The betrayal of the brother, the abandonment of the beloved, the enemy is close at hand, Yun Feiyang holds the dragon sword in his hand, the fierce light in his eyes is exposed, and the murderous spirit is soaring. Every sword stabbed out www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion is a wonderful trick of Tang poetry's sword tricks, and each move contains infinite changes.

Along the way, he has always had a deep brotherly affection for Gongsun Invincible, and he has always been a friend of the Eight Worships, but he never thought that Gongsun Invincible would be a Tantric person and a subordinate of his enemy.

And Shangguan Ziyun is already an extremely important person in his life for him, who would have thought that she would be the daughter of the great enemy he has been looking for. With these successive blows, Yun Feiyang only felt a suffocation in his chest, making him almost out of breath.

Only by dancing the sword in his hand and stabbing Wuji's swordsmanship at the enemy can he release his suppressed heart. He is also not afraid of any demonic poison, in this situation, for him, perhaps, death is a relief.

However, he can't fall, let alone die, as a son of man, the enmity of his parents is not shared. As long as his great enemy does not fall, he will never die.

The snake shadow sword in the hands of Gongsun Invincible is by no means an ordinary weapon, a sword left over from ancient times that can compete with the Dragon Yin Sword, one good and one evil, good and evil fighting. Yun Feiyang also didn't expect that Gongsun Invincible, who was called "treading snow without a trace" by the people of the rivers and lakes, was invincible, and his world-beating martial arts were light skills and his one-handed acupuncture points and steel nails, who knows, his swordsmanship is also so exquisite. How many unknown secrets are hidden behind Gongsun Invincible, Yun Feiyang felt extremely confused.

At this time, in the duel with Gongsun Invincible, I thought of the masked man who fought in the ruined cellar of the Drunken Red Mansion a few days ago, and it turned out that that person was Gongsun Invincible.

For a long time, the traitor suspected by Shangguan Ziyun turned out to be Gongsun Invincible. However, didn't Shangguan Ziyun know that Gongsun Wushu was a member of the Tantric Sect? Or, did Shangguan Ziyun not know that her father, Shangguan Hong, was a Tantric Venerable?

Yun Feiyang's mind was filled with all kinds of questions, he really wanted to see Shangguan Ziyun, ask her personally, let her tell herself in person, what is going on with all this?

........................ For special reasons, I will revise the following anti-piracy chapters as soon as possible..................

The sword groaned, and blood splattered.

The remnant sun is like blood.

If you want to dance with a sword and be proud of the world, your heart will be thunderous.

A green shirt is down, and a sword is stunning.

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of red blood splashed, Zhang Ziyu silently recited the sword trick and clenched his teeth. The shiny sword in his hand hung low and slanted, and along the blade, the blood of the enemy fell on the glazed stone, and the blood droplets spread along with the glazed stone, like a lightly dancing fairy, graceful and graceful, dancing.

A pair of cold eyes swept across the Three Realms masters who were surging in the tide, and he sighed lightly, could it be that he was going to be buried under these masters today?

The colorful spirit stones driven by spiritual power floated in the air in this endless void, he laughed loudly, jumped up, broke through the empty dry land in the crowd and rushed up, and landed on a bluestone in the void of the crowd.

With an awe-inspiring and majestic appearance, although it was a cold autumn wind, the maple leaf forest in the distance was burning into a fiery red flame, his eyes gradually became scarlet, and he glanced at these masters of the Three Realms who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

On the ground, there were already corpses all over the field, rivers of blood flowing, and the fighting was unbearable.

Zhang Ziyu looked at this tragic scene silently, they should all be killed, they were too self-conscious, they were too arrogant.

A famous sword chant has broken how many heads have been broken, a book of famous sword recipes has buried many happy families, and a famous sword can be used to cultivate an invincible sword, which has become a dream that many people are chasing.

However, they are too superficial, such a sword cultivation, how can they be penetrated by these worldly beings?

Enter the sword cultivation and extinguish the relationship.

How can ordinary people endure such pain?

"Zhang Ziyu has been seriously injured, his spiritual power is disabled, and his sword path is disorderly, let's all go up together and kill this thief!" a voice shouted, a crow-like sad voice.

Zhang Ziyu glanced indifferently at the three realms, hum, the master is obsessed with sword cultivation, and has gone through thousands of calamities before he can condense the sword path and unify it.

