At the top of that mountain peak, the young man Mu Yu slowly walked out and shouted towards the pavilion on the side of Han Ben: "Come out and die." ”

Li Zhong wanted to stop it, but when he saw that Mu Yu had already taken out a painting, he didn't open his mouth again, and only retreated to protect the remaining four people, his face was a little gloomy.

Han Ben sighed, he has been used as a marionette for so many years, and in the end he is not as good as a child?

The Zhuang Chen in the pavilion opened his eyes and twisted his neck, slowly walked out of the small pavilion, and said coldly: "Little cub, I really don't know how to write dead words?

Zhang Muliu thought of Yuan Lu, and then thought of Li Zhong's words, and then thought of the rusty short sword that was promised, and said in his heart, Could it be that the short sword is the treasure of the sect? Then the mountain where the old dog is located is too shabby.

Zhang Muliu took off the hosta on his head, rolled up his sleeves, covered the scarf tied to his arm, turned his head and asked, "Where is the mountain where Han Ben is located?"

Sima Zhuo sighed and said: "Han Ben has never shown his true face, every time he talks to Luo Yu secretly, it is this young man who comes to pick him up. All I know is that he is on the seashore three hundred miles north of Qucheng, and there is a crane sect, and I have never found out that he is a monk before. As for the young man in the realm of refining the void, it is even more hidden. ”

Song Yuan on the side interjected, "When I was young, I traveled to Niuhezhou, and I actually went to Li Zhong's mountain, and there was a big demon in their sect to worship, crossing the realm of tribulation, and getting a little bit of golden-winged Dapeng blood. ”

Zhang Muliu let out a long sigh and said with a smile: "Then do you say that this Zhuang Chen, who has not been suppressed in the realm and is in the refining period, can withstand a wisp of divine thought in the realm of tribulation?"

Song Yuan smiled slightly, and said softly: "Who doesn't have a big backer?"

The two swordsmen looked at each other, and they both laughed.

Sima Zhuo looked at the blind Taoist, as if the blind Taoist could see it, he also turned his head to Sima Zhuo, and the two of them were confused.

The blue-shirted swordsman smiled: "Mr. Zhang wants to slash the void with a sword?"

The white-clothed swordsman smiled slightly, poured a sip of wine, and said indifferently: "It depends on the nature of these two people." ”

The two of them did not make a sound, Sima Zhuo heard it in his ears and was shocked in his face.

In that place of struggle, Mu Yu heard the word "flat hair", and immediately changed his face, directly stretched out his hand to spread out the painting, and said coldly: "If you survive, you will be poor with the little master." ”

In the painting, there was a large peng with a slightly golden coat, and at the moment when the scroll was spread, a phantom suddenly swept out, and bursts of neighing resounded through the sky.

The Dapeng phantom looked straight at Zhuang Chen and said, "Xiao'er, come and die." ”

Zhuang Chen returned it, but Han Ben couldn't bear the aura of the catastrophe, and his body was almost shattered. The man with a narrow ruler on his back sat on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice a little like a woman, "Childe...... Save me. ”

The young man in white didn't reply, but said coldly: "I've been pretending to be in front of me for twenty years, which shoe I wear first when I get up, I guess that shrew knows, right?"

The cracks in Han Ben's body became worse and worse, and after a few breaths, a shell like the dirt outside the flower chicken, shattered all over the ground, turning into a very handsome woman in blue.

The corners of Zhang Muliu's mouth twitched, and he blurted out the sentence "I'll go" without holding back.

Zhang Mu turned his head and looked at the three people around him carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he said: "If you want to change, change quickly, don't wait for a while to be scary, if you turn over like there later, our buddy love will be here." ”

There were two people who replied with white eyes, and the blind Taoist thought, but the guy was not complete.

It seems to be a joke, but it is actually Zhang Muliu's true words.

After coming here, first the old guy borrowed the treasure to enter the Hedao, and then Song Yuan ran out from the group of martial artists from Qucheng. Good guy, the one who was the apprentice was originally the uncle, and the one who was the master was shattered and became a girl.

Zhang Muliu kept slandering, and said in his heart that if this old blind man became a great monk in the future, he Zhang Muliu would not be surprised.

