The young man in the dark robe looked at this strange handsome young man blankly.

This person doesn't have the aura of a strong man, but it makes people feel an inexplicable domineering.

For him, there was a faint sense of familiarity.

"Boy, what are you, don't meddle with things!"

The fat man with sarcoma on his face, although arrogant, is not a fool.

This person has no breath all over his body, but he suddenly appears, and this place is full of weirdness.

It made him shudder a little.

Including his companions, they are all distracted, and naturally they are not stupid, this inexplicable young man makes them feel pressured, and they are all on guard.

However, Zhao Junyu didn't glance at them at all.

"We are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Peak of the Northern Netherworld Dao Sect, you ...... You are. The young man in the dark robe stammered.

"Your Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique, you can't practice it at home. ”

"And it seems that something is wrong, and the practice is wrong. ”

"Compared to Senior Brother Yun back then, it is 108,000 miles behind, and the power is not enough in case. ”

Zhao Junyu interrupted him with a frown.

The young man in the dark robe and the middle-aged man who fell to the ground saw this strange young man and broke their secret skills in the sect.

I couldn't help but look horrified.

But who is Senior Brother Yun? I've never heard of it.

"Boy, don't pretend to be there. ”

"No matter who you are from the Northern Underworld Dao Sect, your sect is about to perish, so you will hand over the treasures on your body and capture them!"

The fat man with an ugly sarcoma on his face said with a hideous face.

He had lost his patience, and when he thought of the strong support behind him, his courage suddenly grew again.

Several of the surrounding accomplices also gathered mana.

"Come, come with me. ”

Zhao Junyu still didn't look at these mouthfuls, but smiled slightly at the young man in the dark robe.

To refer to the sword, the sword style!

I saw a rebellious sword intent rising into the sky!

This...... This is.

The young man in the dark color robe was shocked when he saw this incomparably authentic and incomparably familiar sword style.

"Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique, the first style, the distance of the clouds!"

Zhao Junyu shouted violently, one finger and one stroke!

Almost at the same time, the young man in the Xuanxi Dao robe involuntarily waved his sword and danced with him in the same way!

Suddenly, an inexplicably powerful sword light surged boundlessly like a distant sea of clouds!

"Oh no, this son is weird!"

"Shoot with all your might, kill them!"

The fat man with sarcoma didn't care that the original task was to capture these two people and torture the whereabouts of the treasure.

With a loud shout, seven or eight distractions shot in unison.

Dozens of violent energy fluctuations, and sharp light blades slammed out!

However, after their attacks collided with the sea of sword qi clouds emitted by this dark-colored Dao-robed young man, they disappeared one by one like mud cows entering the sea.

How is this possible? Several people looked at their hands or the spirit treasure in their hands in horror.

This young man used the same sword style before, but he couldn't stop the combined attack of several people.

This...... the groove.

The young man in the dark robe also looked at the sword in his hand with a look of disbelief.

"Concentrate, second form, I don't know where to go!"

Zhao Junyu drank again, and the sword in his hand rose again!

The same invisible force prompted the boy to follow the sword!

Puff puff, full of mysteries and strange sword style resurgence.

A sharp sword!

Seven or eight monks seemed to be in a fog, and in front of each of them was a young man in a dark Taoist robe.

I can't help but fly back and protect my whole body!

"The third type, look back at the bright moon!"

With Zhao Junyu's loud shout, the finger sword of a move started.

The young man in the dark robe gradually immersed in it, from his mind to his action swordsmanship, gradually fit with Zhao Junyu's sword style.

"Is this the Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique? Yes or no. ”

"It's not the same as what we're used to. ”

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground on the side looked at the sword style of this move, so familiar and so unfamiliar.

By the time of the seventh form, seven or eight enemies were already covered in blood from sword qi injuries.

Even the spirit treasure of the talisman can't resist it.

"Fan Daoyou, this son is weird, let's withdraw quickly!" shouted a white-faced thin man among the several people.