Even if the young master tries his last breath of spiritual power, he will definitely not let you succeed, and his steel teeth are "creaking".

Death, can't die! Absolutely can't die, and an incomparably powerful thought sprouted in his heart, and vaguely, fluttering feathers fell, it was her favorite woman in her life, dancing butterflies, and she was as beautiful as her name.

Dancing beauty, butterflies falling and flowers withering.

Dancing Butterfly, is it really you? His heart tingled as if it had been torn, no, Dancing Butterfly had left him forever, and that feather coat was reflected in his dreams and burned into his soul.

The spiritual power of Qi Ruosi condensed in his palm, and he sat cross-legged, and then, his body rotated and floated above the void, the sword in his hand was still clenched, and the blue tendons on the back of his hand were extremely dazzling.

"Up!"

The masters of the Three Realms finally turned from their original tiptoeing fear to attacking, because they knew too well that if they waited for Zhang Ziyu to recover their spiritual power, they would have only one fate: death!

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand, a bloodthirsty sword, a bloodthirsty sword that can never be fed.

"When this demon recovers his spiritual powers, no one will be able to escape!" a slightly old voice shouted.

Then, there were human figures, all of them flashing were human figures, human wall sword formations, artifact runes, as long as they could be used, they attacked Zhang Ziyu with one brain.

Suddenly, the suspended spirit stones flew up and down, like dancing elves, enveloping Zhang Ziyu one after another.

The sword breaks through the sky, and the sword is in the sky.

Zhang Ziyu roared angrily, the sword shadow turned into thousands of sword flowers, and the dense raindrops exploded, the sword hit, and the spirit stone shattered.

The fragments of spirit stones flying in the air, arrows like locusts, hit the masters of the Three Realms.

"Shouyang steel bone crape myrtle east, Chengping Ding chaos is in Datong. The Qi family governs the country by this way, and the heaven and earth are ...... in the middle."

"Is it ......?"

The masters of the Three Realms were dumbfounded, and while they were dumbfounded, there were dozens of masters with advanced cultivation who were lucky enough to avoid the spirit stone fragments, jumped out of the circle, and looked at the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand in amazement.

“...... This demon has already entered the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword ...... by sword cultivation."

“......”

"This is the Sword of the Holy Dao, he has already reached such a sword realm, is this the will of heaven?"

"No, we're not going to lose, up!"

After some surprise and panic, dozens of Three Realms masters waved the weapons in their hands and attacked Zhang Ziyu completely.

"Poof!"

Blood splashed, Zhang Ziyu had already exhausted the last trace of spiritual power, and exerted the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword in his hand to the extreme, he was also unexpected, he did not expect that at the last moment of his life, he would exert the sword cultivation to the highest realm.

However, from then on, he never had the opportunity to use this sword again, he was like a meteorite about to fall, crumbling, suspended in the void.

The ugly faces full of greed and hatred, are these the gentlemen who are full of benevolence and morality on weekdays? For the sake of their own selfishness, they will really kill the killers in a frenzy?

"Zhang Ziyu, you are already dying, your life is hanging by a thread, and you will be arrested if you are not obedient!" a voice roared, Zhang Ziyu raised his dying heavy eyelids, and the other party waved a broad axe in his hand.

Luo Xi, the first master of the Pangu clan, has the weapon in his hand as an ancient god soldier - Pangu Axe, which has the power to divide heaven and earth and shuttle through the void, and is no less powerful than Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword. It is rumored that those who control the Pangu Axe can control the law of power.

If it weren't for Zhang Ziyu's sword cultivation, it would be difficult to compete with the Pangu axe with the sword in his hand alone.

"Zhang Ziyu, you have done your own sin, you can't live! Suffer death!" Another tall and burly middle-aged man was a dark blue bronze tripod in his hand, and a pair of dark eyes were like burning fireballs.

Shennong Qingyun, the patriarch of the Shennong clan, is the holy magic weapon of the Shennong clan - Shennong Ding, known as the creation of the world in ancient times, the Shennong clan tasted all the herbs for the common people in ancient times, and also laid a medical foundation for future generations.

