Fantasy: I start as an old man, and others practice for me

Song Rui's magic weapon flying sword was not a high-class product, and there had been several openings before.

Now under the fierce collision, finally wailed and officially announced his retirement.

At this time, Shen Qiu was first stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

As if the laughter of this victor could dispel all the gloom in his heart.

"Haha, hahaha~

" "Hiss~hiss~Eh~Pain~"

just laughed a little hard, touching the wound.

"I said old man, why are you trying to mess with me. "

After cultivating immortals all his life, cultivation is only now refining the sixth layer of qi.

"I don't know which mountain is a scattered cultivation."

"The magic weapon still broke the flying sword, and now it has become two."

"Now I want to put a handful in front of this group of mortals, but I don't even have the guys who eat."

"This immortal cultivator, I look a little unbearable.

Shen Qiu said, but his face gradually became fierce.

"But you, you shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't hurt me.

"Old man, it's too late to regret.

"Just take a blow and send you straight on your way." When

everyone in the Ye family heard this, they all nervously wanted to see how Song Rui would respond.

Originally, they were extremely confident in this Immortal Wind Dao Bone Song Immortal Elder.

Because I heard about it before.

Song Immortal Chang was from the Great Immortal Cultivation Sect, and he personally cured Ye Ming's doubts.

Later, after using the treasure probe to hear the details of this adulterer, he also chose to lead everyone to catch the adulterer, thinking that he had confidence.

But I saw it just now.

Shen Qiu, who was also an immortal cultivator, appeared domineeringly, but on the other hand, Song Immortal Chang was still the same old god, just like a mortal old man.

I saw with my own eyes the actual situation of the old immortal elder taking advantage of the fact that the magic weapon was broken in half.

Everyone couldn't help but beat drums in their hearts.

Now, there should still be a back hand, right?

It won't be a silver-like wax spearhead, right?

If Song Xianchang doesn't have a hole card, everyone will follow with him.

He is so old, he should eat and drink, drink what he should drink, play and play, even if he dies immediately, this life is worth it.

But I haven't lived enough, my second room still warms me with a bed, I can't die."

I'm going to die, and before the funeral is done here, the wave of hooves has to find a home.

......

My daughter-in-law put a hat on me, thinking that I Ye Value always held a grudge against her for this.

If I want to survive this time, I will definitely choose to forgive.

After all, she just made the mistake that normal people would make.

Life is nothing important except death.

There is nothing that cannot be passed.

......

What's good about cultivating immortals.

If Old Man Ye is in danger, he will also burden me and wait.

Isn't it fragrant to be a worldly rich man, and enter the soil safely?

...... On Song Rui's side, he didn't expect that the magic weapon flying sword would suddenly break.

This is a relic of the predecessors, and it is indeed a pity that it was destroyed.

Forget it, this thing passed away as if it had died yesterday, and its destiny was as if it were born today.

Looking at Shen Qiu, who seemed to be sure of himself, Song Rui suddenly bred that long-lost impulse.

At this moment, he seemed to return to his youthful and vigorous time.

Have a good fight today.

Just enough to adapt to the changes brought about by changing exercises.

Then a huge black shadow flashed, standing next to Song Rui, but he was taller than himself.

It is the magic weapon "fate".

"Huh? This is... Is it a coffin?" "

Poof~Wow... Haha, hahaha. "

Eh~ Damn, it hurts.

"I really can't help it.

"I said old man, are you mad stimulated by what I just said

?" "Or do you know that you are going to die and want me to pack you in while it is hot afterwards?"

Shen Qiu suddenly became serious after speaking.

"Old man, your real purpose is not to just laugh me to death, huh?"

followed by even more brazen laughter.

The old and young of the Ye family were like a funeral exam.

Finished calving.

Originally thought that Song Xianchang might still have a back hand, but what could be taken out was a coffin?

Old man Song was going to be dashing!

Old Song was going to pack him and us and "send" away, but he prepared a packing box for himself.

But I really want to be killed by this old guy who is even prepared for the aftermath.

It's over, it's completely over.

Only Ye Kang did not despair.

He always believed that if he could cure Ye Ming's disease, which was helpless in the entire Qi Kingdom cultivation world, he would definitely not fall.

Although it was only the words in the letter, I did not see it personally.

But thinking of the bits and pieces of contact with Song Xianchang in the past two days, Ye Kang became even more convinced.

Just as the Aura Small Sword attacked Song Rui again, it was faster and more ruthless than before.

The old and young people of the Ye family had already thought of the end of Song Rui's imminent decapitation.

At this time, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

Ye Kang raised his head alone, his eyes widened, staring at Song Rui like a gambler.

I saw Song Rui with one finger, and the huge coffin flew up with a bang, straddling in front of him.

And the aura small sword could not be avoided, fiercely plunged into the coffin an inch, but did not strike as usual without success and flashed back.

"Blocked, that coffin actually blocked Shen Qiu's aura small sword.

Ye Kang shouted excitedly.

Everyone looked up sharply when they heard this, imagining that the scene of Old Man Song being beheaded by a sword did not appear, and he still looked indifferent.

The same expression, in the eyes of the Ye family at this moment, was full of masterful demeanor.

This coffin is actually a magic weapon?" If

it was a mortal thing, it would have been flown by its own Qingfeng sword like this, and it would have been turned over and torn apart.

But in the face of this object, it is only an inch into the wood.

And... Well

, under the urgent urging of the law, Qingfeng Sword not only did not advance again. Just when Shen Qiu wanted to withdraw, the spirit sword only trembled, but it was easily unable to break free.

At this time, Shen Qiu was anxious, his face was flushed, and he exerted the imperial art to the extreme, which was worthy of pulling out.

And at the small wound left after the rather large coffin was pierced by the Qingfeng sword, three mysterious forbidden laws flashed with a burst of blue-green wood spirit qi, and then looked at the wound was as intact as ever.

"It's still a top-grade lower grade magic weapon, a coffin magic weapon.

"This old man really has two brushes, uh~ plus a handful of personality."

Shen Qiu was annoyed by this.

Just said that he sent this old guy back to the west with a blow, but the people were so hairy, but they didn't hurt any of them.

But at this time, it is difficult to ride a tiger. Because there is not much spiritual power in his body.

However, when it comes to spiritual power, there is not much. The old man on the other side should not have much.

Moreover, he is such a great envoy, and the spiritual power consumption is even greater than mine.

Next, I used the flexibility of the Blue Blade Sword to contain him.

Even if it is consumed, it will also exhaust him to death.

Now that he had decided on the next fighting policy, Shen Qiu drove the spirit sword not to be heavy, and instead attacked Song Rui from various tricky angles.

At the beginning of the transformation of the rhythm of the fighting method, it seemed that it was indeed as Shen Qiu thought, and Song Rui was a little tired of coping.

But Song Rui's side, after gradually becoming familiar with the operation skills of "Fate" in the fighting method, felt annoyed by the fly.

Taking advantage of the gap between fighting methods, Song Rui pinched the magic technique.

I saw the coffin lid flying, and the body of the coffin, which was three inches thick, circled half a circle to pocket Song Rui into it from behind.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qiu seemed to swallow a fly himself.