The dripping spring rain, the firelight in the sky, and the warm night breeze all became very cold and cold. Flash Dance www.. com

It is not the cold of ice and snow in the harsh winter, but a lonely cold like the autumn moon.

And all these changes were caused by the strong sword intent of the sword in Ji Yu's hand.

In the eyes of the mocking wind, the previous drama and contempt have disappeared, and in their place, they are unprecedented and dignified.

Because it has a bad premonition in its heart, it has lived a long life of more than 4,000 years, and if it is not careful, it will be terminated by this extremely unusual sword.

Ji Yu asked, "Do you have a great Qin million male master?"

Mocking Wind was a little puzzled, but the ant was only a dog, and dared to question it, which made it very angry, so it attacked again.

For the sake of the dignity of being a divine beast, life and death can be ignored.

After the mocking wind let out a roar, it turned into a green thunderbolt, tearing through the night sky and heading towards Ji Yu.

For a while, all the items that Qing Lei touched in the place he passed turned into powder.

This blow, compared to the previous confrontation, I don't know how many times more ferocious.

Mocking Wind was really angry.

However, although the mocking wind was more than 4,000 years old and had been in the Earth Spirit Secret Realm for 3,656 years, it was still not as good as the most elite million male masters in Great Qin.

So, in the face of the cyan thunder and lightning that could destroy everything, Ji Yu slashed out a sword.

At first, these sword intents were chaotic.

Because the sword intent is too dense, it seems that the whole heaven and earth are full of swords, so it is very chaotic.

Then, the sword intent began to slowly merge, and the chaos gradually subsided.

In the end, those sword intents were like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, and they melted into a sword light like autumn water.

That sword light was cut out by Ji Yu, and it was as plain as a pool of stagnant water.

There is neither the momentum of a thousand swords nor the sword intent of a lonely and lofty sword.

As if, a sword is a sword, nothing special.

The sword light was quiet, like a silent death and destruction.

Mocking Wind felt fear like never before, it had lived for four thousand years, and for the first time it felt so close to death.

Therefore, the soul trembles a little.

The autumn water-like sword light slashed at the extremely violent cyan thunderbolt, and it was like cutting tender tofu, and it was very easy and natural to cut through the cyan thunderbolt.

Suddenly, the cyan thunderbolt turned into countless fragments, scattered in all directions, and finally dissipated into wisps of green smoke in the night wind.

A terrible scream resounded throughout Lushan County, and perhaps the entire Yizhou.

In short, the entire Lushan County shook three times.

Tonight for the people of Lushan County, there have been too many visions of heaven and earth and strange and amazing things, I don't know how the people of Lushan County will feel about this night in the future?

The cyan thunderbolt turned into countless fragments, and then turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.

The figure of the mocking wind is revealed.

It couldn't taunt anyone anymore, and even if a little ant danced arrogantly on it now, it couldn't mock, let alone get angry.

It went from a majestic and powerful divine beast to a poor, blood-drenched weak beast.

At this time, it regrets a lot of things.

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For example, why did you choose to stand on the side of the red-eyebrow man and deal with such a seemingly weak but terrifying monster.

For example, why did it rush out arrogantly to die in a blaze just now?

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

Ji Yu looked at the mocking wind lying in a pool of blood, and sighed lightly, a little regretful.

Mocking Wind was suddenly a little puzzled, could it be that this monster was reluctant to kill a divine beast?

Thinking of this, its desire to survive skyrocketed, and an incomparably bright light erupted in its eyes, and it also gave Ji Yu a pitiful look.

In that way, like an abandoned stray dog, it is easy to arouse people's sympathy.

Ji Yu smiled, and two small dimples ran out, which was very good-looking.

The mockery was like a man dying of starvation seeing a golden roasted pig's trotters.

As a result, at this time, he heard Ji Yu say something like this: "If you had a little sympathy when Cuiliu was killed, maybe you wouldn't have to die now." ”

Suddenly, Mock Wind didn't like this smile at all, and thought it was a devil in sheep's clothing.

