The Demon Demon Golden Face suddenly realized that an extremely sharp sword aura was already behind him......

In an instant, the demonic golden face suddenly rushed out to the side, as if taking off a rabbit, avoiding the sharp sword behind him, and there was already a cold sweat behind his back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The sword qi was in the air, hitting the trunk of a thick banyan tree outside the zhang, and with a "squeak", the entire banyan tree suddenly stopped and cut off, which shows that the person who issued this sword is not weak in cultivation.

The demon demon gold face squinted at it, and saw a person standing three zhang away, about fifty years old, with a slight gray on his head, vigorous spirit, long eyebrows and big ears, black and white clothes, and a Qingfeng long sword in his hand, the sword qi just now came from this sword, this person is Li Bi, the master of Shengtianmen.

Li Bi stared at the Demon Demon Golden Face, and snorted coldly: "If you want to destroy my Heavenly Dragon Gate, first ask the old man if this sword will agree!"

The demonic golden face stared at him, and the demonic golden needle in his hand had also been raised, and he said slowly: "Very good!"

At this time, a person suddenly jumped down from a big tree, standing next to Li Bi, this person is five feet tall, very thin, his eyes are blazing, his nose is big and flat, his nostrils are facing the sky, and he is holding a machete in his hand, this person's name is Li Zhi, he is Li Bi's apprentice, his martial arts are very good, and he is also staring at the demonic golden face.

Li Bi said in a deep voice: "Apprentice, you are responsible for interfering with him, I will slaughter this guy!"

After speaking, he suddenly shot out, and the long sword brush stabbed towards the Demon Demon Gold Face, and at the same time, there were suddenly several more sword lights beside the Demon Demon Gold Face.

Li Bi's sword is like a poisonous snake, Li Zhidao is like a rushing wave, and the golden face and golden needle are like electricity.

Li Bi flashed behind Jin Mian, waiting for the opportunity to move, Li Zhidao's light flashed in front of Jin Mian, although this person is no more than a foot, but he is strong and powerful, brave and vigorous, and he is more than brave.

Jin Mian suddenly squatted down and slashed his leg and hooked out, tripping Li Bi behind him, this ordinary and ordinary simple trip was successful, then Li Bi was furious, and before he fell, he suddenly shook his long sword and stabbed at the back of the demonic golden face......

Suddenly, a muffled snort was heard, Li Zhi raised his machete high, did not swing it, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his chest had been pierced by a long sword, which was his master's sword.

It turned out that Jin Mian saw that their master and apprentice were short-tempered, had extreme personalities, and were bent on survival, and tightly surrounded Jin Mian, Jin Mian simply took advantage of their excited personality and getting too close to the enemy, so he suddenly tripped Li Bi, this trip was a very ordinary move, and it was successful.

Li Bi's body fell backwards by inertia, and before he fell in anger, he suddenly slammed a sword into the back of Jin Mian, who knew that the demon Jin Mian suddenly grabbed Li Zhi's left hand, and his body flashed to the side, and the fierce sword had pierced Li Zhi's heart......

Li Bi, the master of Shengtian Gate, screamed and scolded: "Hmph, useless thing!" The sword was pulled out violently, and the crane stood up, and Li Zhi screamed miserably, blood splashed out, and he lay forward.

It was also at this time that the master of Shengtianmen suddenly felt a chill behind his back, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he already knew that it was not good, his body leaned forward suddenly, and he jumped away with his short body, but it was too late, and his life was saved, but a slender cut was made by a golden needle behind his back, and a blood line was freshly poured out.

When Li Bi Qingfeng's sword slashed backwards, the golden face was already three zhang away.

The master of Shengtian Gate screamed again, his hair was stretched, and he hissed: "Despicable, really despicable, dare to sneak attack the old man behind his back?"

"Just wait for Xu Er to sneak attack from behind, can't others sneak attack you?" said Jin Mian slowly.

Li Bi's eyes were so angry that they were almost red, only to see that the demonic golden face suddenly leaned forward slightly, the palm of his right hand shook, and a golden needle between his index finger and middle finger came out of his hand, and the sound of the wind took Li Bi's eyebrows directly.

Li Bi suddenly laughed and said, "Haha, did you also want my life with this move?"

For this casual secret weapon technique can be a move, the Shengtian Gate Master can knock down the golden needle with a casual sword, so the invincible Shengtian Gate Master smiled and wanted to greet this golden needle.

The golden needle was already in front of him in the blink of an eye, and suddenly Li Bi couldn't laugh, and his face instantly changed from ridicule to panic, because he suddenly found that he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body, and there was suddenly a void in the dantian......

It was also in this panic that a casual golden needle casually pierced between the eyebrows of the master of Shengtianmen, and he was poisoned, a poison that was not easy to detect, a poison that made people lose their whole body strength, it turned out that this golden needle was poisonous.

Li Bi, the master of Shengtian Sect, was still standing, with a golden needle stuck between his eyebrows, he didn't believe that he would fall so quickly, he didn't want to die so soon, his face was full of hideousness, his eyes were full of resentment, but even if he was unwilling and unwilling, he still fell, his eyes were staring.

The wind pushes the fallen leaves, which try to hide the blood on the ground. Fallen leaves once had a life, right? Isn't its life also very short, and autumn means death, the soul returns to its homeland, and the fallen leaves return to its roots.

