Wei Ye was only twenty paces away from the fat man who was standing on top of the sliding pole.

Twenty steps, even if it is not a cultivator like Wei Ye, who has already seen a small success, as long as he steps forward quickly, he can threaten the fat man with hateful eyebrows and eyes sitting on the sliding pole. And the immortal warlock is within three feet of his body, the peach daughter breaks the evil and punishes the demon, invincible, standing ten zhang away, the six armor arrows are secretly lurking, and the soul is also captured, and the distance of twenty steps can be allowed to attack him.

The black qi still rose in response to the fat man in the yellow shirt constantly urging the copper fish talisman. However, these black qi masters were no longer as bold and generous as they were when they first engaged in the battle, and they summoned these black qi to attack and kill Wei Ye.

True fire and yin energy, the nature of the two is exactly the opposite, once they meet, it is the yin and yang conflict, and the same end is nothing. Huaili County, how many years have there been since Mrs. Diyi took charge? This filthy aura accumulated over the years was painstakingly collected by Mrs. Diyi in order to raise the ghost army, and all of them made the real fire on this sword burn to the end, but I am afraid that Mrs. Diyi will settle accounts after the first autumn and will never let go, that is, the fat man in the yellow shirt who controls the ghost army.

The fat man in the yellow shirt has cultivated himself into a great demon until today, and in front of Mrs. Diyi, he is also the old qualification of not losing to the Venerable of the Cold Forest, how can he not know this trick?

As if ignoring the sword and taking the spear road, he took the immortal warlock in front of him, the fat man in the yellow shirt held the copper fish talisman in his right hand, and his left hand was flattened into a palm, only the middle finger was bent up, and the red point on the forehead of the copper fish talisman fell. The thick lotus-like fingertips touched the red dot on the forehead of the copper fish talisman, and the copper fish talisman that almost jumped slightly in the palm of the fat man in the yellow shirt like a living thing, the fish head twisted slightly, as if spitting something to the ground.

With the swallowing of this bronze fish talisman, the dark and heavy black qi flowed silently from the ground, quietly flowing towards the black cloud that was broken by Wei Ye's arrow.

Focusing on manipulating the copper fish talisman, the fat man in the yellow shirt sat cross-legged on the sliding rod, as if he couldn't be calmer anymore, as if no one was approaching at this moment, and there was no sword to take his throat directly. He half-held the bronze fish talisman intently, and only whispered, "You must lift it more securely!"

How to lift it more securely?

As soon as the words started, the sedan chair man moved, and the head sedan chair man held the sliding rod in one hand and did not move, and the other hand was raised, and he fell backwards suddenly!

The head of the sedan chair suddenly used such a trick of iron plate bridge kung fu, and the remaining three sedan chair drivers also did the same. The eight feet of the bast shoes stepped straight into the ground, the toes were bent like tiger claws, the knees were bent, but the body was straight back.

The sedan chair man played a trick like his legs bent down and put it down, and the sliding rod also fell downward, which was four feet.

The difference of a millimeter is a thousand miles, the difference of four feet is a geometry?

Wei Ye's sword stabbed straight at the road, but at this moment, a sword fell into the air!

Where the sword fell into the void, Wei Ye did not wait for the recruitment, and slashed with a sword.

Anyway, the stab is also to kill you, and the chop is also to kill you, kill today, this sword will not retreat!

The sword slashed, and the fat man in the yellow shirt still looked pale, but he just shouted softly: "Be more stable!"

More stable, more stable, in the face of the trend of peach gold, what to talk about more stable?

At first glance, hearing the shouting of the fat man in the yellow shirt, the four palanquin men wearing white linen shrouds suddenly raised their hands upward, slid the rod out of their hands, and flew into the air in a whirlwind.

Not only did the slider fly into the air, but even the fat man in the yellow shirt himself also flew into the air!

The sedan flew and the fat man in the yellow shirt soared, just grazing the sword edge of the peach Qianjin, and narrowly avoided it.

The sword momentum is slashed, with Wei Yena's practice of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, it cannot be called a qualified swordsman's swordsmanship attainments, and he can no longer change his moves halfway, so he can only continue to slash. So Tao Qianjin's sword blade naturally slashed the green bamboo sliding rod.

The peach daughter was on the sliding rod, and the wooden sword cut the bamboo pole, but then there was no muffled sound of bamboo and wood fighting, only a bang of gold and stone fighting.

The peach gold sword blade was undamaged, but there was only a shallow fresh slash mark left on the bamboo pole.

With a sword split, and when he encountered the upward rush of the sliding rod, Wei Ye had to take a half step back. When he took half a step back, the fat man in the yellow shirt was just in response to gravity, still sitting cross-legged, and landed firmly back on the slide.

The fat man in the yellow shirt maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, looked at the wine-red long sword with a slight tinge of cyanosis in Wei Ye's hand, and suddenly exclaimed, "Good magic sword." ”

Wei Ye also stared at the seemingly inconspicuous green bamboo sliding pole under the fat man in the yellow shirt, and exclaimed with undisguised envy: "Good sliding rod." ”

The praise of the fat man in the yellow shirt is because he has seen a fairy sword that is not inferior to fish intestines and giant que. Wei Ye's admiration was purely because he saw clearly that there was a faint trace of black light on the two green bamboo poles that were used as sliding rod supports, and he was constantly slashed by his own peach gold sword.

However, at this time, these two guys who were almost fighting for their lives, one was a cultivator who had already stepped into the path with one foot, and the other was a treacherous demon who played with the art of yin and evil. At this moment, between the two words, there is not enough admiration. No matter how much kindness others listen to, they can only hear a smell of hypocrisy and shamelessness.

The admiration has not gone, Wei Yetao's golden sword road has changed again, and it has come sideways!

The fat man in the yellow shirt still had a sincere admiration on his face, but he held the copper fish talisman in one hand and put the other hand on the forehead of the copper fish talisman. When his mind turned, the sedan chair man wearing a white linen shroud in front of him swung like a drunk, a golden hook hung upside down, and his left foot turned upside down, directly supporting Wei Ye's peach daughter.

A sword slashed, and there was a sonorous sound. Wei Ye looked at these four sedan chairmen who looked like dead men, and when he stepped forward, he turned the sword momentum sideways, turned into a stab, and it was another sword!

Another sword came out, and the light of the real fire on the sword scorched, but the sword entered the palm of the sedan man, but it still couldn't be pierced.

Wei Ye listened to the sound of the blade of the sword hitting the iron, and there was a slight uncertainty on his face.

The sword style is slashed, the body of the sedan chair is twisted and bent with the front, and the sliding rod is up and down. The fat man in the yellow shirt sat on the sliding pole, and the seemingly ignorant sedan chair driver played with the sliding rod and his master like a juggler. The look on the fat man in the yellow shirt was still frozen, as if it was not a sliding rod swinging under his buttocks, but an elevated swing.

Knowing that the situation would be even more unfavorable to him if he continued to fight like this, the immortal warlock sword turned and retreated.

The palanquin drivers are looking at the cheap and are about to fight again. But he couldn't take Wei Ye's sword trick off guard, and on the bodies of these four sedan chairmen who were dressed in shrouds like dead people, there was suddenly a burning red flame along the sword marks left before, and suddenly burst out!

In the midst of the flames, I saw that there was faint black gas oozing out of the four palanquins.