Gu Lai said: "I just asked casually, and I didn't want to know that much." ”

Mu Jiang's face changed again.

Not just because Gu Lai teased him, but at such a time, he dared to tease him

It's worth thinking about in itself.

The ancient literature is polite and does not look stupid.

Mu Jiang came to a conclusion that scholars are not simple.

At the same time, there is a sense of urgency: the night is long and there are many dreams, and the early killing is over!

With a wave of his palm.

The doorman behind him drew his sword, and the light was very white and bright.

When Situ Piao was arrested, the people from the Iron Sword Gate kept releasing news, saying where Situ Piao had fled, you should hurry up, go and arrest it.

I haven't seen them in person.

I don't know what kind of magic the martial arts of the Iron Sword Gate are.

Being able to absorb the power of Bai Lingyu must be extraordinary.

The people who rushed over, judging from the shape, do have a famous style.

The left hand bends the arm forward, horizontally blocking the face, and the right hand holds the sword, which is stretched out behind the back and pointed to the ground.

The cat bends its waist and walks quickly in small steps.

The distance of more than ten zhang walked over, the posture remained unchanged, and the formation was not chaotic.

I haven't seen this kind of picture, I use words to make up for it, absolutely, professional and forked.

Gu Lai did not dismount and waited for them.

Two swords in the face, two swords in the chest, three in the back, and two in the back of the head.

The meaning is obvious, tie Gulai into a hedgehog.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the martial arts of the Iron Sword Gate are three thousand swords.

Say a set of martial arts, three thousand sword moves, endless, impermeable, earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods.

Gu Lai has always believed that this little word, so hard, should be spread by the Iron Sword Gate itself.

If the swordsmanship is performed by one person, it is called 3,000 swords, and if it is used by multiple people, it is called 3,000 sword formations.

In front of Gu Lai, there were three thousand sword formations.

Fast as the wind, as fast as lightning.

The ancient cane, rotating in the palm of the hand, played a knife technique, head-wrapping style.

It's a very common move, and it's a sword practice.

I don't know how to use swordsmanship, and if I have seen others practice knives, I can go up to ninety-nine, and I can walk as soon as I see it.

Gulai wins in speed.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect did not have a single sword piercing the air, but every sword hit the cane.

Crackling and sparks.

Then, even the people with sparks, like water drops on wet clothes, flew out with a flick.

At the moment of stabbing, what they saw was a phantom, not a cane, but a large expanse.

There was a force in the phantom, as if a whirlpool had stirred up in a vacuum, and the sword had been swept in.

As they flew out, some of them saw uneven stones

Some saw blue sky and white clouds, flickering and flickering

There are also pine trees that greet guests.

When he saw the stone, he struck it against it, bleeding and wailing like a pig.

When he sees the blue sky, he flies to the blue sky, blinks, turns into a black dot and disappears.

When he saw the pine tree, he got stuck between the two branches, up, up, down, down, down.

What Mu Jiang saw was a provocation.

It was as if it was a palm, snapping, hitting him in the face.

He grabbed the hilt of his sword and shook it, and the scabbard flew straight to the ancient times.

The scabbard flew very fast, with a scream, maybe not a scream, but a faint thunder.

Gulai was momentarily vigilant.

Ordinary sword moves can't make this kind of sound.

He didn't dare to hold it up any more, drew his sword, crossed the horse, and slammed it through the middle of the scabbard.

A stream of true qi dispersed, like a basin of water spilled out.

The scabbard split in half and shot out, plunging into two stones, very deep.

Gu Lai's body shook and fell to the ground, and his internal organs surged.

In Zhou Ying, he fought against Shi Chao, although there was no winner or loser.

He is a Nirvana Realm martial artist, and there are few in the whole world.

Mu Jiang's true qi seems to be more ferocious than Shi Chao.

It's strange in ancient times, with such a high level of martial arts, if you want to make money, you can become a general if you find a dynasty at will.

Earn money while standing.

Of course, Mu Jiang can also make money now, but he has to kneel, and there is a master behind him.

Gu Lai waved his palm to raise his qi, and shook out the true qi that had invaded his body.

"The kung fu of the predecessors of Mu, I'm afraid that it is above Nirvana, the scholar is curious, who can invite him."

Mu Jiang laughed: "Even if it is the Martial Emperor Realm, he is also a martial artist, nothing unusual." ”

Gu Lai said: "The predecessors want to be monks? ”

I was horrified in my heart, Mu Jiang's true qi just now was clearly not purely martial arts true qi.

