"Poof!"

The black thin Taoist priest spat blood from his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Although his fist intent was blocked by his senior brother's flying sword, he was still injured by the mental fluctuations in his fist intent, so he vomited blood.

"You're a fourth-order qi refiner!!"

The black thin Taoist priest opened his mouth in disbelief.

He himself is a third-order qi refiner, and if he can hurt him, the cultivation of this young man on the other side must be higher than him!

"No, he's also a seventh-order Qi refiner. ”

The back sword priest spoke in a condensed voice.

Qi refining seventh order?

The black thin Daoist's face changed slightly, but he immediately laughed fiercely: "What's the matter if it's the seventh order of qi refining, senior brother, you are already a seventh order of qi refining, and you are even cultivating the sword qi of the Quanzhen Dao Sect!"

"Today, this kid must die!"

The back sword Taoist didn't say much, but just looked at Ye Mo coldly: "Kid." Which sect are you a practitioner of!"

"There is no sect and no faction, and there is one scattered cultivation. Ye Mo responded lightly.

Casual practice?

After the senior brothers glanced at each other, their expressions were also much more relaxed.

"Since you are a casual cultivator, you dare to do something to our disciples of the Quanzhen Sect? Give you a chance to get out of here!"

The black-faced Taoist priest shouted loudly.

"You tell me to get out, do you have the qualifications?"

Ye Mo pursed his lips, his face full of disdain: "My subordinates are defeated, if it wasn't for your senior brother to help you just now." Do you think it's as simple as spitting blood?"

"You're ......!!"

The black and thin Dao was so angry that his face turned pale.

"Boy, my junior brother is not qualified, so what about me?"

The sword warrior took a step forward, his eyes sharp.

"You?"

Ye Mo tilted his head to look at him, and continued: "A piece of garbage, I don't deserve to lift shoes, and I don't know what kind of third-rate sect the so-called Quanzhen Sect is, and the disciples taught are so weak." ”

"You are presumptuous!"

The sword-carrying Taoist said: "Boy, my Quanzhen Sect is a big sect, how can you let out wild words here." ”

Door?

Ye Mo heard this title for the second time.

The last time I met Ling Yaxin, the Yuan Infant Stage Great Cultivator Zhang Tiangang, seemed to be some Dao Sect Elder and gave him a token.

Seeing that he was thoughtful, the other party thought he was scared, and couldn't help but say proudly: "Boy, you are an ant-like existence as soon as you are a casual cultivator, if you kneel down and become my slave, I may be merciful and reward you with a few drops of quenching body fluid." ”

"Quenching fluid?"

Ye Mo looked over.

"That's right, it's quenching fluid. ”

The sword-backed Taoist took out a jade bottle from his arms, which contained half a bottle of liquid: "You cultivators, don't you always like to kneel in front of the mountain gate and beg us to send a reward for quenching body fluid?"

Of course, if you kneel down and beg us to take you as a slave, you will not only spare your life today, but you will also be rewarded with a drop of quenching fluid. ”

When he said this, his expression was extremely arrogant.

It's like this kind of thing, it's natural.

"Do you know that your expression is very harmonious with an adjective. Ye Mo asked with a smile.

The sword-carrying priest subconsciously responded: "What word?"

"Stupid!"

Ye Mo spat out the word and rolled his eyes to show contempt.

Quenching fluid in the other party's hand. In his eyes, it was rubbish to the extreme, and he only needed to look at it and smell it to guess that it was just crushed and soaked with five hundred years of spirit grass.

Although the five-hundred-year-old spirit grass is somewhat rare, the pharmacist who refines this quenching fluid is a waste, if he uses the same material, the medicinal effect of the quenching liquid refined is at least ten times stronger!

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The back sword priest's eyes were shining, and the killing intent permeated his body.

"Senior brother, what nonsense to talk about with him, this kind of ant kills and kills, and it dirties our eyes when we look at it. The black thin Taoist sneered.

The back kendo priest nodded.

Take a deep breath.

Airplanes~!

The wooden sword in front of him began to tremble, and a sharp qi machine emanated.

"Boy, before you die, you can see the sword art of my Quanzhen Sect, and you can be regarded as dying without regrets. ”

The sword warrior looked at Ye Mo with cold eyes, and at the same time, he began to chant words in his mouth: "Daomen Qiankun." The air sword is one......"

"Your swordsmanship is really awesome, and Edgeworth still has to recite mantras, which is an eye-opener for me. ”

Ye Mo grinned: "In the real battle." You can recite the mantra in enough time to die a hundred times!"

"Boy, you're crazy now, and I don't know how you're going to die. ”

The black thin Taoist priest took advantage of the senior brother's recitation of the mantra. Be vigilant to stand in front of your senior brother.