For the first time, it felt that its back was so cold.

If it could have been less cold-blooded then, wouldn't it be so regrettable now?

Just as Ji Yu was about to end the life of the mocking wind, a fiery red sword light lit up the night sky, dispelling the cold sword intent, and came at a fast speed.

That sword was aimed at Ji Yu.

This flying sword Ji Yu felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it and who owned it.

In the blink of an eye, the fiery red sword light came to Ji Yu's body, wanting to penetrate him.

At this moment, he waved the sword in his hand, and suddenly a sword light as clear as autumn water was born, and the fiery flying sword was slashed away.

However, before the flying sword fell, a figure landed on the flying sword.

It was the red-eyed man with a plum on top of his white clothes.

Looking at that not very good-looking face, Ji Yu had a feeling of familiarity, and always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

The red-eyebrow man stood on top of the flying sword with his hand in his hand, and his breath floated out of the dust, like a sword fairy.

According to Ji Yu's estimate, this person should have reached the realm of a great grandmaster, and he could cut the enemy ten miles away.

The fighting method that could not have appeared, since the snake has appeared, it must have a deep meaning.

Sure enough, the red-eyebrow boy looked at Ji Yu carefully, and sighed: "I have a good face, but the realm is too weak, but the perception and appreciation of the ethereal heavenly way are too strong." ”

"However, with the divine sword of my Zhenzong, it can still be invincible below the upper third rank, and it can even resist Tongxuan. ”

"The yin that the sect has worked so hard to find is in your hands, should I call you the ancestor?"

Three sentences, all the horror and what he wanted to say were expressed concisely, this style of acting, Ji Yu probably knew where the red-eyed man came from.

However, he was still a little puzzled, so he asked, "I don't know, what generation of disciples of the Heavenly Sect is Your Excellency?"

The red-eyed Taoist laughed loudly, with indescribable generosity.

"Below, the fourth-generation disciple of Chenyue Heavenly Sect, Ning Jinghong knocks on the ancestor!"

In Jin County, spring rain is expensive in spring ploughing.

After the labor, whether it was the disciples of the city within the city, the people of Jinxian County, or the good Yanding Mountain bandits, they all felt extremely happy.

Pastoral music, nothing more than this.

However, tonight, the disciples of the city within the city felt the strange changes that came from a distance in Lushan County.

Ling Yue, Han Xing, Long Jia, Xiahou Yuan, and many disciples in the city were all a little worried about Ji Yu's safety.

Of course, what is not worried is not because of anything else, but because of blind worship of Ji Yu that leads to overconfidence.

Fu Bang is a thick-skinned, active and intelligent person, and he is naturally a good person wherever he goes.

Even a person with a cold personality like Ling Yue actually has a good impression of him at this time.

So, she asked uneasily, "Will there be anything wrong with Childe?"

This is the second person Lingyue has taken the initiative to ask since she came out of the Flower Palace.

Fu Bang shook his head and grinned: "Sister Lingyue, you have been with Brother Yu for the longest time, you should know what kind of person Brother Yu is, what kind of strength he has, how can something happen?"

He laughed, still full of swagger.

Ling Yue thought about it for a while, and felt that Fu Bang was reasonable, he could casually cultivate himself into a person who was proud of the Western Chu Sword Dao, and in the small Earth Spirit Secret Realm, who could put Gongzi's life in danger.

However, Han Xing, who has always been demented, still asked a question that seemed very stupid, but had great meaning: "Why are you so confident in Brother Yu?"

For a while, everyone's eyes were on Fu Bang, who was chewing on the grassroots.

Fu Bang didn't care at all, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Actually, I have a guess about Brother Yu's true identity. ”

"What speculation?" asked everyone in unison.

Of course, this unanimous voice naturally does not include Ling Yue, she has always spoken very little, except for facing her son, she will talk more.

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