"You, did you kill half of Mu?" Beef was shocked, and he didn't even pay attention to Wang Sanhe's secretly tricky hand for a while.

"Otherwise!" Su Yu rolled his eyes, picked up the crutches left by the wooden half, shook the shell, and took out a long sword with a simple style and no sharp edge.

This is a sharp weapon-level sword, with a net weight of sixteen catties and seven taels, slightly heavy, three feet three inches long, perfect proportions, and a slightly round and blunt blade.

After stroking the cloud-like inscription on the sword, Su Yu flicked his fingers, listening to the crisp chirp of the sword blade, and suddenly rejoiced in his heart, this was the first time he had moved his heart to a sword weapon in this world.

Perhaps, what touched him was Mu Ban's eyes before he died.

Thinking of Mu Ban's move, Su Yu said to the long sword: "In this case, let's call you Nantian Sword." ”

"Qiang!" As if in response to him, the long sword shook with a sonorous sound, and inadvertently, Su Yu received a little extremely weak spirituality.

People choose swords, swords also choose people, maybe the wood half used to be its owner, but the wood half has been silent for too long, and the sword has been silent for too long, almost forgetting its edge, and now feeling the sword intent hidden in Su Yu's heart, the long sword is also moved.

"Zhao Gongzi, can you let the people go, they promise not to run away. After digesting the news of Mu half of his death, the beef soup suddenly smiled like a flower, and spoke softly, delicately, very charming.

If she wasn't still unable to move, I'm afraid she would have tried to hold up her well-developed breasts.

Unknowingly, she wanted to seduce someone, but she called the wrong person.

It's a pity that Su Yu really couldn't be blessed to be charming, only to see Wang Sanhe suddenly stretch out two iron palms, clamp her little face, and break it hard, with round eyes, and said angrily: "As a brother and sister-in-law, you dare to seduce your own brother and hurt my brother's righteousness?"

"Poof!" Su Yu suddenly burst out happily, and for the first time in his heart, he agreed with Wang Sanhe's crazy words.

The beef soup was stunned for a while, and then he understood what it meant, and exclaimed: "Wang Sanhe, you are a psychopath, I am inseparable from you, and I will definitely break your body into ......pieces."

"Smack!"

A sudden crisp sound interrupted the beef soup, and he felt a hot pain in his buttocks and Wang Sanhe's palm raised again, and the face of the beef soup immediately turned red, and his mouth was shutting down, and he couldn't spit out a word, like a duck with his neck pinched.

"How can you speak to the prime minister, dare to serve the family law if you are disobedient!" Wang Sanhe's face was indignant, and he scolded angrily, but it was a bit majestic.

However, not to mention whether it is his turn to perform the family law, even the family law should not be carried out in public, which is really a bit unethical.

The reason why it is said to be a large public is of course not only the three of Su Yu here.

But I saw a black wind suddenly blowing from the corner of the wall, fluttering, making a strange chatter, like a group of poisonous bats pounced, a fishy smell gradually dispersed, and where it passed, the flower branches withered, and the grass blades withered.

Followed by the black wind was a Xiucai in a robe and dancing with a folding fan, and Zhang Xiucai with a gloomy face.

This hand is called the Fan World, which is based on Zhang Xiucai's cultivation of poisonous skills, with the strange soldiers in his hands, fanning the poisonous wind, killing people without blood.

"What a vicious showman!"

The East Garden and the courtyard where the Eight Immortals of Wine lived were not very far away, and just when Su Yu had finished half of the wood, the Eight Immortals of Wine also arrived and peeked at the side.

Otherwise, how could Su Yu waste his kung fu and let Wang Sanhe interact with the beef soup, it is not surprising that he can force Zhang Xiucai Su Yu, after all, in some aspects, he and Wang Sanhe can be described as like-minded people.

Su Yu raised the long sword slightly, the sword light flashed, and suddenly a scorching white sword light was slashed, and it rose in the wind, turning into a length of three zhang, as if he wanted to cut through the black wind.

In the face of such a sword, Zhang Xiucai was not panicked, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, but at this moment, he saw Su Yu raise his wrist and shock, and the flying sword suddenly divided into two, one still galloping forward, and the other pierced into the ground.

"Whew!"

"Old way!"

With a soft sound, accompanied by a cry of pain from the ground, Zhang Xiucai gritted his teeth and roared, looking at Su Yu's eyes more and more angry.

It turned out that there was also a Qi Lao Dao who attacked with him, and the two of them were bright and dark, but they wanted to hide from the world.

But Zhang Xiucai had to take care of himself first at this time.

The sword flashed, instantly cutting into the black wind, suddenly exploding, and differentiating into a misty and subtle sword qi, invisible to invisible, against the black wind.

"Zizizi!"

The sword qi collided with the black wind, exploding inside the black wind, like a red iron weapon thrown into cold water, and there was another strange scream, and the black wind turned into wisps of white smoke, which gradually dissipated.

Whoa!

Zhang Xiucai is by no means easy to match, I saw him click on the folding fan, or fast or slow, like a flying light phantom, breaking the black wind, but when he heard the sound of the wind, the black wind suddenly waved, divided into countless wisps of smoke, shaking and catching Su Yu, whistling again and again, like a demonic long hair, and like a neighing poisonous snake.

The black wind was vicious, but Su Yu suddenly raised his long sword and pierced into the Zhang Su position in the south, but when he heard a loud sound, a hole flute suddenly hit the blade of the sword, and he suddenly retreated with a little spark.