Between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, there was a gold needle, about three inches long.

One person destroys the other, and suddenly the golden needle disappears from his hand, just as no one knows how his golden needle suddenly appeared on his fingertips.

Under the miserable moonlight was a tall and dense black wood, with no wind or the chirping of insects on summer nights.

There is a melodious sound of the flute, which is particularly loud in such a night, and the tune is so peaceful that no one can hear the content of the flute. The joys and sorrows of life are not like people drinking water, knowing their own warmth and coldness, and going to their hearts.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, and everything was quiet, terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that there was only this dense forest and the moon in the sky.

Following the sound of the flute, you can see a person lying on the branch of a tall old tree, pitch black, only the vague outline of the person can be seen, only the figure is slender, long hair fluttering, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.

The man who was lying on the tree suddenly said, "Elder Tang, come out, when are you going to hide?" He didn't speak hard, but his voice was like a bell, and it spread far away.

Elder Tang is the master of Tang Family Fort, that is, the master of the four masters of the Tang family, could it be that the master has come to avenge the apprentice?

After a while, a bird flew in the dark woods in the distance, and then, there was a loud laugh, which showed that this person's cultivation was really good.

A black shadow jumped up the treetops, the man stepped on the treetops and rushed over, very light, in the blink of an eye had stood on the treetops in front of the, with a long sword on his back, standing very steady and straight, it was actually an old man with two temples like frost, describing a withered old man, this old man was the master of Tang Jiabao, the master of the four masters of the Tang family, people used to call him Elder Tang, and he seemed to be happy to be called so.

Elder Tang said to the: "Demon Lord Purple Feather is worthy of being Demon Lord Purple Feather, I have escaped the layers of guards, I didn't expect to be discovered by you so easily here!"

Elder Tang's face suddenly showed a look of helplessness, and then he sighed, "Hey, what revenge can I have? Although you and I have never fought each other, I already know that I am by no means your opponent. ”

The man was playing with the bamboo flute, it seemed that this flute was more interesting than this Elder Tang, he said lightly: "Elder Tang's martial arts are not weak, let my great protector do it with you!"

He is the Demon Lord Purple Feather.

The sound of the flute had already sounded again, and the Demon Lord blew the flute as if nothing had happened, and he no longer looked at Elder Tang.

At this moment, a white shadow slowly descended from the sky and landed steadily on the treetops not far in front of Elder Tang. This person is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, tall and thin, dressed in white, with a pair of bright eyes, he is the Great Protector of the Demon White Mirror.

Bai Jing looked at Elder Tang and said, "Let's do it!" He was carrying out the Holy Monarch's order. At the same time, the white light flashed in his right hand, and suddenly there was a silver-white mirror, this mirror has an ancient appearance, ordinary people will feel weird when they see it, but they can't tell where the weirdness is. This mirror is called Haotian Mirror. It is rumored that the direct illumination of the Haotian Mirror on a person's face can cause bleeding and even death.

"Shenzhou Chronicles: Foreign Objects" has a record: "Haotian Mirror, silver-white, ancient, the remnants of the demon god in the chaotic demon era, there is a legend that it is the relic of Luo Luo, the first beauty of the demon god." ”

The Demon Lord's purple feather flute voice suddenly hurried, as if urging them to fight quickly.

Elder Tang suddenly sighed, shook his head, and whispered, "That's it, that's it." Who knows how much sadness is implied in it? It is already a great sorrow for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, and at this time, even revenge has become a death. Can he not sigh?

The Demon Lord Purple Feather cultivated to be unfathomable, and the Demon White Mirror boy became famous, ruthless, and profound. Thousands of calculations, thousands of calculations, Elder Tang originally wanted to secretly inflict the Demon Lord Seven Nights on the poisonous hand in this dense forest without any protection, but now everything can't be as he wishes.

Elder Tang's body was shocked, and a long sword behind his back suddenly flew out of its sheath, flashing in the moonlight, and it was a sharp weapon.

Xiao Sheng helped, Bai Jing had already taken the lead, this is the meaning of the Holy Monarch Xiao Sheng.

The white mirror in the hand of the Demon Demon White Mirror flashed, and he instantly struck out ten moves, only to see ten sharp qi hitting Elder Tang's body from different directions, Elder Tang's body flashed, wandering away from the treetops, avoiding them one by one, he felt difficult, this was just a small test of the Demon White Mirror.

The demonic white mirror stepped lightly on the treetops, the white shadow flashed, and the person had been deceived in front of Elder Tang, Elder Tang's long sword danced into pieces of flying frost and snowflakes, and the attainments on the sword were clever, and the two of them dismantled more than 20 moves in close proximity.

After thirty moves, Elder Tang has obviously fallen behind, after all, Elder Tang is old, how can he withstand this bloody and unfathomable demonic protector,

The white mirror in the hand of the demonic white mirror shook, and suddenly an invisible huge white mirror was faintly formed, and the cold light on Elder Tang's sword was also suddenly flourishing.

The two of them dismantled more than a dozen moves, Elder Tang was finally powerless, he couldn't even stand on the treetops, as if he was about to fall, Elder Tang's movements slowly slowed down, and finally he couldn't do it, he was about to be slapped to death by the Demon White Mirror, he simply didn't do this dying struggle, his eyes were closed, and he was willing to die.