In the past, Shennong refined the Ancient Ding of Hundred Herbs, and because of the accumulation of countless elixirs for thousands of years, it is said that he can refine the elixir of the world that the gods of the heavenly realm cannot easily refine, and hide other mysterious powers.

Unexpectedly, the two major gods of the Three Realms sent masters, and it seemed that Zhang Ziyu was going to be put to death.

"Hmph, dare to be with the sky and wait for the rats?" Zhang Ziyu shouted coldly, his heart ignited a desire again, a desire to survive, and his eyes once again appeared under the fluttering feather clothes, the most beloved woman, Dancing Butterfly, is she calling herself to hell?

Her pear blossom eyes with rain are due to loneliness?

Dance the world for the king, and smile at the enmity.

Today's growth accompanies each other, and reincarnation is forever remembered.

The withered yellow maple leaves, the fiery red withered, is it you? Zhang Ziyu had a trace of misery in his eyes, he resented the killing, but he could not escape the fate.

If there is an afterlife, dancing butterflies, I am willing to abandon the sword for you and go into hiding, burn incense and touch the piano with you, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and I will live and live.

Luo Xi stepped on the clouds, his sturdy figure, the Pangu axe cut through the void, condensed thousands of Dao methods, and slashed at Zhang Ziyu.

Shennong Qingyun changed his tricks almost at the same time, Shennong Ding transformed into a seven-colored rainbow, hovering horizontally above the endless void, and the rest of the masters of the Three Realms, with the power of Luo Xi and Shennong Qingyun, all sacrificed their magical powers, and shrouded Zhang Ziyu in a devastating manner.

The feather coat dissipated, and the delicate and innocent face scattered like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Zhang Ziyu stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the remaining pretty face, but it finally turned into thousands of splashes, like withered maple leaves, falling lightly on the ground, making a slight crisp sound.

The strong and swift cold air approached, Zhang Ziyu's pupils dilated, and the sword in his hand slowly turned around, Huo Ran's sword light was wide open, he was like an angry beast, an arrogant figure, an unruly sword shadow, and a spirit snake out of a hole in the sky.

In the void, the sword was shocked, the "......" sword ****, the white rainbow pierced the sun, and the extremely powerful sword blade turned into a poisonous snake to devour these masters of the Three Realms.

The dripping blood turned into a rain of blood, staining the void red, and the masters of the Three Realms didn't know why the dying Zhang Ziyu could still reverse and burst out with this endless power.

They don't know, they won't know when they die, the highest realm of Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword is comparable to destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, even if it has no spiritual power, it can condense the power of the surrounding space in a short moment, and conjure up unpredictable power.

I don't know if they underestimated Zhang Ziyu, or overestimated themselves, this kind of killing where heaven and earth have the same life, the sun and the moon have no light, maybe among the Three Realms, only he Zhang Ziyu can do it.

The supreme realm of sword cultivation, the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword of the Sword of the Holy Dao, is also truly brought into full play.

It is true that prosperity must decline, and things must be reversed, which is the ultimate law of the Three Thousand Great Roads.

There will never be absolute strength, and there will never be absolute decay.

Zhang Ziyu once again gushed out a sweet feeling in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of red blood spurted out, accompanied by the Pangu axe and Shennong Dingdi landing, Luo Xi and Shennong Qingyun were dumbfounded, one had his hands cut off, and the other had his legs cut off.

He no longer has the slightest strength to support himself suspended in the void, his body is constantly falling, and his ears are full of spirit stones dancing figures, is this his soul leading to hell?

Will all evildoers go to hell? Is he full of evil?

Vaguely, it was the scattered feather coat that condensed into the beautiful figure of the dancing butterfly, she smiled, smiled, and smiled.

Husband, come on! From now on, we will be together for the rest of our lives, and we will never be separated again. The dancing butterfly's lips moved slightly, and the shallow teeth were as white as snow, and the murmuring of swallows lingered in the mind.

I want to dance with you, and this life will never end.

When he comes, he returns, and the sword breaks through the sky.

It is a beautiful and unique guqin, a thousand-year-old plane wood carefully carved, the strings are moving, the peerless beauty, the shocking guqin.

Green and jade fingers, pluck the strings.

Fu Xiqin, the king's heart returns.

The moon is bright, the heart of the bright moon.

Playing the countless graceful tunes, she smiled, out of the water hibiscus as amazing, shallow eyes smiled and captivated the city, ancient and modern only for the king.

