After saying this, Li Shengtian suddenly shot out, and the long sword "brushed and brushed" towards the demonic golden face, and at the same time, there were suddenly a few more sword lights beside the demonic golden face.

Li Shengtian's sword is like a poisonous snake, Li Zhidao is like a rushing wave, and the demonic gold-faced golden needle is like electricity, but the sound of the equipment hitting each other is endless, and after a while, the three of them have been dismantled for fifty or sixty rounds of coming and going, and the victory is difficult to distinguish.

Li Shengtian flashed behind Jin Mian, waiting for the opportunity to move, Li Zhidao's light flashed in front of Jin Mian, although this person is only five feet long, but he is strong and powerful, brave and vigorous, more than brave, like a small wild leopard, his age looks like his early thirties, but he has thousands of years of skill.

The demonic golden face suddenly squatted down and hooked out the sweeping leg, tripping Li Shengtian behind him, and this ordinary and ordinary stumbling was actually successful.

That Li Shengtian was furious, and before his body lost balance and fell to the ground, he suddenly shook his long sword and stabbed at the back of the demonic golden face......

Suddenly, he heard a muffled snort, Li Zhi raised the ring head knife high, and before he could swing it in the air, a large mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and he looked down to see that his chest was pierced by a cold long sword, which was his master's Shengtian Sword.

It turned out that this demonic golden face saw that their master and apprentice were short-tempered, had extreme personalities, and were bent on winning, and tightly surrounded Jin Mian, and Jin Mian simply took advantage of their irritable personality and being too close to the enemy, so he suddenly tripped over Li Shengtian, this trip was a very ordinary move, and he didn't expect to succeed.

Li Shengtian's body leaned backwards by inertia, and before he fell in anger, he suddenly stabbed Jin Mian in the back like a poisonous snake......

Li Shengtian, the master of Shengtian Gate, saw that his poisonous snake stabbed his apprentice with a sword, he screamed strangely and scolded: "Hmph, useless thing!"

After saying that, the Shengtian Sword in his hand was pulled out violently, and the person also stood up, and Li Zhi screamed miserably, his eyes almost burst out, blood splashed out, and he fell directly forward.

At this time, the master of Shengtian Gate suddenly felt a chill behind his back, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he already knew that it was not good, his body leaned forward suddenly, and he jumped away with his short body, trying to avoid the danger, but it was too late, and his life was saved, but his back had been cut by a slender cut by the demonic golden needle, and a line of blood was broken on his shirt, and there was a blood line on the skin, which was particularly distinct.

Although he has a thousand-year-old miraculous skill to protect his body and is invulnerable, this golden face is not an ordinary ordinary person, and his needle is not a daughter needle used for embroidery, and the stitching method from the demonic golden face is naturally not something ordinary people can stop.

Li Shengtian's scalp was numb, and his heart was terrified, and when Shengtian's long sword slashed and stabbed behind him, the demonic golden face was already three zhang away.

The master of Shengtian Gate screamed again, his beard was all open, and he hissed: "Despicable, really despicable, dare to sneak attack the old man behind his back!"

"As long as Xu Er waits for a sneak attack from behind, won't others be able to sneak attack you?" Jin Mian said coldly, he was extremely dissatisfied with Li Shengtian's personality for a long time, and he felt disgusted.

Li Shengtian's eyes were almost red with anger, only to see that the demonic golden face suddenly leaned forward slightly, the palm of his right hand shook, and a golden needle between his index finger and middle finger came out of his hand, and the sound of the wind went straight between Li Shengtian's eyebrows.

In the sun, in the void, the golden needle shone with a golden light.

Li Shengtian suddenly laughed, he stood there with a long body of jade, and said, "Did you also want my life with this move?"

For this casual trick that anyone who can use the secret weapon technique can make, the Shengtian Gate Master can naturally easily knock down the golden needle with a casual sword, so the invincible Shengtian Gate Lord smiled and waved the Shengtian Sword in his hand to meet the golden needle.

The golden needle was already in front of him in the blink of an eye, and Li Shengtian could easily knock it down with a single sword.

Suddenly, this Shengtianmen Sect Master couldn't laugh, not only couldn't laugh, but his face was full of horror, because he suddenly found that he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body, and the right hand that had just raised the sword actually hung down weakly, as if this hand no longer belonged to him, and the Shengtian Sword that had accompanied him for thousands of years could no longer hold it, and he landed with a "long time", and within his sea of qi, the innate vitality was suddenly empty, as if it had been swept away by something suddenly.

