'Sword Three Pounds' is extremely kind on weekdays, always smiling silly, and rarely has any conflicts with people.

But who would have imagined that such a cute little old man, when he really fought against people, his sword momentum would be so domineering.

Under the attack of the 'Three Jin Sword', the shadow suffered some damage to his internal organs. Although he couldn't see anything on the surface, only the shadow knew how heavy the blow of the 'Sword Three Pounds' was.

"Ahem" The Shadow coughed awkwardly, and laughed at himself: "Everyone in the world thinks that the combat power of my Shadow can be ranked above your 'sword three catties'. ”

'Sword Sanjin' looked at the shadow, without a trace of smile on the surface, and even a little anxious.

The blow consumed most of his Xuan power, but it only caused some minor injuries to the shadow. If this continues, I'm afraid that he hasn't solved the shadow yet. The three teenagers died at the hands of Pu Jia.

The shadow looked at the 'Sword Three Catties' with a solemn face, and said with a smile: "I know what you're worried about, but it's useless for you to worry, the second colt of Beitang will die today!"

"Whoa, whoa"

Black chains sprouted from behind the shadow, like eight poisonous snakes, viciously biting towards the 'Sword Three Catties'.

'Sword Sanjin' raised his sword to resist, and the sound of 'sonorous and sonorous' spread in all directions

Above the sky, a black shadow and a golden shadow were constantly fighting, and the two-color attribute light continued to shoot down from the sky, blasting the ground into a large crater.

Kitado Jikoma held the 'Beiyang Bell' tightly, and his face was extremely pale.

This 'high-level spiritual weapon' consumes a lot of Xuan power, even though Beitang Ciju is already a 'low-level Xuan Ling' cultivator, but when he manipulates this spiritual weapon, it still can't last for a stick of incense.

Pu Jia held the jade pen in her hand tightly, and quietly looked at the three teenagers like the turtle in the urn, with a slight smile on her quiet face.

Ye Junlin looked at the second colt of Beitang, who couldn't last long, and was anxious. He knew how big the gap was between them and a 'half-step king-level' cultivator like Pu Jia. If the other party exerts all their strength, they are afraid that they will not be able to survive even a single move.

On the 'Beiyang Bell', the flickering runes gradually became dim, and the face of the second colt of Beitang was extremely pale.

Finally, the golden rune slowly dissipated, and the 'Beiyang Bell' also returned to the size of a palm.

Pu Jia looked at the three teenagers and walked over slowly. Her steps were extremely light, but in the hearts of the three teenagers, she was like Huang Zhong Dalu, extremely heavy.

Pu Jia herself doesn't like to talk much, especially in such a bloody scene, she becomes even more silent.

The jade pen in his hand waved slightly, and the blue light shone this side of the space.

"Fight!"

Ye Junlin's steel teeth were crushed, and the three swords swung out one after another with the blazing flame of the Red Flame Sword.

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

"Sword three, split the mountain. ”

Three different attacks, rushing out.

Pu Jia, who was originally calm, showed an extremely surprised look on her pretty face when she saw these three sword skills.

With a slight twist of her wrist, the jade pen slowly retracted, and a moon arc crossed the air. Then, a crescent moon appeared in front of her.

The three-move sword technique, hitting this round of crescent moon, is like plunging headlong into a deep pool 10,000 meters deep, and there is no slightest wave.

This time I was surprised, it was Ye Junlin's turn.

Since he learned these three sword skills, no matter how powerful the opponent is. These three sword skills were able to help him defeat the enemy, but this time they were lightly defused by the opponent

This can only show that Pu Jia is extremely familiar with these three sword skills.

"Who are you from 'him'?" Pu Jia raised her head, a trace of mist appeared in her eyes, she looked at Ye Junlin and asked softly.

"???" Ye Junlin looked at Pu Jia, his face full of question marks.

The beauty killer who was still murderous just now, but after only a blink of an eye, he became pitiful, which is really incomprehensible.

"Hey-" Ye Junlin sighed lightly in his heart: "A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, it's really true." ”

Seeing that Ye Junlin was looking at her directly, but did not say a word, there was a trace of anger on Yanli's pretty face. The jade pen in her hand quickly drew a stroke from mid-air, and then a huge gust of wind knocked Ye Junlin straight out.

"Bang!"

Ye Junlin's body, in mid-air, crossed half an arc, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Pu Jia's hand was not heavy, and this blow did not cause him any other injuries except for making Ye Junlin fall all over his body. He propped himself up and slowly climbed up.

Pu Jia did not give up, and the cyan figure came again. She stopped a dozen steps away from Ye Junlin, staring straight at Ye Junlin, as if she was a little anxious.

"Let me ask you again, what is your relationship with 'him'?" asked Pu Jia, pursed her lips rather shyly.

"Sister, if you want to kill, you can kill it. Ye Junlin was also angry: "But, isn't it too much for you to torture me in such a way! Haven't you heard of 'a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated'?"

"You just don't plan to tell me when you say that?" Pu Jia looked directly at Ye Junlin, a little angry.

"I said, sister, if you want to know something, you have to tell me first, who is that 'he' in your mouth, right?" Ye Junlin was completely angry.

"You really don't know?" Pu Jia continued to ask, like an innocent little girl.

"I don't know!" Ye Junlin sat down in the reeds and replied very simply.

"I'm talking about 'Wei Ye'. When Pu Jia mentioned a certain two words, her voice was extraordinarily soft, and her face even had a hint of redness, as if she was a little shy.

"'Wei Ye'?" Ye Junlin tilted his head and roared: "Why is this name again, how many times has Lao Tzu said it, I don't know him, I don't know, I don't know!"

Ye Junlin said three 'don't know' in a row, with anger in his tone.

Pu Jia looked at Ye Junlin, who was almost collapsed, and tilted her head slightly, as if she was thinking about something. From Ye Junlin's expression, Pu Jia felt that Ye Junlin didn't seem to be lying.

Perhaps, the young man in front of him really has nothing to do with that person. The same swordsmanship, maybe it's also because of a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Pu Jia's expression eased a lot.

The flush on her face dissipated, and she returned to the appearance of the 'cold beauty'.

"Since you have nothing to do with him, then, if I kill you, I don't need to have any mental burden. The jade pen in Pu Jia's hand was slowly raised, and a blue light shot towards Ye Junlin's forehead