Qiu Manyu's gears rotated, and a wisp of green light sprang out between the palms of his hands, different from the green mangs that Mao Zhao spewed out before, the green mangs that swam between Qiu Manyu's palms did not have a trace of vitality, but gave people a lifeless and depressed feeling.

"Corpse gas."

Zuo Ci, who had cultivated and read a lot of books all his life, his face sank, and his body instantly opened more than a dozen steps, and his expression was much more solemn.

Yu Ji controlled the peachwood sword and slashed towards Qiu Manyu, but was slapped away by Qiu Manyu.

Yu Ji's face turned pale, and he accidentally landed on the road and was slightly injured.

Qiu Manyu's pair of palms that were filled with corpse qi were already as hard as diamonds, and although the peachwood sword was specialized in defeating evil demons, it was only made of peachwood, and the lethality of the money sword was naturally much higher than that of the money sword.

Qiu Manyu's face was that weirdly pale, like the tragic paleness of a corpse, his hands were green and fluorescent, and Qiu Manyu looked unusually weird at this moment.

Yu Ji held the peachwood sword for Zhenfei in his hand, his eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and a few wisps of green silk flashed, but he saw his body jump up suddenly, and the peachwood sword in his hand fell towards Qiu Manyu again.

Zuo Ci was also not to be left behind, and lost the dust, but saw that his palm was flashing, echoing Yu Ji's peachwood sword, and with the cold palm wind, it suddenly slapped down.

"Good time."

Qiu Manyu was full of anger and blood, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he greeted him without hesitation.

At this moment, his face was extremely pale, his palms were green, and his short body was filled with a dull corpse atmosphere.

There was a low thud.

Qiu Manyu's body was shaken back a few steps. On the other side, Zuo Ci's palm was stained with green light. It's like an appendage. That wisp of green instantly floated to his heavenly spirit.

"Invisible and Imageless"

Zuo Ci shouted, his index finger and middle finger turned into a sword, and suddenly pointed at the wisp of corpse qi in the place of the heavenly spirit.

"Scatter."

With Zuo Ci's shout, a ghostly glow instantly engulfed the corpse qi, and Zuo Ci's face was much better.

Zuo Ci's face was a little pale, that formless and imageless was one of the highest-level magic tricks of the Danding Sect, it was not easy to run, and it was extremely expensive. Just engulfing this wisp of green corpse had already caused the majestic internal energy in Zuo Ci's body to dissipate two layers, which could be seen from the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Yu Ji's eyes were cloudy, and the light of the peach wood sword was greatly vibrating, and at this moment, even he had already broken out, and the golden light gushing out of the peach wood sword was the essence of his cultivation in this life.

At the top of Huashan, the sunjing, which absorbs the first rays of sunshine every day, is stored in the dantian called Lingfu by the Taoists, day after day. It took more than 50 years to refine such a small group. Spreading over the blade, the falling raindrops were instantly evaporated without even having a chance to get close to the blade.

The qi of the sun is the best choice to restrain the corpse, the peach wood sword fell, the golden sword qi shuttled out like a rainbow, and Qiu Manyu, who was about to launch an offensive against Zuo Ci, changed his face slightly, the sword qi of the sun came too fast, and it was too late to dodge, but seeing his eyes slightly condensed, he took a step forward, and grabbed his green palm, and grabbed it forward, the golden sword qi and the green corpse qi collided violently, making an unpleasant low sound.

Yu Ji's face was a little pale, and he looked coldly at the figure opposite.

Qiu Manyu gritted his teeth and slammed his palm, which was filled with corpse gas.

Click~

The golden sword qi shattered and dissipated into the air.

Yu Jiru was struck by lightning, his face was as pale as paper, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

hit Yu Ji hard, and Qiu Manyu was not happy.

The green corpse qi between the palms almost dissipated, revealing the festering palm, dripping with blood, and the entire palm was almost crippled, blurred, and even the muscles and bones were clearly visible.

Qiu Manyu's already pale face was not bloodless at all, his eyes were red, and his lips were white, like a zombie crawling out of a coffin.

The next moment, Zuo Ci's figure suddenly swept up, his robe rolled, the wind and rain also moved, and his body suddenly attacked Qiu Manyu.

Taking advantage of Qiu Manyu and Yu Ji's death, it was the moment of heavy damage, how could Zuo Ci let go of this rare opportunity, Taoists are not as compassionate as Buddhism, Taoists are also people, seven emotions and six desires are all one by one, before there is no shackles beyond the world, who can continue to be no ignorance, no resentment, no anger and no hatred?

