Qiu Manyu tried his best to contend with the peachwood sword, although the peachwood sword with a trace of the aura of the avenue has the power of ten thousand jun, it is just a virtual aura contained in the avenue, and a master like Qiu Manyu will naturally not be deceived by a trace of false aura derived from the avenue.

The confrontation between the two sides was anxious, and the peach wood sword locked Qiu Manyu to death, and Qiu Manyu did not give an inch, and he was making a big bet with Yu Ji, betting on whose strength was insufficient first, with the help of Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci, Yu Ji's advantage was actually not big, after all, the external force was not Yu Ji's own internal strength, and it needed a process of fusion, although the Taoist internal strength that the two of them practiced was of the same origin, but it was not like the river flowing into the sea that could melt at one touch, on the other hand, Qiu Manyu, although his state was less than one-third of the peak, But it is also a little better than Yu Ji, and it remains to be considered who will win or lose, so the two sides are in a short confrontation.

But Yu Ji couldn't wait, but in fact, with his state, he was not sure that he would be able to support Qiu Manyu until the moment when he fell.

The previous mobilization of a trace of Dao Scar Realm of the Great Dao Breath itself consumed him a lot, and the earlier injury was with the help of Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci, and he knew that he could not hold a stick of incense.

He didn't know how long the Dao Qiu Manchu language would last, but he didn't want to verify it, nor did he want to gamble, so he didn't hesitate to cut off Zuo Ci and Ge Xuan's support for him, and the talisman imprinted on his forehead instantly rolled, and the Taoist internal energy that had just been filled in his body dried up instantly, and it was injected into the peachwood sword in an instant.

After a while, the peachwood sword shone brightly, and the gray vast ancient aura suddenly doubled.

Qiu Manyu's body shook. The sudden appearance of a decaying and old aura fell above his head.

Decastating. If Qiu Manyu still has the ability to compete with one or two before. At this moment, Yu Ji's Great Dao Aura that poured into the Peach Wood Sword with his life as a gambling fund was no longer something he could compete with.

The gray aura emitted by the peachwood sword suddenly exploded, and a wisp of ghostly light disappeared in an instant.

Not far away, Ye Guzi's eyes froze, and he only saw a light and shadow, which dissipated in his pupils in an instant.

"This sword has almost fluctuated without a trace." Ye Guzi muttered to himself. The Three Realms of Taoism, with the years he has lived for so long, I am afraid that even Pang Tong does not dare to say that he knows better than him.

Because of this, Ye Guzi was so surprised by Yu Ji's sword after the most slugging.

The three realms of Taoism, the traces of the Dao, relatively speaking, only need perseverance and perseverance, plus the baptism of the years, it is not difficult to achieve. Many times, the hard thing is that there is no perseverance and perseverance. In recent days, the people's livelihood is depressed, the people can not live and work in peace and contentment, although many people believe in the Taoist sages, but instead of asking for help, but simply pray for comfort in their hearts, so how to cultivate is just a waste of time, the old guy has lived a lifetime and is almost a hundred years old, so he can naturally see through, which is also the reason why the most basic Dao trace real person in the three realms of Taoism is not as good as a Jiazi.

As for the Dao without a trace in the second realm, it is even rarer, as far as Ye Guzi knows, in the two Jiazi eras he has crossed, there are less than five people, all of them are old turtles like him who have stepped into the coffin with most of their bodies, and they are in seclusion all year round and do not ask about the world, those people are really the people who ask the Dao, compared to Ji Zuoci Ge Xuan, who have not yet been able to detach from the world, they are naturally much stronger.

"It's a pity." Ye Guzi shook his head and muttered.

Little Bean Sprouts raised her head, looked at Ye Guzi's ruddy face, and said a little puzzled: "Master, what is a pity?" ”

Ye Guzi rubbed the head of the little bean sprouts dotingly, and said quietly: "It's a pity that another Taoist talent is about to fall." ”

"Oh" Little Bean Sprouts nodded as if he didn't understand, these were still a little too far for him.

Ye Guzi didn't explain anything, and looked at Qiu Manyu.

The peach wood sword hanging above Qiu Manyu's head disappeared completely, and the few people watching the battle around suddenly changed color, except for the top two or three people, the other people completely lost the figure of the peach wood sword in their field of vision.

"What a terrible sword."

In the corner, the man with golden glow in his eyes muttered to himself, the light of his fingertips wandering, his eyes didn't even blink once, staring at Qiu Manyu.

Qiu Manyu was as cold as ice, for some reason, he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, his mind was moving, but his body was locked.

That gray light suddenly appeared, and gradually enlarged in Qiu Manyu's pupils.

