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He still admired this little uncle's insight and quick response, and even thought about protecting Yang Jun first when he started fighting for a while.

Now, Fu Xing just wants to beg this little uncle to shut up.

Wang Wei is not only a ninth-order martial cultivator, but also a blood cultivator, and he doesn't know what other weird abilities he has in his body. Uncle Shi, are you really not killing yourself by doing this?

Several of the female disciples of Fu Wangfeng had a good impression of Yang Jun, and they were all a little worried when they saw that Yang Jun was the first to bear the brunt of Wang Wei's trouble.

The concubine even said: "Uncle Xiao, you stand back, this scumbag, just leave it to us to deal with." ”

Gu Jiuxin turned his head to look at her, but silently retreated a few steps from the side, making a gesture of standing by and watching.

Concubine Fei was stunned: "Senior Sister Gu, ...... you"

Gu Jiuxin simply waved his hand and asked the four female disciples with swords behind him to step back, but he pinched the hilt of the Missing Sword.

Li Yu knew that he couldn't make a move under Wang Wei, so he had already self-consciously hid away, and when he saw that Yang Jun was not retreating but advancing, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Fu Xing and Chu Jiang glanced at each other, and they both guarded Wang Wei's back road without moving.

Yang Jun held the knife in his right hand, and looked at Wang Wei with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because the blade of the Wan Butcher Knife was more than two feet wide, even though Yang Jun's arm was raised very high, the blade was still very close to the ground, almost touching the ground.

The sunset was shining, and there was a large area of brilliant clouds in the sky.

The light near dusk poured over the mountains in a thin layer of warm orange light.

But this soft and warm light failed to illuminate the blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

The setting sun even gilded Yang Jun with a layer of golden light, making his expression a little blurred, but the broad-backed broadsword that stood diagonally was black and shiny, becoming the most eye-catching place in this valley.

Except for Li Yu, it was not the first time that everyone present had seen the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, but what they saw at this time seemed to be different from the last time.

What's different?

Gu Jiuxin's gaze fell on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, his gaze slowly slashed from the tip of the knife to the blade, lingering for a moment on the three words "Ten Thousand Butcher Knife" under the knife head, and then slid down the back of the knife.

The blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was downward, and the entire blade was hidden in the shadow of the broad back, only the tip of the knife shone a little cold. This makes the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife appear to have smooth blade lines, bending into an almost perfect arc.

Gu Jiuxin was not like Fu Xing and others who saw the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife for the second time, she had already seen how Chu Ke fought against Yuntai with a knife as early as when she was in Ling Chushan.

At that time, Chu Ke was still a junior apprentice who had no spiritual skills.

Yes! Gu Jiuxin's eyes lit up.

No wonder she felt that the atmosphere before Chu Ke and Wan Butcher Knife was a little strange, it turned out that he had already passed the spiritual knack, and he had a spiritual connection with Wan Butcher Knife.

When Gu Jiuxin looked at Yang Jun again, there was only the silhouette of one person and one knife in the sunset in his eyes.

The light stretched Yang Jun's figure very long, and the shadow of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife overlapped with the figure. That one person, one knife seemed to have fused together.

Wang Wei knew that the cultivation of the person in front of him was far inferior to his own, and he was even almost a whole level away, but he felt a sense of weakness for a while.

Momentum.

The young man stood there like a calm mountain, a knife with a wide face and a thick back, like a towering stone wall.

is obviously superficial, but even if the wind and clouds change color, they are as calm as the mountains.

Looking at each other, Wang Wei saw the smile in Yang Jun's eyes, and a trace of uncertainty suddenly surged in his heart.

Should I really start with this weakest-looking teenager?

But Wang Wei didn't have more time to think, as Yang Jun said, Fu Xing had already informed Yu Chishuo that someone from the sect would arrive soon. I had to deal with these people before more people arrived, and then run away.

Suppressing the uncertainty in his heart, Wang Wei's hand waved forward flatly.

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

A ray of red light flashed on Wang Wei's blade.

A sword light that was two zhang long and more than three feet wide suddenly appeared in the valley, like galloping thousands of troops and horses rushing towards Yang Jun.

The waving sword shadow rolled up a hurricane, and in an instant, the sand and stones and leaves flew in front of everyone, and the sword wind blew on the body like a sharp blade.

Within three zhang, there are sharp blades. Everyone protected each other with spiritual power.

Even Fu Xing and Chu Jiang, who were standing behind Wang Wei, were affected, and they raised their hands to cover their faces and protect their eyes.

Yang Jun saw that behind the slightly reddened sword light, it was the blade that swept in. Wang Wei's figure is almost illusory among the flying sand and gravel leaves.

Yang Jun's eyes were open, and there was a red glow reflected in his dark pupils, as well as a ray of white light.

But this reddish sword light did not appear on the black and heavy body of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

The blade is black and pure, but the blade is extremely bright.

Black and white, two colors that are extremely simple, are so clean in the red light that almost covers the sky and the mess of sand and dead leaves! Such a brightness!

There seemed to be a strong wind howling in Yang Jun's ears, but he didn't make any moves.

After the tempering of the essence of the cold spirit and the boiling of the pot of medicinal paste of the real people of the mountain, not only the sublimation of the flesh and muscles, but also the defense ability of the skin has already risen by an unknown number of steps.