Gradually, the curtain ends, and the strings move......

The autumn wind, the maple leaves drifting, and the blood-colored sunset have inlaid the clouds with gold edges, which are gorgeous and clear......

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Oops...... Zhang Ziyu, didn't you go to work and sleep again, how many times did my mother tell you, don't work hard, work hard to find a job......" A shrill woman's voice roared in the office of an office building, and the thick slap like a sunflower fan slapped heavily on the shoulder of a young employee who was sleeping and whispering on the desk.

The young man was frightened, raised his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, looked at the fat woman on a bridge pier in front of him, grinned, scratched the back of his head, and said innocently: "Lord Director, how dare I sleep, just a little bit of dozing ......"

The playful young man, gesturing with his hands, looks like a hippie smile, but his mind is haunted in the wonderful dream just now, if it weren't for the "old witch" to disturb his dream, you can see the delicate face of the tender girl "Dancing Butterfly", it is really disappointing.

Although thousands of grass and mud horses were flying in his heart, he had to smile and beg for mercy at the old witch in front of him.

"Zhang Ziyu, my mother told you, if I see you going to work and sleeping again, you will get out of the way for my mother, as far as you want!"

"Yes, yes...... Lord in charge, the younger brother will never dare anymore, and there will be no more naps in the future. Zhang Ziyu hurriedly agreed, eager to drown this "fat woman" with a mouthful of spit.

He, Zhang Ziyu, a salesman of a private company, a college graduate with "Four Books and Five Classics", is a depressed and hard-working office worker, who can't fight his father, has no background, and has no background, so he has to act as a "son of a cow" in misery.

He was already a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water to avoid the supervisor's "raids" again and again, but he didn't care about the director's words and deeds.

It's just that the youth is passing away, nothing has been accomplished, not to mention the time and years, and there is a low-voiced life. It feels like a walking corpse to linger.

If only I could travel through the past like those time-traveling novels.

Zhang Ziyu silently glanced at the back of the fat old witch walking out of the office, and thought about it for a while, a wave of sleepiness hit him again, and his heavy eyelids made him want to fall asleep again.

Recently, in order to catch up with a few novels about kendo, he almost always reads novels all night at night, and sleeps during the day, which is a normal human need.

Whatever, his spirit is not good, which seriously affects his work efficiency, hehe, Lao Tzu continues to sleep, and continues to dream about the story of Zhang Ziyu and Dancing Butterfly who are holding famous swords.

Zhang Ziyu, who was exhausted, fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a different world......

A small dilapidated house made of bamboo strips, thunder and lightning, pouring rain, washed this small bamboo house that was about to collapse.

The gloomy sky, full of haze, rolling dark clouds, shrouded the sky, and the suffocating dull air was about to freeze.

"Ding-dong......"

The rain falls, and the piano is raised.

On a bamboo table, there is a delicate jade carved guqin, glowing with a gentle white light, and a girl in a white shirt with green jade fingers caressing the qin rhythmically.

The beauty of the amazing Hong is like a fairy, extraordinary, with a melon seed face, tender and smooth, and it can be broken by blowing.

The melodious sound of the piano makes people's hearts feel quiet and peaceful, and every string movement is like entering the internal organs, and the heart lake is enough to ripple slightly, cleansing the whole soul.

"Ding-dong......"

Heavenly sound, guqin.

It is like a stone particle thrown into the surface of the lake as calm as a mirror, rippling ripples.

Hey, what kind of place is this? Zhang Ziyu blinked his eyes, looked around at everything, and looked at the dignified and beautiful girl Fuqin, didn't she notice me? Or was it ignored?

Zhang Ziyu tried to figure out his situation, he didn't know if he didn't look at it, he was startled when he saw it, he was scared, the sword, Lao Tzu became a sword, and hung on the bamboo pillar behind the girl, a sword glowing with coldness.

This...... Crossing into a sword? No, no, to be exact, a sword spirit.

The ancient sword belongs to the "short soldier". Known as the "King of a Hundred Soldiers". Every sword has its soul, which is called the "sword spirit".

His head was "buzzing", and in an instant his head was about to crack, and his memories flashed through his mind like an old movie.

“...... The sword rises, and the spirit gathers...... The swordsman is honored...... Cultivating the sword with a sword spirit...... Nirvana incarnate ......"

