He turned into a big man with a beard, looking more than ten years younger, with a long sword at his waist, with a fierce momentum, revealing a sharp edge, like an unsheathed sword, ready to burst out and kill at any time.

Now he is completely different from before, he has completely changed to another person, even if he is familiar with each other, he can't recognize him, and he is deeply confident in his disguise technique Deng Jiuru.

He rode a horse, galloped out of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and went straight north to the Ming Spiegel Sect, he was confident in the disguise technique, he was not afraid of being recognized by others, and the pedestrians on the road did not slow down the horse's speed, but shouted loudly.

After two days of galloping, he had entered a great city thousands of miles away.

In the early morning of the next day, he put the horse in the courtyard of the Qinghe Sword Sect, changed his outfit again, and turned into a graceful and elegant middle-aged man.

He used a unique secret method, the skin on his face was smooth and plump, at first glance he looked no more than thirty years old, and the temperament between his eyebrows was full of vicissitudes, which looked charming.

He wears a long sword at his waist and holds a folding fan in his hand, looking like a boy, as if he ignores mundane things, and the long sword at his waist is just an ornament.

This time he was even more unscrupulous, and his feet performed light skills like the wind, seemingly slow but extremely fast, a few points better than a horse.

In the evening, he was already thousands of miles away, about to enter the realm of the Spiegel Sect, and his heart was slowly letting go, as soon as he arrived at the Spiegel Sect boundary, the Xijiang Gang did not dare to be presumptuous.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the woods golden, and the dense woods exude a bit of mystery, as if there are infinite secrets hidden inside.

He frowned and scanned, cautiously raising his breath, feeling that this dense woods was strange, and there might be an ambush.

"Come out!" he said as he stepped into the woods, and suddenly shouted and paused.

His eyes were as bright as lightning, the woods were silent, and the murmurs of insects were gone.

"Hey!" he pursed his lips and sneered, "Rats with hidden heads and tails, just lie there!"

He sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Good! good!" a low laugh rang out, and four old men in gray floated out of the woods. Silently, it fell like a shadow five feet in front of him.

Deng Jiuru frowned and asked coldly, "Who are you?!"

"Why should Master Deng pretend to be confused?" a thin old man in gray shook his head and said, "Master Deng's ability to transform himself is indeed not small. But the head of the dignified faction still plays this little trick, which is shameful!"

Deng Jiuru's heart sank when he saw them, and he knew that it was not good, but he didn't want to reveal his identity until the last moment, so he hugged his fists and wanted to get by.

He frowned and glared at the four of them, shaking his head: "Inexplicable!"

The thin gray-clothed old man shook his head and smiled: "Master Deng is really not atmospheric enough. It's still a fool at this time!"

Deng Jiuru was determined to pretend to the end, and said in a deep voice: "Who are the four of you, inexplicable, you want to fight, don't you?"

"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you!" The thin gray-clothed old man shook his head helplessly and waved his hand. Together with the other three, they pounced on Deng Jiuru.

"Looking for death!" Deng Jiuru shouted angrily, and the sword light skyrocketed, like a pear blossom blooming at the same time, which was dizzying.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" The four gray-clothed old men bent their fingers to the sword, their nails were hard, and they collided with the long sword to make a clear sound like gold and iron, which was endless.

Deng Jiuru's heart kept sinking, in order to take the lead. He left no stone unturned. A few swords contain his lifelong cultivation, but the four of them can't.

Their cultivation is already one line higher than themselves. The four of them joined forces again, Deng Jiuru secretly gritted his teeth, and could only use the last one!

After he took a deep breath, his body swelled violently, and then shrank, the whole figure shrunk in a circle, and suddenly the sword light more than doubled.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" The sound was even more urgent, and an old man in gray snorted, his wrist was stabbed, his right wrist was already injured, and his left hand was also injured at this time.

"Good ......" The old man in gray laughed angrily, floated back two feet away, and stared at Deng Jiuru.

His hands were broken and weak, and he could only count on his companions for revenge.

Deng Jiu's body was like a ghost, his sword was like lightning, he injured one person but felt that the pressure suddenly increased, and the power from the fingers of the three gray-clothed old men was even stronger.

Fortunately, his strength doubled and he was able to barely hold on, but the strength of the three of them became stronger and stronger, and he was getting more and more struggling and couldn't stand it.

The three gray-clothed old men shook their heads, they deserved to be the heads of a faction, and they had a mastery at the bottom of the box, which was not so easy to solve, and they didn't want to make a little effort.

"Bang!" The three of them suddenly struck their companions with their palms, making a muffled thunderous sound, and suddenly the gray-clothed hunting drifted, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and their bodies were steep.

"Bang!" Deng Jiuru flew out.

He spewed out a bloody arrow in the air, glaring desperately at the approaching three gray-clothed old men, knowing that his life was going to rest here.

Unwilling and angry boiled and rolled in his chest, he looked up to the sky and roared, but his voice was hoarse and weak, and the injury consumed his strength.

"Bang!" he hit the ground heavily, the thick and soft leaves could not melt away his pain, there was no pain in his body, and several internal forces jumped in the meridians, like a knife scraping and cutting.

He endured the pain and slowly got up, and the three gray-clothed old men approached, looked down at him, and the thin old man said in a deep voice: "What are the last words of Master Deng to confess?"

Deng Jiuru sneered, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and said coldly: "If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect!"

"Then we're welcome!" The thin old man shook his head: "If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being the head of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and you are a good man after eighteen years!"

As he spoke, he raised his palm and slammed it on the top of Deng Jiuru's head, and Deng Jiuru closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Whew!" a whistling sound came, and the palm of the thin old man's original blow was raised sharply, blocking his chest, "Bang!" He stepped back.

His feet made two deep marks in the ground, and after ten feet he stopped, staggering, and his face flushed as if he was drunk.

Li Muchan appeared beside Deng Jiuru, shook his head and said, "Master Deng, I don't want to show up." ”

Deng Jiuru turned his head and smiled at him: "Li Shaoxia, you saved my life again!"

Li Muchan said with a smile: "Master Deng, you owe me my life, this time I didn't do what I was ordered...... How's it going, can you hold on?"

"I can't die!" Deng Jiuru nodded slowly: "Okay, I owe you my life!"

Pulled out of the despair of dying, gratitude surging in his chest, he was not afraid of death but did not want to die, especially when he was facing death, he suddenly came back to life, this surprise impact was extremely strong.

Li Muchan turned his head to look at the four gray-clothed old men, shook his head and said, "The general of the defeated army has nothing to say, you guys get out!"

The thin old man's face was ugly, the red cloud retreated into pale, and he was as haggard as a flower that had been in drought for a long time and was about to wither: "Li Wuji, don't think that we are afraid of you!"

Li Muchan smiled: "It seems that you all know my details!"

The thin old man squinted at him and sneered disdainfully: "Why can't we deal with the Mirror Sect, and we can't deal with the Tianyuan Pavilion?!"

Li Muchan's face also became ugly, and he squinted his eyes slightly: "You are looking for death!"

"Then you try it!" the thin old man snorted, "As long as we send a message to the past, your Tianyuan Pavilion will disappear!"

Li Muchan stared at him for a while with slightly squinted eyes, and suddenly smiled: "It's not small, but I don't believe it!"

He flashed behind the thin old man, and a sword light slashed across the old man's throat, "uh......" The thin old man clutched his throat and fell. (To be continued.) )