As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one!

This bull-nosed old man is really powerful, a sword sweep, faintly the sound of wind and thunder gathered, and he actually waved the jujube wood sword like a sword net, aiming at Ji Yunfei as a hood, "Little devil, take your life!"

This loud roar turned into thunder, and the Qi field a few meters around him was agitated by his breath, and it actually buzzed and vibrated endlessly, and even the cold wind blowing in the back mountain suddenly increased a few points.

Looking at Ji Yunfei, who is known as the "demon knife", he has already stood still, until this bull-nosed old way rushed out five or six zhang away, then he stretched his hands back and felt out a half-moon-shaped black gold long knife, the blade of this knife is round, like an arc, the surface is dark black, more than half a meter long, it seems to be bulky, but it is extremely light in Ji Yunfei's hands.

A flash of evil lightning flashed in his eyes, he smiled, and actually threw the long knife into the air, pinching it, and the jet-black blade actually rotated, buzzing and trembling around Ji Yunfei's body, and then hit it directly, and Ziyun Zhenren's jujube wood sword collided.

The impact of ping-pong immediately poured into the eardrums, and the breath was shocked, and the identities of the two of them quickly became a demonic wind, flying up and down around the end of the tree, extremely powerful!

The jujube wood sword in the hand of the old man of the bull nose, although it is not gold or iron, but with the blessing of the breath, it is as hard as dark iron, full of toughness, and the full moon long knife is extremely hard, and it has not collapsed at all.

As for the mysterious man Ji Yunfei, his sword skills are changeable, and his figure is like a ghost wandering around the jujube wood sword, the knife is gorgeous and changeable, cutting out a magnificent color, gorgeous and dazzling, and mixed with thousands of fierce ghost cries, the momentum is extraordinary.

This hand of splendid and magnificent knife skills, I can see my eyes sluggish, a burst of dizziness flashed in my mind, regardless of age, this kid's knife is extended, is the occasion to break the embankment, a knife is as fast as a knife, the turning point is flowing water, without the slightest stagnation, just like the phantom feather flying star, the color is magnificent and blurred, it is really worthy of the name of "demon knife".

However, in comparison, the swordsmanship of the people of Ziyun Town seems to be more called, the jujube wood sword opens and closes, every move, there is a thunderous sound flashing, compared to the demon knife, a little more old and dignified, above the sword edge, vaguely accompanied by the roar of the dragon, can always break a way in the dense wind-like stretching knife momentum.

The sword momentum wandered and turned into a long dragon, although the wooden sword material was not top-notch, but the sword fought together, but there was a hidden sound of gold and stone, full of momentum!

This is the strength of the top Daomen?

I was shocked, my back was completely wet with cold sweat, and just as I was fascinated by it, there was a strange urgent reminder in my ears, "Why are you still stunned, run!"

This voice came from nowhere, like the sound of the wind in my ears, I was shocked, and suddenly woke up, as a frustrated man with senior escape experience, I immediately woke up, don't run at this time, waiting to be wheeled out of the flight?

With this thought, I pulled my legs and ran.

"Boy, don't go!" Seeing this, the bull-nosed old man immediately slashed his long sword, jumped out of the circle, and flew to intercept me.

When he chased him, Ji Yunfei burst into laughter, "Old Niubi, when you are so inattentive when you fight with me, do you look down on the master?"

As soon as these words came out, the brilliant and colorful knife momentum suddenly intensified, but it entangled Ziyun Zhenren to death, leaving no gap.

"Little Zai, if you are bent on death, I will fulfill you!" Ziyun Zhenren's cultivation is at the top, naturally stronger than that Ji Yunfei, but in the face of that gorgeous and weird knife technique, he couldn't win in a hurry, seeing the blade coming, he immediately let out a roar from his mouth, and the blade stretched out, blocking the opponent's stretching knife momentum, and then jumped away a small step, raised the jujube wood sword high, and quickly recited the incantation.

A touch of air flowed in, the sword blade swayed, and took the initiative to deviate from Ziyun Zhenren's wrist, and swiped at Ji Yunfei's wrist, which was the same as Feihong, with the momentum of the river rushing down. Ji Yunfei knew it very well, and some horror flashed in his weird purple pupils, and he quickly withdrew and retreated.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them, I had already jumped more than ten meters, and I was about to disappear into the depths of the rainforest.

"It's not good, that little thief is going to run away!" At this time, many Qingcheng Mountain addresses also woke up, and they rushed to arrest me, but one was because of the distance, and secondly, the appearance of this "demon knife" Ji Yunfei also made people in a trance, and many people who were anxious to arrest me shifted their focus to that fight, and only three or five idle people were still struggling to chase.

Without the encirclement and interception of the large army, I was a little calm, and hurried to the densest place in the jungle, just about to find a place to hide myself, but before I could get into the grass, there was a majestic voice in my ears, "Boy, go back with me!"

I turned around, and glanced at the starlight above my head, only to see a fat middle-aged monk, who was running towards me quickly, this person was seven feet tall, burly, with a big belly and a monk's robe, with the frequency of running and shaking, looking bulky, but running like flying, a proper master.

I was furious and yelled at the obsessive monk, "What kind of ability is it for monks to bully more than they have?"

The great monk laughed, jumped to my side quickly, spread out his big fan-like hand, buckled it to my neck, and said indifferently, "The donor broke into the mountain gate privately, but his tongue is so slippery, waiting for the poor monk to capture you, I am here to reason with you." ”

I believe you're a ghost!

The monk was in good health, but there was a condensation of breath in his palm, and he grabbed it, and his fingertips even had hurricane condensation, which was very powerful, and I had no choice but to do my best to fight with him, borrow the breath from the Devouring God Gu, concentrate it on both hands, and with a wave of his backhand, he fought with him.

Rumble!

As the palm wind converged, I felt like I had hit a rhinoceros, the huge rebound force almost broke my arm bones, there was no suspense, I fan-like slap moved two meters horizontally, and I fell to the ground in disgrace, and my chest was also suffocated, and I wanted to vomit blood.

The great monk also got it, and shot me down with one palm, but he was not busy chasing, but put his hands together, stood there motionless and said, "It is really unwise for the donor to break into the mountain late at night and provoke my reputation of Qingcheng Mountain for thousands of years, so it is better to return to the torture hall with the great monk and explain the matter clearly." ”

I'll confess to the ghost!

With Yu Zhenzi's experience, I don't trust these sanctimonious cultivators, I used my hands and feet together, got up and ran wildly again, this great monk sighed slightly, separated his palms, grabbed me out of thin air, and the fingertips peeled off the rosary, shooting straight to my back, the inner brilliance was condensed, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

I was so shocked that my scalp was about to take off, and I gritted my back molars angrily, and I was about to turn around to resist, but a fire also gushed out from the woods behind me, and it hit the rosary hard, and all the Buddha light lingering on the Buddha beads was extinguished, and both fell to the ground.

The great monk was taken aback, and hurriedly looked into the depths of the forest, his eyes opened and closed, and a sharp light flashed, "It's you?"

No one in the forest responded, but a thin shadow flashed, and he ran quickly to me with the silver, grabbed me by the shoulder, and dragged me towards the jungle.

This person's hand is brisk, almost beyond my reaction limit, but I am not easy to mess with, a backhand slash, towards the man's forehead, before the knife hits the target, there is already a familiar whisper in my ear, "Don't move, it's me ......"