The Sword of the Evil God is the treasure of the Evil God, a portable weapon, and the power is infinite, although the sword spirit that caused the Sword of the Evil God has been annihilated in the long river of time, and the evil power has been greatly reduced, but the body of the Sword of the Evil God is still the material of the absolute treasure refiner.

That's why Feng Ji is so arrogant, ready to kick the old enemy Divine Sword Sect as a ball.

But now, the Sword of the Evil God has actually burst out in its body.

This is the old life of the wind pole.

Not to mention how big the loss is, as long as he loses the Sword of the Evil God, then when he returns to the sect, he will still be a fart master, and the Demon Sword Ancestor will definitely be able to make him lose his soul with one sword.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

The wind trembled all over, his eyes were filled with infinite anger, and he stared viciously at Xu Mu, who suddenly let out a long howl at this time, and directly grabbed the sword of the evil god, and shouted, "Stinky boy, what have you done?

After that, he had to stretch out his hand and make it clear that he wanted to suppress Xu Mu.

Zanghe's eyes flashed with a hint of greed, and at this time, he stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the boiling demon flame turned into a torrent, burning the void, just blocking in front of Feng Ji.

"Zanghe, what do you mean?"

Feng Ji suppressed his anger and shouted with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, Brother Fengji, don't be impatient!"

Hide and Yoyo spoke.

Feng Ji laughed angrily, "Don't be impatient, Zanghe, what kind of calculation do you have in your heart, do you think I don't know?" Tell you, the Sword of the Evil God is the first treasure of this sect, if there is the slightest mistake, hum..."

Zanghe's eyes were cold, and he snorted lightly, "The treasure has no owner, and the virtuous live in it, maybe it is the sword of the evil god, maybe he is willing to follow Ouyang Feng!"

"|I..."

Fengji actually wants to scold a ""!

But before he could spit out the second word, at this time, Xu Mu, who was in the torrent of ten thousand swords, put all the spirit swords into the storage ring, and then only held the sword of the evil god and laughed loudly, "What? You want to recognize me as the master? Okay, I promised, from today on, you will be called Xiaoxie, and in the future, you will accompany me to sweep the Eight Desolations and fight in all directions!"

Burst...

Feng Ji almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and looked at Xu Mu with wide eyes, the evil fire in his heart was about to burn everything.

Fuck your uncle's unicorn arm, what do you mean by recognizing you as the master? Recognize a fart, the sword of the evil god doesn't even have a sword spirit at all, who the fuck are you listening to?

"Stinky boy, you're so bold!"

The wind roared in fury.

The people of the Demon Sword Sect also glared at Xu Mu with a cold expression, if it weren't for the scruples of Zanghe and the others, they would have rushed up in droves.

Xu Mu glanced at him and sneered, "This sword was found by yourself, you have a low character, do you blame me?"

After that, Xu Mu suddenly touched the Sword of the Evil God in his hand, and then said with a hint of surprise, "What? You said your original master was stupid?"

Xu Mu nodded approvingly.

The wind was extremely confused.

Uncle, is this guy named Ouyang Feng really a madman? How dare he talk to me like that? How dare he insult me so blatantly?, if I still put up with it, am I still human?

"Look for death!"

The wind roared, and the body spread, and suddenly a fierce aura spread into the void, making everyone present feel a wave of Ling Ran's killing intent rushing into the sky.

Zanghe's expression changed, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Your sister, this Ouyang Feng is really a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting yourself, you fucking talk so much, I'm embarrassed to help you.

However, despite this, Zanghe also had to block the wind.

For a while, the two major palms fought each other, and the scene of the sky falling apart spread to the heavens and the earth, and the two of them came and went, and finally went crazy and yelled, "Zanghe, if you don't return the sword of the evil god to the old man today, this sect will declare war on your third demon sect, and you will not die!"

"Fight is war, I'm afraid of you!"

Zanghe sneered and spoke, but he had already begun to calculate in his heart, how many good things the Sword of the Evil God and the [Ruyi Divine Sword] could be exchanged for from Fengji's hand.

Feng Ji's eyes were gloomy, "Zanghe, don't think I'm joking, the sword of the evil god is very important, and it involves the great plan of the ancestor, although the ancestor of this sect gave me the sword of the evil god, but in the end, it is still the ancestor's thing, your third demon sect, do you really dare to get involved?"

When Zanghe heard the Demon Sword Ancestor, his expression changed.

His eyes flickered with jealousy.

The Demon Sword Ancestor can be described as a real Demon Dao Giant, compared to the Ancestor of the Third Demon Sect, he is three points stronger, and under the [Demon Dao Killing Sword] in one hand, he is no less than tens of millions of unjust souls.

If it's just a declaration of war by the wind pole, Zanghe is not afraid at all.

But if you offend the Demon Sword Ancestor too much because of this, it will be very bad.

So after thinking about it for a while, Zanghe glared at Feng Ji with some unhappiness, and sneered, "Okay, this time I'll give the Demon Sword senior a face, hum, wait!"

After that, Zanghe took a few steps into the air, looked at Xu Mu, and said lightly, "Ouyang Feng, return the Sword of the Evil God to the Wind Pole Sect!"

Feng Ji's complexion eased at this time, but when he looked at Xu Mu, it still contained infinite killing intent.

Xu Mu quietly watched the two goods tearing up just now, and he was very excited to watch.

Hearing Zanghe's order at this time, Xu Mu's eyes, with a touch of playfulness, suddenly showed a strong rebellious color, and said proudly, "Don't give it!"

Oops!

What did he say?

He said no?

Damn, this kid is crazy again!

Many of the elders of the Third Demon Sect sprayed in unison, and Zanghe was also under the Great Flute, frowning and saying in a deep voice, "Ouyang Feng, this is an order, hand it over quickly!"

Xu Mu pouted and said, "If you ask me to hand it over, I will hand it over, then how faceless will I be? Do you want it? Please, beg me, maybe I'll give it to you!"

Burst...

At this time, not only the elders of the Third Demon Sect sprayed, but also the disciples of the Third Demon Sect, Feng Ji and the people of the Demon Sword Sect.

Looking at Xu Mu with incredible eyes, he felt speechless.

I'm rubbing, this kid is finished, it's completely finished, you have to take off three layers of skin if you don't die today, right? You don't fucking follow the orders of the master, you still want to let your own master beg you? Your uncle, you are a professional death!

Zang He's whole body trembled, and he roared with a stern look, "Ouyang Feng, you sober up Lao Tzu!"

Xu Mu suddenly laughed rampantly, "Hahaha, I'm very sober now, I'll tell you the truth, I'm in a good mood today, don't mess with me, otherwise I don't care what your identity is, all of you will die, are you in charge?"

"I'll send you four words, let's play with eggs!"

Zanghe hasn't spoken yet, but Fengji can't be happy.

Hahahahaha

Hey, hey, Ouyang Feng, right? This seat has only served the ancestor so far, and now there is one more, just rush to your last word, I will give you a million "service" words!

You cow!

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