red muscle, some of which even extend beyond the gaps in the armor and cover the armor.

It looked like flesh and blood had grown together.

"Shen Luo, you are considered proficient in Yanjia. How about you try my Blood Wheel King Yanjia?" Che Qingtian sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall black armored man had already rushed towards Shen Luo. The speed didn't look very fast, but the black long knife in his hand was shining with black light, which looked very impressive.

In this world, all movements are restricted. No one dares to fly higher at will, for fear of accidentally flying too high, rushing into the barrier restriction above, and being obliterated by the invisible power of restriction.

In order to protect Nie Caizhu, Shen Luo's eyes were focused, and he no longer had any intention to dodge. He stepped forward, holding the sword with one hand instead of holding it with both hands. The Huang Ting Sutra skills in his body were running, and he swung his sword to meet the attack.

Not to be outdone, Blood Wheel King Yan Jia slashed down with his sword.

The black sword light and the red sword energy each brought out two afterimages in mid-air, like two charging flags colliding together.

A sharp cry of "Zheng"!

The blades collided with each other, and the huge impact wave suddenly exploded, turning into two wind walls roaring out.

The black long sword and the red long sword collided with each other, making sharp sounds, but no one took a step back. In terms of strength alone, they were evenly matched.

The two of them were still wrestling on one side, but the whistling wind suddenly became loud on the other side, but Yan Lie had already joined in, waving the dust-free fan in his hand, and the wind blades were cutting towards Shen Luo.

Shen Luo was unambiguous. He raised his other hand toward him, and the fire ignited in his palm. Three pure Yang flying swords shot out of the air at the same time, heading straight for the wind blade.

The three long swords were horns, and they were brought out with each other. They all made sharp sword sounds. The sword lights on their bodies were everywhere, and flames flew out, rushing towards Yan Lie like meteors and rain of fire.

The flaming sword light collided with the wind blades all over the sky, erupting into bursts of violent roars.

The powerful cutting power of the dust-free fan immediately shredded all the sword light and turned it into flame dust until it disappeared.

However, after the rain of fire, there were three more roars.

A blazing heat wave surged up, and the three Golden Crow Sword Spirits appeared together and pounced on Yan Lie.