At this time, it was indeed the most vulnerable time for sword cultivation.

Fortunately, the man in front of him did not move.

"It means qi, and the heart is the sword. Hurry!"

The sword-carrying Taoist priest finally finished reciting the mantra and pointed out.

Swish!

The wooden sword struck with terrifying killing intent.

The corners of the two Taoist priests both had a cruel smile on their mouths, and Wu Tianxiong and the others also laughed, and they didn't think of Ye Mo. To survive this sword.

Zhu Manqing bit her red lips tightly, and her pretty face was full of worry.

Just as she was about to perform her secret technique and step forward to help Ye Mo-

Airplanes!!

The wooden sword stood still three inches from the center of Ye Mo's eyebrows.

"What's going on?"

The black thin Taoist priest's face was full of confusion. Puzzled looked at his senior brother.

The back sword Taoist had a solemn face, and his sword finger moved forward a little fiercely.

Airplanes~~~!

The wooden sword trembled, but no matter how much he drove it, he couldn't move forward a single bit. Nor can they retreat a single bit.

"Oh no!!I ...... I can't control my flying sword. ”

The sword warrior's face changed drastically, and with an anxious expression, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and muttered to himself again.

"The essence and blood do not dissolve, it is for the heart of the Dao. The Dao Sword condenses the blood palm Qiankun, the Qiankun sword shows supernatural powers, the blood sword, the disease!"

Poof!

Blood spurted out. Condensed but not dissipated into the wooden sword.

Ye Mo shrugged his shoulders and waited for the other party to finish reciting the formula.

Buzz!

The speed of the wooden sword's trembling became more and more intense, and it trembled even more when it reached the back, as if it had encountered some kind of natural enemy, and it did not dare to take a step forward when it was about to die.

Finally.

Click!

The wooden sword was covered with tiny cracks, and it could no longer withstand the pressure, and it turned into powder with a bang.

"Poof!"

The sword warrior spat out blood, and his breath instantly withered.

"You dare to destroy my Dao Sword!!! You are an ant-like existence, and you dare to destroy my Dao Sword!!"

The sword-carrying Taoist stared at Ye Mo viciously, and roared, "You're done, you're done!!, just wait for the endless pursuit of the Daomen! He's going to crush you!!"

"If you offend the Daomen, you, your family, and even your whole clan will never be at peace. ”

Malevolent curse. Prolonged.

"Finished?"

Ye Mo shrugged his shoulders and asked indifferently.

"Now that we're done, the two of you can also hit the road, besides. I would also like to tell you three important things. ”

Ye Mo's face was serious, and he said seriously: "First, the Quanzhen Sect is not as good as bullshit in my eyes, and the pride of your so-called famous and decent sect is even more like shit in my eyes. ”

"Second, you are the seventh order of qi refining, and I am also the seventh order of qi refining, but the gap between the same realms is also like the gap between the heavenly barriers. ”

"As for the third......

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth curled: "I want you to see the real Sword Immortal Imperial Sword Technique, but it is different from your garbage sword technique of reciting mantras." ”

Words landed.

Ye Mo pointed out, and the sword qi was instantaneous.

Shout!

The azure light swept up from the sky, and the sword qi filled dozens of meters. The sword is sharp and suppresses the aura of heaven and earth.

A sword out.

Click!

A ravine more than ten meters long instantly cracked on the ground, the ground cracked and the stones opened, and the sword flashed by, like a mighty heavenly power sweeping. Everything in the world can be turned into powder!

Ye Mo put away his sword and asked with a smile, "See?"

The pair of brothers naturally saw it, because the shock and fear in their eyes completely froze on their faces.

But they couldn't respond to this question.

Because, a breeze is blowing.

Phew!

The heads of the two corpses fell to the ground, and the heads of the two corpses were killed in an instant!

"It's too weak, and I don't know where the courage and pride of this secular sect come from. ”

Ye Mo shook his head, but suddenly, he frowned slightly.

On the corpse of the sword-carrying Taoist in between, a dark yellow talisman suddenly floated, spontaneously combusting without wind, and at the same time, a strange spiritual fluctuation spread, enveloping Ye Mo in it.

The talisman burned, turning into a cloud of black ash and falling away.

"Interesting, is the natal talisman seal of Brother Jindan? It seems that this dead Taoist priest has a lot of backstage. ”

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth twitched with a hint of playfulness.

This talisman can convey his appearance back to the Quanzhen Sect, which is prepared for disciples by the masters of the sect, and you can always pay attention to the safety of the disciples when you go out to practice.

But now, the two Taoist priests were all killed, but Ye Mo was not afraid at all.

It's still the same sentence, the Quanzhen Sect is not as good as bullshit in his eyes.

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