Nangong Yijian's gaze was fierce, and his dark eyes seemed to contain tens of thousands of swords.

He stared at Yan Ruyu with a hint of surprise in his ruthlessness.

The disciples of the Jindan period actually have the ability to compete with other realms?

Although he didn't use his true skills, he just wanted to deter her, but ordinary monks in the late stage of Jindan might not be able to be so calm and composed.

He restrained his emotions, glanced at the jade mirror under her floor-dragging robe, and then looked at her again, suddenly full of righteousness and righteousness, and asked: "Who is the thief, who dares to lurk in my Hidden Sword Sect, who sent you?!"

During the questioning, she had already made a move, and several spirit swords on top of her head rushed down with a roar, and stabbed them towards the top of Yan Ruyu's head, and at the same time blocked all her retreats.

Yan Ruyu's ridicule couldn't be stopped, all the questions of Nangong Yijian at this time were just an excuse for him to make a move.

Want to try her cultivation?

Yan Ruyu pointed into a sword and pointed at the sword that fell first, her fingertips did not have sword energy, but after she clicked on it, the spirit sword suddenly surrendered and fell into her hand.

With a flick of his sword, he slammed the remaining sword to the ground.

"The sect master suddenly became difficult, why is this?" Yan Ruyu's long sword lightly touched the ground, "The disciple has no disrespect, but he is not a person who sits idly by, if the sect master does not give an explanation, it will be difficult for me to be convinced." ”

Nangong Yijian has a constant seal in his hand, don't look at the lack of aura, when they reach their realm, one of the differences between them and ordinary monks is that they have a deep understanding of mobilizing spiritual power, and they can use the least aura to play the most powerful moves.

After listening to Yan Ruyu's words, Nangong Yijian's movements did not stop, but the heroic righteousness on his body became more and more dignified, as if he was still the model of the Taoist sect who was jealous of demons and hatred.

said coldly, "Although Qing He is a Yuanying cultivator and has unique insights into cultivation, he can't teach a disciple like you. In my opinion, it is more than enough for you to be his teacher. Say, my sect's Qinghe Daojun, has you been killed!"

It is really a good way to reverse black and white, Yan Ruyu sneered, and glanced up, it was the offensive formed after Nangong's sword was sealed, and a rainbow sword light condensed in mid-air, destroying the ancient and flying towards her.

At a glance, there was a corresponding method, using the spirit sword in his hand as a guide, circling around the body several times, and several spirit swords were led down in the sky above the sword mound, flying around her at a rapid pace, like a solid sword formation.

The sword light was eventually exhausted, and those spirit swords also turned into powder.

"The sect master hasn't explained the truth of the matter one by one, so he shot at me, what is the reason. Aren't you afraid that you will be ridiculed when you say it?" Yan Ruyu said lightly, "In the past, I respected the Nangong Sect Master as the leader of Taoist cultivation, but now I am very disappointed. Could it be that the senior is really the Huangquan Fairy, and what he said is also true?"

Nangong Yijian's eyes finally floated with a strong killing intent.

Back then, he would kill Zhang Biluo, standing in his position, he felt that he was also very helpless, who told Zhang Biluo to know the truth and come to question him.

If she pretended not to know, or if she was married to him, how could he kill her?

For Zhang Biluo, the biological mother of his two children, he has some feelings. He has always regarded feelings as floating clouds on the road of cultivation, and it doesn't matter if there is an embellishment, or not.

After Zhang Biluo questioned him about the Sword Saint, he knew that that woman was not the kind of person who could sacrifice her Dao heart for her husband.

Therefore, Zhang Biluo will not die, but also die.

"You are a demonic assassin, lurking in my Hidden Sword Sect, one showed his feet when the sect master summoned him, and the other saw that the sect master's injuries were unabated, and the sect master had to get rid of you. Nangong Yijian sighed and stood up.

The excuse of killing people was found so quickly, Yan Ruyu was convinced in her heart, and sighed: "Your son Nangong Huan knows that I came in, and he can hear the first half clearly, are you sure you want to do this?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Yijian also paused rarely, looked at Yan Ruyu, and said seriously: "Compared to you, Huan'er will naturally trust me as a father." ”

Yan Ruyu thought about it, this is indeed the case, Nangong Huan lost his mother at a young age, and he admired Nangong Yijian very much, and there was a possibility that this matter would not be resolved.

The skin of the face had been torn, and Yan Ruyu didn't want to continue to entrust him with the virtual snake, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "Nangong Yijian, you are very sure to kill me." Even the Flower Demon Lord doesn't dare to say such big things, do you have bigger hole cards than him?"

Nangong Yijian's heart suddenly sudden, Yan Ruyu called him by his name, and he didn't leave any face. When he mentioned Hua Wuya, he didn't have the slightest respect, he originally thought that Hua Wuya had sent her......

Whether it's or not, this woman really can't stay.

Nangong Yijian's face was indifferent, and he didn't say a word about her words, the last fight between him and Hua Wuya was hundreds of years ago, and there was no winner or loser at that time, and now who is strong and which is weaker may not be able to distinguish the depth.

And he, naturally, also has his own hole cards.

"Are your hole cards the spirit in your body?" Yan Ruyu looked at him with endless mockery on her face.

Nangong Yijian's hand hidden in the dark sect master's robe couldn't help but tighten, and he was a little shocked by her words.

He did have a spirit hidden in his body, and he had been cultivating and growing together with the help of this spirit over the years. Now that his cultivation is getting higher and higher, even if Hua Wuya seems to be becoming more powerful, he doesn't have much sense of crisis, because he has such hole cards.

Now, Yan Ruyu knew it, and said it inappropriately.

He looked at her quietly, the spiritual power on his back was whistling, and the wind in the forest was flowing much faster, and he said quietly: "How did you know about this?"

Yan Ruyu said: "It was the Huangquan Fairy who told me." ”

Fuck your shit!

When Zhang Biluo died, Lao Tzu and this spirit had not yet met, how could Zhang Biluo tell you?

"People are watching the sky, and the Huangquan Fairy must have great resentment towards you, so he is staring at you all the time when he is dead. When you get out of the underworld, she will settle accounts with you one by one. Yan Ruyu said.

What a woman!

Nangong Yijian made up his mind, and there was an extra sword in his palm.

This is the sword he has raised for nearly a thousand years, and he has long had spiritual intelligence, and he is particularly good at holding it. When he was young, he carried this sword on his back and became a famous swordsman.

It's just that this sword has not fallen with its master, it has long had spiritual intelligence, and it has also been cultivated by the most majestic Nangong Yijian, and it is even a little repulsive to the now insidious Nangong Yijian.

But Nangong Yijian is the master, and it also has to obey orders.

Because of a slight resistance, he was whipped by Nangong Yijian with his divine sense, and at this time, he was a little trembling, and the sword groan sounded a kind of sad high-pitched.