"Rhubarb?"

Hearing this, the old man Kurong suddenly turned hideous.

Isn't this pedal the name of a dog?

You Yan Wushuang dare to compare me with a dog?

"That's right, it's rhubarb."

"If you like, I'll call you Daikoku from today onwards, how about it?"

Yan Wushuang took out half of the sugar gourd again and said with a smile.

"You!"

The old man Kurong opened his eyes angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Wushuang, after so many years, your sharp teeth and sharp mouth have not changed at all!"

"Why do you want to change it?"

"Scolding is my forte, just like now, you can't even raise your head as much as I can scold, do you believe it?"

Yan Wushuang glanced at the old man Kurong lightly, and after pondering for a moment, his soul suddenly asked, "By the way, after so many years, why haven't you died of old age?"

"Bastard!"

"When I was the Lord of the Three Altars, you were still playing with mud behind the ass of the Heavenly Heart Sword Master, who gave you the confidence to dare to talk to me like this!"

The old man Kurong was about to be blown up, and said angrily.

"Where did you get the confidence?"

"Of course it's my strength!"

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang smiled slightly, then raised the sugar gourd and waved it at the old man Kurong:

"If you don't believe it, you try!"

Swish!

The sugar gourd slashed out a sword light, and it fell from the sky with great ferocity, slashing straight down.

It seems that he wants to divide the old man from head to toe, in two!

"All things are swords, you ...... Have you broken through to the top?"

The old man Kurong showed a look of horror, and hurriedly cast the blood transformation magic technique, and raised his cultivation to the level of Yuanying Dacheng, so he could barely resist this sword, and said in a deep voice.

The waves are surging in my heart!

Damn, what kind of demon is this woman?

Hundreds of years ago, she had just broken through to Sword Immortal Xiaocheng, and now goodbye, this is the peak of Sword Immortal!

"Peak?"

"No, no, I haven't stepped into this level yet."

"You can't bear it, it's not that I'm too strong, it's just that you're too weak."

Yan Wushuang smiled slightly and continued to taste the sugar gourd:

"But you can actually withstand the sword light I slashed out with the sugar gourd, which is indeed a bit of progress compared to back then."

"Poof!"

Hearing this, the old man Kurong couldn't hold back directly, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

I don't know if it's a sudden attack or if I'm angry!

"Yan Wushuang, your sharp-toothed kung fu is now perfect!"

"You just continue to be arrogant, sooner or later, you will completely bury your Confucian Academy just like you killed the Heavenly Heart Sword Master in the first place!"

The old man Kurong said fiercely.

And Yan Wushuang's smile disappeared in an instant!

Click!

The sugar gourd is crushed.

The temperature between heaven and earth was instantly lowered!

The aura is ***, as if condensing countless spirit swords, pointing at the old man Kurong.

"Old ghost, I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language, repeat what you just said!"

Yan Wushuang stared coldly at the old man Kurong.

This time, what she has in her hand is no longer a sugar gourd, but the ordinary plain sword to the extreme!

Excalibur!

And it's the best sword!

"You...... What do you want to do?"

"Yan Wushuang, I am the master of the three altars of the Blood Sect, and I have a high status, is it difficult for you to dare to make a move on me...... Ahh

The old man's face changed greatly.

But his identity is here, and he can only bite the bullet and move the blood sect.

But before he could finish speaking, one of his arms was gone!

"My divine sword can cut all things in heaven and earth without leaving a trace, if you make any more noise, the next sword will cut off your dog's head!"

Yan Wushuang was carrying a divine sword that was longer than himself, looking completely incongruous.

But this momentum makes people can't help but feel fear from the heart!

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The old man Kurong's face turned pale, covered his broken arm, and asked through gritted teeth.

Although the broken arm was not fatal to a Yuan Infant Realm powerhouse like him, he could even recondense a new arm in minutes.

But the vitality of the loss is real!

Don't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

This woman is a madman!

Now in the entire Nanzhou, the only one who dares to argue with her is probably the first peak master of the Sword Sect!

"I'm naturally here for my unsuccessful disciple."

Yan Wushuang said coldly, "His name is Yang Fan, you should have heard of it, right?"

"What!"

"Yang Fan is your disciple? How is this possible?"

Hearing this, the old man Kurong's face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "Didn't you close the Sword Academy for three hundred years and no longer accept disciples?"

"Grandma is willing, can you manage it?"

Yan Wushuang replied mercilessly:

"Let me tell you straight, Yang Fan is not only my disciple, but also the Holy Son of my Sword Academy. Your disciples can make a move, but if you old dog dares to interfere, your aunt and grandmother will break your legs!"

"You ......"

The old man Kurong's face turned pale.

Angry, angry in his heart!

When has he ever been so threatened by a female doll?

But on the contrary, Yan Wushuang is really the one he can't afford to offend!

Don't look at her small size, when she cuts someone, it's really a dead hand!

"Old ghost, I'm talking to you, do you hear?"

"My patience is limited, if you play dead for me again, then don't blame me for using my sword!"

Yan Wushuang squinted his eyes and said coldly.

"Stay...... Stop!"

"I promise you that I won't do it personally, but you also have to promise me that you won't personally target my Blood Sect disciples!"

Seeing this, the old man Kurong hurriedly said.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm not interested in Yan Wushuang yet."

"I've put the ugly words here, you'd better not play tricks on me, otherwise, I'll straighten your lap legs!"

When Yan Wushuang heard this, he snorted coldly, glanced at the old man Kurong, and his figure gradually dissipated.

"Bastard!"

The old man gritted his teeth, and sparks appeared in his eyes.

If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would definitely kill Yan Wushuang to vent his anger!

"Three...... Three altar masters, what should we do next?"...

"If you don't make a move, I'm afraid we won't be Yang Fan's opponents!"

The two Blood Sect Holy Sons couldn't help but ask weakly at this moment.

"You shit!"

"If you had done it earlier, why should I have been so humiliated by that woman!"

The old man Kurong glared angrily at the two holy sons, and the anger in his heart could not be quenched.

He actually shot directly, slapped one of them into a blood mist, absorbed the blood source, and used it to restore his broken arm!

Poof!

"The Lord of the Three Altars spares his life...... Spare ......

The only remaining Holy Son of the Blood Sect was already frightened, kneeling on the ground, trembling incessantly.

"Humph! I won't kill you today, but I will give your altar master a face."

"Go, now contact the master of your family, and ask him to send the disciples under the seat, I want Yang Fan to die without a place to be buried!"

The old man squinted his eyes and said coldly.