The beginning of the two forks on the left and right.

The monk's voice was silent, but the sword intent was soaring to the sky, and the slightest bit of momentum was not much weaker than that at the top of the half-peak.

Cui Puyang took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand waved as a club.

The man on the right snorted lightly, his face was full of disdain, I don't know where the hairy boy came from, he estimated that his origin was not small, and he had to be loved by the elders of the family, and he didn't know what kind of big tonic elixir he had eaten, so he had the early stage of Xuanwang, which now looks a little bluffing, and besides, what should he do in the early stage of Xuanwang? At most, he is crowned a proud son of the sky, and the future avenue is frank and promising, but he is just thinking about it sourly behind his back.

But now, he is an experienced and unmistakable late Xuanwang period, how can he be afraid of a hairy boy who has not dried up?

Xuanli turned into a wind, the man swung out a punch, and the man on the other side was not idle, with a thunderous momentum, he took a fierce stride, the Xuanli flashed, and he crossed behind Cui Puyang, but he still had five points of spare energy, and he was guarding the people around him.

The two of them are very tacit people, after all, they are of the same sect and the same lineage, and the same master, although they are not the disciples of the pillar of the old ancestor in the Chongxing Sect, but they are the kind that can put the next wooden chair next to the wooden table of the Chongxing Sect.

Not behind, but some forward.

The man of the Chongxing Sect, who had five points of light in his eyes, suddenly felt strange, strange was the helper of the little man who blocked the way, those few were more like monks blocking the way, but they were still immovable as if they were nothing, as if they were watching a play.

This gave the man a strange feeling in his heart, not not to move, but to believe in the other party, to believe that the other party can face it, and even solve such a situation.

Genzi is a kind of self-confidence that can never be cultivated overnight.

It's probably because he believes in his fellow disciple, and his junior brother also knows his own situation.

Cui Puyang even took a sword with a scabbard as if nothing broke the condensed Xuan power of the man, the late Xuan King, and a sword struck on the man's right shoulder, and the man who received a sword did not feel the heavy blow on his shoulder, but only felt that his whole body was like someone had cast a high wall, or the kind of cast in the narrow part of the level, and it was not accessible everywhere.

Therefore, it leads to the circulation of the mysterious force in the veins, wandering around the body, hitting the wall everywhere, and it is a dead end.

There is energy but no ground, and there is no spare energy but there is no way.

Followed by the feeling of being directly strangled by someone on the neck and shoulder, life and death are between an instant, if the little man who holds the sword with both hands and smashes it to himself, if he doesn't pay attention, the palm is out of force, and the man has an inexplicable feeling in his heart, he will only die.

This feeling of life and death in the thoughts of others is particularly strong.

But even if he ended up in such a situation, there was still a hint of a sinister smile on the face of the man who was hit by a sword, but the face with the burden of weight looked a little hideous.

Because the man on the other side really punched Cui Puyang's back and head.

The fist style is high-spirited, and it is three points better than the man who received a sword.

Of course, although the two men of the Chongxing Sect are both cultivators in the late stage of King Xuan, one is stranded in the late stage, and the other is the kind that has already taken half a step above the later stage, and most of the time.

The man who is at the peak of King Xuan is the one who smashed Cui Puyang from the back.

It's just that the next moment, the man named Yang Maogu stopped the punch alive by punching a thousand and injuring himself eight hundred, and hovered just more than half an inch away from Cui Puyang.

Although he clenched his teeth, the blood at the corners of his mouth continued to flow, and the blood was purple and black, hurting his lungs.

A small sword, slender and pocket-sized, was hovering at the front of the heart of the man Yang Maogu, from the epidermis of the heart, but only a millimeter away.

The face and forehead, the beads of sweat, are rising.

Cui Puyang put down the sword in his hand, but the sword remained the same with great aura, and it remained unchanged.

Turning his head, Cui Puyang laughed for a while, holding his stomach, leaning forward and leaning back extremely unattractively.

Probably smiling, he squinted his eyes and asked, "How is it?" My natal Wenyang sword is not bad, it is worthy of my hobby, in the end, it is much stronger than that old Cui's pile of broken copper and iron. ”

So the long sword that was smashed by Cui Puyang as a stick trembled slightly, and the sound did not stop.

And the man under the neck of the sword hanging from his neck is a heart hanging in his throat, afraid that if the sword is unhappy, he will become an unlucky ghost who died in vain.

Sensing the displeasure of the sword intent of the long sword, Cui Puyang first secretly said in his heart, and then turned his head, Cui Puyang, who was originally a little person, instead pretended to be old and comforted the long sword and said: "Okay, okay, it's not about you, how powerful you are, Lao Cui only knows how to hang you on the wall, that is because he has eyes and doesn't know pearls, exposing heavenly things, isn't there still me." ”

So the sword body really returned to silence, Cui Puyang quietly exhaled a big breath in his heart, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and was afraid that this Chengying would not be under his control, and he would lose his temper, so what should he do with the name of Cui Puyang, the little sword god?

As far as the previous Yu Zhenbei knows, he doesn't know what he looks like if he is a joke.

So Cui Puyang, who thought of this, secretly praised again, he was really a sword god.

Even if this Chengying, who was commented by Lao Cui on a sentence with good power and good speed, is not obedient to his own words, and is left alone, even if it is the Yu Zhenjian who was snatched by his own master Lao Cui and changed the court to his own door, is this ability?

Therefore, Lao Cui can have a disciple with such a sword god as him, it is not that he Cui Puyang ancestor is smoking, it is simply that Lao Cui has fucked shit luck, and it is still a big lump.

Cui Puyang, who thought about this, smiled unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, but fortunately, the few who were facing his peers to block the way, but there was no leakage on his face, otherwise his already dignified face would only be a joke.

A slight cough sounded and dragged Cui Puyang back from his imagination, and Cui Puyang, who came back to his senses, saw that he was squeezing his eyes towards him and knew that he had just overthought it, and he was afraid that he didn't have a sword god fan.

I wiped the corners of my mouth, but fortunately there was no salivation.

With a blushing face and a heartbeat, he turned around, looked at Yang Maogu, who was still sweating like rain, and stretched out his pocket little hand, which was only half and half of an ordinary person, squinting his eyes, which went without saying.

Yang Maogu pondered for a moment, and then without the slightest hesitation, he took out a palm-sized object that looked like black charcoal, and placed it on that small hand with great nostalgia.