The "Han Ben" wailed non-stop, and the real body slowly cracked, and Zhuang Chen finally waved his hand and knocked Han Ben, who had turned into a woman, out of that place.

Zhang Muliu poked Song Yuan with his elbow and said with a smile: "Brother Song doesn't have a daughter-in-law yet, right?

The green-shirted swordsman just smiled slightly, and actually said in his heart: "I can't beat you, so I let you say." ”

The woman in blue flew out upside down and slammed into a palace, smashing a large part of the palace that was already crumbling, and there was no movement after the dust settled.

On the other hand, looking at that mountain peak, the Dapeng Phantom saw that Zhuang Chen was still standing there, and suddenly fanned his wings, and two strong winds swept away, and most of the mountain peaks were destroyed in an instant.

Mu Yu grinned and said to himself, "This is here to be funny, right?"

But as soon as the words fell, the young man's face changed.

Because the Zhuang Chen was holding a wooden statue in his hand, the two strong winds only made it stain some dust.

Zhuang Chen sneered and said: "As long as you have a backer, I'm surprised, you said that a flat-haired animal and a bastard born should have a pinch of bird feathers, or a pair of wings, why are you such a little mongrel?"

Mu Yu finally restrained his smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Grandpa, let's kill him, shall we?"

Zhuang Chen just smiled slightly, and said to the wooden statue: "Did you hear that? ”

The wooden statue also suddenly soared, and a middle-aged man's phantom that was not inferior to the size of the Dapeng phantom appeared out of thin air, holding a peachwood sword, and with a random pick, the Dapeng phantom was dispersed.

Zhuang Chen smiled again, stretched out his hand to cover the wooden statue, "It's pretty much the same, there is a look like Lao Tzu." ”

Li Zhong came over in an instant, grabbed Mu Yu, sacrificed the Linglong Pagoda to tear the canopy into the sky, and prepared to escape.

But Zhuang Chen is in the realm of refining the void, and he has not been suppressed.

The young man sacrificed a hundred zhang of law, and raised his hand to slap a face, and scattered a total of five people, including the Linglong Pagoda and Li Zhong.

But on the other side, there was a big dog, carrying five people who had already left this treasure land.

Zhuang chanted non-stop, "Good dog!"

After saying that, the convergence law phase instantly went outside, glanced around but didn't see Zhang Muliu, and went straight to the group of martial artists from Qucheng.

The young man in white, who was also in white, squinted and smiled, "I like that sword very much, if you hand it over, you can get out alive." ”

Zhang Muliu withdrew in an instant, and drew a sword qi dome with the flying sword Nanshan to protect everyone in Qucheng. Sima Zhuo instantly went over to protect the front, and Song Yuan also sacrificed his natal sword and turned over to his disciple's side.

The blind Taoist's lips trembled, and he whispered, "Brother, are you poking to death?"

Zhang Muliu said angrily: "Poke a fart." ”

The blind old man didn't give up, so he simply spoke directly: "Then do you have any wood carvings and stone carvings or anything like that?"

Zhang Muliu didn't want to deal with him, turned around and kicked him into the sword qi shield, then pulled out You Fang, looked at that Zhuang Chen, and grinned, "You want?"

Zhuang Chen smiled and nodded, but the young man in white with a wooden hairpin laughed and said, "Call your father out again!"

When the blind Taoist who had been hiding heard this, he sighed, "My brother is hard. ”

Zhuang Chen shook his head and sighed, looking quite helpless, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the woman who was buried in the ruins, and gently stroked her cheek with his hand, and suddenly became imposing.

"You're the one who raised the unicorn? You also have a portrait? You also have a painting of the unicorn?"

Zhang Muliu smiled strangely, took out the sword token, and took out the previous portrait for a long time, but after taking it for a while, he stuffed it back, and then said with a smile: "There is a portrait, but I still want to kill you with my own hands." ”

I saw that the white clothes suddenly turned into black clothes, which was diametrically opposed to the bright and mirror-like You Fang in his hand.

This time, there was no endless evil qi, but a cyan flame shrouded his body, and the aura of the four or five lines gathered on its own, and it was divided into yin and yang, condensing two swimming fish, one black and one white, cruising on Zhang Muliu's side.

The aura of the black-clothed young man skyrocketed, and he instantly became a Hedao sword cultivator.

