"I actually feel that Putuo Mountain is coming to spread wild!" Pu Yi's heart was gloomy, and he looked at Deng Yiming with a very ugly face, at first he also believed Deng Yiming's words for half a point, but at this time, it seems that this kid did not let the poor continue, and it was clear that his heart was weak, and there must be a hidden secret, but because of Deng Yiming's identity as a disciple of the Taishang Sword Sect, Pu Yi was not good at it, so he turned his face to the poor and Hua Wuchen and said, "Since Deng Xiaoyou refuses to give up, you can make a few moves with him, remember to come to the point, don't see the blood." ”

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes, uncle!" The poor two walked to one place and bowed to Puyi.

The poor turned to Deng Yiming and said, "Master Deng, I can't imagine that after more than a year, you are still so obsessed, that day you conspired to steal the country, caused chaos in the world, and became mad to the point of outrageousness, and even stole the country's heavy weapons, greed, hatred, and ignorance, all of them, Amitabha, since the donor refuses to give up, then we will ask the donor to teach the donor's tricks!" ”

"On that day, my senior brother and I were compassionate, and we didn't kill you all, I thought you could be restrained, and I hope you will have a day to turn back, but I can't imagine that you are still dreaming of the spring and autumn of the past, not only clever tongues, but also reversing black and white, splashing the dirty water of the two of us, Mr. Deng is upright, there will be a son like you, it is simply the sky without eyes!" Hua Wuchen also let out a long sigh.

"Haha, clever tongue? I think it's you who are reversing black and white, you look sanctimonious, it's really disgusting......" On this occasion, how could Deng Yiming admit it, his figure flashed out of the hall, and Hua Wuchen and the two glanced at each other. He shook his head and followed.

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At the foot of Putuo Mountain, the void stands.

Deng Yiming inserted the long sword back into the sword box. He looked at the poor two with a sneer on his arms crossed, and his eyes turned red with hatred. "I didn't learn well that day, I was defeated by you and others, I deserved it, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, today I can teach you to taste my Deng someone's methods."

"Amitabha, the benefactor's magic barrier is too deep!" Poor shook his head and sighed.

"Humph!" Deng Yiming was disdainful, and turned his face to look at Puyi who was standing in the distance, "Senior Puyi, this matter is a personal grudge between me and these two. Please don't interfere! ”

"Point to point, Putuo Mountain is a pure place, don't let the blood light pollute the holy realm!" Pu Yi frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy with this Deng Yiming.

Although Deng Yiming's performance at the dialectics conference last time was very outstanding, Pu Yi still has some confidence in the poor two, these two have just made great progress, and the two are often together, and they complement each other well. I believe it is still very easy to deal with a kid in the early stage of congenitalization.

"Please!" Hua Wuchen raised his hand slightly, unwilling to say much to this person.

A sly glint flashed in Deng Yiming's eyes, but there was a smirk on his face. He arched his hand towards the two of them and said, "That junior will be ugly!" ”

That's it. The void in his right hand probed, and the surrounding aura quickly gathered in the palm of his hand. A dazzling yellow light bloomed, and the yellow light exploded with a bang. turned into a rain of swords in the sky, shooting towards poverty and flowers.

The sword rain was menacing, and the two of them didn't dare to slack off at all, Hua Wuchen untied the long sword, and several sword flowers pulled out, turning into a light curtain, shattering the sword rain one by one.

Poor drank in a deep voice, and a mouthful of the apricot-colored body protection bell came out of his body, firmly covering his body, and letting the sword rain shoot on the bell and clang.

The corners of Deng Yiming's mouth were full of disdain, and he pushed out with one palm, the sword rain was dense, and there was an endless trend, and the sky was covered by the shadow of the Dao sword, which made people forget and fear.

"Hmph"

Poor snorted coldly, and swept the big bell towards Deng Yiming, the big bell was also a treasure, and it opened up a way in the sword rain in the sky.

Hua Wuchen saw the opportunity, hid behind the big bell, and quickly swept towards Deng Yiming, with his toes a little above the top of the bell, fluttering twice, and pointing out a finger at Deng Yiming in a free manner.

"Finger of a Thousand Husbands!"

A finger pointed out, countless sharp fingers blocked Deng Yiming's way forward and retreat, at the same time, the poor also felt closer, grabbed the big bell and went to Deng Yiming as a hood, the two complemented each other well, Deng Yiming was simply unavoidable.

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"It's shameless for two seniors to join forces to deal with Senior Brother Deng, Senior Sister, let's go and help too!" The girl in white who was watching the battle saw Deng Yiming suddenly fall into the wind, and immediately became anxious, wanting to pull the woman in black up to help.

The woman in black grabbed the girl in white, "Shanrou, we are just bystanders, who is right and who is wrong, who wins or loses has nothing to do with us, don't bring disaster to Luojia Mountain!" ”

"But it's not fair for the two of them to beat Senior Brother Deng!" The girl in white said dissatisfied.

"It's not up to you and me to decide whether it's fair or not, since he dares to challenge these two, then he must have that confidence, if he loses, he can only blame himself for being inferior to others!" The woman in black said.

"But...... Senior sister, don't you care about Senior Brother Deng at all? ”

The woman in black didn't speak, her eyes fell on the three people who were fighting. The movement of the three of them has alarmed many people in Putuo Mountain, and many disciples have run out to see the excitement, such a battle, in a quiet place like Putuo Mountain, it is impossible to see before.

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The big bell covers the top, pointing to the breath!

Deng Yiming has no way to avoid it, and many people think that the victory or defeat has been decided, but Deng Yiming does not have the slightest fear, but there is a strong contempt in his eyes.

"Choke!"

The sword was unsheathed, and the sound shook all over the world, and everyone only felt that the heavens and the earth saw a yellow light dazzling, and there was a loud bang, and when they reacted, the poor bell had broken in half and fell towards the ground.

Deng Yiming stood with his sword in his hand, covered by a faint imperial aura, like an emperor, looking down on all beings with great might.

Everyone was stunned, and the eyes of the woman in black Bingling were also full of surprise, and the girl in white was even more full of spring waves in her eyes, committing a nymphomaniac.

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"Senior brother, this person has such a strong emperor's spirit! The power of that sword, I'm afraid you and I don't dare to take it hard! Puci's eyes were shocked and slightly staggered.

"This person is indeed the destiny of the true son of heaven, and the sword in his hand is even more extraordinary, but it ......" Pu Yi's gaze stayed on Deng Yiming's body for a long time, and after being surprised, he wanted to stop talking, as if he had any doubts.

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"Hmph, that's it, now it seems to be my turn to perform again!" Deng Yiming smiled coldly, and flicked the sword body lightly with his fingers, and the sword body emitted bursts of clear sounds, which made people feel cold in their hearts instantly.

Before the poor could recover from the shock of the destruction of the bell, Deng Yiming had already swung a sword early, and the fierce sword qi tore the sky apart, and the entire space seemed to be distorted by it, and the huge coercion on the sword qi made the poor unable to dodge.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

Hua Wuchen suddenly flashed, and pushed the poverty away with one palm, that is, at this moment, the sword qi was like cutting tofu, cutting off Hua Wuchen's right hand at the root. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thanks to the book friend "I'm a bookworm and his father!" "The reward, Guigu thanks!