That person is really Han Gongzi.

"Hey, Eight Immortals, why don't you show up in all of them?" Su Yu looked at him with disdain, and he really didn't look down on the eight people for doing some sneaky things.

"Looking for death!" "Eight people call themselves the Eight Immortals, they like to deceive themselves the most, thinking that they are floating like immortals, and they hate others to break the truth.

Zhang Xiucai struck angrily, the black smoke rolled up, like a demon; Han Gongzi suddenly rushed forward, the hole flute was like a sword, and the sword aura was like frost; and a sloppy old man with blood on his shoulder suddenly burst out of the ground, and thousands of wisps of dust were drawn to Su Yu's heart, dotted like stars.

And there are Shan Xiugu, mad monks, and old scholars holding weapons and competing to kill.

Murderous!

At this moment, Xu Tongzi suddenly jumped up, jumped high, as if jumping out of the clouds, instantly jumped over Su Yu, and came to Wang Sanhe, two small arms danced into a black shadow, fast as a whip, like a poisonous dragon out of the sea, pumping towards Wang Sanhe's waist and abdomen, wanting to break it.

The eight people had a little bit of concentration, they were not carried away by the anger, and seeing that they couldn't take down Su Yu immediately, Jiu Ba immediately changed his goal - to save people first, with Zhang Xiucai and the two of them entangled head-on, and Qi Laodao to block behind them, Xu Tongzi was taken by surprise, intending to make a contribution with one blow.

And they did!

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the beef soup, Zhang Xiucai seemed to be a little complacent, Qi Laodao's suppressed face also brought a smile, and Han Gongzi's cold expression thawed slightly.

The next moment, Su Yu Huo Ran raised his long sword, pointed his sword in all directions, and slashed down, shattering countless sharp edges, but seeing that the sword light was like a tide, and the sword qi was like the wind, it rolled into a storm of fierce sword blades, rotating and shaking, covering Fang Yuan in an instant, and there was a kind of momentum that encompassed heaven and earth.

The three of them are like the three grasshoppers that shake the tree.

The storm was fierce, and a trace of surprise flashed in Qi Laodao's eyes, but he didn't dodge it, but he hated the old thing that when he sneaked before, he was first broken by Su Yu before he made a contribution, and came back with the intention of earning some face.

The dust sword qi struck each other, and in an instant, there was a jingle ping-pong, sparks flashed, Qi Laodao was about to joke but so, but he didn't think that the dust was exhausted, but the sword blade storm suddenly sent out a sucking force, swept the dust into it, and the dust tail was torn apart.

Suddenly changed, Qi Laodao was greedy for money, and he cried out in pain in his heart, reluctant to pull out this strong and soft strange soldier, trying to pull it out, not wanting to even twist his arms in, he roared in pain, but even his intestines were repentant.

Han Gongzi's face was resolute, and he was also a little unwilling to admit defeat, wanting to compete with the sword storm, but he looked too highly at himself, and the rebound of the hole flute made his arms soft, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he burst back.

It's a know-how.

Zhang Xiucai saw the opportunity the fastest, and when he saw that Black Smoke was not an opponent, he wanted to retreat, but he didn't know that a bright sword qi suddenly stood out from the storm, with a sharp sword pressure, tearing the earth, cutting through the sky, and cutting an extremely small and almost indelible crack in the courtyard.

"Old way, Xiucai!"

A few screams of sorrow erupted, the sword storm exploded suddenly, and the blood-red rain was sprinkled one after another, sprinkling on the mad monks, Shan Xiugu, and old scholars who rushed up, and soaked into the soil, that was the Qi Lao Dao that they called for in their hearts.

As for Zhang Xiucai, this guy is holding his folding fan with cold iron as the bone and ice silk as the face, but he has no breath.

The three of them hesitated, and although their faces were sad and angry, they didn't dare to step forward, because there was one more person in the field - Lu Xiaofeng.

Even Su Yu alone dealt with it extremely reluctantly, not to mention another Lu Xiaofeng?

It was because he felt Lu Xiaofeng's arrival that Su Yu dared to let Xu Tongzi cross him.

But seeing that Lu Xiaofeng was carrying one hand on his back at this time, standing against the wind, his long hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, and he had a bit of a transcendent fairy posture, and everyone was a little stunned.

In front of women, his posture is always very graceful, even the woman who glared at him angrily.

At Lu Xiaofeng's feet, there was a human-shaped garlic seedling planted upside down, two feet into the ground, and another two feet of calves swaying in the wind, it was Xu Tongzi who was still alive a moment ago.

But Lu Xiaofeng assured with his beard that Xu Tongzi didn't want to jump up this time.

Five steps away, He Shangshu's purple and gold crown was shattered, his cloak was scattered, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, which did not live up to his original grace and chic.

Just a moment ago, He Shangshu, who was originally in charge of rushing to the aid of Xu Tongzi, fought with Lu Xiaofeng for the second time, and was repelled again without accident.

"Do you still have such a hobby?" Su Yu glanced at the "dead" boy with his feet facing the sky, and refreshed his understanding of Lu Xiaofeng's cautious eyes, which was clearly his hatred during the day.

But his heart was inexplicably much more relaxed!

"Your hobbies aren't very good?" Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Wang Sanhe, who was squatting beside Xu Tongzi and poking curiously, with a hateful smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was also in a relaxed mood.