Zhuang Chen sneered: "Why do you love to jump twice, can't you die well?"

Zhang Muliu looked at this young man who was not much older than himself and whose face was much thicker, and said with a smile: "We can fight to break this world." ”

Zhuang Chen waved his hand and sacrificed the Linglong Pagoda that he had just left, and the pagoda turned into an optimus pillar, holding the sky to the death.

A young man with a good father smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, if I kill you, the sky won't fall." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand casually, and countless golden talismans flew out of his sleeve, like a golden wave, approaching Zhang Muliu.

Zhang Muliu sighed, and the sword move he learned from Lu Sheng and was later modified by Hei Ru when he returned.

A cyan sword qi slashed over, the wave of talisman was split in two, Zhuang Chen threw the woman in his hand away, turned sideways slightly, and easily dodged the sword qi.

And although that sword qi didn't touch Zhuang Chen, it went straight to the back and cut through several hanging islands.

The blind Taoist who only dared to show his head to watch the battle stomped his feet anxiously, saying in his heart how many treasures did this sword cut?

Zhuang Chen smiled: "There is a bit of artistic conception, but ah, the realm is really a little low." ”

As he spoke, he bent his fingers to cast the spell, and the talisman that had been cut open by You Fang was instantly restored, and an extra pen appeared out of thin air in Zhuang Chen's hand, and three huge talismans flew around Zhang Muliu with a few strokes. Earlier, the several talismans flew rapidly, connecting them one by one, wrapping Zhang Muliu around a ball, and the three huge talismans outside emitted golden light towards the ball, and the black-clothed swordsman inside was really unpredictable.

Song Yuan secretly sent a message to Sima Zhuo, "Brother Sima, if Mr. Zhang hasn't come out yet, we will have to do it." ”

Sima Zhuo definitely wouldn't watch Zhang Muliu suffer, they were all people who had killed monsters on the battlefield and had chivalrous hearts, and besides, he had already formed a verbal alliance before, so he couldn't just watch it. On the contrary, it was Song Yuan, who was obviously the first time he saw him, so he dared to fight with the scared Zhuang Chen?

"Why is Little Brother Song willing to make a move?" asked Sima Zhuo.

Song Yuan just smiled slightly, and indifferently transmitted: "Those little cubs just now want to make a move on my apprentice, and Mr. Zhang's sword intent has overflowed, and this is the reason." Moreover, how can my generation of swordsmen be bullied by these two ancestors?"

Sima Zhuo was dumbfounded, this reason is really difficult to refute.

Zhang Muliu, who was wrapped in talismans, was actually far less miserable than they thought. He sat cross-legged, You Fang crossed his knees, the sword intent was like boiling water, and the sword intent like a chain was almost substantial, slowly tearing the inner wall of the ball, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhang Muliu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword qi that hit the Yuan Palace was cut out, without hurting the talisman in the slightest, as if tearing the void, and appeared in front of Zhuang Chen out of thin air.

The latter looked surprised, and wanted to raise his hand to resist but it was too late, so he had to turn his aura into a wall in front of him. But after all, it was a blow from the Hedao Sword Cultivator, and the aura wall shattered in response, and Zhuang Chen gave the sword qi a sharp retreat, smashing a hanging island all the way back before stopping.

The white-clothed talisman monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned, "And this hand, those guys who say that you are a straw bale are really underbeaten, how can someone who can hurt a cultivator who is a fame and reputation." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward again, put his hands together, pinched a few obscure magic seals, and the three huge talismans suddenly spun up.

Zhang Muliu's sword intent inside was fully accumulated, and he held the swimming side back, and with a random stroke, the talisman ball shattered instantly.

However, Zhang Muliu did not return to that treasure place, but went to a dense forest with the sound of a piano and sorrows.

The young man in black restrained his breath and looked forward, it turned out that there were several beautiful women in thin clothes sitting and crying, and suddenly looked up and saw the black-clothed swordsman, as if he had seen a savior, and he didn't care about the large snow-white exposed, and rushed towards Zhang Muliu.

The corners of Zhang Muliu's mouth twitched, and his heart said that this is not kind, we are people with daughters-in-law, don't you want to break your legs when you go back?

So he waved the way again, and several women wailed, blood splashed, and the sound of the piano also dissipated.