The prelude to the sword wind, the wind blade that can cut through flesh and blood, is as gentle as a spring breeze to him.

Wang Wei was naturally familiar with the knife moves he had learned, and the wind swept the sand and stones flying around, and it would not affect his vision.

In the midst of the storm, the figure standing proudly was really weird, and the big knife on the side of the young man was getting brighter and brighter.

But, even if there is no way forward, he can only go on. Wang Wei's heart was horizontal, his hand pushed forward, and the cold knife broke through the wind and swept towards Yang Jun.

Zheng――

The sound of the hula wind is the sound of sharp blades breaking through the air.

Yang Jun's eyelids drooped, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sharp blade of the Wantu Knife.

Before Wang Wei's blade swept across his neck, his arm was raised.

Last to come, first served!

The instantaneous burst speed had already surpassed the speed at which Wang Wei rushed from two feet away.

The tumbling rainbow light ended in an instant in the black sword light, like a rushing wave pouring into a black hole in an instant.

The wind stopped suddenly, and all the flying sand and gravel suddenly fell to the ground, and only the remnants of the leaves fluttered in the air.

Fu Xing and Chu Jiang, who were about to rush forward to save the scene, were stunned.

Gu Jiuxin was actually the person with the highest cultivation among all the people present, and she kept staring at Yang Jun.

Seeing that Yang Jun had curbed Wang Wei's offensive with one move, the words "sure enough" flashed in his heart.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife used to be the king of all soldiers in Xuantianmen, and the first magic weapon of martial cultivation without objection.

When he was in Ling Chu Mountain, Yang Jun's spiritual aperture was not cleared and he could make it powerful just by relying on his super strength, but now after opening the spiritual aperture, he is connected with the spirit of Wan Tu Da, and he can give full play to the power of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife. Wang Wei's mere cold blade, how can he defeat the former king of ten thousand soldiers?

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all illusions disappeared at the moment when the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was wielded.

The long knife in Wang Wei's hand was so weak in front of the long and wide Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, like an insignificant needle.

When the swarthy sword pressed against him, it was like the overthrow of a great mountain. Dominated by the fear of annihilation, Wang Wei's hand shook uncontrollably.

The blade did not cut Yang Jun's neck and cut off Yang Jun's head as he expected, but tilted to the right side with the weakness of his arm.

Yang Jun's diagonal slash from right to left swept across Wang Wei's arms in Wang Wei's stunned eyes that his pupils almost burst out.

Clang!

As the long knife landed, there was also a broken arm.

Yang Jun didn't blink his eyes, and with a backhand, he picked off Wang Wei's left arm before everyone could react.

Two canopies of blood mist exploded.

When Yang Jun was about to retreat, his eyes swept away, and suddenly saw a blood flower explode in Wang Wei's eyes.

A bean-sized red blood dot appeared in the center of Wang Wei's pupils, and as his eyes widened, several blood streaks spread, climbing towards the eye socket extremely quickly.

Yang Jun's mind suddenly sounded the voice of a real person in the mountain.

With a knife handle!

Before he had time to think about it more, Yang Jun toe a little, avoided the blood sprayed by Wang Wei's two broken arms, jumped to the back of his head, flipped his wrist, and the handle of the knife moved forward, pointing at the back of Wang Wei's head.

The moment it touched the back of Wang Wei's head, the head of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife burst out with a blood flower, and then disappeared.

At this time, Yang Jun's spirit was completely concentrated, and he naturally saw the red light flashing on the bone hilt.

He blinked, but saw that the hilt of the knife was still faintly jade-colored. The scene just now seems to be just dazzling.

Knock -

Wang Wei, whose arms had been lost and was hit in the back of the head by the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, suddenly fell to the ground.

Gu Jiuxin was amazed at the speed of Yang Jun's hands, and the others all sighed at Yang Jun's ruthlessness - two arms, and they would cut it when they said it!

The valley was silent, not even a hint of wind.

Yang Jun didn't say anything.

He carried the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife upside down, frowned and looked at Wang Wei who was lying on the ground, always feeling that something had been ignored by himself.

This matter seems to be related to blood cultivation, no, it is related to the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Or maybe there's some correlation between the two.

The real person of Yushan Mountain, why did he let himself use the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife to pour blood cultivation, what is so strange about this?

"Ahh

A scream suddenly broke the silence in the valley.

Li Yu was startled by this scream, but he also came back to his senses. looked at Wang Wei and the two broken arms on the ground and swallowed saliva.

This young man who looks quite handsome is really cruel, and suddenly he feels that there is nothing to lose by calling him uncle.

The female disciples of Forgetful Peak are all spiritual, when have you ever seen such a scene of flesh and blood? It is reasonable for the concubine to scream in fright.

Gu Jiuxin's fingers holding the Infinite Sword loosened, and with a wave of his sleeve, a thin layer of sand and yellow blades of grass covered the bloodstains everywhere.

Wang Wei's bloodied body and mutilated upper arms were still exposed, but at least they didn't look so terrifying.

She patted Concubine Fei on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, it's okay." ”

Before Fu Xing and Chu Jiang could take a step, they were so shocked by the blood mist that exploded in front of them that they couldn't move.

The two of them were either afraid of seeing blood, or they felt that this little uncle didn't need them to help him at all! (To be continued.) )