Xian Wei walked out of the inn and stopped when he reached the bank of the Xizi River.

"Who!"

He let out a low cry, and the long sword in his hand stabbed behind him, and the cold sword qi pierced through a weeping willow, bursting open in an uproar, sinking into the water, and the waves splashed everywhere.

But, to his surprise, there was no one behind him.

Xian Weiran's dull eyes showed a look of surprise, he has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and he is extremely good at tracking and assassinating. Just now he clearly felt that someone was behind him, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Just when he was in doubt, the wind suddenly rose.

The wind was cold, bitterly cold!

Several weeping willows beside him were blown away, and the yellow willow leaves broke away from their branches.

"Whoosh-"

Xian Weiran didn't have time to react, and several bloody arrows burst out all over his body in an instant. The willow leaves were like sharp swords, piercing Xian Weiran's body with a cold killing intention.

At the same time, Xian Weiran saw a man with a hat. He turned his back to Xian Weiran, and his long hair under the hat was mottled black and white, with a sense of vicissitudes.

"This ...... What kind of swordsmanship?"

Despite being hit hard, Xian Weiran was really strong after all, and he still retained the last breath of true qi, his eyes were wide open, and his originally dull gaze was full of unwillingness.

"The sky is vast, and the eons are long. ”

The man's voice was so indifferent that he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

After Xian Weiran heard him say this, he suddenly realized, the unwillingness in his eyes gradually became introverted, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth to murmur: "Tai...... White...... Sword...... ......"

......

Xian Weiran's death Bai Yujing and Qingling didn't know about it at all, and they also ran into trouble after leaving the inn. Qingling and everyone wanted to hide in the countryside on the outskirts of the city, but not long after they left the city, another person blocked their way.

The man was dressed in a white robe and armed with a silver spear. He looked to be in his forties and was small, but the spear in his hand was two feet long, giving people an incomparable impact. The most eye-catching thing is his pair of broken eyebrows, full of evil and murderous intent.

Bai Yujing didn't know this person, but everyone's faces in Qingling changed slightly: "Uncle Wu, my father asked you to come?"

The white-robed man nodded, did not reply to her, but looked at Bai Yujing: "Fisherman, Mrs. Hua Rui, Du Shilang, Xian Weiran can't help you, but it's worth my shot." This prince will not kill the unknown under the gun, and you will report your name. ”

"Uncle Wu, this is none of his business, if Daddy wants to return to Qinxin, I will give it to you. Qingling, everyone hurriedly protected in front of Bai Yujing.

But Bai Yujing grabbed her left arm and said with a smile: "Everyone, Poor Dao is not used to hiding behind women. He smiled at the white-robed man and said, "Poor Dao Ge Soashan Bai Yujing, dare to ask Your Excellency's name." ”

Everyone in Qingling was suddenly anxious: "Bai Daochang, you can't fight him, he is the third prince Wu Shisheng." ”

Teacher Wu?

The power of the Demon Gate is huge, and the most noble one is the Demon Gate Sect, which has jurisdiction over the Five Directions Demon Palace, seventy-two holes, and is as master as a cloud. In addition to this sect, there are also many affiliated sects, such as Xian Weiran's Ruthless Sect, and the teacher and student Wu in front of him is the master of the Iron Spear Gate, known as the Third Prince of the Divine Spear.

How could Bai Yujing know about this Wu teacher and student, because Wu teacher and student ranked fourth in the Dry Nest Dao people's earth evil list.

"It turned out to be the fourth master of the Iron Spear Gate, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Although Bai Yujing said disrespectful, his expression did not have a trace of respect.

Teacher Wu smiled lightly: "It's not the fourth, it's the third, that thousand-armed Great Compassion Palm Raft Monk has been sent back to the West Heaven Bliss by me!" He glanced at everyone again: "Although your father said that I would take you back, he didn't say that he would take this little Taoist priest back." ”

"Bai Daochang, you go, I don't need your protection, Uncle Wu won't hurt me. Qingling everyone said, and they were afraid that Bai Yujing would not agree, so they added: "When I see Mingyue next time, I will definitely help you say a few good words." ”

Bai Yujing shook his head, "Everyone, it's not me protecting you now, but Poor Dao doesn't want the Demon Gate to get the Qin Heart." ”

"Haha...... Interesting, little Taoist, don't you think that if you defeat the fisherman, you will be invincible in the world, right?" Mr. Wu laughed, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out. The rolled air flow was like a dragon, letting out bursts of chanting, this shot was fast and ruthless, and it was endless, and it enveloped Bai Yujing's whole body in an instant.

Qingling didn't expect that Teacher Wu would suddenly make a move, but Bai Yujing had already been on guard. The moment he made a move, the long sword let out a soft groan. In the shadow of the gun, a sword light crossed the sky like a match, cutting off everything.

Jingle Bell –

The long sword and the spear collided with each other, and a strong force came, and Bai Yujing had to retreat with strength.

As soon as he retreated, Mr. Wu took a step forward, half a foot in one step, and the spear in his hand was like an optimus pillar, crushing everything from top to bottom.

The sound of the surging wind was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, Bai Yujing raised his eyebrows, did not retreat but advanced, and actually stepped into the air.

"Be careful!" Qingling and everyone were forced to hide aside by the strength of the two fighting, and they couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this. And at the moment when her voice sounded, the tip of the spear almost fell on Bai Yujing's clothes, and it was only a fraction of a minute away from hitting him hard.

When Master Wu saw this, two cold lights burst out from his eyes, and he was a little surprised, whether Bai Yujing's dangerous dodging of his spear just now was a coincidence or a correct calculation.

