The monks on Qingcheng Mountain could see the figure in the air like a glorious sun.

They were silent and felt great pressure.

Originally, Dao Ren He was the best in Qingcheng. Now that he has received the help of Jianmaru, the power of his heart sword technique has been completely released. With his powerful mental state, it is enough for him to tap most of the potential of Jianmaru.

The dangerous aura spread out from his body and instantly spread to the entire Laoxiaoding area.

As the pressure on his body increased, holes suddenly broke open in many places on Laoxiao.

Countless mice emerged from the hole, and the scene was like a water pipe opening, continuous. In just a short time, these mice squeezed together, covering all the mountain and climbing everywhere.

These weak creatures felt the ubiquitous threat in the air, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

“Buzz.”

The He Taoist stood hanging in the air, and his body suddenly expanded, the constricted magnetic field disappeared, and his body turned into countless chaotic plasmas, spreading around.

After diffusing nearly one acre, it differentiated into countless light spots.

These light spots fall like rain, but the speed is much faster than rain.

If you enlarge it and look carefully, you can see that these light spots are actually sword lights that are even more subtle than the embroidery needle. Each light needle is bound by a magnetic field of the same size, and this kind of control power has reached the point of being superb.

The slightest sword lights in the sky fell down one after another, and there was almost no sound in the entire Laoxiaoding range.

But every sword light penetrated through a mouse's head accurately.

The sword light contained extremely high heat. While piercing through the mouse's brain, the high temperature burned the wound and sealed it, without a trace of blood oozing out.

The world is quiet, killing quietly.

The mice all over the mountains had no power to fight back in front of the sword light. The black mice could not even scream. They rolled down the mountain, and a thick layer was accumulated in a blink of an eye.

Xin Chuan looked at this scene with excitement on his face.

He could feel that the sword light used by the master was similar to his own in terms of quality and quantity, but the damage caused was completely different.

By comparison, my use of swordsmanship is too shallow.

If I had this ability, killing rats that day would not have made Qingcheng Mountain Gate dirtier than the toilet, nor would it have caused his fellow disciples to be infected with plague, nor would it have allowed Qingcheng to be held captive by Wu Xuanzhi.

Thinking of this, his eyes were a little dim.

No matter how many rats are, they cannot withstand such killings.

In less than a cup of tea, most of the mice on the mountain disappeared, and the overall look much more sparse.

But both Wu Xuanzhi and Xinchuan know that the real opponent of He Taoist has not yet appeared.

"call."

Suddenly, on the hillside of Laoxiaoding, a black cloud and mist condensed and formed in an instant.

But this cloud did not attack He Taoist, but...

escape!

The sword cultivator is known for his attack power. After obtaining the second-generation spores, his strength was fully exerted. His combat power was more than doubled compared to before.

That rat demon has only been a 150-year-old Taoist practice. If he really wants to fight one-on-one, he probably can't even beat ordinary Qingcheng Gatemen.

It only relied on the power of the God of Plague, and almost wiped out Qingcheng.

Nowadays, Qingcheng is not afraid of the plague, so who should take it seriously?

It doesn't dare to take itself seriously.

If you don’t run away at this time, can you stay and wait for death?

The silent rain of light and light fell between heaven and earth suddenly went against the flow, intertwined with each other, and instantly passed the body of the rat demon.

The sword light passed through its body, and in a moment it condensed into one body, turning into the appearance of a He Taoist.

"Bang."

Time seemed to have paused for a few breaths, and suddenly, the black fog carrying the rat demon exploded.

After the black fog dissipated, a dim metal talisman fell to the ground.

In the air, a hole suddenly opened and a hand poked out from it to grab the talisman.

But Taoist He was faster, and he turned into a brilliant sword light and slashed down in an instant.

The violent sword light seemed to have passed by tofu, cutting off the palm directly. At the same time, the sword light did not dissipate, as if it was about to penetrate into the illusion world space and kill the original palm.

The secret existence seemed to feel the threat, and the crack in the void quickly closed.

"boom."

The figure of Taoist He completely turned into a ray of light, and rushed towards the crack. In just a moment, it seemed as if it had traveled thousands of miles away and slashed heavily on the body of an existence.

Then the sword light turned around, and at the moment when the crack was about to disappear, it returned from the gap where the paper was only thin, and turned into a human form again.

Almost at the same time, a shocking crack appeared on the body of a statue of a worshipped god in the depths of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

He almost cut his body twice.

The hot eyes of Taoist He looked to the east. After a long time, the magnetic field that bound his body slowly receded, and the plasma carrying his soul disappeared one after another, and the body, which had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened its eyes.

He Taoist had a strong mind, and he could feel the existence of the strange sword pill crawling on his spine.

He was even able to go backwards and vaguely sense a more powerful existence.

That existence is the main body of Jianwan.

The subject can determine the life and death of Jianwan and its host.

At this moment, he could understand what Xin Chuan said to him that day. If the subject had malicious intentions, the entire Qingcheng Gate would be enslaved by him, and the Qingcheng Sect would be trapped in an abyss that would never be restored.

However, Xinchuan seemed to have no better choice when he was waiting for the crisis.

"Maybe, I should talk to him." Taoist He's eyes were filled with bright light, and there was no sign of old age.

Jianwan is too important to the entire Qingcheng. Not to mention those ordinary disciples, even he is difficult for him to abandon this Jianwan.
Chapter completed!