Ge Xuan's face was extremely ugly, after many years of cultivation, the desire to kill had long been consumed by him, but at this moment, it once again came to his heart.

A few drops of Mao Zhao's blood fell on his robe.

It was the blood of an old friend, and Ge Xuan's heart was naturally not a taste.

I haven't seen it for so many years, and in this battle of Chang'an, one of them was broken.

The six friends of Taoism back then have already gone three.

The reality is so suffocating, with Mao Zhao's Dao sword unity, after this battle, he can definitely win the top three kendo masters in the world, at that time, the world's swordsmen worship, how beautiful it should be.

Unfortunately, the truth is often a mouthful.

In this situation, Qiu Manyu will definitely not let him go, there is revenge and resentment and complaining, killing Qiu Qianyu, as long as Qiu Manyu still has a trace of strength, Mao Zhao will definitely not be happy.

Qiu Manyu smashed Mao Zhao's head with two punches, completely blasting the ground out of a pit, and wanted to make up for a few more punches, but the peachwood sword and the angry Ge Xuan had already killed.

Ge Xuan's sleeves rolled, sweeping a few cold winds in a row, as cold as a knife, without exception, all of them blasted towards Qiu Manyu.

Qiu Manyu still wanted to make up a few more punches, but was stopped by Ge Xuan, and suddenly vented all his anger on Ge Xuan, his fists clenched, the green corpse qi was still wandering in his fists, and he swung his fists to meet it without hesitation.

Mao Zhao's corpse was at his feet, and the few cold winds swept by Ge Xuan were all shattered by Qiu Manyu in three or two blows, this was not over, Qiu Manyu, whose crazy eyes were blood-red and green, even played four or five Gangfeng to fight back against Ge Xuan.

Ge Xuan's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at Qiu Manyu and shattered the Xuanfeng in his sleeves that he swept away. Hands sticking out of their sleeves. The light wanders. The body swept up high, and slammed into Qiu Manyu's Tianling Gai.

Qiu Manyu's face was cold, his short and thick legs kicked out suddenly, his arms supported the ground, and he swept up again.

Yu Ji finally caught up, and the peach wood sword soil fell straight above Qiu Manyu's head.

"Fuck off."

Qiu Manyu shouted angrily, forced Ge Xuan back with one kick, and his fist erupted. Slammed into the peachwood sword.

The earthy yellow air flow on the blade of the peachwood sword flowed back and forth, Yu Ji's face turned pale, and the middle finger of his index finger was like a sword, and he pressed it down suddenly.

The slightly trembling peachwood sword suddenly shuttled down, and Qiu Manyu's punch not only failed to make the peachwood sword fly upside down, but instead the fist was stabbed with a blood flower, splattered out, and dyed on the peachwood sword.

The peach wood sword was stained with blood, and it suddenly shook slightly, which was different from Yu Ji's natal true blood. Qiu Manyu's blood was filled with the corpse qi that the peachwood sword repelled, and the two touched. Suddenly, the light of the peachwood sword dimmed slightly.

Yu Ji's face was slightly gloomy, a trace of green appeared on his pale face, the peach wood sword was almost one with him, relying on the sword vein as a bridge, the two were almost integrated, and now the peach wood sword was stained with blood containing corpse poison, and Yu Ji, who was one with the peach wood sword, was also harmed by it.

Yu Ji suddenly looked at Qiu Manyu, but when he saw that the other party's eyes were gradually clear, he knew that Qiu Manyu had extricated himself from his crazy state, otherwise he would not easily play with him.

Killed Mao Zhao, Qiu Manyu is indeed a lot more sober, even if the killing intent in his heart is still climbing, but it is no longer the state of madness and not afraid of life and death like before, for Yu Ji Gexuan, it is not good news, naturally it is not bad news, the battle of Chang'an, both sides suffered heavy losses, Qiu Qianyu and Mao Zhao were abolished, and the people who participated in the fight were all injured, four Taoists, except for Ge Xuan, Zuo Ci was still expelling the toxins in the body, and Yu Ji's state was even worse.

At this time, Ge Xuan had to take action.

The white palm slapped towards Qiu Manyu, the white light flowed away between the ten fingers, Ge Xuan's internal strength was unusually strong, and his current state was incomparable.

Qiu Manyu didn't hesitate to meet him, he didn't have the slightest hint of wanting to retreat, the gear had already fallen to the ground, and he relied on the pair of bloody fists to meet it.

With a bang, without any flashy and fancy moves, Qiu Manyu and Ge Xuan each took a few steps back, and Yu Ji's body pounced.