“...... The sword cultivation starts from the Chengying Sword, 'Jiao divides the Chengying, the goose falls and forgets to return', the human sword is one, there is a spirit in the sword, there are people in the spirit, and the sword is ...... endlessly"

“...... Ancient swords in the world, sword spirit cultivation, to become a sword body ......"

Zhang Ziyu had a splitting headache, these fields flashed in his mind, he was dizzy, and fainted again.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The crisp voice sounded, which woke Zhang Ziyu up, opened his eyes, and saw that outside the bamboo house, a dazzling torch was lit, and the arrows rained down, and **** came in from outside the bamboo house.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The arrow sank into the bamboo pillar, and Zhang Ziyu's three souls were so frightened that they disappeared.

And next to the bamboo table in the center of the bamboo house, the dance hall has cold sleeves, feather clothes fluttering, the sound of the piano is everywhere, and between the frowning eyebrows of the girl in white shirts, the fuqin is turned into a cold light rolled out, and the sound waves pass through, shaking those arrows down.

"Dancing Butterfly, that slut is stubbornly resisting, everyone goes up together, kills her, and takes away the 'Famous Sword Technique' and the 'Famous Sword'!" With an angry roar, a spear pierced the door of the bamboo house, and a burly man landed at the door, the spear shook, pointing at the girl who was playing the piano in the bamboo house.

Dancing butterfly? Is she dancing butterfly? Is she Zhang Ziyu in that dream? Nima really crossed over.

It doesn't matter if you cross over, you have also crossed into a sword spirit, it seems that the "famous sword" in the mouth of the strong man at the door is probably the sword attached to the sword spirit.

"Gun God, beware of Fu Xiqin, the little slut of butterfly dance!" Another loud man's voice fell, and a young man fell, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a circular Tai Chi yin and yang pattern on his chest.

He was holding a pot glowing with purple red in his hand, surrounded by a flickering aura, a pair of lion eyes, blazing, standing awe-inspiring on the side of the strong man with a spear.

The girl frowned, her lips moved slightly, her teeth were like snow, and her pleasant silver bell-like voice was cold and piercing, "'Gun God' Shangguan Jin, a 'blood spilling gun' dominates the storm, 'Seeking Immortals' Nie Chongtian, a demon refining pot, absorbing the demons of heaven and earth, I didn't expect that the two of them were bewitched by demons and came to snatch the 'Famous Sword' and 'Famous Sword Trick'." ”

"Dancing Butterfly, don't talk nonsense, as long as you obediently hand over the 'Famous Sword' and 'Famous Sword Technique', we can let you live!" said Shangguan Jin, the spear god, with a gloomy face.

"Joke, Venerable Tianji handed over the 'Famous Sword' and the 'Famous Sword Technique' to the little girl, how could he easily let him fall into the hands of thieves such as you. You sanctimonious hypocrites, who doesn't know that you have a ghost in your heart, do you really think that if you have a 'famous sword', you can command the Three Realms?"

Dancing Butterfly groaned and shouted, like a long whip whipping these heroes who are famous all over the world, making these two people extremely unhappy.

Xun Xian Nie Chongtian rolled up his robe, held out the demon refining pot, and said in a fierce voice: "Dancing Butterfly, don't toast or eat and punish wine, you have to block it again, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Hmph, you dare to be presumptuous here, first ask the Fu Xiqin in the girl's hand!" Before the dancing butterfly spoke, the jade palm slapped on the bamboo table, and a dark blue cyclone held up the guqin on the bamboo table.

Dancing butterflies dance lightly and caress the qin, melodious piano sounds, natural fairy music, turning into a sharp blade of sound waves swept towards the spear god Shangguan Jin and the immortal Nie Chongtian.

The blood-dripping spear in Shangguan Jin's hand drew an arc, and the air was red and bloody, stabbing at the sound wave of the dancing butterfly.

Nie Chongtian threw out the demon refining pot, changed the trick, and sacrificed the demon refining pot, the demon refining pot was suspended in the air, spinning, and the light covered the bamboo house, intertwined with the sound waves aroused by the dancing butterflies.

From a distance, it looks like two flying dragons fighting together, and the cyclone "buzzes", stirring the bamboo house to the ground.

