"Wang Yu! It's the Wang Yu who killed the Taoist Li Jingdong! ”

"Isn't he dead, how can he still be alive!"

"God knows how he is still alive, today he came to the Ziqing Sect, I'm afraid it's not good."

"Isn't this, he has smashed the mountain gate with a sword, and he can't come politely!"

The disciples of the Ziqing Sect talked a lot, looking at the man in white, there was a fear in their hearts for no reason, it was a monster that even the foundation building monks could kill, and these Qi Condensing disciples were just little people who looked up, where did they have the ability to argue with others.

The scattered cultivation a few miles away has long been pleasantly surprised, for them, the apprentice of the old sword monster, today the sword came to the Ziqing Sect, naturally it is impossible to come to drink tea and be polite, the battle ten years ago can be called earth-shattering, the fundamental reason for the outbreak is that the apprentice of the old sword monster was framed, and then the Ziqing Sect did not forgive, and listened to the slander to cover his apprentice with the crime of killing people and taking treasures, as a result, the old sword monster was furious, and personally killed the Ziqing Sect to seek innocence for his apprentice. The old sword monster killed countless people in the Ziqing Sect, and in the end, for some reason, he disappeared in the Ziqing Sect and was never heard from again. There are rumors that the old sword monster was killed on the top of the Purple Mountain, or was suppressed in the mountain by the Spirit Treasure of the Purple Green Sect, and various theories differ. Now that the old sword monster apprentice appeared in the Xuanwen Gate, hundreds of scattered cultivators naturally guessed the reason inside, and they couldn't help but be ecstatic in their hearts, hoping that today will have another ten years ago, sweeping to the top of the Purple Mountain in one go, so that they can be tasteless and happy for a long time!

Let Wang Yu poke the palm of the old man with eight eyebrows, his face was gloomy, and when he heard Wang Yu report his home, he was shocked, and then he became indifferent, after all, Wang Yu's master disappeared without a trace, as if he was only wearing a tiger skin now, but he was not afraid, so the old man with eight eyebrows said coldly: "Who should I be, it turned out to be the apprentice of the old sword monster, it is said that you didn't die in the ancient tomb, how can you still come out?" ”

Wang Yu stepped on his sword and landed on the ground, and sneered: "Thanks to the blessing of the Ziqing Sect, I am doing well inside, and I have come out." ”

"Then since you have come to the Ziqing Sect, don't leave, stay here a little longer, so that we can fulfill the friendship of the landlord!" The old man with eight eyebrows stared at him directly, rubbing his hands together to make a chirping sound, not far behind him, a few more people came one after another, most of them were gloomy, seeing Wang Yu was like seeing the enemy who killed his father.

One of the middle-aged monks in Tsing Yi shouted loudly after he arrived: "Today, you dare to come to my Ziqing Sect, see that I don't destroy you, I want to avenge my nephew, and pull your muscles and bones and pick your skin!." ”

The middle-aged monk in green clothes, with cold eyes, suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him, raised his sword and stabbed at Wang Yu.

Wang Yu will not be polite, this time he came to the Ziqing Sect, he did not intend to start and finish, the middle-aged monk drew his sword and stabbed the moment, he also took out the sword at the same time, sword to sword, when the old man stepped on the top of the purple mountain with the pear blossom sword technique, today he is the same, with the pear blossom sword method to break ten thousand laws!

Pear water style, a sword out of hundreds of sword shadows, step by step lotus, step by step, dozens of zhang, a few steps, and the monk in Tsing Yi battled together, hundreds of sword shadows attacked everywhere, like a surging rainstorm, catharsis fell.

The cultivation of the monk in Tsing Yi is to build the foundation, although the cultivation is stronger than Wang Yu, but Wang Yusheng is weird in the cultivation, not only has a finger of the body, but also has the eight-layer cultivation of the doppelganger, and the famous pear flower sword technique, so under a few rounds, the monk in Tsing Yi gradually fell behind the wind, and the left and right arms appeared empty doors, suddenly let Wang Yu stab with a sword, one of the swords almost pierced his heart, fortunately, the monk in Tsing Yi cultivated strongly, and under the defense of the qi gang on his body, he was shocked, otherwise a sword pierced into the chest, even if he did not die, he had to fall into a semi-wasted state.