"No, the task has not been completed, how will I explain when I go back. ”

"This son may be exquisite in swordsmanship, but he has no mana, it's that kid who is playing the sword, I don't believe he can hold it for as long!" The sarcoma fat man also had a few sword marks on his body, and shouted hoarsely.

Encouraged by this, several people rose up with all their mana, waved spirit treasures or spirit soldiers, and smashed them at Zhao Junyu and the young man in the Xuanxi Dao robe!

The mana of the Xuan-colored Dao robe boy has been exhausted, but his whole body is immersed in an inexplicable sword intent, and he is now dancing the sword with all his will and physical strength!

"There are a total of seven sword techniques of Streamer Yuntao, all of them have been exhausted, what should I do next when the mana of the seventh junior brother has been exhausted?" The middle-aged man who fell to the ground on the side looked anxious.

However, the strange young man's next sentence made him so startled that he almost jumped up despite his injuries.

"Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique, Eighth Style, Long Wind and Waves!"

"Ninth Style, the Heart Sword is endless!"

"Tenth style, sword devouring the world!"

Boom, boom!

The surrounding forests, mountains and rocks are all shattered, and the smoke and dust cover the sun.

After a long time, the monstrous sword intent slowly subsided.

Plopped, the young man in the dark robe knelt on one knee, spitting blood, his whole body was out of strength, but he desperately gritted his teeth and did not fall.

The enemy in front of him had been wiped out and shattered by the sword qi, and none of the primordial gods had escaped.

"Very good, you can draw a gourd and use the tenth style, it is already a very rare kendo genius, but it's a pity that the foundation is too poor......"

The strange young man said with a smile.

"Senior, you...... Who the hell are you? ”

"Why help us. ”

"Are you from our Northern Hell Dao Sect?"

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground on the side stood up desperately and asked.

"Let's go, go back to the sect. Zhao Junyu didn't answer.

Instead, he threw two people to each of them a superb healing elixir.

The young man and the middle-aged man in the Xuanxi Dao robe were even more surprised when they saw that the other party was making a move with two top-grade elixirs.

But the other party obviously has no malice, and even if there is malice, there is no way to resist.

The two of them swallowed the elixir in one go, breathed for a while, and after recovering some physical strength and mana, they followed Zhao Junyu to set up a retreat and flew towards the direction of the main mountain gate.

"Third Senior Brother, what is the origin of this senior?"

The young man in the dark robe first looked at the green-shirted figure in front of him with admiration.

Then he asked the middle-aged man beside him in a low voice.

"How can I tell. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

"However, it is certain that it has a great relationship with our Northern Netherworld Dao Sect. ”

"I feel that the Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique he taught me is much easier to use than before, and it seems that it should have been like this. The boy muttered to himself.

"But the Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique taught in our sect's Heavenly Sword Peak has always been the same as it was, and there are only seven styles. ”

"But this senior not only changed many places, but also directly added three styles, and I was confused. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

"Third Senior Brother, I don't lie to you, but I really think that what my predecessors taught is the real Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique. ”

The boy affirmed.

"This ......" The middle-aged man was silent, the third junior brother has a wonderful understanding of kendo, he is a rare genius of kendo, and his perception of swordsmanship should be correct.

"By the way, Third Senior Brother, who is this Senior Brother Yun that the senior mentioned earlier, do we have such a person in the Northern Underworld Dao Sect?" the young man asked again.

"I already thought about it just now, there is no one surnamed Yun in the sect, including those who have a relationship with my sect. The middle-aged man shook his head in denial.

"So what the hell is going on? The boy kept talking to himself.

After a moment, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped.

"Seventh Senior Brother, I think of someone, but ......," the middle-aged man hesitated.

"What's the matter, you say. ”

"We, Heavenly Sword Peak, the tenth generation of peak masters. ”

"He is also the predecessor who created the Streamer Yuntao Sword Technique, his name is Yun Feng, but this is ...... This. ”

The middle-aged man had already stammered when he said this, and after the young man in the dark robe reacted, he almost fell directly from the air.

What the!!!

(End of chapter)