When the Heavenly Principle Sect Leader Zhao Wuji pulled out the peachwood sword, Ye Zhiqiu's heart chuckled, and he was keenly aware of the extraordinaryness of this sword.

The thousand-year-old peach wood is immortal by lightning strikes, and the wood core is fused with the opportunity of thunder to be born and destroyed, following the principle of yin and yang transformation, and the spiritual breath of plants and trees is transformed into the idea of a divine soul.

It's just that this thought is extremely powerful, not polluted by the world, pure as a child, equivalent to the yang god of the Dao Gate of the main world, and the position is almost on a par with the ghosts and immortals.

"Zao Wou-Ki is also the master of a sect, and he has this thousand-year-old peachwood magic sword in his hand, although it is unexpected to me, it is also reasonable. Maybe it's still a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it took many people to reach Zao Wou-ki's hands. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't think deeply, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "With this sword, Zhao Wuji is equivalent to having a Yang God clone, and he can perform the sword art of the ghost immortal level. Even if the old beggar is the chosen one of the gods of the Liberation Gate, the walkers on the earth, unless they descend to the gods, are definitely not Zao Wou-ki's opponents. ”

At this moment, the old beggar was keenly aware of the danger, and the stakes of the peachwood sword were hidden in the peachwood sword, which hid a divine soul comparable to that of the yang god, which made the voters of this god of liberation tremble and did not dare to continue to entangle.

He pretended to see the eyes of the money, and bent down to pick up the five copper coins that fell on the ground: "Let's go! If you have money, it's great! Also, the little old man advises Your Excellency, you have to be forgiving and forgiving." Don't go too far in everything, otherwise fate will meet, and life will be blessed and misfortune. ”

After speaking, the old beggar used a stick made of old bamboo roots to provoke the swinger brother, and jumped out of Yihong Courtyard through the window, regardless of the fact that he was on the third floor, ten feet above the ground.

Zao Wou-Ki saw that he was revealing a heavy treasure, so he fled his opponent in fright, and couldn't help laughing, he originally wanted to tease his beard for a few words, but in order to change his makeup, he deliberately shaved off all his beard, which was a little overshadowed.

With his cultivation, when the barbarians' national fortunes and the earth's leylines converged and suppressed the Quartet, he still couldn't stretch wantonly, so he was naturally extremely aggrieved.

Because of this, Zao Wou-Ki thought about the great cause of rebellion, and only when troubled times came, his ability could be brought into play and put to use.

It's a pity that the wave has not settled, and the wave has risen again! The Tenri Sect Leader sent out the earth walkers who had hit their fateful enemies and frightened away the gods of the Liberation Gate, and their skills and mana were consumed a lot, and they were at a low point in their lives.

At this moment, when he was recuperating for a long time, he watched the fierce battle between the two sides for a while, and he had insight into the fundamental reality of Zhao Wouji, and Ye Zhiqiu, who was there with the old god, got up slowly.

He took out the hardware nameplate borrowed by Daoyou Wumeng, and suddenly appeared at the people around him: "The court is doing things, irrelevant people, etc., retreat quickly, there must be no mistakes!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhiqiu jumped up suddenly, went straight to the second floor of Yihong Courtyard, and then stepped on the instep of his right foot with his left toe, and borrowed his strength in the air, using a body method that absolutely did not conform to the laws of physics, and turned over and appeared on the third floor.

"Zhao Wou-ki, the leader of the Tianli Cult, you have committed a crime! If you are arrested, you can survive for a few days, and if you resist, you will be killed on the spot!"

With such a superb and outstanding body technique, even Zao Wou-Ki was dumbfounded when he saw it, but he had a deep Qi cultivation kung fu, and immediately reacted, recovering his cold complexion, with serious and slight disdain.

"Imperial Court Eagle Dog, where did the wild dogs come from, and they dare to bark at the sect leader. Retreat as soon as possible, you still have a way to live!...... Hmph!"

Ye Zhiqiu took out the "Ziwei" soft sword from his belt, only to hear a loud sound, the sword shook into a straight line, unusual color, and the edge was hidden, perhaps because he had not seen blood yet.

Recently, Ye Zhiqiu has carefully managed the Tongfu Inn, saved some money, and immediately changed his weapon, a soft sword that has been tempered for thousands of years, and then re-refined it with water and fire.

"Otherwise, what are you going to do? Zao Wou-Ki, left and right are just a mouth-shaker who confuses the ignorant people in the countryside and sacrifices his life for you. The likes of the charlatans are very boring, very boring!"

