In front of the Eagle Sorrow Gorge, the thin figure of the sick scholar couldn't stop coughing, his face was as pale as paper, and his shaking body seemed to fall down directly in the next second

Zhou Yu knew that Guo Yun's strength was greatly damaged at this time, and he was by no means the opponent of a sick scholar, so he took a few steps forward, hugged his fists and said: "In the next Zhou Yu, I want to send Guo Daxia over this eagle sorrowful man, and please ask Mr. for advice!"

The sick scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Zhou Yu, and immediately coughed: "Ahem, defeat me, I don't care about the road after that!"

Zhou Yu nodded, turned back to Guo Yun and said, "Guo Daxia, please sweep the battle for me." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ【】”

Guo Yun looked at Zhou Yu with a worried look, although this sick scholar looked terminally ill, but in fact his martial arts were extremely profound, and he was a famous figure, but he also knew at this time that this battle had to be fought, so he sighed and stepped back.

"Little brother, be careful, don't be reckless," Guo Yun instructed.

Zhou Yu bowed his head, signaling that he understood, and immediately faced the sick scholar, clenched the Void Jade Knife and the Time Sword, and his spiritual power expanded and wrapped like water, and the center of his eyebrows was slightly swollen and painful, but it was the spirit that reflected the surroundings.

The sick scholar was still hunched on his back, and he pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist sickly, which was covered with rust, the person was sick, and the sword was a rusty sword.

Grandmaster-level master confrontation, qi machine sympathy, spiritual confrontation!

Zhou Yu's feet slipped, and he slashed at the sick scholar with a knife, and the virtual jade knife drew an emerald green arc in the space, and the knife was dazzling! At the same time, the left-handed sword was handed out in the posture of sending a post, as if inviting a sick scholar to watch the post, full of the meaning of flowing clouds and water, and extremely smooth.

Zhu Jiayi's eyes stared at Zhou Yu's figure tightly, and when he saw such a subtle move, he couldn't help but praise in his heart, "Brother Zhou's sword is becoming more and more smooth, and the starting hand is a double master, and you can also see its solemn look, but this sick scholar should not be underestimated."

The sick scholar's eyes flashed, and the rusty iron sword was blocked at will like a child, and with a bang, it was so wonderful that it resisted the long knife cut off by Zhou Yu, and then stabbed again, and it happened to be against the tip of Zhou Yu's sword!

Swords against each other!

Zhou Yu saw that his move was useless, his heart was unwavering, his spirit spread out like water, and the whole person turned straight through the power of the two swords, and instantly turned around and handed out a sword.

The sick scholar's face suddenly showed a sad color, the whole person's sword momentum suddenly turned, the iron sword continued, and a sad breath lingered around, and the originally lonely autumn color suddenly added to the sadness, in the bleak wind, there were even a trace of raindrops falling, the bleak wind and bitter rain, and Mo Hai and others who watched the battle had a grief in their hearts for no reason.

Mo Hai seemed to have returned to the rainy night when he first discovered the secret of the master's sect, and the upright master suddenly became denied his six relatives, and was bent on starting a war with the Tianshan faction that had formed an alliance, and the three elders dissuaded him together, and even one elder was determined to die, but he still couldn't change the cold face of the master

There are more and more signs that the master is judging the two of them, the whole Diancang is in a panic, everyone is in danger, Mo Hai tried to persuade the master, but he was slashed on the back by the master with a sword, and almost died

Not only Mo Hai, but Zhu Jiayi also had a sadness in his eyes, and seemed to have returned to the bloody battle when he first entered the island, the rain and tears fell together, and in the hazy tears, Zheng Jinghui's eyes gradually dimmed

Everyone who watched the battle, except for the pure-minded Fazhen monk, all of them showed sadness on their faces, and they fell into the deepest sorrow in their hearts at the same time

Zhou Yu bore the brunt of it, and he only felt that his heart was inexplicably sore, and Ding Zining's sad face seemed to appear in front of him, with blood at the corners of his mouth, and he slowly fell into Zhou Yu's arms with reluctance, and behind him, the two elders of Dongfang and Ximen also had unkempt hair and blood-stained clothes

The moment two lines of tears flowed in Zhou Yu's eyes, the alarm in his heart suddenly rose, and the cold air at the center of his eyebrows was pressing, and he suddenly came back to his senses, but found that the rusty iron sword had stabbed at some point, and it was only a few inches away from the center of his eyebrows!

Zhou Yu didn't understand that this was the sick scholar's "gloomy ** sword", in the spread of the spirit of the eyebrows, the surrounding scene was reflected in Zhou Yu's mind like the reflection of a flat lake, and his feet slipped in an instant, avoiding the iron sword by a fraction of a second

A few feet away, Zhou Yu's heart was almost wet with cold sweat, and the cold rain was dripping, and his body was wet in a moment

"Hook the opponent's emotions with his own sword intent, and affect the external world, the bleak wind and the bitter rain will turn into a bitter rain, so that his sword intent will silently invade the soul, pointing directly to the weakness of the soul" Zhou Yu recalled the terrible thing about the sword just now, and his eyes narrowed into a needle tip.

"This sick scholar is definitely a strong man at the grandmaster level, although he does not have the ability to seal the heavens and trap the earth in this world, but this grief sword intent is unique, and it is really terrifying for people to fall into the death of their hearts unconsciously!"

The sick scholar thought that Zhou Yu would inevitably die under his sword, but he didn't expect that when the sword edge arrived, he would get rid of the shackles of sword intent in an instant, and even avoided it at a speed like a streamer, and he couldn't help but praise secretly in his heart, "Ahem young man, you are very good!"

At this moment, the sick scholar's appearance was even more serious, and in the continuous coughing, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with bloodstains, and his eyes were full of tears, and he looked heartbroken

"Ten years of life and death, don't think about it, never forget" groaned softly in his mouth, accompanied by coughing up blood, within a radius of 100 zhang, the whole world was filled with the breath of grief

At this time, Zhu Jiayi finally woke up from his past memories and said in a secret voice: "Brother Zhou, the meaning of this sick scholar is similar to that of the Heaven Control Realm!

Zhou Yu nodded slowly, the gap between the masters of this Heaven and Earth Grandmaster is huge, the strong and terrifying is almost comparable to the Heaven Sealing Realm master of the original world, and the power of heaven and earth is attracted between the shots, which is extremely terrifying!

If you want to win the sick scholar, you first need to isolate the grief! Zhou Yu's heart moved, his spiritual power gathered to know the sea, and he silently counted his body's hole cards in his heart, and he could use it twice more in an instant, and the strongest eclipse of the sun and moon was still left, but if this kind of stunt missed, his body would immediately lose his combat effectiveness, and he could not use it until the critical moment, and he could only be used as a killer weapon!

Swords staggered, Zhou Yu slowly looked at the sick scholar, the grief around him at this moment was almost overwhelming, and the sick scholar slowly groaned in his mouth, "Xiao Xuan window, is grooming, looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears." There seemed to be a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he had dreamed back in the middle of the night, and when the love was strong, he found that Yiren's face had not changed, but he had become sick and blind, and he was almost heartbroken