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“Xi True Son, look who I am?!”

This voice is extremely unfamiliar, yet seems a little familiar.

Peri True Son reaches out to block the sun.

I saw a few silhouettes falling from the sky. One of them looked in his twenties and thirties, full of youth and vigor, but he was actually——

“It’s you?!”

Su True Son’s whole body trembled, his face full of disbelief.

Although he is old, his memory is good enough.

I won’t forget the culprit who used to be psychic.

He recognized that this person was clearly Chen Jichuan, a treasurer of Meishan Prefecture.

“You’re not—”

Su True Son’s eyes widened.

The person who came was actually Bao Zhilin Chen Jichuan, who he watched the soul fly away and scattered, and the big brother who led the siege of Tongshen!

the soul flew away and scattered, can it survive?

At the age of more than 100 years, how can she still be so vigorous? !

“Impossible!”

“Impossible!”

Su True Son only felt a shock in his mind, at first he couldn’t believe it, and then his eyes showed endless Crazy and hot: “Resurrection from the dead! Immortality! Chen Jichuan, you have Eternal Art?!”

His eyes were full of greed and desire.

Chen Jichuan descended from the sky and landed on the courtyard wall, with a steel knife tied to his waist and a strong bow in his hand, instead of answering the words of True Son, he sneered: “Monster Dao is old, he can still Are you ready to eat?”

The voice fell.

Take a bow and shoot arrows in one go, the arrows shoot like a dragon, and take the life of True Son.

“Hah!”

Wutongshen was by his side, protecting the True Son.

Chen Jichuan this arrow is fast, but it can’t break through the defense line of Wutong God, and was cut off by a sword.

“Chen Jichuan.”

“You couldn’t kill me 47 years ago, and you still can’t kill me 47 years later. It’s better to leave the Eternal Art to me, the old man will be Driven by it, there are absolutely no words!”

Xi True Son looked towards Chen Jichuan.

Looking at that delicate skin, strong physique, and vigorous vitality, a blurred look appeared in his eyes.

It’s like looking at a perfect piece of art.

Intoxicated, pious.

“Longevity?”

“You wicked man, how can you live forever?”

Chen Jichuan sneered and said to Jin Shenggu and Sun Sihai: “Monster Dao is full of evil, and it is hard to describe, there is no need to tell him any morality, let’s go side by side!”

He spoke and took the lead.

Bend the bow to shoot arrows, and then go to shoot the True Son.

“After all these years, you are still the same, and you haven’t made much progress.”

Xi True Son smiled, took out forty-nine paper figures from his sleeves, and swayed them in the air, There were forty-nine big men, each armed with a sword, trying to charge Chen Jichuan and the three of them.

“Paper-cuts become soldiers?”

“Me too!”

Chen Jichuan will not fall behind when he sees this.

He stretched his hand into his arms and took out forty-nine paper figurines, swayed them in the air, opened his mouth and recited a mantra, and then blew a breath. Immediately, forty-nine paper figurines fell and surrounded True Son. , confronted with Wutongshen and paper figurines.

“Dog thief!”

Xi True Son scolded Chen Jichuan when he saw Chen Jichuan follow his method to beat him.

Return to him in his own way.

Chen Jichuan finally realized Murong Fu’s happiness, the more fiercely Xi True Son scolded him, the happier he was.

besides.

“The wind is coming!”

Jin Shenggu meditated on incantation.

A gust of wind was blown out of thin air, and the grass was smashed into the ground.

“Ah—”

Si True Son just practiced the practice, and because of his old age and frailty, he couldn’t resist it at all. He was swept up by the strong wind and fell into the air.

Forty-nine paper figures have to do their best to resist the wind.

“Kill!”

Wutongshen set off.

One of them reached out and grabbed Shi True Son to keep the wind from blowing. The other four rushed into Chen Jichuan’s paper figure formation, flying sword lights and killing indiscriminately.

“What a good Wutongshen!”

Sun Sihai was hurt.

Recalling the scene in which the Wutong God showed his might and killed his dísciple and eldest son when he was buried in the mountain. At that time, his strength was limited, and he failed to stop Xi True Son, failed to protect eldest son and Bao Zhilin dísciple.

But today, it’s no longer the same.

“Take my palm!”

Sun Sihai rushed forward, slapped his palm at will, and slapped one of the five senses with one palm. He flew out backwards, his figure dimmed.

Eight-step palm chasing the wind.

Seven steps divide life and death.

