"You're from the Temple of the Gods?"

"Yes, who are you?"

The two of them in the sky are talking nonsense without nutrition. And Du Lengqiu finally determined that Qin Sansi didn't lie. He said lightly: "I am Leng Huo." ”

The golden-robed man said with a gloomy expression: "I used red gold as the raw material, supplemented by wind-milled copper, dragon scales, and Taiyin water, and refined it for thirty-three years before I practiced the sword fetus, and then I practiced it for eighty-eight years with ten thousand sacrifices, and the flying sword was completed." But at the last step, it was a terrible blow, and you say, how can I calm my anger?"

Du Lengqiu shrugged, "Drink more cold water." ”

The golden-robed man said heavily, "I hope you can still laugh later." He stretched out his palm, and with a flick of his fingers, there was a shining golden wheel.

The wheel flew up in an instant and landed on the shoulder of the golden-robed man. The wheels spun rapidly, and three blue stars flew out of the middle.

"Kill!" the golden-robed man shouted coldly

Du Lengqiu only felt that the surroundings were like mountains, squeezing wildly towards the middle. And those three stars, connected into an arrow, instantly killed in front of Du Lengqiu.

The golden-robed man was still shouting, "This is the arrow that must be hit." ”

"I would like to think that the one who dares to take care of the affairs of our temple of gods, who is sacred, and specially asked my uncle to borrow this three-star wheel of destruction, as a result, you have this ability?"

Arrows came like lightning.

There were ripples in front of Du Lengqiu, and the arrows turned into three stars disappeared.

"Ruins" rebuild miraculous feats.

Du Lengqiu said lightly: "You have some ability, report your name, you are qualified to die at my hands." ”

This sentence completely angered the golden-robed man.

This kind of cold words have always been spoken by the people of the Temple of the Gods to others. The golden-robed man sneered: "I, Mu Kun, have never been so humiliated in my life. You ......"

Du Lengqiu instantly pulled out his long sword.

Jun Tianjian has been unsheathed for the first time since it was purchased. Although it is a low-grade Dao weapon, the decoration of this sword does not have the slightest luxurious appearance.

The three-foot-seven-inch sword body is as bright as water.

Du Lengqiu pulled the sword flower and said, "Wind!"

At this time, a light breeze was gently sweeping through the valley in the sky. The wind in spring has always been soft, and there are poetry clouds: the wind blows cold willows.

However, at the moment when Du Lengqiu's voice fell.

The wind in the valley changed suddenly.

It was as if an endless blade was mixed in the wind, slashing towards the golden-robed man, Mu Kun gently. The blade is silent and invisible, and there is no trace. Mu Kun hesitated slightly, and his body had been slashed again and again.

The golden light on the golden robe shone brightly, and Mu Kun roared angrily. But since Du Lengqiu has already made a move, he will not leave him any leeway. This style of "wind" is Du Lengqiu's latest learning of the supernatural power "Heavenly Phenomena Eight Desolation Sword".

The wind gradually changed from small to strong, from a gentle spring breeze to a violent autumn wind.

As the wind gets stronger, so do the blades in the wind. And suddenly there was a dark cloud in the originally clear sky. Then, the dark clouds converged, and the sky was as black as ink at the snap of a finger.

There was no thunder, but there were already bean-sized raindrops crackling and falling on the world.

At this moment, Du Lengqiu said horizontally: "Rain!"

The moment thousands of raindrops fell, they had stretched into a crystal clear flying sword-shape. The raindrops in the sky are tens of millions of sword lights. With such a sword curtain, there is no way to dodge or resist.

The golden robe on Mu Kun's body had been torn by the wind and rain.

But he didn't admit defeat, the three-star wheel of destruction on his shoulder, and the golden crown on his head all turned into a heavy light curtain, protecting him firmly. But Du Lengqiu seemed to be unable to see it, and shouted again: "Snow!"

The rain turned into snowflakes in the blink of an eye.

Goose-feathered snowflakes slowly fall, completely oblivious to the fact that it is spring.

Mu Kun looked at the stupid snowflakes and couldn't help laughing wildly: "Your skills are poor." He roared wildly as he turned to flee, but when he moved, the situation changed suddenly.

Originally, it was okay for him not to move, and the snowflakes were just falling naturally, but he moved slightly. The snowflakes were dancing wildly and swooping towards him.

From the outside, tens of thousands of snowflakes were like swords and knives, violently cutting through everything they could touch.

Mu Kun resisted with difficulty, feeling like he was walking through hell, and every second was so difficult. Suddenly, the snowflakes came to a halt.

Mu Kun hurriedly gasped twice, and the golden crown on his head suddenly cracked and fell to the ground.

At this time, Mu Kun vaguely heard a voice "Frozen Sword." But he didn't care, he just wanted to flee quickly back to the Temple of the Gods. This world is too cruel, and there are bastards who are not afraid of the prestige of the Temple of the Gods.

Mu Kun's figure flashed, and he walked away like electricity.

He had already decided that when he returned to the Temple of the Gods, he would definitely ask the superior gods to retrieve the field for him, and when the time came, he would make this impertinent fellow pay an unbearable price.

Mu Kun suddenly felt a little chill in his body, he looked down, and at some point, an ice pick actually pierced into his heart. The ice pick is hollow, and the blood in the heart is flowing out rapidly along the void of the ice pick.

He turned to look back and said sharply, "What kind of demonic method are you? ”

Du Lengqiu was floating over, and when he heard this, he asked in surprise: "You use human beings to steal beliefs, this is the evil method, right?"

Mu Kun laughed for a long time, and then coughed, coughing up blood. He scolded: "I am the most righteous means. Although the world is great, what my temple of gods does is the right way. An ant-like pariah, it is the glory of a lifetime to be able to refine a sword for me. ”

Du Lengqiu shook his head slightly, and flicked the scabbard with his fingers.

A white-gold sword light swept up, slashed through Mu Kun's neck, and his head flew into the sky. Du Lengqiu said lightly at his falling head: "You are powerful, it doesn't mean that you are right. ”

A streamer suddenly flew out of Mu Kun's skull, heading straight out of the sky. For those who have achieved cultivation, escaping the soul at the time of death is already a routine operation.

Du Lengqiu smiled slightly and said, "I'm waiting for you." With a wave of his long sword, the "Reincarnation Forbidden Law" extended from the Four Seasons Reincarnation Sword Song flew out instantly, just encircling Mu Kun.

Under the long sky, the dark clouds have long since dispersed, and the snow on the ground is rapidly melting under the scorching sun. In the valley, a person quickly rushed out and picked up Mu Kun's shattered golden crown from the ground.

Du Lengqiu could see clearly that that person was Brother Yong.

He divided it by two to collect all the pieces. didn't hide it privately, but waved frantically at Du Lengqiu in the sky.

Du Lengqiu thought for a moment and slowly fell.

Brother Yong walked over, carefully put the pieces of the golden crown on the ground, piled them into a pile, and said seriously: "The bad people in the sky were killed by you, so this is yours." ”

Du Lengqiu was silent.

He reached out and held the fragment of the golden crown in his palm. He rubbed his dough back and forth a few times, and the style of the golden crown was no longer visible, but turned into a golden round stick.

With a twist of his hand, Du Lengqiu pulled the golden stick into sections, which were very short, about the size of a fingernail, so that they could go out to exchange and use them.

After everything was done, Du Lengqiu walked over, patted Brother Yong's shoulder, and said, "Your bamboo is very good." If you are destined to see you again in the future, I will invite you to drink. ”

Brother Yong's body trembled, and he said seriously: "I remember." ”