Super Great Fortune Teller

"What?" Zhang Ziwei was stunned when she heard Zhang longkui's words, and then looked in the direction of Wang Qian again.

At this time, hundreds of practitioners' flying sword attack energy set off the colorful cave.

With Zhang Ziwei's current cultivation, we can't see exactly what happened.

But the more he looked, the more frightened he was.

The master of heaven was suspended in the air. He saw those practitioners of congenital level hit Wang Qian with the magic of flying swords. However, Wang Qian was not seriously injured and even jumped up and down in the package of butterflies.

It seems that the attack energy of those flying swords just tickles him.

Seeing this, some practitioners soon found out something wrong.

And Wang Qian was there shouting crazily: "stop! Stop it! I'm from Beimang mountain! "

When those practitioners heard Wang Qian's words, they squeezed the sword formula harder. Now Wang Qian even said that he was from Beimang mountain, which made them feel that their intelligence was insulted.

An old man in a blue Bagua Taoist robe suddenly hummed coldly: "Beimang mountain? Don't say you're from Beimang mountain. Even if you're from Luofu Mountain, I can't miss it! It's Beimang mountain

"Old bastard! How dare I name you! See if I fight Beimang mountain or not, you'll be done! " Wang Qian snorted angrily.

"Young man! I don't need some means. You won't be honest! " The old man said that the flying sword in his hand shot Seven Magic lights directly into Wang Qian's pupil.

This time, someone finally used their unique skills.

Those who besieged Wang Qian just now just played the most common flying sword. If Wang Qian can't be killed today, he can't find out who did it in his revenge.

However, after the old man used the seven color sword, which was a great skill with recognition, once he could not kill Wang Qian, and Wang Qian found the chance, the old man would be in bad luck.

"Don't you still have your best friends? Today we have to get rid of this boy As the old man said, the seven colors of light gathered on the sword became more and more prosperous.

"Qijuexin chop!"

Then, the old man cut out with a sword, and the whole cave seemed to become a crystal palace. The colorful Aurora reflected the beauty of the cave.

It's gorgeous, and there's a cold killing in it.

In the cave, other practitioners were immediately attracted by the old man's Qijue heart chopping sword. In everyone's eyes, there seemed to be seven fairies wearing white gauze skirts. Each of these fairies was wearing an exposed white gauze skirt and was slowly walking towards Wang Qian.

Seeing this, the black faced Taoist priest was overjoyed. He directly removed his seal of heaven and earth. The black and white Taoist robe came back to him, but Wang Qian didn't move.

The black faced Taoist priest laughed at the blue robed old man and said, "it's a friendly way! I know that this boy has a strange body and is used to cut the heart sword. The effect is extraordinary! "

When the monks were awakened by the laughter of the black faced Taoist priest, they could not help shaking their heads. When they looked again, they saw that the sword that the old man stabbed Wang Qian had disappeared, and the seven fairies also disappeared.

And Wang Qian was standing there, not knowing what happened.

"What's this?" Someone looked at the old man and asked.

However, the old man didn't answer. He was still holding a lot of FA seals in his hand.

In Wang Qian's spiritual world, just now he did not escape the old man's one. Surrounded by endless butterflies, Wang Qian could not escape even if he wanted to. He watched the old man's sword point pierce into his pupil.

After the point of the sword pierced his pupil, Wang Qian didn't feel much pain. On the contrary, he felt comfortable. In front of him, there were seven fairies with excellent figure and wearing white gauze skirts.

Some of the fairies put their arms around Wang Qian's neck, while others put their arms around Wang Qian's leg.

Wang Qian saw those fairies with excellent figure and beautiful face, and gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

Seems to have forgotten that he was in the middle of the battle, the whole person stood there, mouth watering down.

Suddenly, the fairy around Wang Qian's neck showed a charming smile and patted Wang Qian's neck.

Wang Qian a Leng, and then, the fairy body began to gradually shrink, drilling into Wang Qian's death.

Wang Qian felt the numbness and itching of the dead point, and his heart was shocked: "not good!"

For a moment, the other fairies turned into swords and entered the dead places of Wang Qian's body.

"Careless!" Wang Qian felt the numbness and itching of the dead acupoint, and he couldn't help getting angry. He quickly increased the speed of pure Yang Wuji to eight times.

However, there is no time to use the energy in the nebula, the seven dead spots on the body will come out of the heart splitting pain.

Wang Qian's eyes were black.

In the distance, the old man saw that his Qijue heart chopping sword worked, and his face showed a proud color: "see? As long as we use our unique skills, how can this boy be able to toss for so long? ""It's worthy of being Taoist Wei Qijue in the cave of Chicheng mountain! Taoist priest Qijue's Qijue heart chopping sword is really an eye opener for us Just then someone suddenly said.

The voice of the old man's face turned blue when he heard it. "What nonsense? I'm not Wei Qijue at all! Old man... "

However, his words are more and more black, and many people have recognized his identity.

"Taoist priest Qijue, if it wasn't Taoist priest Qijue today, this boy would not know how long he would be tossing. Here, chiyuzi, thank Taoist priest Qijue for getting rid of evil in the cultivation world!" The red feather laughs.

"Taoist priest Qijue is really the face of the seventh cave!" Some people praise it.

Wang Qian stood in the same place and opened his eyes weakly. He looked at the blue robed old man and said, "Wei Qijue? I remember you in Beimang mountain... "

The old man's face was full of satisfaction. When Wang Qian said that, he felt his heart sank.

"What if you remember me? Boy, if you hit my Qijue heart chopping sword, can you turn the sky? " Wei Qijue said, holding a sword formula in his hand.

There was a burst of sword Qi from seven dead places in Wang Qian's body.

Poof! Poof!

Drops of golden blood came out of Wang Qian's death.

"Fellow Taoists, there are many secrets about this boy. This boy received so many low-grade elixirs this evening, and he had a big plan. Moreover, he bought several original stones without Kaifeng. Who knows how much benefit he got. How about I take the mask off the boy first, and then we can share his secret? " Said an old voice.

Laoshan no ghost, an old man slowly close to Wang Qian.

A group of other practitioners nodded one after another.

Wang Qian smelled the strong smell of decay and frowned. The next second, two of the Five ghosts in Laoshan seized Wang Qian's two arms.

Wang Qian suddenly felt that his whole body was wrapped by cold ghost gas, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.