When he arrived at Deshen Mountain, when he saw Yang Jun and Gu Jiuxin, he was standing under this smooth mirror-like stone wall, Jiang Su still regained his senses a little.

How could the key to the small world of fog and dust be in the hands of these two people?

Gu Jiuxin was from a prominent background, and behind him was the Gu family, one of the top ten families. But what can this Chu Ke have to do with this matter?

Jiang Su glanced at the two people opposite, his expression was indifferent, as if there was nothing abnormal.

He was a little uncertain in his heart, regretting that he had just said it too early.

This thought flashed away, Jiang Su put away the wild smile on his face, and said, "How can Senior Sister Gu have time to come to Shenxing Mountain," he glanced at Yang Jun and asked knowingly: "This junior brother is a bit of a face, can Senior Sister Gu recommend one or two?" ”

actually pretended not to know Yang Jun, and took advantage of him by the way.

Jiang Su pretended to be like this, which made Gu Jiuxin and Yang Jun even more sure that he was the one holding the ice jade key. The two of them glanced at each other, and there was a little smile in their eyes.

Jiang Su and Chayan were not fools in terms of appearance, and their faces suddenly changed, and they said sharply: "Sure enough, it's you?!" ”

Eight points are already certain in their hearts, and the other Black Stone Crystal Key is in the hands of these two people.

Yang Jun ignored him and said to Gu Jiuxin: "Wait for the rabbit, this rabbit really hit the tree." ”

Jiang Su heard the ridicule in Yang Jun's words, and his expression turned cold.

He took a step forward and shouted, "Hand over the key!" ”

With this loud shout, the sound wave pushed away layers of ripples like substance, and the branches and leaves of the dense forest behind Jiang Su trembled. Yang Jun could even hear the sound of water droplets falling on the leaves.

Yin Jinli, who hurried after receiving the news from Yue Zilan, heard a voice from behind the cliff in the forest before he arrived at the place, and the flying sword he was driving suddenly stopped.

Yue Zili was holding a thousand silk compass, and he had already seen where Yin Jinli was, and rushed over to pull Yin Jinli down from mid-air to hide.

"Childe, you're hiding it well!"

Yue Zili, who was puffing up one ear to listen to the voice over there, was not very polite to Yin Jinli in his tone, and Yin Jinli didn't notice it, and asked excitedly: "Didn't you say Chu Ke, who was this just now?" ”

Yue Zilan said perfunctorily: "I don't know, son, you just listen first." ”

Yin Jinli was about to speak, when the sound of fighting in the forest had already risen, and a ray of light rose into the sky, followed by the sound of swords clashing.

At the same time, on the other side of Duxiu Peak, at the edge of the pine forest halfway up the mountainside, there were several people slowly approaching the Spiegel Cliff from different directions.

Between the Spiegel Cliff and the pine forest, there is a wide piece of grass, and the light of the magic weapon rushes up from the clearing, and the fireworks generally jump up into the air, and several people who are hidden in the forest are startled and stunned.

Such a movement must be a confrontation between two extraordinary magic weapons.

Quietly, his heart sank, and he didn't care about hiding his traces, so he jumped out with a "whoosh" and ran in the direction where the sound of the fight came.

She knew that there was not only Yang Jun inside, but also Gu Jiuxin, who had been in and out with Yang Jun for the past few days, but at this moment, she really couldn't believe that Gu Jiuxin could definitely and firmly stand on Yang Jun's side.

She had already recognized it, the one who went in just now, but Jiang Su, the leader of the younger generation of the Jiang family, was already a third-order Jiang Su of the young master's cultivation level!

In Jing Jing's eyes, Yang Jun's combat power has certainly greatly surpassed that of people of the same level, and it is not weaker than Jiang Linxian, whose cultivation level is several levels ahead of him, but what about Jiang Su, who has surpassed his two major cultivation levels and dozens of ranks? Is there still such a good chance of winning?

Moreover, in her eyes, Gu Jiuxin has always been a variable.

Gu Jiuxin was forced to take two steps back by the wave of qi opened up by the clash of swords and swords, standing under the bare stone wall, his right hand was wiped in front of him, and a light mask immediately rose in front of him, the shape of the arc was as clear as a film.

Yang Jun didn't distract herself from Gu Jiuxin, because he knew that she must have the means to protect herself and enough strength.

The moment the sword light flashed, his prepared right hand was raised. The lightning-like vertical and horizontal sword qi slashed at the dark and broad blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and there was a burst of agitation.

The jet-black blade is as silent as night.

After the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, Yang Jun stared at Jiang Su with his eyes like torches.

Draw your sword if you don't say a word, it's good, it's refreshing!

He raised the five fingers of his right hand on the hilt of the knife in turn, moved it, and re-pinched it, and gently supported the back of the knife with his left hand. The jade-colored aura pulsed in the bulging veins, soaking through the skin into the hilt of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

When I first arrived in my hand, the gray-white handle was already as bright as jade, and with the injection of spiritual light, it exuded a bright and moist color, and from between Yang Jun's five fingers, a little red light faintly revealed.

Yang Jun didn't know if this was the light of the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife itself, or the blood light in his fingers.