This ‘chasing the wind and palms’ came from Sun Sihai, which is much stronger than the original Great Yan world ‘Xiao Nan Chen’ Lu Chuangshou.

A palm out.

Unstoppable.

After swatting a Wutongshen, Sun Sihai kept his hands on it—

“bang!”

As he progressed, he threw another punch.

This fist smashed so hard that it dissipated one of the five powers without a trace. When a paper figurine came to stop him, Sun Sihai punched and kicked. The figurines were beaten to death, kicked to death, turned into their original shape and scattered with the wind.

Transform Vigor Great Grandmaster.

Level 9 great expert.

Sun Sihai is really like a fierce general who mixes the world and kills gods. Forty-nine paper figures are comparable to Level 6, and they are as crisp as a sheet of paper.

“This man—”

Su True Son was also frightened.

Transform Vigor Great Grandmaster can be used as a weapon anywhere in the body, and it is a natural killer when placed on the battlefield. One punch and one kick, just to kill. Xi True Son, a Daoist who practices the Dharma, without adequate arrangements and precautions in front of him, what can he do to fight him? !

“I can’t stop it!”

As True Son thought in his heart, there was a god of five powers holding him, wanting to leave. At the same time, he fought hard and chanted a spell in his mouth, intending to abandon the gust of wind and stop Sun Sihai.

But after all, I am old and lack of energy. It is difficult to perform any spell for a while.

“Want to go?”

Chen Jichuan has been waiting.

Seeing that Sui True Son was about to run away, he prepared an arrow to take the opportunity to shoot, instead of shooting Wutongshen, he went straight to the old immobilized Sui True Son and shot him.

Boom!

An arrow pierced through True Son’s head on the spot.

“I—”

Monster Dao’s eyes widened, and his hands were unconsciously grasping in the air, not knowing whether he wanted to grasp Chen Jichuan or the rapidly passing life .

But no matter how he tries to catch it, he can’t catch it.

Life is gone.

The fire goes out.

chi!

The Wutongshen, who were tyrannized by Sun Sihai, dissipated together at this moment, and dashed into the view and submerged the jade-faced Divine Idol.

Leaving only the withered corpse of True Son, which fell from the sky, the broken bones were broken, the blood was flowing, and the dead could not die.

In the past, True Son, who used to oppress the Meishan Mansion and was invincible for evil, sought longevity and hoped for longevity, but he could not live forever.

Death since then!

…

“Dead.”

Chen Jichuan, Jin Shenggu, and Sun Sihai came to one place and looked down in a pool of blood The habitat of True Son, relaxed.

Decades ago.

Facing the siege, True Son still slaughter all sides and ran calmly, leaving a deep impression on Jin Shenggu and Sun Sihai. After many years, the two did not dare to be careless.

Heartstrings are tight.

Until the real kill, relax.

“It’s getting old.”

Chen Jichuan said with a smile.

In reality, we pay attention to caring for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but in the culture world, the battle of life and death is about to come in the opposite direction-

While you are sick, it will cost you your life.

We must fight and kill the enemy while he is old, weak, sick and disabled.

Like this battle.

The reason why it is so easy is that, apart from the suddenness of the three of them falling from the sky, and the fact that True Son had no time to prepare for it, it was also inseparable from the state of True Son.

As he gets older, True Son’s energy and physical strength all decline.

I just couldn’t do it, which hurt my vitality.

With such a disadvantage, it would be too nonsense to run away.

It is reasonable to be shot by Chen Jichuan with an arrow.

The boxing is afraid of the young and strong.

Put it on the near-depleted True Son, and the same is true.

“Yes.”

“Finally dead.”

Sun Sihai and Jin Shenggu also laughed.

The former avenged eldest son and dísciple, and the latter avenged himself, all of them were happy.

“There are too many ways to live in True Son.”

“I’ll do the magic and destroy his soul. The two of you will burn his body, and then go to the gods. Books, talismans, etc. are all put away and taken away later.”

Chen Jichuan used the ‘clearly understood technique’ to see that he knew that True Son did not have the technique of suspended animation, but he was not sure he would. There’s a Magical Artifact that dies for you, so be careful.

It’s easy to get around.

On the spot, he summoned five ghosts, captured the soul of True Son, and destroyed it on the spot.

Since then.

Si True Son the soul flew away and scattered, and there is no reason to survive.

half a day later.

Jin Shenggu set up a gust of wind, carrying Chen Jichuan and Sun Sihai into the sky, without taking away a cloud.

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