Arrows were still raining down from outside the bamboo house, rain curtains, and thunder roared.

It can be seen that the outside of this dilapidated bamboo house is already surrounded inside and out, and it is difficult to fly if you want to escape from here.

Dancing Butterfly was very aware of her current situation, and when she handed over the "Famous Sword Technique" and "Famous Sword" to her at Tianji Peak, she knew that it would lead to unnecessary disputes.

Unexpectedly, the Three Realms competed, surrounded and looted everywhere, attracting endless killings, and the world was even more strife, harming the innocent people.

In this out-of-the-world wilderness far away from the hustle and bustle, she originally planned to take the famous sword and the famous sword trick to retreat to reduce the bloody killing.

After all, they still found it, and whether the famous sword and the famous sword trick can be preserved will be fought here.

The Venerable Heavenly Machine prophesied at that time: When the famous sword reappears and the killings are everywhere, a great hero may be born.

Since it is a famous sword, since ancient times, famous swords have been matched with heroes, and heroes have been matched with beauties. Moreover, such a sword, the sword spirit is condensed, how can it be nameless, and it is controlled by the ordinary people of the Three Realms.

Dancing Butterfly came to this unknown mountain to take refuge with the famous sword and the famous sword trick, but she also escaped three or five years, and the catastrophe could not be avoided after all!

Attracting masters like "Seeking Immortals" Nie Chongtian and "Gun God" Shangguan Jin was indeed unexpected by Dancing Butterfly.

I'm afraid that the people who come from outside this bamboo house are all masters of the Three Realms, and they seem to be determined to get the famous sword and the famous sword trick.

While the dancing butterfly sighed softly, the jade finger stroked the qin, this Fuxi qin, which was comparable to her life, was originally a divine weapon given to her by the Heavenly Machine Venerable.

She has been good at music and dance skills since she was a child, dancing for nine days, which can be called a butterfly change, and is named "Dancing Butterfly". Since she got this magnificent divine weapon from the Venerable Tianji-Fu Xiqin, she has even broken through the rhythm of music and deduced the supreme supernatural power.

A song of Fuxiqin, the heavenly ghosts are terrifying. The dance hall is accompanied by cold sleeves, and the butterfly shadow is drunk in the world.

Whether it is the spear god Shangguan Jin or the immortal Nie Chongtian, the name of the dancing butterfly has long been like thunder, in the early years, in order to snatch the famous sword and the famous sword master of the Three Realms, there have been thirty-nine tragic deaths under her Fu Xiqin.

"Boom, boom!"

Blinding lightning tore through the sky, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

"It's a mess!"

Then there was a pouring rain, pouring down, as if there was a downturn to subvert the frame of the bamboo house.

"Huh!" "Gun God" Shangguan Jin drew an arc with a bloody spear in his hand, and a spiritual power came out of the curl, and the arc drew a circle, and the tip of the gun shook, shattering the raindrops that fell from the bamboo house, and straightened up a gun and stabbed at the dancing butterfly.

"Seeking Immortals" Nie Chongtian held the demon refining pot, condensed a congenital Fuxi gossip cyclone diagram, and devoured the sound waves rippling out of the dancing butterflies, which were submerged in the spiritual power of the demon refining pot, and could not exert its due power at all.

The dancing butterfly frowned, her pretty face was a little more sad, and the speed at which the green jade fingers plucked the strings was even faster, and for a while, the sound waves flowed, like a galloping and roaring wave, and the waves rose and fell one after another, hitting away.

The three strong currents collided together, making a dull loud noise.

"Bang!"

The bamboo hut was shattered by the air current, and the bamboo strips on the eaves fell down in a disorderly manner.

When those bamboo strips were scattered, and when I looked up, the bamboo house was suspended in the void around it, all of them were masters of the Three Realms from all walks of life and dressed in different clothes. They are all holding swords, drawing bows and arrows, strong bows and arrows, and crossbows, all facing the dancing butterflies.

Zhang Ziyu's eyes were different, he was frightened by this sudden change, and under a closer look, the bamboo house was actually standing on a lonely peak that stood out from the crowd.

Straight to the peak of Xiaohan, the bamboo house is built on the top of the mountain, looking at the Shenyu from afar, the roaring thunder, the dazzling lightning, and the extraordinarily clear Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder tear the sky, shooting down a cold streamer, and the rolling thunder is even more deafening.

