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Climbing to the top of the mountain, Peng Yiming let out a long breath of turbidity.

Chen Xueen, who followed him, sat on the ground and rested for a while.

On the top of the mountain, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple, I don't know how many years it has declined, look at the bluestone road under the feet of potholes, think about the incense is not prosperous, otherwise it will not be so lonely.

In fact, the incense here used to be prosperous, probably hundreds of years ago, that dynasty admired Taoism, Tenglong Mountain also had dragons, but also out of immortals, many people in order to burn the incense is also racked their brains, this bluestone road, probably also has hundreds of years of time.

Fortunately, the people in this Taoist temple have no lazy characters, and there are no weeds in front of and behind the Taoist temple.

As soon as I entered the Taoist temple, I was met by a young Taoist priest carrying two wooden barrels on his shoulders, wearing a gray Taoist robe, as if he was going to fetch water.

On that robe, I don't know how many patches there are, but it can be regarded as a response to the sentence: three years of new, three years of old, and another three years of sewing and patching.

"Huh?" The young Taoist priest was a little surprised when he saw Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen, and then quickly put down the barrel, ran to him, and said with a smile, "Two fellow Daoists, what's the matter?"

Although the young Taoist priest couldn't see Peng Yiming's cultivation, he found that Chen Xueen, who was standing next to Peng Yiming, was also a cultivator.

"Looking for something. Peng Yiming said with a slight smile.

"What are you looking for?" the young Taoist priest was slightly stunned and asked with a frown.

As soon as Peng Yiming spoke, he already felt the murderous aura on the other party's body.

"Lingyu. Peng Yiming said softly.

At this time, the door of the main hall was pushed open from the inside.

An old Taoist priest holding a dust, wearing a long Taoist robe, crossed the threshold and walked to Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen.

"Recently, I heard that there are two more people in the hidden world, like looking for some spiritual jade, and everywhere they go, they are killing countless people. The old Taoist priest walked in step by step, and sighed softly in his mouth.

Peng Yiming's long knife trembled in his hand, but he didn't speak.

"They want to keep us, we can only kill them!" Although Peng Yiming did not speak, Chen Xueen explained.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "If I say that we don't have what you are looking for here, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. Chen Xueen subconsciously shook his head.

The old Taoist priest waved the dust in his hand and sighed: "Since that's the case, why bother asking?"

Peng Yiming's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Two fellow Daoists, please go back, we really don't have what you're looking for here, let alone jade, even pebbles, I haven't seen a single one. The young Taoist priest said with a wry smile.

Chen Xueen scratched his head, looking at the sincere appearance of the other party, he felt that people really didn't seem to be liars.

"I'm afraid I can't leave, right?" Peng Yiming laughed.

The faces of the two Taoist priests changed.

Hearing Peng Yiming's words, Chen Xueen was still confused at first, but when he found that the faces of the two Taoist priests had changed drastically, he immediately understood in his heart, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

"Brother Yiming, is there an ambush?"

"Four masters, two Lingjiang early stage, two Linghe peaks. Peng Yiming said, "But a stick of incense can get here." ”

Chen Xueen's face was also a little pale.

In the early stage of the two Lingjiang realms, the peak of the late stage of the two Linghe realms, this can be regarded as a big deal.

"Except for Tianxing Palace, I'm afraid I can't think of anyone else, right?" Peng Yiming said with a laugh. After saying this, he drew his sword and looked at one of the young Taoist priests, but the other party avoided it and died immediately.

The old Taoist priest was furious, and the Buddha's dust was like a sword, stabbing towards Peng Yiming.

Peng Yiming stretched out his hand and directly pushed away Chen Xueen, who was still standing on the side, and then took two steps forward, forcing the old Taoist priest back with a knife, and at the same time, his body suddenly rushed out, and rushed to the old Taoist priest, the big knife in his hand rolled with knife flowers, setting off a gust of wind.

"The wind knows the grass. Peng Yiming muttered a little in his mouth, and the blade was already coming towards the old Taoist.

The old Taoist slapped the blade of the knife, and then with this force, he slid back ten meters behind him.

Chen Xueen, who was pushed away by Peng Yiming, didn't have time to catch his breath, and suddenly there was a murderous aura behind him.

He immediately turned around and took two steps back at the same time, dodging a sword.

"Hey, I was thinking about it before, there should be three Taoist priests in this Taoist temple, but one is missing, you want to treat me as a soft persimmon!" When Chen Xueen spoke, he had already kicked on the other party's chest, and at the same time, the aura in his body was running wildly, and he was in a long breath.

"Give me death!" the Taoist priest gripped his sword and roared like a tiger.

A sword breaks through the gate of heaven, like a thousand tigers out of the mountain.

On the blade of the sword, a layer of sword qi was caged, and if it was slightly closer, it was cold and piercing.

A sword stabbed out again, quite a bit of sword boundless flavor.

"Break a thousand armies with one sword!" the Taoist priest snorted, and his speed suddenly became faster, like a raging storm.

Chen Xueen didn't dodge, put his hands together, clamped the blade, and turned his wrist violently, breaking the blade.

After Chen Xueen took two steps back, his wrist exerted force again, and the tip of the broken sword was broken. Like a dart, it stabbed at the other party.

