Before the words fell, the shadow of the sword had already arrived in front of him.

Wu Bulin only felt a gust of wind blowing across his face, and his cheeks tingled.

He knew very well that this was not the wind, it was the sword. The real knife hadn't arrived yet, it was still three or four meters away from him, but it wouldn't be long, maybe just the next moment, and the blade would cut off his head like a mash.

Of course, Wu Bulin will not be restrained, and what is standing behind him is the hope of a thousand years in the hermit garden. An ancient martial artist was so presumptuous, and he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

With his right hand, he swiped towards the enemy, and a black arc was drawn in the air, and the faint light in the arc flickered, and it looked like a weak and windy style, which actually made the knife pause. Only hearing the sound of metal clashing, Wu Bulin's sleeves bulged, his hands were folded, he clamped the blade of the knife, and paced and moved, like a weak old woman.

The man didn't pay any attention to the fact that his knife had been firmly controlled by the opponent in the palm of his hand, but betrayed his personal favor, looking down from the sky, Wu Bulin was like the center of the circle, the man stabbed with the knife to no avail, was involved in the circle swing, turned the man with his right foot to suppress the retreat, and then kicked, stabbing at Wu Bulin at a speed twice as fast as before.

Wu Bulin's palm was as hot as being burned by charcoal, the man injected the aura into it, the blade of the knife became hot, and then suddenly accelerated, the blade of the knife stabbed forward uncontrollably, and the blade of the knife and the palm of the hand rubbed and hissed.

Wu Bulin stabilized his body, quickly retreated and unloaded, and the man chased after him.

Wu Bulin felt very ashamed, shouted loudly, and activated his ability, and the radius of a hundred miles was like a deep quagmire.

The man's speed slowed down, Wu Bulin took the opportunity to dodge, slipped to the side, and his right hand slashed from top to bottom, the air floating in the air was squeezed by some force, and it turned into a block, a sheet, and it has been thinning and sharpening, becoming a blade.

Stealth Technique, Wind Blade!

Wu Bulin stood up and pointed his finger at the man.

In front of him, behind him, and beside him, there was a floating wind blade, and with Wu Bulin's finger, it broke through the wind in an instant, just like a grandmaster with a hundred thousand swords, taking the head of the general among thousands of troops.

The man's hat exploded, revealing his face, which was nothing but scum.

The man smiled, and it was ...... Flirtatious?

He actually wanted to use this adjective for his bearded face? Wu Bulin felt that he was about to go crazy.

If you look closely, it seems that there is indeed no place that is not charming, it has nothing to do with the face, it is completely from the temperament of the bones.

Wu Bulin's pupils suddenly became larger, and he looked fixedly, saber, demon.

Wu Bulin had a very bad premonition.

The man's body began to shake, like a rootless duckweed in the water, and the wind was strong, and he shook very slowly.

Ding, the sound is very small, a little sharp, like the back of the ordinary eaves, after the pouring rain, a drop of water droplets. But in Wu Bulin's opinion, this is simply a disaster.

A brilliant sword light rose at the foot of the Ice Horn Mountain and landed on the top of the Ice Horn Mountain. Ice Horn Mountain was cut off a small corner without warning, the rock fell down, and the Wu Ge on the other side was affected by the unwarranted disaster and hurriedly fled.

Even the sound of the wind is silent.

Wu Bulin's ears seemed to have ten thousand drums ringing in unison, the rivers were turbulent, and the horses' hooves were sick.

Wu Bulin's expression was solemn and he asked, "Demon Flow?"

The man habitually wanted to press down on his hat, but he grabbed it and remembered that it had been split. He was a little depressed, and after wearing it for so long, it could be regarded as a little emotional.

The man nodded and said, "Demon Flow." ”

Wu Bulin was shocked: "Everyone in the world wonders what kind of ability you have, but I didn't expect that you are actually a Heavenly Rank Ancient Martial Artist." ”

Since there is no hat and hands are not used to being idle, hair has become a substitute. The demon flow went with his hands

combed it and said with a smile: "Ah, yes, I only broke through a few days ago, and my breath is not very stable, so I happened to be beaten by you." ”

Wu Bulin almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, his breath is unstable and so perverted, if you wait for you to get used to it and break a few steps, wouldn't you be able to go to the Hermit Garden to come and go a few times and no one would dare to stop you?

Wu Bulin asked, "I don't remember any grudges with you, why did you take action against me?"

The demon thought about it and said, "Forget." ”

Wu Bulin's face turned dark, this guy was too blind! If he used all his strength, he might have a fight with him, but then he couldn't take care of Wu Shuxia's safety, so he could only swallow this breath and settle the account in the future.

Wu Bulin squeezed out a smile and said, "Then your realm is also stable, and you also have a breath of anger that I don't know where it comes from, can you stop it? ”

Our Hermit Garden. Wu Bulin secretly gave the demon stream a dismount, we are here with the mission of the sect on our backs, is it possible that you still dare to offend the hermit garden?

The demon liu looked at Wu Bulin like an idiot, and said disdainfully: "You don't have to scare me, the name of the Hermit Garden is useless to me, there is a kind of you call the ancestor of the Hermit Garden, and then bring ten or eight ninth-level abilities or high-level hermits to hunt me down, and take you to the mountains and rivers all day long." Hey, what kind of expression do you have, like eating, you can also go and serve my nest, the tide is waiting for that guy. ”

Wu Bulin's face became darker and darker, the ancestor and the important combat power of the sect really couldn't follow him every day, and he really didn't dare to take the demon stream's old nest to the Heavenly Kingdom.

