"Here we go again!"

Yu Wuwei shook his head and sighed secretly, can this Taoist peachwood sword only use blood to exert its power?

You have to do this every time you fight, and how much blood can be provided by this use!

In addition to emotion, he looked at it with some disdain, but was slightly stunned.

I saw that the peachwood sword did not turn into a fierce tiger like before, but a flash of green light, the entire sword body trembled, the light became more and more abundant, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a three-foot green blade with cold light, like a peerless sword.

Moreover, Wang Zhenyu used all his strength when he made a move, and used a famous Taoist swordsmanship - Sanqing Swordsmanship.

It is rumored that the "three Qings" respected by Taoism are the three gods of Yuqing Yuanshizun, Shangqing Lingbaozun, and Taiqing Daodaozun, that is, Taishang Laojun.

The Taoist Sanqing Sword Law was created by Wang Chongyang, the founding ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, and the original intention was to uphold the will of the Sanqing Zun God and cultivate to the highest realm, which can destroy the earth and kill the burden for thousands of miles

There is also a method, in the hundreds of years since the establishment of the Quanzhen Sect, there is no one who can cultivate this set of sword techniques to the highest realm except Wang Chongyang himself.

And now, how could the all-true sword technique in the legend be displayed by the people of Shenwu Mountain?

What does Shenwu Mountain have to do with the Quanzhen Sect?

Yu Wuwei's expression moved slightly, his eyes opened slightly, and he couldn't help murmuring: "I see!"

He got the reason why the Shenwu Mountain Society would perform the Sanqing Sword Technique from his eyes, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laughed: "Draw a tiger and a tiger according to the cat!"

"What are you?"

Wang Zhenyu had just performed a starting gesture when he heard the other party's slanderous words, and couldn't help shouting angrily.

"Alas, the Sanqing Sword Technique is not performed by you like this, this starting style is all wrong, do you still need to use it later?"

Hearing Yu Wuwei's words, Qingyang Zhenren frowned slightly, but in the next moment, there was a bright light in his eyes.

"Hu Yuan, how can you know the Sanqing Sword Technique, an ignorant young man?"

Wang Zhenyu shouted, waved his arm suddenly, the long sword shook, and suddenly a sword shadow seemed to hold up a blue light giant umbrella, and quickly pressed towards Yu Wuwei.

"I didn't expect Zhen Yu's Sanqing swordsmanship to practice to this point, not far from Chengdu, much stronger than his two senior brothers. ”

Qingyang Zhenren smiled and nodded, and looked at the field without blinking.

"Let me let you experience my swordsmanship of painting a cat and a tiger!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhenyu's sword light had approached one meter in front of Yu Wuwei, and it seemed that the sword light giant umbrella was like a wheel composed of dozens of swords, spinning rapidly, with a power to shatter everything.

Gan Siyu's beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at the sword light that was getting closer and closer with a look of astonishment, and she didn't know what to do.

After all, she is an ordinary person, how have she ever seen this kind of formation?

Yu Wuwei gently pushed her body back, and he directly stretched out his arm and grabbed the sword light.

"What, he grabbed it with his hands?"

Qingyang Zhenren was secretly frightened in his heart, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Yu Wuwei's hand, unwilling to miss any momentary changes.

Wang Zhenyu had a hideous smile on his face, and scolded in his heart: "**, you dare to grab my sword with your hand, do you think your hand is stainless steel or iron wall!"

In the next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the sword light giant umbrella instantly rose sharply, forming a huge wheel of light, bursting out with a dazzling blue light, like the noon sun, grabbing people's attention.

"Qingyang Sword Technique!"

Qingyang Zhenren suddenly looked stunned, and couldn't help but nod with a satisfied look on his face: "It's really rare to actually practice my Qingyang swordsmanship to this extent, this is good!"

However, as soon as the words fell, I saw that the light wheel dissipated instantly, and Wang Zhenyu's figure flew out upside down, landed four or five meters away, fell into a pinch of thorns, covered his chest with his hands, and half got up.

"How is this possible?"

Qingyang Zhenren and Wang Zhenyu shouted out almost in unison.

"What's impossible?"

At this time, the three-foot Qingfeng had already turned back into a peachwood sword, and was held by Yu Wuwei in his hand, looking at it with a smile, and jokingly: "Even this wooden sword can also shāre:n?"

Finished, Yu Wuwei's mind moved, and secretly transferred a trace of flame from the fire space, injected it into the peachwood sword, and then threw it towards Wang Zhenyu.

"Boom!"

The peachwood sword instantly burned as it flew towards Wang Zhenyu, and it turned into a flash of fire and flew towards Wang Zhenyu.

Wang Zhenyu was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged, and the fire flew into the thorn bush behind him, and immediately set the tree on fire.

"Whew!"

A raging fire rose into the air and burned in an instant.

Yu Wuwei's expression froze, especially, if this caused a forest fire, it would be my sin.

Seeing the two Taoists, an old man and a young man, he was stunned, so Yu Wuwei had no choice but to put out the fire by himself.

He flew forward suddenly, his consciousness communicated with the Qinglian space, and mobilized the ice and snow in the ice and snow space, and a large pile of ice cubes pressed it up, and the flames were immediately extinguished.

Qingyang Zhenren's pupils constricted, thinking that he was himself, and he was already standing at the peak of this world, and he couldn't do this.

The key is that this boy is both fire and ice, one is the fire of the plain, the other is the ice and snow, specially, the monster is born!

"You, who the hell are you?"

Qingyang Zhenren's face was ugly, but after all, his realm was there, and he saw at a glance that Yu Wuwei was extraordinary, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, Qingyang real person, Jiupin real person realm!"

Yu Wuwei looked at it with a naughty face, and then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that your purpose for coming this time is not pure, otherwise, I would like to make friends with you." ”

Qingyang Zhenren's eyes shrank, and he was secretly shocked in his heart.

The key is that after Hong Zhongchen went back, he briefly told about Wang Huanyu's corpse, and specifically mentioned Yu Wuwei, although he did not lie, but emphasized that Yu Wuwei was an ordinary person, but he had the ability to distinguish corpses.

You know, dealing with corpses is basically a Taoist patent, and out of thin air a corpse identification expert who is stronger than the real human realm, as a Taoist grandmaster-level powerhouse, may not be curious?

Therefore, Qingyang Zhenren found the Wang family, but Wang Huanyu was missing, and he and Wang Zhenyu pursued Yu Wuwei all the way.

Unexpectedly, what this teenager showed shocked him.

Now, this son actually directly shouted out his cultivation realm accurately, what's going on?

His cultivation realm, even the disciples of Shenwu Mountain are not clear, they only know that the sect master is very strong, but they don't know whether it is a real person eighth rank or nine rank.

There are nine halls in Shenwu Mountain, which are the eight halls of warding off evil spirits, suppressing evil spirits, fixing evil spirits, killing evil spirits and exorcism, suppressing demons, fixing demons, and killing demons.

Only the Eight Great Hall Masters knew that his sect master was a nine-rank real person, an immortal-like existence, so he was willing to bow down and obey his orders.

And now this son actually shouted out his realm, and with a look of indifference.

In particular, Wang Zhenyu is just a first-class Taoist, you just defeated a Taoist, and you think that real people are easy to bully?

The first grade of the Taoist and the nine real people, how much is the difference between this, don't you understand?

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