In the cave!

A flying sword, constantly emitting cyan light.

The pure Taiqing Immortal Light continued to diffuse out, like mist, wrapped around the flying sword, and began to refine the impurities of the flying sword.

Yang Qifeng's mana on his body poured out continuously, this Taiqing lineage is worthy of the Xuanmen Authentic Sect, this flying sword that was originally barely stepping into the magic weapon was constantly tempered by him at this moment, but there was a faint sign of promotion to a medium-grade magic weapon.

However, the potential of this flying sword ends here, and there is no potential to continue to improve, after all, it is difficult for a Qiao woman to cook without rice, and he can't do it to the point where he can refine a magic weapon by taking ordinary mortal iron at will.

Seven days passed in a flash.

The Taiqing immortal light slowly converged, the glow in the sky dissipated, and the flying sword was suspended behind him, but it disappeared in hiding.

Yang Qifeng calmly stood up on the futon, he walked out of the cave slowly, and everyone in front of him was already discussing outside.

"The demons are coming?"

"It's on a high slope twenty miles away,"

"Let's go!" Yang Qifeng nodded.

A group of people walked towards twenty miles away, although they were all scattered cultivation, but the basic imperial sword or driving the clouds, this can still be done.

On the high slope, there are more than a dozen demonic figures entrenched at this moment, their appearance is not strange, but the aura on their bodies is too mixed, it is like a mess of paste.

All kinds of breath are everything, Dao, Demon, Buddha, if you change it to the protagonist, this look is the protagonist template, the role of the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

It's a pity that they don't even have the lives of supporting roles, and they don't even have names.

"Hengmu, you are relying on cultivation and bullying me and other brothers, and now there is a red-haired Daoist brother who administers justice, and today is your death," a man with messy hair, like an explosive head, a thin body, and a sallow face, holding a large knife in his hand, shouted at them loudly.

"Evil demons are outside, there is more than innocent death!" Hengmu did not speak, and the loose cultivator who invited Yang Qifeng to come to Baiman Mountain scolded.

"Brothers side by side, kill these dogs," the sallow man roared, brandishing his broadsword and shining brightly, but he rushed straight at them.

The other demon thieves also rushed up, and Yang Qifeng, who was watching, shook his head again and again, fighting swords, such elegant words, had already been tarnished by them.

Just listening to the sword fight in this Baimanshan Mountain, you thought it was a tall scene, but after the real fight, you knew that this was basically a brawl between two groups of thugs.

Countless branches and leaves swept out, all of which were branches and leaves, and pieces of leaves formed a torrent, like the water of the Yangtze River, the flow of waves.

Gathered together, the leaves are water, the momentum is amazing, rushing from afar, giving people a sense of unstoppability.

"This is the red-haired demon, he is a demon tree, and his talent can use the power of the essence of plants and trees, and he also asks a real person to temporarily drag the red-haired demon, and after I kill these demons, we will join forces to kill the red-haired demon together. ”

"Okay!" Yang Qifeng responded, he waved his backhand, and the flying sword flew out directly from his sleeve.

With a whoosh, it directly met the torrent of leaves.

Taiqing immortal light emitted, like a cyan dragon, and the two directly bombarded together, and the sound of a rumbling explosion came out, and countless leaves splashed everywhere.

The broken leaves were as sharp as knives, and the surrounding trees were cut through the leaves, leaving clear cutting marks and constantly inserting into the ground.

Several scattered cultivators and demons, they were caught off guard, but they were instantly cut off by this leaf, and the blood continued to erupt from their bodies, staining their clothes, and their appearance looked extremely miserable.

A swaying tree, but it keeps coming from afar.

This tree is tall, full of ten feet, it looks more powerful, it is full of various lines, the swaying trunk is like an arm, especially the traces of human facial features appear on it.

The roots below are like legs, and it is this root that keeps moving forward, so that he keeps moving forward.

This is the red-haired demon, but it deserves to be a demon word.

The leaves were all blood-red, as if they were ripe in autumn.

The trunk of the tree whipped out fiercely, like a steel whip, and the explosion produced by breaking the air was piercing, Yang Qifeng tapped his fingers, and the flying sword swished around, but it was straight towards the red-haired demon.

The imperial envoy flying sword is divided into multiple realms, and he is now only the first and simplest envoy, who is a newcomer and has not been in this world for many years.

He is not yet fully familiar with the fighting methods of the world of "Shushan".

But the gap between the strength of the two is real, the skills are insufficient, and the strength is supplemented.

The strength of the Yang God, at this moment he played to the fullest, the flying sword easily cut off this ferocious branch, and without pause, accurately slashed at the huge body of the red-haired demon.

The Taiqing Immortal Light erupted instantly, like an explosive that had been detonated, and swept over the red-haired demon in an instant.

Taiqing Immortal Light was the most restrained by this demonic power, and the red-haired demon's huge body seemed to be half ignited by fire, and his cracked mouth emitted a terrible scream.

The ten-zhang tall body, in a short time of not taking a breath, has been completely burned out, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground.

Yang Qifeng He was very satisfied, this red-haired demon did a lot of evil, it was by no means a lie, Yang Qifeng After he killed this red-haired demon, he immediately gained a lot of good deeds.

Whether it is evil or not, the criterion for judging is very simple, if you kill him with a sword, heaven and earth will reward him, it will naturally be evil, if heaven and earth are disgusted and produce sinful karma, then this is a good person.

"The red-haired demon is dead," everything happened too fast, but in just two or three breaths, the battle was already over, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at such a vulnerable red-haired demon.

"Yes, it's dead," Yang Qifeng turned around and looked at this Hengmu Daoist with a smile, he really thought he was an idiot, and he had to let this Hengmu Daoist sneak attack, and then he fought back.

That's the silly and sweet protagonist, the real protagonist is to be so simple, to kill the enemy, look at the enemy who wants to hurt you, and pit your enemy's face, this is the best way to pretend to be thirteen.

"It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead, and finally get rid of the biggest scourge of Baiman Mountain, thank you for the real person and the Qingping of Baiman Mountain," Hengmu Daoren reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and his tone was slightly dry.

"Daoyou seems to be unhappy, is it that I killed this red-haired demon too quickly, and I didn't give Daoyou a chance to play?"

"It's okay, there's still a chance,"

"This fellow Daoist, it's time for you to appear?"