The Taoist priest threw the hilt of the sword in his hand and smashed the tip of the sword into the air.

The two of them ate again and trembled together with their bare hands.

The strength of the old Taoist priest is really good, even if he only has the strength of the Linghe realm, he can catch Peng Yiming's fierce attack, but because of the gap in the realm, he was cut in half by Peng Yiming after a while. After that, he turned around and helped Chen Xueen behead the remaining little Taoist priest to death.

"Brother Yiming, I'm on a par, I'm on the same page!" Chen Xueen said depressedly.

Peng Yiming slapped him on the head and scolded: "Quite your size, those four masters are already about to go up the mountain, you leave immediately, I will help you drag them down!"

"Ah!" Chen Xueen was stunned for a moment, shook his head vigorously, and said, "No, Brother Yiming, how can I leave you and run alone!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if we die here together, it will be a loss to grandma's family. Peng Yiming laughed and said, "Besides, I'm not afraid of death, it's a big deal, just fight them once, even if I really want to die, I have to be able to kill a few, right?"

His eyes looked so clear, as if he had really put life and death out of the way a long time ago.

Seeing that Chen Xueen still shook his head vigorously, Peng Yiming simply slapped him out.

"When it comes to the critical moment, you will grind and chirp, what does it look like?" Peng Yiming scolded angrily, "Do you really think that you can change the situation if you stay? Since people can already calculate us, they must have made sufficient preparations, and today they are going to leave all of us, saying that there is a spirit jade in Tenglong Mountain, I am afraid it is also false news released by them, if the two of us really die here together, how can the young master help us take revenge? Get out!"

shouted angrily, not to mention that the ground shook the mountain, but it made Chen Xueen cry like rain.

When Peng Yiming dragged a long knife and rushed down the mountain, Chen Xueen also made a choice, and immediately changed directions and ran all the way down the mountain.

Just as Peng Yiming said, if the two of them die in Tenglong Mountain today, it will be a big loss, and then the young master will not even know about their enemies, how can he help them avenge them? Besides, Chen Xueen thought that if he stayed, not only would he not be able to help, but he might also be used by those people, and Peng Yiming, who had a chance to escape, might have to die here for him.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer.

On the downhill road, Peng Yiming dragged a long knife and finally stopped the four white-shirted men.

Peng Yiming went down to the mountain tiger, and after meeting, he didn't say a word of nonsense, and with a momentum, he waved the long knife in his hand and slashed at one person.

Although the four people were a little surprised, they didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, and immediately went all out to stand with Peng Yiming, and they couldn't see the winner for a while, although Peng Yiming was only a cultivator in the Lingjiang realm, but fortunately, he was experienced, and with his fierce killing moves, he actually forced the four white-shirted cultivators to retreat.

"The four Heavenly Saints of Tianxing Palace, haha! This Tianxing Palace really looks up to Lao Tzu!" Peng Yiming laughed.

In the Tianxing Palace, in addition to the strongest Bai Qimei, there is also a unique institution, which is said to have been passed down for hundreds of years, it is these Zhutian saints, the cultivation method is special, each of them is talented, basically in retreat all year round, some retreats in their lives, have not been out of the customs once, but even so, Tianxing Palace has never given up on the Zhutian saints, and still continues to input young people with good talents.

Originally, Mr. Void, the biological son of the Great Elder of the Tianxing Palace, had the opportunity to enter the Heavenly Sage, but he didn't expect to be killed by Xiao Yao early, which was indeed a pity.

All four of them had expressions on their faces.

"What's the matter? Tianxing Palace was forced by us to have no way out? Even you people are going to come out?" Peng Yiming was not afraid at all, but was still mocking wantonly.

"Kill. One of them suddenly uttered a word.

The word "kill" has a strong and powerful voice, echoing through the valley.

Immediately, the four of them rushed towards Peng Yiming together, full of momentum.

Peng Yiming still waved his long knife and faced the difficulties.

As Li Shan always liked to say before, how could they ever retire from the Cloud Palace?

Not only is it possible to survive the catastrophe?

The long knife in Peng Yiming's hand seemed to let out a whistling.

Shock the mountains, forests and empty valleys!

The four of them were all holding three-foot swords, forming a circle of encirclement.

It's like a battle of trapped beasts.

"Chen Xueen, remember to Lao Tzu, tell the young master, don't let the blood step on the Tianxing Palace come too late!" Peng Yiming laughed, his face hideous.

Chen Xueen, who was running on another mountain road, was full of tears.

He didn't know if Peng Yiming would be able to escape, but he always had an expectation in his heart.

The gusts of wind didn't know how many residual leaves and stones were rolled up, and the gusts of wind also pressed towards Peng Yiming.

I could hear the sound of thousands of horses galloping.

"I'll break it with a knife!" Peng Yiming clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and ran faster and faster.

Under your feet, flying sand and rocks.

The knife rises and falls, and the sword light gathers together and turns into a purple line.

The purple line became thicker and thicker, and at a glance, hundreds of pines and cypresses were cut off.

"What a cheerful dripping!" "The man with the knife is full of arrogance and swallows mountains and rivers!