As soon as the words fell, Wu Yong had already pulled out the long knife on his waist!

It was obviously early in the morning, but Xiao Qingguan and the two of them seemed to be lit up with a bright moonlight in front of them.

When he looked at it again, the sword light had already fallen in front of Jun Jue's eyes.

Kill the old ones first, and the little ones are so afraid!

It's really a quick knife like the moon and a clear wind, and I laughed at the Taoist priest's legs!

This ancient moon knife has followed Wu Yong since he began to practice, all the way to today, I don't know how many opponents have died under his extremely fast sword.

Even the people in the middle channel have commented that if Wu Yong enters the foundation building realm, with just this hand, he will be the second master of the Zhongtong Gate.

Although the two brothers were unhappy, they were indeed very jealous of the ancient moon knife in Wu Yong's hand.

Otherwise, how could his two brothers be so worried about Wu Yong's entry into the foundation building realm?

Guyue knife in hand, I have it in the world!

Especially the temptation of Zhuji Dan is in front, this knife, Wu Yong thinks that whether it is the strength or angle of the knife, it is the best this year!

Old Taoist, you are dead!

Jun Jue had long been guarding against Wu Yong, and as soon as Wu Yong's sword light came out of the sheath, he squinted and flashed to the side.

However, only listening to the sound of "snort", the person could dodge, but the wide Taoist robe was not spared, and the sleeve robe of the left arm was instantly torn from the shoulder, and the cloth was scattered all over the ground.

"Huh? Escaped? ”

"Huh? Didn't even dodge? ”

Wu Yong and Jun Jue Lao Dao spoke at the same time, and the doubts in their words were surprisingly consistent.

The two glanced at each other, and both felt that the other party was a little unusual, and quickly opened a distance.

Jun Jue sighed, and his old face was lonely: "You don't see, one day I won't even be able to dodge the sword of a Qi refining cultivator, so what can I ......do?"

When Wu Yong heard this, a breath of anger surged up in his chest!

Okay, you old guy, hide and hide, what are you pretending!

"Look at the knife again!"

Wu Yong held the knife in both hands, and the twelve righteous paths on his body lit up at the same time, which was a symbol of the peak of qi refining!

For a while, a strong wind suddenly rose in front of Xiao Qingguan, and the wind that rolled up bent the flowers and plants at the feet of the three of them, and a large amount of spiritual energy gathered into the Guyue Knife!

Seeing this, Jun Jue's face changed greatly!

This Wu Yong is really powerful, and the power of this sword gathering alone is no less than that of a monk who has just stepped into the foundation building realm.

If it was in the past, Jun Jue Lao Dao would naturally not take this power into account, but now, the situation is stronger than people.

But even so, maybe it's identity, maybe it's age, maybe it's just habit......

Jun Jue shouted loudly, blocked in front of Jiang Chou, and shouted!

"Sorrow back off!"

"I'll stop him!"

As he spoke, he raised his arms and picked up a circle in front of him, his sleeve making a loud noise in the wind.

The other naked, thin arm looked like a thin old twig that would shatter at the slightest touch.

A faint spiritual power seeped out of his palm, turning into a white jade-like disc that protected the two of them.

"Go!"

Wu Yong shouted, held the knife high above his head with both hands, and slashed it fiercely!

"Boom"

Countless sword lights instantly rushed to his face and landed on the disc in front of Jun Jue Lao Dao.

"Crackle Crackle"

The sound of a crash like a rain crashing on a window sounded in an instant.

Jun Jue's face changed, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood!

It's black!

The figure couldn't help but retreat, and his brows were squeezed.

"Hahaha, you, too weak!"

Ahead, Wu Yong laughed wildly, constantly waving the Ancient Moon Knife in his hand, and the layers of wave-like sword light seemed to be endless.

At this time, Jiang Chou's face changed.

It's not because he thinks Wu Yong's sword light is dazzling, but because he found that Jun Jue seemed to have aged for decades after spitting out that mouthful of black blood, and the old man who was already skinny and bones now looked almost dying!

How does this work?

Jun Jue Lao Dao is gone, isn't Xiaoqingguan unable to get together the three of them again?

In a hurry, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Dao.

Who wants Jun Jue to have the strength that he didn't know where to go, shook his palm open, and shouted loudly:

"Don't panic! I am the head of Xiaoqingguan for one day, and I am the head of Xiaoqingguan for the rest of my life! ”

"Whoever dares to hurt my little Qingguan disciple today must first step over the old man's corpse!"

"Hahaha! I want the old man to be in the world for hundreds of years, and he deserves to die here today! ”

"Yes! Even if I die today, I will ......"

"Master!"

Jiang Chou couldn't hold back any longer, and stepped forward and pressed Jun Jue's shoulders heavily.

This time he used a little strength, but Jun Jue couldn't break away.

Jun Jue looked back in astonishment, his proud speech was not over, and the expression on his face was still between heroic and angry.

Seeing Jiang Chou looking at him seriously, he said, "Come for me." ”

……

It's not a big talk, let alone a three-point blood, and even the number of words is only four.

But Jun Jue and Wu Yong were stunned when they heard this.

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment and felt that it was too funny, so he laughed out loud: "Hahaha, what kind of touching master-apprentice friendship is this?" But even the head is not my opponent, you are a disciple, can you cultivate higher than the head? ”

However, the next moment, he was stunned to see that the old boss who was originally determined to die with him suddenly seemed to have woken up to something, and the intention of dying on his face disappeared in an instant, and the expression on his face was ...... It's a bit ...... Clever?

It's like a kitten that is babbling and about to bite is lifted by the owner on the back of the neck.

"Oh, forget about this stubble, please worry about it."

Jun Jue replied, took small steps and retreated to the side, stood against the wall with low eyebrows, and gave up the battlefield to Jiang Chou.

The old Taoist priest raised his head and glanced at Wu Yong again, and shook his head with a sigh, his face full of regret.

Isn't this old Taoist priest crazy?

Do you really want to let yourself stand up and die?

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, and then found that he had done this himself, and he couldn't help but feel a lot more normal.

At this time, a small head poked out of the courtyard wall of Xiaoqingguan, which was Chonglou.

Chonglou glanced at the situation in the field, and saw that Jiang Chou was about to make a move, so he couldn't help but let out a "oh open", squinted at Wu Yong, and said:

"You're done!"

……

Wu Yong was really angry this time.

In this small Qingguan, one is counted as one, and they are all very long-lived!

He didn't stop anymore, even if he smashed the courtyard wall with a knife, he didn't care.

So he took a deep breath, gently stroked the back of the Gu Yue knife with the palm of his left hand, and then slowly retracted the knife into the sheath.

This is not a truce, but his strongest sword!

This sword once allowed him to obtain the position of the elder of the Zhongtong Sect with the peak realm of qi refining!

This knife has impressed countless good girls on him!

This knife once made him cut off the head of the foundation monk!

The name "does not lift"!

Take the meaning "I don't even have to raise a knife, the knife light can take your life"!

It's really overbearing.

"I'm going to cut it...... You might die! ”

The blade of the knife was not unsheathed, but the light of the knife had been spread, and the moonlight was like a rope for life, rolling towards Jiang Chou like a snake.

Jiang Chou was expressionless and took off the peachwood sword behind his back.

Feel free to wave.

"Boom!"

The majestic sword qi was like a group of dragons pouring out of the nest, and in an instant, it engulfed those spirit snakes that were not a few points stronger than noodles.

Then it bombarded Wu Yong.

Sleepy Sleepy Sleep...... Groove !!

Wu Yong's eyes were stunned, and he was stupid.