"Fourth junior brother, I was able to beat me without the power to fight back, it was really powerful, and I didn't expect that I had already reached the innate realm at the age of sixteen, and I really couldn't say that I was the first person in 500 years." Mingzhe's eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on his face never broke, and he said with a look that he knew this was the case.

"Mingzhe, aren't you going to ask me for advice? I'd like to see what tricks you have? If you are so provocative, let me see if you have real skills, or if you pretend to be mysterious to me. ”

Mingzhe shook his head, spread his hands and said: "I don't dare to be a high-level recruit, I just want to see the demeanor of my junior brother again, and my junior brother must meet this requirement of my senior brother." ”

"As you wish."

I saw Qi Fuhua holding a pen with one hand, and his body seemed to turn into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Mingzhe, and at the same time, a cyan light loomed at the tip of his pen.

Seeing this, Mingzhe's face smiled even more, his body was also waving in place, the purple magic pen turned, and purple light emerged from his body, and a breath that was not weaker than Qi Fuhua appeared on Mingzhe's body, and at the same time, a purple long knife instantly took shape and flew around Mingzhe.

At this moment, whether it was Qi Fuhua or the disciples of the Shanhai Pavilion, they all muttered in an incredible voice: "Congenital, it turned out to be congenital?" It turns out that Mingzhe has always been pretending, and his sea of books has not been broken. ”

The sky was blue and purple, and the two rays of light reflected each other, bursting out with dazzling light, Qi Fuhua let out a long roar: "You have been pretending? I didn't expect you to be congenital, hum... So what? I, Qi Fuhua, have never lost, you are just me accepting the defeat, what qualifications do you have to write against me again. ”

"Oh, junior brother, is this an admission that the person who was there that day was you?"

"What's the matter, if I can defeat you once, I can defeat you a second time, even if you step into the innate realm." At this moment, Qi Fuhua was no longer indifferent before, and said arrogantly.

"Haha... It's good to admit it, today I Mingzhe is going to avenge the original sword and destroy my book, if I don't take revenge, wouldn't it be the husband who did it. Mingzhe suddenly laughed, but secretly said in his heart: "It's done." ”

Suddenly, the two rays of light were intertwined, and the talent qi flowed turbulently, setting off gusts of wind, and the aura that burst out made a group of ordinary disciples hurriedly retreat, and everyone was surprised and sighed, Senior Brother Mingzhe's strength, that genius seemed to be back again, even more dazzling than before. Suddenly, there was a wail in the blue light, the cyan long sword collapsed, turning into several wisps of green smoke, Qi Fuhua staggered back and crashed into the door of the courtyard, the corner of his mouth spit out a trace of blood, but his face was full of smiles and said: "You are worthy of being the senior brother of Shanhai Pavilion, you can let me use this trick, you are enough to be proud of your peers." ”

Mingzhe still had a smile on his face, and he said with a feeling like a spring breeze: "Fourth junior brother, senior brother asks for advice." But he muttered in his heart: "Is it finally going to be shown?" ”

I saw Qi Fuhua roaring wildly, a green robe suddenly exploded, countless black qi emanated, his eyes glowed red, and his entire face was mutated.

"This is the Demon Clan, the Fourth Senior Brother turned out to be the Demon Clan, he is a spy of the Demon Clan, how is this possible?" When the people of Shanhai Pavilion saw Qi Fuhua's demonic aura and face, they suddenly burst into countless discussions, and they were even ready to fight, and their eyes showed deep disgust, the hatred of the demon race, for the human beings in this world, it was unforgivable.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand in the Western Desert, how many human bones are unburied, the green mountains and green waters, how many laughter and laughter, withered overnight, the bones are piled up like a mountain, and the grievances are 100,000 miles long, and the purgatory on earth is nothing more than that!

It has become the kingdom of the demons, and the bones of the ancestors are sleepless, how dare the human race forget? The tragedy of a thousand years ago has been recorded and handed down with every stroke, and the hatred of the demon clan is difficult to write.

Mingzhe's eyes burst into flames, and his momentum instantly became violent, guessing that it was one thing, and confirming it was another thing, a killing intent directly locked on Qi Fuhua, and shouted: "Demon clan, what a demon clan, today I will sacrifice you to the ancestors of my clan." ”

The purple light in Mingzhe's hand bloomed, and the talent rushed out, flying in the air, countless purple fonts were formed, floating in the air, as the last word fell, the purple mang rose sharply, turning into a swordsman, holding a wine jug in his left hand and taking a sip at will, and shouted: "The sword of the great river comes from the sky." A three-foot long sword appeared in the swordsman's hand out of thin air, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and the swordsman moved with the wind, and his mouth even chanted:

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

"This is the spirit of poetry, the senior brother turned out to be a spirit of poetry, this can only be done by Xiucai!"

"Senior brother, kill that demon spy and avenge our human race."

"Senior brother, the junior brothers are wrong to blame you, you have to be careful!"

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Exclamations, surprises, hatred, concerns, and voices are endless.

A trace of surprise appeared in Qi Fuhua's blood-red eyes, but it was submerged in an instant, countless demonic qi gathered, and a tall demonic qi giant shadow appeared, laughing wildly: "Mingzhe, I didn't expect you to be able to become a spirit in poetry, but so what?" My bloodline has already returned to the Holy Saint, refining a holy demon clone, what can you do to me? ”

The Holy Demon Clone and the swordsman fought together in an instant, only to see one demonic qi rolling, and the other sword qi permeating, which was unexpectedly comparable.

Mingzhe's eyes flashed with deep surprise, this holy demon clone is so strong, this "Chivalrous Journey" summoned Li Taibai, who is known as a poet immortal and a sword immortal! It seems that the merry people of this world are not inferior to Blue Star.

At this time, Qi Fuhua rushed towards Mingzhe with a dodge, Mingzhe was overjoyed, fighting in close quarters, and couldn't ask for it.

The two figures were intertwined, and everyone could only vaguely see the two figures colliding constantly, and the speed was so fast that everyone couldn't tell who was higher.

There was a continuous sound of impact in the field, stirring up countless dust, gradually blocking everyone's sight, and suddenly heard Qi Fuhua shouting: "The Holy Demon is possessed." ”

I saw that the Holy Demon clone in the sky who was fighting with the swordsman instantly turned into a ghostly light and burrowed into the dust, and at the same time, the swordsman also burst out with a long roar, turning into a streamer and burrowing into the dust.

When Mingzhe saw Qi Fuhua, whose breath was soaring, he also summoned the poetry spirit back, and in an instant, the poetry spirit possessed his body, and his breath skyrocketed at the same time.

Qi Fuhua's eyes were full of red light, like two sharp swords coming towards Mingzhe, Mingzhe swung his sword upward, two sword sounds sounded, and the red light was shattered.

Qi Fuhua looked hideous, folded his hands, and shouted: "The holy fire extinguishes the world." Seeing a black flame appear above his hands, as if even the air around him had been distorted, Qi Fuhua let out a heart-rending scream.