It was also in this surprise and hesitation that a golden needle that flew casually and casually nailed into the eyebrows of the master of Shengtianmen.

He was poisoned, a poison that was not easy to detect, a poison that made people's whole body cultivation completely lost, and it turned out that this golden needle was actually poisonous.

Li Shengtian, the master of Shengtian Gate, was still standing there, with a golden needle stuck between his eyebrows, he didn't believe that he would fall so quickly, he didn't want to die so soon, his face was hideous, his eyes were full of resentment, as if he was a ghost.

However, even if he was unwilling and unwilling, he still fell, his eyes were staring, revealing resentment, and he did not blink a blind eye.

The wind pushes the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves try to hide the blood on the ground, and the fallen leaves once had a life, right? Isn't its life also very short, and an autumn means death, the soul returns to its homeland, and the fallen leaves return to its roots.

Between the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, there is a golden needle, about three inches long.

He extinguished one door by himself, and suddenly the golden needle flashed from his hand, and then disappeared, and no one knew how his golden needle suddenly disappeared, just as no one knew how his golden needle suddenly appeared on his fingertips just now.

The sun was shining, and the demonic golden face rode away, his golden mask shining with brilliant golden light, and behind him, Shengtianmen was a sea of fire.

In the crackling sea of fire, a black figure suddenly stood up, and when I looked closely, I saw that the man was five feet long, very thin, his eyes were blazing, and he was shining blue, and his nose was large and flat, and his nostrils were facing the sky, and he looked like he was thirty years old.

"I'm a sword god, not a sword emperor!" he said, looking at a corpse that had long been burned to the ground.

He walked step by step, the fire naturally avoided him, his injuries were real, but his death was pretended, and he did not take his usual ring-headed knife, for a man who was determined to retire, what kind of body did he carry a knife all day long.

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Beneath the bleak cold moon was a thick, pitch-black tall forest, with no wind and no insects singing on a summer night.

There is a melodious flute sound, in such a night it seems particularly loud, the tune is peaceful, no one can hear the content of this flute sound, is it happy, is it sad, or is it not happy or sad? Maybe only the himself understands the connotation!

The joys and sorrows of life are not like people drinking water, knowing their own warmth and coldness, and going to their hearts.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, and everything was quiet, terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that there was only this dense forest and the moon on the edge of the sky.

Following the sound of the flute, you can see a person lying on the branch of a tall old locust tree, hazy, only the vague outline of the person can be seen, only the person is slender, long hair is scattered, and he is holding a bamboo flute in his hand.

The man lying on the tree suddenly spoke, "Elder Tang, come out, how long are you going to hide?"

He spoke very slowly and slowly, but his voice was like a bell, and it traveled far and wide.

Elder Tang is the master of Tangjiabao, that is, the master of the "Four Masters of the Tang Clan", could it be that the master has come to avenge his apprentice?

After a while, a bird flew in the dark woods in the distance, and then, there was a loud laugh, which showed that this person's cultivation was really not weak.

A dark shadow leaped up to the treetops, and the man stepped on the treetops and galloped so lightly that in the blink of an eye he was standing on the treetop in front of the blowjober.

The man was carrying a long sword, standing very steady and straight, and he was actually an old man with frost temples and a little withered, this old man was the master of Tangjiabao, the master of the "Four Masters of the Tang Clan", people used to call him Elder Tang, because he was a respected elder of Tangjiabao, and he seemed to be happy to be called him so.

Elder Tang said to the: "Demon Emperor Ziyu is worthy of being Demon Emperor Ziyu, I have escaped layers of guards, countless demons, I can't imagine that I will still be recognized by you here!"

Elder Tang stared at the Demon Emperor Ziyu, his face suddenly showed a look of helplessness, and then he sighed and said, "Hey, what revenge can I have? Although you and I have never fought each other, I already know at this moment that I am by no means your opponent." ”

The man played with the bamboo flute in his hand, and it seemed that this flute was more interesting than this Elder Tang.

I only heard him say lightly: "Elder Tang's cultivation is not weak, I'll let my Great Protector make two moves with you!"

The sound of the flute suddenly sounded again, and the Demon Emperor just reclined on the tree, blowing the flute as if nothing had happened, closing his eyes, and being content, not even looking at Elder Tang anymore.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly fell rapidly from the sky, and landed steadily on the treetops not far in front of Elder Tang, but the branches and leaves did not move.

This person is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, tall and straight, with a well-defined face, bulging temples on both sides, wearing a white robe, and a pair of aggressive moves.