Before Qiu Manyu could stand still, the peachwood sword in Yu Ji's hand had already been picked at his throat.

"呲~"

The peachwood sword stabbed suddenly, but it couldn't move forward.

Yu Ji's face was solemn, a few steps away, Tianling pointed out that a talisman flashed, different from Mao Zhao, the talisman that flashed in Yu Ji's Tianling place was more like a book, fleeting, and in an instant, Yu Ji's whole body seemed to be drained, and his face, which was already wrinkled, became more and more old.

"Go."

Yu Ji's face did not have a trace of blood, pointing at Qiu Manyu, and the peachwood sword suddenly disappeared.

Yu Ji's eyes instantly dissipated, and his lips turned pale.

This sword is already the strongest sword he can play, and it is also the sum of all the internal strength of the moment, after this sword, if Qiu Manyu is not dead, it is the end of his Yu Ji, cultivating for so many years, coming down from the top of Huashan, Yu Ji has long had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, but because of something he had to go down the mountain, since he was prepared in his heart, life and death have long been left behind by him.

"Yu Ji..."

Another palm and Qiu Manyu collided hard, and Ge Xuan, who took a few steps back, happened to see the sword shuttling out, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Yu Ji didn't say anything, and watched from afar as the life-connected peachwood sword shot out, on the blade, the talisman was all over the place, wisps of earthy yellow light dispersed, and the shadow of a scripture flashed.

What Yu Ji has cultivated in his life is the Taiping Qingling Book, so the source of the sword intent is largely born from this book, and because of this, even the reflection of the sword intent connected by the lives of the two is also the appearance of the Taiping Qingling Book.

The sword shadow flashed, and the peachwood sword quickly attacked Qiu Manyu along a strange trajectory.

"Traces of the Word?"

Yuan Shang looked at the light and shadow from afar, his eyes were shining, today's play is indeed very exciting, and even the traces of the Tao that can only be understood are unspeakable, and it is definitely a great blessing in life.

It is Pang Tong's face is also dignified, the inheritance of Guigumen will definitely not be worse than Taoism, but it is relatively noisy, so Pang Tong has dabbled in all aspects of learning, including some Taoist classics and inheritance thoughts, Tao marks, Tao traces, Tao traces, and the highest level of the heart of the Tao that is no Tao, these realms are the lifelong pursuit of Taoist cultivators, starting from the most primitive worship of the heavens and ancestors, it seems that few people can reach the realm of grasping the Tao marks, not to mention the future Tao without traces, and no Tao, which Yu Ji can enter this realm, In addition to being surprised, Pang Tong's eyes did not dare to blink at all, this kind of unattainable opportunity is not willing to be missed by a person with vision, not to mention Yuan Shang Pang Tong, who is extremely knowledgeable.

Yu Ji's last sword directly outlined the traces of the Dao, vast and ancient, along the trajectory of following the Xuanzhi and Xuan, towards Qiu Manyu.

Qiu Manyu's eyes were unprecedentedly solemn, and Ge Xuan also stopped his steps.

The speed of the peachwood sword is fast, but it feels very slow.

The top of his head was like a dark cloud, and the hatred in the depths of Qiu Manyu's eyes had not yet dissipated, and he tried to dodge, but he found that his body was like a mud pond, and the mysterious aura of the avenue had enveloped him.

The three realms of Taoism, Ge Xuan is very familiar, as a person of Taoism, the three realms of Taoism have always been the lifelong pursuit of seekers, at the beginning of the Western Han Dynasty, because of the imperial court's respect for Huang Lao's technique, the strength of Taoism has risen greatly, and hundreds of Taoist masters of the three realms of Taoism have been produced one after another, among which the Taoist of the Dao trace realm is also known as the Taoist Jue Zhenren, Yu Ji Zuo Ci Mao Zhao including Ge Xuan himself, have stayed in this realm for more than 40 years, different from the rise of martial arts cultivation, the cultivation of the heart of the Dao is the most difficult road in the Xuanmen, Countless Taoist sages pursued immortality, but how can this road be so simple to achieve, people die like lights out, and they still have to die when they should die, so since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed Confucianism, the people who practice the way of immortality are still greatly attenuated, and there are very few who can really step into the three major realms. And Ge Xuan and others are a rare handful of people.

Yu Ji tried his best to kill Qiu Manyu with the foundation of the Dao Scar Realm, it was simply a determination to die, how could Ge Xuan not know. (To be continued......)