"Bang dang!"

The sword was shaken to the ground, Zhang Ziyu was startled, lying down, it didn't hurt? Being thrown off such a high pillar, there was no pain? Is it really dead? Or has it become a mummy?

Shangguan Jin's blood spear turned into a cyclone, the tip of the spear was a little brighter, Ling Yue rose, and stabbed at the throat of the dancing butterfly, full of spiritual power, and the tricks were extremely ruthless.

At this moment, Nie Chongtian's condensed innate Fuxi Bagua spiritual power cyclone emitted a white glow that devoured all things, and his palm was facing the demon refining pot, pouring all the spiritual energy.

The aura poured into the demon refining pot, "bang", burning an endless void fire, and it made the innate Fuxi gossip spiritual power cyclone have the magic of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

Dancing butterflies and willow eyebrows frowned, snorted, swayed the Xiqin, jade fingers plucked the strings like lightning, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong ......" endlessly, the aftermath lingered, three days endlessly.

But seeing the vast and rushing sea in front of him, the waves were stormy, and he was facing the spiritual power of Shangguan Jin and Nie Chongtian.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time as the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder, there was a dull loud noise, and the powerful spiritual power shook the bamboo house again, shaking the famous sword on the ground a few times.

Dancing Butterfly's eyes widened, her pupils dilated, because Shangguan Jin didn't wait for her to come back to her senses, the blood-dripping spear shook off the rain curtain, shattered the air with a shot, and stabbed Dancing Butterfly's throat again.

Such a wonderful magical change caught the dancing butterfly off guard. If you withdraw your hand and fight to the death with Shangguan Jin's bloody spear, you may be able to survive by luck.

But what made her desperate was that Nie Chongtian's demon refining pot conjured up endless demons and monsters, and the resentment was full, and suddenly on the lonely peak, endless resentful spirits were flying.

Even if she was able to shoot down Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping spear, the endless resentful spirits raised by Nie Chongtian's demon refining pot would devour her soul.

"Nie Chongtian, despicable and shameless, you are a famous and decent family, and you are actually using such despicable means!" Even though Wudie was stabbed to death by Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping gun, he would never let the resentful spirit sacrificed by Nie Chongtian devour his soul, and then, his arms shook, and endless sound waves rolled out.

Everywhere the sound wave passed, there was a mourning, and those flying resentful spirits were all ready to meet and suddenly scattered.

"Phew!"

Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping gun pierced her left rib, and at the last moment, her body deviated, and she finally escaped her life.

The red blood splashed from below her shoulder, and she opened her mouth to spray a mouthful of blood, and her heart was cold, she looked at Shangguan Jin in surprise, and shouted word by word: "Shangguan Jin, you ...... Poison on the gun?

Shangguan Jin's blood spear slashed sideways, the tip of the spear hung low, with a cold expression, and glanced at the dancing butterfly, "It's a pity, you know too late!

"Despicable!" Butterfly scolded fiercely, but the blood on her shoulder turned a little black, and she looked panicked, wanting to pluck the strings again and fight the enemy to the death. But a pair of hands seemed to be disjointed, and he couldn't lift up a trace of strength.

The dantian was even more churning, unable to carry a trace of spiritual power, staring at these two masters from famous and decent families with resentful eyes.

There are many masters of the Three Realms flying around, no matter who they are, they can kill the dancing butterfly if they step forward at this moment. And those who can fly up to the lonely peak are all among the best masters in the Three Realms. It seems that they are bound to win this famous sword.

It's just that he has failed to live up to the trust of the Heavenly Machine Venerable, and the famous sword will eventually fall into the hands of these powerful villains who are greedy for fame and fortune, but it's a pity, even if he dies, he won't be blind.

Zhang Ziyu watched all this happen, hateful and angry, but he couldn't do anything.

Dancing Butterfly was there to protect the famous sword, in other words, she was injured to protect me. There are so many masters of the Three Realms, all of them are seven-foot men, and they actually did this to a woman.

Hmph, he prides himself on being a decent family, flaunting a gentleman and chivalrous man, with a good sense of morality, all of them are human-faced and beast-hearted, and his secret arrows hurt people, what kind of heroes and heroes are he, what kind of righteous people are he.

