"What the hell, get out of here for Daoye!"

The evil man looked angry and depraved, and scolded on the spot.

But in the next second, his master, Old Man Yin Feng, suddenly changed his face and shouted, "Go!"

The evil man didn't know what was going on, and he had already been kicked out by the master.

At the same time, Old Man Yin Feng and Xuechenzi also hurriedly jumped down from the tree.

In the dark night, with a bang, a white light flashed and disappeared into the big tree where the three of them had just stood.

There was a thud, and then the whole tree exploded, turning into a sky of powder and falling down.

After the evil man landed, his face was already deformed with fright, and it took a while to spit out two words trembling all over, "I, groove!"

After the old man of Yin Feng and Xuechenzi landed, they were also afraid for a while, but fortunately they escaped in time just now, otherwise that tree would be their fate.

Then, their gaze fell on a white figure next to them.

The other party looked to be in his early thirties, and sat on the ground wearing an antique white robe.

He held a wine gourd in one hand and poured it from time to time.

On the ground next to him, there was a long sword with a pitch-black body very casually, and his other hand was gently tapping the sword body, and his mouth seemed to be humming a small song.

"You are a sword of life and death, Yang without a trace?"

The old man stared at the other party for a while before he spoke compassionately.

According to rumors, Yang Wuxian was originally a Taoist priest who practiced penance in the deep mountains, but because he couldn't completely cut off the dust, he was later expelled from the master and driven down the mountain.

Since then, Yang Wuxian has become a swordsman, happy to take revenge and laugh proudly in the world.

It stands to reason that the old man and apprentice of Yin Feng and Yang Wuxian are just meeting for the first time, and the two sides have no grudges in the past, so they can't be killed directly.

But the old man of Yin Feng knew very well that Yang Wuxian had a well-known nickname, Demon Slayer.

As long as the evil devil's crooked path falls into his hands, the end must be very miserable.

It can also be said that Yang Wuxian is a person who is jealous and hateful.

In addition to these, Yang Wuxian is also a master of the mid-congenital stage, coupled with a lightning-fast Wind Gang Sword, which is enough to rival the powerhouse of the late congenital stage.

After a while, the old man of Yin Feng saw that Yang Wuxian was silent, and his face suddenly became ugly, "Yang Wuxi, the first time we met, you made such a ruthless move, isn't it a little unreasonable?"

He looked very unhappy on the surface, but he already had a sense of retreat in his heart.

Although the old man of Yin Feng is also a master of the middle congenital stage, with the help of the two apprentices next to him, how can it be said that he also has the power to fight with Yang Wuxi.

But one thing is unfortunate, the old man Yin Feng has been in retreat and penance in the old nest before, just to break through to the realm of the late congenital stage in one fell swoop.

But he never expected that the two apprentices went into battle one after another to deal with the Nangong family, which should have been a stable situation, but in the end, all of them missed without exception.

The old man of Yin Feng had no choice but to go out of the customs in advance and go down the mountain in person.

That's why his strength isn't at its peak.

Without absolute certainty, the old man of Yin Feng didn't want to do anything with a madman like Yang Wuji.

But as a master of the cult who has been famous for a long time, the old man of Yin Feng doesn't want to lose face, otherwise how can he gain a foothold in the cult if it spreads?

After a long time, Yang Wuxian finally spoke, but one sentence made the old man almost mad on the spot.

"Hehe, it's just a few demons, kill it!"

At this time, the evil man's gaze turned for a moment, and then he came to the side of the old man Yin Feng, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Master, what nonsense are you talking about with this guy? He just made a sneak attack, where will he be your old man's opponent if he really fights?"

His original intention was just to take this opportunity to take a good pat on the master's ass, but he didn't expect it to be slapped directly on the horse's leg.

"Shut up for me! I knew you were talking so much nonsense, I shouldn't have saved you just now!"

The old man's face sank, and he immediately reprimanded.

When the evil Taoist saw that the master was angry, he was startled on the spot, he shrunk his neck, and quickly took two steps back.

In that situation just now, if it weren't for the master kicking him out, it is estimated that he would have died too much to die anymore.

At this time, it was Xuechenzi's turn to speak, he stared at Yang Wuxian with a cold expression, and warned: "My master is a master in the world, and he will not be as knowledgeable as you. Also, we have a very important thing to do here tonight, and you should leave quickly, so as not to cause any more unpleasantness. ”

With the temper of the old man of Yin Wind, not to mention that Yang Wuxian made a sneak attack just now, even if he was walking on the road, others would take a look at him more, and it might arouse the killing intent of the old man of Yin Wind.

But just now, Xuechenzi saw it very clearly, and in the face of Yang Wuxi's provocation, the master not only endured it, but also severely reprimanded the evil Taoist.

When Xuechenzi's words fell, the smile on the old man's face regained a little, "My apprentice is right, I can settle tonight's matter, but you must leave here immediately." Also, don't show up in front of me in the future!"

When he said the last sentence, his voice faintly revealed a bit of cruelty.

Yang Wuxian sneered when he heard this, he raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and then sprayed it on the ground again, "When you touch me Yang Wuxian, you still dare to say such a thing?" Hehe, tonight is the death date of the three of you!"

When the words fell, the face of the old man Yin Feng suddenly darkened, this Yang Wuxian is too rampant, right?

But before the old man of Yin Feng could speak, Yang Wuji, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly made a move.

He grabbed the black long sword with one hand, and raised his hand to slash it over.

In the next second, a chilling sword qi spit out from the tip of the sword and slashed at the head of the old man Yin Feng.

"You're looking for death!"

The old man couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the skeletal crutch in his hand and smashed it out.

Then, the sword qi collapsed in the air, but the skeleton crutch kept castrating, still smashing into Yang Wuxi's head.

The old man of Yin Feng held his breath, and he must kill Yang Wuxian on the spot.

Beside him, the evil Daoist and Xuechenzi glanced at each other, and quietly took a step back.

The master made a move, and these apprentices could only stand by and watch, but they didn't dare to help easily.

In case it is self-defeating and makes the master unhappy, it will be the two of them who are unlucky to turn around.

When the old man of Yin Feng counterattacked, Yang Wuxian was still sitting on the ground, just waving the black long sword in his hand to block left and right, looking chic and wanton.

After a few rounds, the old man suddenly found that there were several more potholes on the skeletal crutch in his hand, which looked like they had been cut by the opponent's long sword.

"Bastard, Yang Wuxi, you simply didn't take the Venerable in your eyes!"

"Haha, it's up to you, it's not worthy!"

The old man of Yin Feng spoke angrily, but he was ridiculed fiercely again by Yang Wuji.

Then, the old man suddenly took a step back, but the skeletal crutch in his hand poked forward some distance.

In the next moment, a sneering sound sounded, and a large cloud of black mist suddenly erupted from the mouth of the skull on the crutch, heading towards Yang Wuxian head-on.

This time, Yang Wuji's nonchalant expression quickly disappeared and began to become solemn.