Ye Zhiqiu pretended to underestimate his opponent's feelings, and gently waved the fan with his left hand, like driving away the mosquitoes and flies that were in the way, such a light posture really annoyed the onlookers, let alone Zao Wou-Ki himself.

At this time, the Tenri Sect Leader had already been blown up by his opponent's demeanor, and the nameless fire was even more three feet high, which was completely different from his attitude of respecting the old beggar, he was bent on killing the kid in front of him.

It's just that Zao Wou-Ki was confused by what he had seen with his own eyes before, Ye Zhiqiu's supreme body method, thinking that he was an eagle dog secretly cultivated by the Barbarian Empire, a member of the assassination organization "Blood Drops" belonging to the royal family, and he actually put away the peachwood magic sword and faced the enemy with his bare hands.

Yang God clone, ghost fairy swordsmanship, for those who know the stakes, it is not a threat on the back, but for martial artists, it is just a small sword for children to play with, and it is not in their eyes at all.

The reason why Ye Zhiqiu is calm and calm is that he is naturally accustomed to seeing the big scenes of destroying the world and the earth, and he doesn't take the dead things to heart at all, and he is fiddled by Zao Wou-Ki, and the expression on his face is still arrogant and arrogant, not even the slightest flaw.

After watching Zhao Wouji put the peachwood magic sword into the treasure bag, Ye Zhiqiu held the crape myrtle sword tightly in his right hand, and made a strange move of "Su Qin's back sword", hiding the sword behind his back, and then slammed his feet on the ground, and the whole person was like a cannon ejecting the chest, and slid away as fast as the wind.

The corridor on the third floor covered with carpet couldn't stand Ye Zhiqiu's strength, and where he borrowed the ground to exert his strength just now, a carpet with large footprints suddenly tore and wrinkled back, which shows the strength of the force.

Zao Wou-Ki had never seen such a fierce move from the start, anticipating that his opponent would cut his feet and force him to leap forward, and then he would fall into the net woven by the sword when he had nowhere to borrow his strength.

"I just won't do what you want!"

Ye Zhiqiu slid close to the ground, and when he reached the range of Zhao Wouji's vigilance, he slashed forward with his sword with his right hand, and his momentum seemed to be sharpened, aiming at the opponent's ankle.

At this moment, the Tenri Sect Master did not retreat, but instead took a big step forward, and his left leg just stuck in the enemy's wrist, causing the unexpected blow to be lost halfway.

Who knows, the corners of Ye Zhiqiu's mouth smiled slightly, the rigidity of the Ziwei sword disappeared in an instant, it turned into a soft sword again, and the right hand was certainly hindered, so he took the opportunity to flip ninety degrees, and the blade of the sword was flattened, and it immediately turned into a sword spine slap.

However, in this way, the sword body bent violently, and with a wheel sweep, it quickly swept past Zao Wou-ki's ankle, and in his incredulous gaze, he cut the key hamstring.

With a "hiss", blood burst out, and the leader of the Tianli Sect, who had been in the world for decades, saw blood in Ye Zhiqiu's hands with one move.

"You ......"

Zao Wou-ki's most advantageous right leg couldn't exert his strength, and the original biggest advantage became a heavy burden, he was shocked and angry at the moment, his eyes glared at Ye Zhiqiu, but he couldn't say anything about "you" for a long time.

Ye Zhiqiu naturally knew what his opponent was thinking, he had a great ability to penetrate the sky, he didn't play seven or eight out of ten, he had experienced all kinds of winds and waves, but he capsized in the gutter, and it was so worthless to turn over the ground.

Zao Wou-Ki was originally an ordinary ganger, but since he was enlightened by his lifeless mother in his dream, he opened his spiritual aperture and gained great wisdom, whether it was martial arts or magic cultivation, it was increasing day by day.

He was proficient in all kinds of illusions at a young age, practiced puppetry, and was able to restrain ordinary people, becoming a killer who specialized in assassinating court officials and local tyrants and gentry who refused to cooperate.

If it weren't for being suppressed by the national fortunes of the Barbarian Empire combined with the leylines, Zao Wouji's skills would be more than ten times stronger than now, and he never thought that he would be injured and defeated in one move.

"No way! No way!

Just when the Sect Leader of the Tianli Sect was carried away by his injuries and raised his head and roared, Ye Zhiqiu slapped the ground with his left hand, stood up with his strength, clenched the soft sword with both hands, turned into a rigid crape myrtle sword again, and shouted: "Die!"