The power of Bai Lingyu?

Mu Jiang said: "I didn't think before, Bai Lingyu was lost and recovered, and his power was actually opened, unlike before, every time he exercised, he could only squeeze out a little bit." ”

"In just a few months, I have been promoted from a half-step martial saint to the top of Nirvana, and if I want to be a monk, I am afraid that I will no longer try to hope for extravagance."

Gu Lai Xindao: The power of Bai Lingyu was opened by himself?

"Then haven't you noticed that Bai Lingyu's strength is a lot weaker, are you sure that it can make you a monk?"

Mu Jiang frowned: "How do you know?" ”

Gu Lai said apologetically: "The guard who caught Dao Situ Piao is me." ”

Mu Jiang's eyes were sharp: "You have absorbed the power of Bai Lingyu?" No wonder they caught me. ”

Gu Lai didn't explain it, Bai Lingyu's power, to him, was just magical, and the invisible one was stronger than the fine willow gang.

"But it also helped you."

Mu Jiang smiled: "Yes, I have to thank you, although Bai Lingyu's strength is weak, it is still stronger than Wufu's true qi." ”

"If you hadn't unlocked its power, I would have had to cultivate for two hundred years before I could become a monk."

Obviously, he shouldn't have lived that long.

Gu Lai said: "Wouldn't it be better for Senior Mu to practice in retreat, why stop the scholar here?" ”

Mu Jiang said: "This transaction is not for money, but to go to Mingjian Continent, where it is Monk Continent." ”

Heard about this place for the first time in ancient times.

He only knew that it was Wufu Zhou that was stepping on his feet, and there were very few monks.

According to Mu Jiang, Wufu Continent is the lowest continent.

Maybe after entering the Ming Sword Continent, you can practice.

Such a big temptation, Mu Jiang had to kill them.

I don't have time to say more.

Time is of the essence, and human life is at stake.

He slowly drew his knife.

Mu Jiang was very bullish, and he didn't dare to despise Gu Lai, and he knocked out his nine disciples with one move just now.

It should be the top among the martial arts.

The two were separated by about five or six feet.

Mu Jiang has a sword and a sword qi, and a sword wind in ancient times.

Volleys of you come and go, stone chips flying.

Mu Jiang's cultivation has stepped into the cultivation world in half a step, and strength is no longer the way of martial arts.

Although it is not necessarily stronger than Emperor Wu and Emperor Wu.

That kind of power, the penetration is extremely strong, and the hitting power of the mortal fetus of the flesh is super strong.

Whenever a trace of true qi invades, the meridians vibrate, as if they were about to be burned.

Takeo's body can't withstand the spiritual power of the monk.

Every time Mu Jiang took out a sword, his body moved forward a few inches, and he kept getting closer to Gu Lai, but he didn't show any flaws.

can go forward with the true qi of the fine willow, Gu Lai didn't expect it.

Mu Jiang was able to grab the knife qi with his bare hands, which was even more shocking, bang, crushed with one palm, the real air flowed, and there was a gust of wind.

Gu Lai took a few steps back.

He had to avoid dangerous distances, Mu Jiang's momentum was strong, and it was not suitable for hard steel.

Mu Jiang slashed with another sword, Gu Lai borrowed the sword qi to retreat more than ten zhang, and a lonely light hit him.

Mu Jiang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, crushing.

Gu Lai waved out a palm, and the fine willow gossamer, the sword of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, was absorbed one after another.

Then, with a flicker, the valley was filled with white light.

Gu Lai's body, blending into the light, a sword, a sword, threw away from different directions.

The sword flew past as fast as lightning.

Mu Jiang stretched out his hand one after another and pinched off the flying sword, but it was just a flick of his fingers, eight or nine swords.

Each sword is wrapped in fine willow qi.

There was a thud thumping crack.

Another arc of light, and Mu Jiang's hand didn't have time to retreat.

Gu Lai walked out of the moonlight, didn't see it clearly, and appeared behind Mu Jiang.

Thump!

Mu Jiang fell, blood gushing.

The neck was slashed.

His eyes were a little self-deprecating, and he thought that his martial arts were above the ancients.

I was a little crazy just now

I didn't expect that Gu Lai would kill him in this way.

He almost lost in his brain.

The brain, at all times, is a good thing.

Gu Lai stretched out his hand in the air, and Bai Lingyu tore through Mu Jiang's clothes and flew out.

Fall in the palm of the ancient lai.