The monk in Tsing Yi staggered back, his arms were wounded by Wang Yu's sword, his robe was broken and scratched, and the wound overflowed with blood, which made him shocked, and he also had to pay attention to Wang Yu.

The old man with eight-character eyebrows on the side, after eating Wang Yu's sword, naturally knew how powerful Wang Yu was, and seeing that the monk in Tsing Yi was injured, he did not step forward to help, but stood in place with his hands in his hands, watching several other people rush out, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Since someone wants to go up and work hard, of course someone else has to do it! Although the old man with eight-character eyebrows is distributed, but the abacus in his heart is crackling, and the monks on the mountain will not go out easily, so this kind of sect breaking can only be done by a foundation with an embarrassing position like him.

The disciples of the Ziqing Sect were traumatized by the great war ten years ago, and now they are still afraid in their hearts, so when Wang Yu and the monk in Tsing Yi fought, how far did they run, they didn't want to be in vain, and suddenly had a sword in the head, but they lost their lives in vain, and they would make the people in the sect laugh after death.

However, contrary to the disciples of the Ziqing Sect, there are those scattered cultivators who are miles away, for those of them who have no background and cannot have a great future in cultivation, life has long been unconcerned, so the only great pleasure is to watch the play, and they have become not afraid of death!

Originally, there were only hundreds of scattered cultivators gathered, but as a result, the scattered cultivators from all over the place who heard the wind came to watch, the number of people accumulated more and more, about a few thousand people, the back came late and could not see the front, and the after-sales people standing in front were pushed and felt that they couldn't enjoy it, so they began to approach the Ziqing Sect, and crossed the prescribed scope of the Ziqing Sect.

With the increase in the number of people, Wang Yu's name, just like the spring breeze in spring, Xi Xi swept across the field, and his reputation reached an unprecedented height, which can be said to be known to everyone, and the great monk remembered the old sword monster, and at this time also remembered that his apprentice was called Wang Yu.

Standing in the crowd, there is a kind of handsome boy who stands out from the crowd, can be called a handsome boy, gently shook the fan, looked at the white-clothed monk, showed a smile, and his eyes exuded the nostalgia of an old friend for a long time, and then smiled lightly, laughing at the white-clothed monk in the past ten years, there is still one thing that has not changed, that is, he is not afraid of death!

The monk in Tsing Yi and several other monks made a move, the four of them were all building the foundation of cultivation, the four of them joined forces, and the cultivation was gathered together, which was enough to shake the strong man of Jiedan, and the strength far exceeded Wang Yu, and the four of them joined forces to make a sword, and the swordsmanship displayed was a four-link sword formation with the famous sword formation of Ziqingzong, two of them attacked Wang Yu on the plate, and the two of them stabbed Wang Yu on the plate, one up and down, if it was not for the cultivation of strong or superb swordsmanship to the point that no one could match, it was impossible to defend at all.

Wang Yuxiu is capable of building a foundation, but also not strong enough to fight with the four foundation building monks, he came to the Ziqing Sect this time, with the determination to never die, on the one hand to avenge himself, on the other hand to explore the whereabouts of the old man, there is no heart to consume with the Tsing Yi monks, he doesn't care who the Tsing Yi monks are Li Jingdong, and he doesn't want to think too much, so when the four foundation building monks besieged him, he suddenly took out the jade talisman, which contained the power of the two blows of Elder Gu Lizhu, under his divine thoughts, the jade talisman exuded terrifying coercion, A big hand rose into the sky and grabbed directly at the four monks in Tsing Yi.

It was like five mountains, roaring down, there was no way to let them escape, in the panic and screams, the bodies and spirits of the four people collapsed and collapsed, and since then they have disappeared!

The surroundings became unusually quiet, the disciples of the Ziqing Sect turned pale, and cold sweat soaked from the back of the old man with eight eyebrows, secretly rejoicing in the wise move just now, and he was stunned for several miles, and said one after another: "The means are too bad!" ”

Gongsun Heng shook his fan, and an old man beside him said, "It's just a tyrannical thing." ”