In an instant, he shuttled back and forth three times, the last time, through his heart.

Qiu Manyu's body instantly appeared three blood holes, blood gushed out, and it was already blood-red clothes, adding a touch of bloody bright red.

"Is it over?"

Qiu Manyu didn't feel a trace of pain, the gray light in front of him dissipated, and the peachwood sword that showed its original form fell to the ground leisurely, and the crack had completely filled the entire sword, like the moment the feather landed, the peachwood sword that was connected to Yu Ji's life instantly turned into powder and drifted in the rain.

At the moment when Qiu Manyu fell, his gaze stayed on the short figure lying on the ground not far away, with a trace of relief and indescribable melancholy in his eyes.

With a bang, Qiu Manyu's short body fell to the ground with a bang, splashing rain all over the ground, blood was everywhere, and within a radius of seven or eight meters, all the blood flowed out of his blood holes.

At the moment when Qiu Manyu fell to the ground, Yu Ji's eyes also dimmed, like an old lamp that burned to the wick, the light was dim, and it had reached the point of withering.

"The peachwood sword has been shattered."

Yu Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed it, as if he wanted to catch the wisp of powder, but he couldn't catch it, only the slightly cold raindrops fell on the palm of his hand, cool and cool, just like his gradually decreasing body temperature.

Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci's eyes flashed with a hint of concern, Yu Ji's current situation was like an old lamp that had run out of oil, and with their support, his body gradually became cold and stiff.

"Leave Chang'an, don't enter the WTO again." There was no pain or remorse in Yu Ji's expression, and although his eyes were gloomy, he pulled the sleeves of Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci.

"Stop talking." Zuo Ci poured a wisp of pure Taoist internal energy into Yu Ji's body, but it instantly reversed the current.

"It's useless."

Yu Ji shook his head, looked at the two old friends with sad faces, and suddenly smiled with some difficulty: "Hurry up and leave." ”

Until this moment, Yu Ji suddenly figured out why that person wanted him to go to Chang'an, why not ambush Dong Zhuo, how deep that person's plot was, and how good his words were when he was about to die, Yu Ji didn't want the other two old friends to end up with the same fate as himself.

Zuo Ci Ge Xuan's body shook slightly, and before he could ask clearly, two figures swept out of the attic, extremely fast, and fell together, and in less than a breath, they fell behind Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci.

"Up."

Seven or eight figures swept up, except for the wild solitary son with the little bean sprouts, and the cloak man on the pavilion, including Yuan Shang and Pang Tong all rose from the ground in an instant.

The targets of those masters from all sides are Zuo Ci and Ge Xuan, and the purpose is unknown for the time being.

Unlike those people, Yuan Shang and Pang Tong's target was the Laoshan brothers lying on the ground.

With such an idea, it is not only Yuan Shang, there is also another mysterious force.

The one who shot was a young man, who was about the same age as Yuan Shang, but his martial arts were not inferior to any first-class generals under Yuan Shang's command, and what made Yuan Shang feel even more tricky was a white-haired old man beside the other party, with a rickety figure, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but a random action of bullet dust made Yuan Shang's pupils shrink, a master, a super-first-class master.

Pang Tong's soft sword tied to his waist was unsheathed, and he looked at the old man and the young man in front of him with a solemn face.

Suddenly, there was a violent fighting sound behind him, and the figures of Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci were instantly engulfed, and there were a total of seven people who shot, all of whom were full of spirit and spirit watching the battle, and the thunderous offensive poured out, and suddenly Zuo Ci and Ge Xuan felt great pressure.

Yu Ji, who had the last breath left, was ignored in an instant, no one knew Lu Dao, this Taoist who had been holding a breath and refused to let go, held a trump card tightly in his palm, and he was waiting for this moment of pouring.

Like crushing the egg that ignited the bomb, Yu Ji's eyes closed peacefully.

A violent light resounded through the streets of Chang'an, Ye Guzi took a step, his face was solemn in front of the little bean sprouts, the white robe rolled, and a transparent film visible to the naked eye emerged.

Yuan Shang, who was holding Qiu Manyu in his left hand, changed his face slightly, and Pang Tong on the side hurriedly grabbed Qiu Qianyu on the ground, not caring about the two masters in front of him, one old and one young, and Pang Tong turned around and retreated, retreating more than ten meters away.

Yuan Shang Pang Tong and the pair of old and young who also retreated just walked on the front foot, with Yu Ji as the center, there was a huge sound in an instant, smoke and dust billowed out, Ge Xuan and Zuo Ci each slammed their palms, and with that thrust, they instantly swept out of a hundred meters, and disappeared without a trace in an instant under the gloomy gaze of some people. (To be continued......)