Maybe there are people in this world who are all empty, but they are not Zuo Ci.

Danding Sect was almost wiped out that year.

The two brothers in front of them are one of the protagonists, without them, the Danding Sect would not have gone from exile to Huiji, nor would it become the laughing stock of many sects of Taoism.

Back then, Zuo Ci couldn't find the Laoshan brothers, thinking that these two thieves had died at the hands of Ye Guzi, and now that they met, they naturally wouldn't show mercy.

When it was time to make a move, Zuo Ci's body swept up very quickly, the streamer flickered, the palm of his hand suddenly enlarged, the light suddenly appeared, and he slapped down towards Qiu Manyu in a heavy manner.

"Evil thief, suffer death."

Zuo Ci shouted, slapped his palms in the air, without the slightest mercy, the internal strength of the Divine Mansion poured out, the rain in the air was suddenly reversed, and the air flow between heaven and earth was in a commotion.

Qiu Manyu's throat rolled, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and suddenly met Zuo Ci's palms.

The two figures, where their feet touched, instantly cracked more than a meter, Zuo Ci's body shook suddenly, he took four or five steps back, and the blood stained the Taoist robe red, and the face of this slightly sloppy drunk old Taoist was terrifyingly pale.

After all, fighting is not what he is good at, Yu Ji's heavy blow, Zuo Ci did not have much advantage, Qiu Manyu fought to be shocked and bleeding from his heart, liver and lungs and had to fight Zuo Ci with disability, this strategy has actually been calculated many times in his heart.

Qiu Manyu, who is almost only about one meter tall, holds his chest, his palms are blurred, Yu Ji's move to the sword of Yang Zhigang is just the same as his cultivation of the exercises, so the damage to him is the greatest, at this moment his hands are not only erosive, but also the internal organs are shaken and displaced, don't look at Zuo Ci's extremely bad state, Qiu Manyu is also not happy, a stream of blood gushing up from his chest wants to spit out, but he is deeply suppressed by Qiu Manyu, except for his face is extremely pale, he can't see how embarrassed he is.

"Boundless"

At this moment, with an angry shout, Yu Ji once again sacrificed the peach wood sword that was shocked out of the air by Qiu Manyu, a mouthful of blood mist sprinkled on the blade, the peach wood sword flashed a trace of crimson, trembled violently, and the sword shadow disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant, and the eyes of Ye Guzi and others, who were watching from afar, were staring, and this sword was enough to make the group of people who were watching on the wall feel valued.

"This sword..."

Where the rain couldn't fall, a burly man's eyes in the corner suddenly stood up, and the same golden light flashed in his hand, which was unusually similar to the golden sword qi that Yu Ji swung.

In this world, there will definitely not be only one person who has a great opportunity, Yu Ji can absorb a trace of Yang Gang Qi from pure yang, and others can naturally do it, obviously, this burly man has a striking resemblance to Yu Ji on the path of martial arts.

Yu Ji didn't know all this, his gray hair fluttered in the wind, his hands clenched the peachwood sword, his body swept up, and he slashed down.

The golden light was like a small sun, and even Yu Ji's eyes were filled with gold, his robe was rustling, and the awe-inspiring aura made even Ye Guzi's eyes a little more solemn.

"Roar~"

The thick crisis filled Qiu Manyu's mind, but at the moment of life and death crisis, he didn't see a trace of panic on his face, but a sickly smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, his short body suddenly grasped the gears, and the hideous corners, more green light appeared, and Qiu Manyu's already pale and bloodless face suddenly appeared a little emerald green, looking like the person who was poisoned.

"Corpse poison."

Mo Zhiming, who was behind the black-robed man in the attic, showed a mocking face, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he could tell the little green spot on Qiu Manyu's face at a glance.

"Things must be reversed, if Qiu Manyu uses corpse qi so unscrupulously, I'm afraid that a piece of the master's mind will be ruined." Mo Zhiming shook his head and said.

The man in the cloak had no emotion in his eyes.

Faintly exhaling a breath of cold air, the person under the cloak suddenly spoke: "This palace just wants their brothers to die." ”

Mo Zhiming and the bald woman beside him were slightly suffocated, but they didn't say much.

Yu Ji hated the Manchu language, and collided violently.

On the other side, the other two have also reached the last moment of life and death. (To be continued......)