This sword castration is still ordinary, but there is a hidden "Three Yin Killing Demon Knife" in it, and the hardwood floor on the third floor is shattered at the slightest touch, and an invisible qi bursts away.

"Sword Qi!"

The people who continued to watch nearby couldn't help but exclaim and shout, his vision was good, but unfortunately he didn't know the magic of spells, and he seriously lost his eyes.

Zao Wou-Ki was also alarmed by the threat that was close by, and where he saw the sword qi in his eyes, there was only a sharp star god, which was shaped like a moon and a sword, containing the terrifying essence of destroying the divine soul.

This time, the three souls and seven spirits of the Heavenly Doctrine Sect Master were all scared out. The old beggar is walking on the ground of the god of Shimen, and it is impossible to meet him on weekdays.

He didn't expect that there would be two fellow Daoists in a small Yihong Courtyard, and one was more ruthless than the other, and the other was more clever than the other.

After all, the monk was able to communicate with Zhou Tian Xingchen and borrow the power of the gods, which was already an incredible cultivation. Even a little bit of fur is not something that the gods of Shakti can compare.

It must be known that Zhou Tian and Xingchen are all eternal, truly eternal and unchanging existences, and they are by no means comparable to the gods of the Liberation Sect shaped by the power of incense and faith.

Zhao Wuji didn't dare to test his edge with his body, and hurriedly used his body technique to dodge, but in his urgency, he forgot that his right leg and ankle were injured, and he couldn't use his strength at all, and his wonderful body technique couldn't be used at all, so he could only barely dodge sideways.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu was unforgiving, the crape myrtle sword in his right hand softened again, made a lock trick, patted Zhao Wouji's left calf, the sword body circled a few times, and then tightly wrapped around him.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhiqiu's left hand took the opportunity to send a "Three Yin Killing Demon Knife", and slashed in the air with a word, clearly wanting to kill the opponent by dividing the corpse.

Zhao Wouji was restrained, and found that the power of the stars and gods was attacking again, and he actually forgot that he still had the innate true qi to protect himself, and suddenly leaned back, using an "iron plate bridge", which was worthy of avoiding the edge of the Three Yin Killing Demon Knife.

Who knows, Ye Zhiqiu had another purpose in making a move, and when he found that his opponent leaned back, he immediately abandoned the sword with his right hand and took the treasure bag that Zhao Wouji tied to his waist.

"Oops! I actually forgot about this stubble! Since this person is a court eagle dog with dual cultivation of law and martial arts, he should identify the root of the peachwood magic sword, pretending not to know and confuse me, but the real purpose is this thing!"

Ye Zhiqiu's idea is indeed like this, but it's a pity that Zao Wou-Ki only understands it now, it's a little late, not only is the offense and defense completely changed, but even the heavy treasure that turned the tables fell into the hands of the enemy!

The Sect Leader of the Heavenly Doctrine was in a hurry: "There is still a chance! There is still a chance! The Peach Wood Magic Sword has been carefully cultivated for me for many years, and I have already become one with my soul." As long as this son takes out the magic sword from the bag, I will take the opportunity to stab him, or even directly assassinate him on the spot. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's hand really reached into the treasure bag, his eyes stared at Zhao Wuji, not for a moment, and he took out something after touching it for a while.

At the same time, the Tenri Sect Leader fell to the ground with a bang, his broad back slammed into the floor, and the thumbs of both hands pressed the tail fingers of the ring fingers, pinching the sword technique, ready to pass the sword!

"Well...... "I didn't hesitate to spend mana to urge the peachwood magic sword, but the opponent didn't take it out, and in Ye Zhiqiu's palm, there was an ancestral gold ingot.

"Thanks to the enchantment you set up with your own hands, you have isolated the power of the leyline's suppression, and the poor road can also exert its own skills. If you use a deceitful way to take your life, you must not be convinced, it is better to sit back and watch the spells of the poor way!"

Ye Zhiqiu held the gold ingots in the palm of his right hand, slowly pressed down with his four fingers, pressed his thumb cover on it, and then slowly rubbed and rubbed it.

I saw that between the fingers of the five fingers, if there was a golden sand flowing down continuously, it would not dissipate when it fell to the ground, but spread rapidly, decorating the corridor on the third floor of Yihong Courtyard with golden brilliance.

"Sect Leader Zhao, please see, the illusory realm killing method of the poor Dao, the endless golden sand array!

As soon as the words fell, a pinch of golden sand was windless and automatic, and it actually condensed into a copper coin, its color was pure yellow and red, and after it was erected by itself, it spun around and flew into the air, hitting Zao Wou-ki, and it was instantly frozen.