A solemn voice suddenly sounded in the sky, "Zhang Gongzi is really not gentle at all, these women provoked you? ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and sneered: "Do you want to see my heart? ”

A white rainbow instantly drilled into Zhang Muliu's chest, but in less than a few breaths, the white rainbow seemed to escape in a hurry and went straight to the sky.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, three thousand years of nightmares, this Zhuang Zhen dared to look at it, should he say that this person is bold? Or should he say that this person is stupid?

Thanks to Liu Xiaobei's absence, otherwise, Zhuang Chen's wisp of soul would not be as simple as escaping with serious injuries.

The black-clothed young man shook his head, took You Fang back behind his back, and pointed to it as a sword, engraved the talisman with sword qi. This talisman is the one that hurt himself and saved himself when he was a child, Zhang Muliu was both respectful and hateful in his heart.

When he ran away from home back then, if it weren't for this talisman, he would definitely be caught by the "plague god". And the old woman who appeared in front of Zhang Muliu in the middle of the night is now being taken by Bai Lu and being the god.

After the talisman was sacrificed, the world was clear in an instant, and the three huge talismans that came out of Zhuang Chen's hand caught fire out of thin air, and only ashes were left in a short time.

The blind Daoist in the sword qi dome was full of spring breeze, turned his head and patted a man with a knife on his back who he didn't know, and laughed loudly: "See if you can't do it, I Brother Zhang stabbed a group to death with a sword." ”

The person who was photographed was Chi Huang, the corners of this man's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that the mana of his predecessors was profound, anyway, I was convinced.

Sima Zhuo and Song Yuan, who were already preparing to make a move, were both relieved. Both of them are ready to fight, but in fact, both of them know that they may not be able to fight.

On the other hand, Zhuang Chen, who is obviously in a good situation, prefers to die to peek into Zhang Muliu's heart, and now his soul is damaged and his combat power is greatly reduced.

I saw that the young man in black was instantly divided into three, the white man was holding You Fang, the black shirt was not confused, he turned his head slightly in a green shirt, and smiled at Song Yuan, who was also in a green shirt: "Borrow a sword." ”

The latter laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, a sword light flowed towards Zhang Mu.

Song Yuan smiled: "The sword name is rejuvenated!"

Three figures, the green shirt held the borrowed Huan Ran, instantly moved to a high place, holding the sword in both hands, and an arc dome emanated from the tip of the sword. The black clothes pulled out without confusion, and slashed horizontally, and a sword qi like a chessboard blocked the bottom.

Zhang Muliu, who was in white clothes, came out of the sheath, looked up at Zhuang Chen, who was also in white, squinted and smiled: "There was once a pianist who passed by Baiyue and seriously injured an old man, aren't you?"

Originally, Zhang Muliu didn't expect this stubble, but when he was pulled into that illusion and heard the sound of the whimper, he instantly remembered the pianist who almost abducted his daughter-in-law.

This person is not only terrifying in one hand, but also not bad.

Zhuang Chen was suppressed by the Sancai Sword Array, and his soul was already seriously injured, and at this moment he could only keep his cultivation of refinement, and he was still a little powerless in the face of the swordsman who was blessed by the Sancai Sword Array and reached the peak of the Dao.

It wasn't until he heard Zhang Muliu's question that Zhuang Chen laughed and said, "That is to say, the woman who split Shuhua Mountain was the little girl back then?"

Zhang Muliu said coldly: "So, it's time for you to do something." ”

As soon as the words fell, this sword array, which was like an upside-down bowl, gave birth to vertical and horizontal light like a chessboard from the bottom, and when seen from the outside world, the two of them suddenly stopped in the array.

The third great sword magic power was released, and looking out from the sword array, it was as if time had stood still.

That Zhuang Chen's face finally changed.

The chessboard-like sword light below poured into the You Fang, and the white-clothed swordsman held the sword in one hand, slashing towards Zhuang Chen with the five-colored sword light, the latter's face changed greatly, and he instantly took out an extremely ancient looking qin, plucked the strings wantonly, and blocked the sword light with the sound of the piano, but the white-clothed swordsman dragged the sword and ran wildly, followed by the sword light, and waited for the sound of the qin to offset the sword qi, and the You Fang had arrived.

With Zhang Muliu's ability, of course he can't do the feat of splitting Shengshenzhou now, but it's still okay to split a piano sound.