When Master Wu's spear fell, Bai Yujing rose into the air and stepped on the spear with a heavy foot, using this strength to stab at Master Wu with the unity of man and sword.

The sword drew a straight line in the air, as fast as lightning.

There was only a little bit of coldness in Mr. Wu's eyes, and he slammed his right hand, and the tip of the spear was thrown on the solid ground. Suddenly, a strong force passed from the spear, and he took advantage of the force to bounce backwards like a grasshopper.

But Bai Yujing's sword followed him like a shadow, following him closely, and the cold air on the blade of the sword almost invaded the clothes of Master Wu. Mr. Wu's expression was still indifferent, and he could only retreat again. His footwork is odd and does not follow in a straight line.

Falling in the eyes of everyone in Qingling, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, fluctuating, as if corresponding to the stars in the sky, it is the Tiangang step of the Demon Gate. There have been different opinions about the origin of the Demon Gate since ancient times, and it is said that the Daomen split out, which should be credible. For example, this Tiangang step evolved from the step gang treading bucket of the Heavenly Master Dao.

"When ......"

Previously, Bai Yujing seemed to have expected that the distance from which Master Wu's spear fell was enough to make people amazing, but he didn't want to expect that Teacher Wu would also be able to stab at the position of Bai Yujing's sword in such a dangerous situation at this moment.

As a result, Bai Yujing's lightning-fast sword hit the gun raised by Wu Teacher and Student!

Bai Yujing had to sigh secretly, this third prince Wu Shisheng really deserved his reputation. couldn't help but turn thorns into sharpenings, and Master Wu picked up the spear with both hands, the spear was like a stick, dancing like a rotating umbrella, splashing water without entering, let alone Bai Yujing's sword.

Once again, the two were on par and entangled together.

Teacher Wu stepped on the stars, and the spear was as fast as lightning, and every shot seemed to be able to penetrate the sun, moon and stars.

A cold mang shuttled back and forth around Bai Yujing's body, Bai Yujing's face was like standing water, and the long sword was blazing, like a moth flying on the edge of the lamp, and he would be buried in the sea of fire if he was not careful. But whenever there is a crisis, he can turn the danger into a disaster, and even threaten Wu teachers and students fiercely.

Qingling, who was originally worried about Bai Yujing, also relaxed a little at this time, and she also saw that although Teacher Wu was powerful, it seemed that Bai Yujing could not help it.

And Master Wu couldn't attack it for a long time, and his heart couldn't drag on like this, so he let Qingling's little girl see the joke. He can't win a little Taoist priest of the age of a weak crown, how can he have the face to take Qingling back to the sea to meet his father the purple-clothed Dragon King.

At this moment, Mr. Wu's heart was full of killing intent.

Teacher and Student Wu are murderous at the moment, and their marksmanship is even more aggressive. Just like a human attack, the world is turned upside down.

It seemed that the heavens and the earth were a little colder, and Bai Yujing could clearly feel a strong murderous and evil aura burst out from Mr. Wu's body, faintly, Mr. Wu's body was faintly covered with a thin layer of blood light.

"Da Da Da ......"

In addition to the blood, Bai Yujing also faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

"What kind of sound is this?" Qingling everyone seemed to hear.

If Zhang Songxi was present, he would know that Mr. Wu was indeed extraordinary. He has already touched the edge of the artistic conception, and can use his murderous aura to build momentum for himself.

In Bai Yujing's opinion, there was an invisibly galloping war horse, and Master Wu stepped on the horse, like a heavenly general, charging into battle with a spear in hand!

The spear was directed, and the air was squeezed into the sound of explosion.

This shot is also his real pinnacle shot, indomitable and invincible!

"Die!"

At this moment, Mr. Wu released all the fetters, wholeheartedly, and all the spirit was integrated into this shot. There are many people in the rivers and lakes, and there are very few people like Mr. Wu who are as murderous and pure, so it is no wonder that he can touch the edge of the artistic conception.

After all, Bai Yujing is too young, has too little experience, and has too little tempering, so he has never been able to comprehend the existence of artistic conception!

The spear's entire body was also dark red because of the killing intent, like an angry dragon, vowing to break through the clouds and turn into a dragon. This shot made Qingling's eyes widen, and a trace of cold sweat seemed to ooze from her smooth forehead.

Obviously worried that Bai Yujing would not be able to dodge this shot, as for taking this shot, she didn't think about it at all, because she was a Jianghu person, and the best choice in the face of this shot was to dodge.

This time, Bai Yujing really felt the pressure, the pressure from death.

Out of the sword, out of the sword!

He didn't choose to dodge, but resisted head-on, and he had only one thought in his heart, out of the sword!

At that moment, in the flash of light, Bai Yujing's sword and spear collided together.

If it was another first-class master, the long sword in his hand would probably have come out of his hand. But Bai Yujing's eyes flashed, and at the moment when the long sword and the spear collided, his right hand shook, and the sword qi seemed to vibrate at high speed, like a violent wind and rain, crackling down on Master Wu's spear.

"Sword swinging pose!"

Teacher Wu's spear was fierce and domineering, but Bai Yujing couldn't resist it with a sword, so he stabbed out a few more swords, or even dozens of swords, all in a swinging sword style. The blade of the sword shook, and the heavy energy was superimposed on the spear of Master Wu.

Suddenly, like a hundred rivers converging in the sea, he really blocked the domineering shot of Mr. Wu.

"Smack-"

Teacher Wu's face flushed, and a wave of power came from the spear just now, making his spear also vibrate. The tiger's mouth of both hands cracked instantly, and the place where the spear was held was wet. In the end, he could no longer hold the spear and came out of his hand.