Jiang Su couldn't hide his surprise, opened his mouth slightly, and glared at Yang Jun.

The kid has two brushes, and he misses one hit!

The moment the swords touched, he already knew that the knife in Yang Jun's hand was really extraordinary, and the New Year turned sharply, and he already smiled: "So this is the knife?!" ”

Yang Jun smiled coldly.

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

Although he doesn't care about boasting that he is already an expert, Yang Jun believes in his strange intuition, but with one move, he can already judge - he will never be weaker than this Jiang Su!

The look of surprise in Jiang Su's eyes disappeared, and he secretly gritted his teeth: "Unexpectedly, the key to the fog and dust small realm is actually on you." ”

He also heard a little about the Chu family. Unexpectedly, this kid who may have the rumored Shenmu Ling still holds the key to open the small world of fog and dust.

However, with him, what Shenmu Order is not Shenmu Order, ten thousand butcher knives are not ten thousand butcher knives, this key, he Jiang Su is going to decide!

Jiang Su had a three-point smile on his face, but this smile was superficial and did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Senior Uncle Chu, you are a senior disciple of the Senior Uncle Group of the Gangshan Mountain, the respected elder of my disciples, why should you hurt your feelings for some trivial things?" Uncle Shi might as well hand over the key to his nephew to play with one or two. ”

Ma Dan, perverted/perverted!

Yang Jun looked at Jiang Su's coy posture, and there was only this one thought. When this person doesn't speak, he still feels quite normal, and even has a little extraordinary. I don't want to, it's a big perversion/pervert, and it's also yin and yang weird to speak!

Who has such a big nephew!

Rao is Gu Jiuxin was used to calling Yang Jun "Little Uncle", and he was also stimulated by Jiang Su's loud voice.

The corners of Yang Jun's mouth twitched: "Good nephew, obediently hand over the key, and I am serious about honoring my uncle!" ”

Withdrawing up, the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife drew an arc in the air, the blade was as black as ink, as deep as the night sky, and the blade was shining like meteor lightning, bringing up a large afterimage and a gust of hula wind, sweeping towards Jiang Su.

Jiang Su sneered, the corners of his mouth crossed a sneering arc, and his eyes were quite calm, with a hint of arrogance.

"The little fart who has not dried up dares to be your grandfather!"

After that, he raised his sword to greet him, and with a turn of his wrist, one sword after another sword flower was pulled, and the brilliant sword light left one afterimage after another in the air, between light and dark, like a lotus flower connected to each other, each of which was the size of a car.

Yang Jun didn't know how powerful it was, but he just faced it in his usual way of breaking power.

The flowing aura urged the natal pattern imprint of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, the Soul Capture Seal, a circle of ripples, from the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife to the blade of the blade, growing rapidly, and soon crawled all over the blade, as if the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was engraved with a complex relief pattern.

The wind swept over the knife face, and then blew onto Yang Jun's face, and there was a whistling sound of "woo-woo".

Jiang Su's pupils shrank suddenly.

After the white light, a touch of blood appeared in the black lacquer-like knife shadow, which was so red that it made him feel like he was dazzled.

It's a mysterious and esoteric atmosphere.

This feeling is indescribable, but it makes Jiang Su instinctively feel dangerous.

The cultivation of this kid on the other side is not high, it can even be said that it is very low, so low that Jiang Su disdains it. The first level of spirituality, heh, but only half a step on the path of monasticism!

He originally thought that the rumored kid holding the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife that swept across the Yuntai was his biggest reliance. And this is not a difficult thing for Jiang Su.

In actual combat, the benefits of magic weapons and people's cultivation are complementary to each other. Only monks of the same level and magic weapons of the same level can maximize the effectiveness of magic weapons. And if the cultivation does not match the level of the magic weapon, it will greatly reduce the combat power.

In general, it refers to the situation where a low-level monk uses a high-level magic weapon. As for the cultivators who were highly cultivated, there was no need for them to use low-level magic weapons at all.

Just like Yang Jun, the cultivation of the first level of spiritual cultivation is really limited. And the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is a well-known super-level high-level magic weapon in Xuantian Gate.

Jiang Su admitted that if the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was held in the hands of a third-order young master cultivator who agreed with him, or a slightly lower level of the first order of a young master, or even a ninth-order spiritual monk, it would be difficult for him to deal with it, and he would probably have no chance of winning.

But with Yang Jun's meager spiritual power, I am afraid that he will not be able to use even one percent of the power of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

This battle, for yourself, is just a matter of moving your fingers at will!

However, Jiang Su didn't treat it with a casual attitude from the beginning, because he still wanted to tease Yang Jun and let this guy see what the real spiritual style was.

With the bloody aura of the shadow of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, Jiang Su's pupils shrank.

What the hell is this!

With the power of a first-order spiritual cultivation, it would never be possible to exert such a power of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife. Although it was not terrifying, the power that Jiang Su could feel was much stronger than he expected!

"Good boy!"

Jiang Su shouted, and the long sword in his hand danced even more dazzlingly, and the grass was suddenly filled with silver light, covered with huge silver lotus flowers.

One after another, the silver lotus galloped towards Yang Jun, and was picked up by the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife one by one, splashing in all directions. (To be continued.) )