Wu Bulin resisted the urge to strangle the demon stream to death, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

The demon flow rarely got serious and said, "Don't go to the idea of the small world. ”

Wu Bulin was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It turns out that it is because of the improvement of wealth, hehe, people die for money, birds die for food, it seems that you are not exempt from vulgarity." ”

The demon stream also sneered and said: "Save it, my skin is thicker than your spiritual power, you can't provoke me, this small world has a master, you can't grab it, I just don't want to watch these innocent people in Bingjiao Mountain die in vain because of your struggle." ”

Wu Bulin said with a smile: "You demon will be so kind, you can't afford to be a thief when you see a small world? This is not in line with the consistent style of the Strange Heaven Kingdom." ”

Demon Flow said coldly, "My patience is limited. "The momentum is climbing again.

Wu Bulin rolled his eyes and said: "Then in this case, we won't stop your old attempt, but we have a mission to come to Bingjiao Mountain this time, and we can't go back hastily, and I bother you to be considerate and considerate." ”

The demon stream "suddenly realized" and said, "Oh, I see. "The blade of the knife turned, and the knife intent was sharp. The ground at the demon's feet trembled, and mud powder splattered.

Wu Bulin's anger also rose, and he said angrily: "My Hermit Garden has retreated again and again, you don't know what to do, you are forcing each other step by step, do you really want to fight to break the net?!"

The demon stream was disdainful: "I'm sorry, you really can't let me die in the net, you, no, match!"

You!

This is the domineering announcement of the Heavenly Rank Ancient Martial Artist, even in the face of the ninth-level ability, there is no cowardice at all.

If the mountain wants to crush me, I will split this mountain to pieces!

Wu Bulin laughed angrily, as a ninth-level powerhouse who has been famous for a long time, he is now despised by a new junior like this, and he is also an ancient martial artist, he really doesn't know the height of the sky.

Wu Bulin saw that Demon Liu only regarded him as an opponent and didn't want to hurt others, in fact, in his heart, Wu Bulin still believed in Demon Liu's character, but the interests involved this time were too great, and he really couldn't give up.

Wu Bulin said: "Xiao Ge, you take Xiao Xia and Jingyi to other places first, and I will solve the demon flow and then go to you." ”

Wu Ge's face was full of melancholy, the means shown by the demon flow before were so powerful, Wu Bulin really didn't look like he could defeat him. But Wu Ge is not the kind of person who can't see the situation clearly, this is not a battle that he is involved in at all, the level is too high, if he insists on getting involved, he will only become a burden to Wu Bulin.

"Come on!" Wu Ge shouted, taking Wu Shuxia and Dao Bensheng away.

After Wu Ge left for a while, Wu Bulin thought it was almost over, grinned, the bones of his whole body clicked, and his muscles rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A spiritual powerhouse who refines the body type!

The weakest point of the spiritual ability is the physical defense, because almost all of their cultivation time is spent honing their spiritual strength, although the spiritual ability is very powerful, it takes a lot of time, and it is difficult to take care of the physical defense.

Therefore, when the demon flow saw Wu Bulin's strong physical strength, he was also surprised, and then appreciated that being able to be the master of a peak in the hermit garden really needs some real talent and learning, and he is not a wasted person.

Wu Bulin twisted his neck, his voice was crisp, and said, "It's been a long time since I've really been fighting, boy, your performance today disappointed me, and I decided to teach the barbarians a lesson instead of the tide." ”

Although Wu Bulin's refining body surprised Demon Liu, the contemptuous look on Demon Liu's face was still undiminished, as if he was repeating those three words over and over again.

You don't deserve it!

Wu Bulin took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said, "The psychological tactics of the carving insect technique. ”

Wu Bulin suddenly made a move.

A thick pillar of earth burst out from the position where the demon stream was standing, and the demon stream jumped away with lightning speed, and when it was about to land, another pillar of earth burst out, not giving him a chance to breathe at all. The demon flow knife came out of its sheath and slashed downward, and a burst of white blade flashed, slashing the earthen pillar to pieces.

But the most important thing in the land is the soil, which is endless.

The land within a radius of a hundred miles is stabbed out towards the demon stream, this is a hidden technique, a bit like the one used by the senior explorer of Mogu, but the power is not known how many times stronger.

The demon stream laughed as he retreated, and his laughter was hearty: "Old guy, you're scared!"

Wu Bulin sneered, didn't speak, and with a split of his right hand, the air was re-covered with wind blades, shooting towards the demon stream.

The demon stream held the knife in his right hand, formed a pick, and slowly handed the knife forward.

It is the simplest way to hand it out, such as a mother handing an apple to a child, or a disciple handing a cup of hot tea to a master.

It is also like a hunter slowly inserting a bayonet into the throat of his prey.

Wu Bulin looked at the young man in the air, and suddenly felt that he was extremely tall, like a world covered by it, and as if he was covering the whole world. The temperature of the blade is too high, and the surrounding space is gradually distorted by it.

Wu Bulin suddenly felt that he was in the study at this time, splashing ink on the bookpost on the table, and writing two lines of poetry that he admired very much, full of artistic conception.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

The verses came out of the paper and came to the top of his head.

It was a long river, it was a scorching sun, it was a vast desert, and I was about to become a wisp of lonely smoke.

Yes, although Wu Bulin didn't want to admit it, he was indeed afraid. Although he didn't want to believe it, he really couldn't defeat this ancient martial artist who had just broken through the Heavenly Rank. If it weren't for fear, he wouldn't have retreated again and again, and if it weren't for fear, he wouldn't have chosen to strike first against a junior. Even in the face of the fierce attack of the demon stream, he was about to die before he could bring out his spiritual ability. Scared, but also unwilling to admit it, deliberately did not use the strongest means to avoid being ridiculed, but as a result, there was no chance to use it again.

Wu Bulin closed his eyes in despair.