Wu Zaigu opened his indifferent eyes at this time, and his hands calmly and forcefully grasped the sharp rod beside him that had withdrawn his tentacles, and walked towards the young man from behind.

He pointed the tip at the boy, bowed, his eyes focused, waiting for the moment to strike.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Wu Zaigu turned his head suddenly, his body was as tense as a bowstring, one hand pressed the handle of the knife, and squinted at the door.

The footsteps came closer, stopping in front of the door, followed by a knock.

Wu Zaigu frowned, and the white-robed man drew his dagger and walked over slowly.

However, before he could get there, the door was pushed open.

An old man with a roe deer head rat brain came in, and when he saw someone, he let out two trademark laughs.

"Hey...... Coming back? You weren't here just now. That one...... Hey...... Two immortal elders, can you also give me a cup of immortal water to drink, you see, I also have it on my head-eh! Brother Pei, you're here, you, you can help me say a good word-"

Lao Xiangzi's voice was suddenly cut off, and the whole person hugged his abdomen like a worm, staring at the white-robed man in front of him wordlessly, blood flowing down from the corners of his mouth.

The white-robed man drew his dagger back, waved his arm and shook off the shriveled old man who was holding his forearm like a mouse, and walked back to the middle of the ceremony without looking at it.

Wu Zaigu cast a sneering glance at the old man who was "ho-ho" on the ground, and unlike most boring cultists, he always liked to harvest happiness from people.

But after all, there was still business, so he quickly turned his attention back to the present.

Then a question arose from the bottom of my heart: why not start yet?

As if to answer this question, the young man in front of him suddenly turned around.

A bottle of viscous liquid splashed on his face, so close that he almost poured directly on his body.

Wu Zaigu's heart tightened, and his body twisted into an incredible arc, dodging it indiscriminately, not letting a drop of liquid stick to his skin.

But in the next second, the tricky dagger was already attached to the chest.

True Qi surged through the meridians like a storm, and Wu Zaigu fell straight and straight, and then flew out close to the ground, narrowly dodging the blow again.

After flying out of the two feet, Wu Zaigu turned over and stood up, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

The proximity of this raid, the suddenness of the outburst, and the rapidity of the stabbing caused cold sweat to ooze from his body under his black robe.

He immediately understood that this was the fish that slipped through the net last night!

However, when he raised his eyes and looked again, the other party had already shot the dagger in his hand into the throat of the white-robed man who had just reacted.

Wu Zaigu tilted his head, didn't rush to make a move, first held the rod and pointed at it, and the remaining six people left the room, and then he calmly and respectfully put the "dragon tongue" back in place.

Looking back at the young man who was pulling out the second dagger from his waist, Wu Zaigu leaned over and dusted off the dirt on the upper of his shoes, and said slowly: "Why aren't you affected by the dragon's tongue 'Immortal Monarch Summoning Spirit'?" ”

Pei Ye didn't say a word, and his body was like a pressed spring.

Only when you are single and face this person can you truly feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

He opened the [Quail Head] and swallowed Xiao Jiaoxin, his reaction, strength, and speed were already several times that of before, and under such unprepared conditions, he didn't even cut through the opponent's robe.

Seeing that Pei Ye didn't answer, Wu Zaigu was not annoyed, and said, "Fortunately, you are here this time, otherwise I will suffer from the dragon tongue devouring body again...... That's a really uncomfortable feeling......"

Speaking of this, Wu Zaigu seemed to finally remember the pain brought to him by the young man in front of him, and as the words bit out word by word, his eyes became violent.

In an instant, Pei Ye's hair was cold, he saw the other party's hand stretched out to his waist, he saw a cold light being pulled out, and he saw the other party twist his wrist and show the back of the knife.

Then, that cold light was already in front of you!

Even with the blessing of the [Quail Head], Pei Ye still couldn't see the process, he almost instinctively set up the dagger, "Bell! "Blocked it!

Those injuries and backlashes have no impact on the other party!

But the next moment, the dagger flew directly out of his palm, and Pei Li faced such a master for the first time, even if the other party was seriously injured and weak, the knife that was split brought Pei Lishan the same feeling as bumping into it.

But fortunately, he blocked the knife after all.

However, Pei Ye's happiness was not completely overflowing, the knife was like a flexible poisonous snake, and it was in a very small space, in a situation where there was no accumulation of strength, and the side knife slashed and slashed at Pei Ye's waist!

The power of this knife was so great that Pei Li's whole person flew out,

This is the privilege of true qi.

The purpose of this knife is to paralyze people without dying, after all, it is a sacrifice, and it can not be killed. The mark on the forehead changed from a life-saving charm to a life-preserving charm at this moment.

Pei Ye fell heavily to the ground and smashed on the body of the white-robed man.

The dagger was still standing upright on that neck, and the blood was already pouring out. Pei Ye's eyes fell on the corpse's waist for the first time.

"Hmm...... You swallowed that artifact? Wu Zaigu noticed that the young man's waist bone was not broken, "In this way, I have left too much strength." ”

Wu Zaigu smiled slightly, under the two swords, the young man's strength has been exposed, and the third knife can solve him without accident.

Pei Ye was just about to struggle to get up, but Wu Zaigu had already pounced in front of him again.

This time it was an unreserved knife, and the rich true qi poured into the blade was already visible to the naked eye, and Pei Ye didn't have time to stand up at all.

There would have been no more surprises.

But the unexpected still happened.

Because the boy held the sword.

He's not standing up, he's drawing his sword.

This is a premature figure, a sword on the next gram, and the cold light brings up the blood stains on the ground, like a sea of silver dragon blood.

This is a sword that should never appear here, it should appear on the Yunlang Asking Sword Platform, it should appear in front of the Tianmen Sword Test, it should appear in the Shenjing Martial Arts, and it should even appear on the Five Seas and Kyushu Feather Scale Test!

Wu Zaigu knew that there was nothing wrong with his knife, and this knife would definitely be able to split the boy in half. But the opponent's sword might pierce his throat faster, of course, at the same time, or more slowly—because he couldn't see the path of the silver dragon clearly, and he couldn't judge, let alone block.

Does he dare to bet?

As he got closer, the young man's determined expression became clearer, and there was no wavering in his gaze.

This is an inexplicable situation, because barefoot people are always not afraid to wear shoes.

Wu Zaigu bit his teeth, his body drifted backwards in a long arc, and he fell back to the door, looking at Pei Li with a gloomy expression.

Pei Ye slowly pulled away, put out a standard sword frame, and solemnly faced the first real strong enemy in his life.

No matter how high your realm is, no matter how strong your true qi is, you will not give birth to scale armor in the vital places. You can kill me with a single move, but I don't need a second sword if I slit your throat.