Zhuang Chen exclaimed: "It turned out to be the Innate Sword!"

But the tour has arrived, and Zhuang Chen has already cut off a sword.

In the eyes of everyone in the outside world, the two of them only paused slightly, and after a few breaths, Zhuang Chen had already fallen to the ground in two.

The three Zhang Muliu each slashed out several sword qis, and that Zhuang Chen's body no longer existed.

The three of them merged together, Zhang Muliu passed over at a very fast speed, but he still didn't stop Yuanying from escaping, and the Linglong Pagoda was also taken away, and this place was about to collapse.

I saw that the white-clothed swordsman stretched out his hand to summon Nanshan, and the flying sword from the orthodoxy of the Daomen turned into a thousand zhang long, replacing the Linglong Pagoda as the beam of the sky.

Zhang Muliu said in a deep voice: "I can only hold out for an hour, you hurry up and break through the realm." ”

Song Yuan took Huan Ran, but his eyes were shocked.

The first person of the young generation of Dou Hanzhou smiled bitterly: "Is it really a sword refinement?"

Although Zhuang Qian seemed to have been seriously injured after Zhang Muliu broke the talisman ball, Zhang Muliu was stunned that he didn't even have a chance to take out the wooden statue.

Sima Zhuo below also smiled bitterly, but before he could speak, the blind Taoist had already flown to Zhang Muliu's side, and he was about to have a big flag in his hand.

The blind Taoist priest surnamed Liu patted Zhang Muliu on the shoulder and laughed non-stop, "Brother, you are really amazing! After you go out, I will take you to Chen Guo and drink the most flowery wine." ”

But Zhang Muliu didn't have the slightest joy.

Zhuang Chen provoked that Mu Yu, and he beheaded Zhuang Yu again, in case the flow of time here is slower than the outside world, after going out, will there be two old immortals with terrifying realms waiting?

After taking a sip of wine, Zhang Muliu said to himself: "No, you have to wait, it's also outside." At least in the thoughtless days, they can't do evil. The old-timer who doesn't want to cross people won't let it go. And the outside world, cultivators above the refining void can't move around at will, and Mu Qiushan still has no problem for the time being. ”

In fact, what Zhang Muliu is really afraid of is the real body of the wooden statue in Zhuang Chen's hand.

Sima Zhuo and Song Yuan had already seized some opportunities, and now they heard Zhang Muliu say that there was only one hour, so they would no longer cultivate by themselves, and instead help the people they brought to break through the realm.

And Zhang Muliu went back to the thatched house, ready to continue to nourish himself with the spiritual spring. But that Han Ben was out of time, dragging his seriously injured body here.

"Master Zhangshan, you have caused a catastrophe, if you dare to behead his body, you must be ready to die. ”

Zhang Muliu looked at it with a smile, and said helplessly: "Am I saving you from the dire situation? Besides, I should wait for him to kill people and seize the sword." ”

The woman's face was covered with blood, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Please, cut me with a sword, for if I leave alive, it will only be worse than death." ”

Look at this woman's appearance, she doesn't plan to say anything.

Zhang Muliu said angrily: "Hang yourself." ”

I didn't plan to save you, and since you insisted on dying, what would you do with a cup of poison or a three-foot white silk?

The woman's heart was like ashes, she pulled out the narrow ruler behind her back, and slashed at Zhang Muliu in a frenzy. The young man in white sighed, stretched out his fingers to clamp the narrow ruler, and said with a smile: "It's obviously a Legalist monk, but it's actually a Mojia monk?"

The woman suddenly squatted down and hugged her knees and cried bitterly, the voice was very loud, and for a while, all the idle people turned their heads to look. Zhang Muliu held his forehead with his hand and said angrily: "Do you know, I really want to slap you to death now." ”

Who knew that the woman was crying more and more miserably, Zhang Muliu helplessly stretched out his hand, thinking of slapping it first, so as not to damage his reputation.

But the woman raised her head suddenly, looking at Chu Chu pitifully, with a pair of apricot eyes facing Zhang Muliu, and begging: "Can Master Zhang take me away, otherwise I will really die." ”

A slap fell, and the woman flew to Song Yuan's side.

Zhang Muliu said to himself: "Then you better die." ”