No, I can't watch Butterfly being murdered, I want to save her. Zhang Ziyu belittled these "hypocrites" from the bottom of his heart.

As far as his mind could reach, the famous sword "clanged", blooming endless sword waves, he only felt dizzy, closed his eyes, and his eyes appeared...... Sword Spirit Shapeshift...... With the edge of the sword, slay the demons and eliminate the demons...... Clash of the Three Realms...... The sword becomes a qi and the initial shadow is inherited...... Jiao divides the shadow, and the geese forget to return ......"

When he opened his eyes again, he felt that he was holding a sword weapon in his hand, a cold device, and the dantian was surging with incomparably comfortable spiritual power.

With the transformation of swords, Zhang Ziyu transformed from the sword spirit among the famous swords, with a handsome face, a lofty instrument, and an extraordinary bearing.

Wearing a gray shirt and a shiny long sword in his hand, two Lishu fonts "Chengying" appeared on the blade.

Nani, the sword spirit in his hand is a divine weapon-the Shadow Sword, the Sword Spirit Imperial Sword, slaying demons and demons?Zhang Ziyu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he was sure that all this was true, he was simply ecstatic.

Because of the surrounding Three Realms masters, they were all dumbfounded, looking at all these changes, no one would believe that a famous sword with thousands of hidden thousands of words had actually transformed into a human form.

Zhang Ziyu didn't have time to pay attention to those masters of the Three Realms, he wanted to save his benefactor, Dancing Butterfly.

He stepped forward with an arrow, picked up the weak Dancing Butterfly, and asked with concern, "Butterfly Dancing Girl, how are you?"

Although the dancing butterfly was dying, she had to see everything really just now, she coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood, and a smile of relief appeared on her face, "The famous sword hides the sword spirit, the sword spirit turns into a human form, the demon saves the world, and the Three Realms defend the balance." The Venerable Heavenly Machine really has insight into the Heavenly Machine, and knows all these calamities well. ”

Zhang Ziyu was stunned, who is the Venerable of the Heavenly Machine? Could it be a certain master in the Three Realms? Hearing the name of the Venerable of the Heavenly Machine, he must be a master of the bull breaking and booming.

"Butterfly Dancing Girl, as long as I am here, I will never let them hurt you!" Zhang Ziyu crossed his sword on his chest, his eyes were blazing, and he looked around at the stunned masters of the Three Realms, with a look of death.

"Sword Spirit, you must be careful, these people are despicable and shameless, don't let them break your golden body. Dancing Butterfly barely managed to support her body and said word by word.

Zhang Ziyu groaned slightly and smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I'm fine, they can't help me." ”

He didn't know if he could fight against these Three Realms masters, but since he was a traverser and became a weird "sword spirit", he must have some special functions.

"My name is Zhang Ziyu, not Sword Spirit. He was afraid that Wudie would not know what his surname was, so he immediately added.

Wu Die smiled and said disappreciatively: "Sword Spirit, I don't care what your name is, in my eyes, you are the Sword Spirit." ”

"Beauty, you are mistaken, I am really not a sword spirit, my name is Zhang Ziyu, a man with flesh and blood, heart and lungs. Zhang Ziyu has always been a little "ruffian", holding the jade hand of the dancing butterfly, covering her slippery jade hand, pulling her hand to touch his chest, "Don't believe it, you touch it, there is a heartbeat, there is a ...... of chest muscles"

Dancing Butterfly's cold eyes swept over Zhang Ziyu's face, and her pink face turned a peach-like flush because she touched the "poof" beating heart, "You...... What do you do?"

Zhang Ziyu grinned, "No, in my eyes, you are my goddess, I have seen you in my dreams, in order to see you, I have offended the 'dead fat woman', and I have traveled through many time and space to meet you." ”

"You...... Why are you so flamboyant?" Wu Die looked at Zhang Ziyu in some surprise, isn't he a sword spirit? How can he have such crooked thoughts? He likes me? No, it is impossible for a person to be a sword spirit.

And in the Three Realms, this is unprecedented. People have souls, and swords have sword spirits, but how can sword spirits be compared to people, and how can there be human thoughts?

Zhang Ziyu swallowed his saliva, looked at the weak dancing butterfly, felt distressed, and wanted to argue with her, but seeing her so delicate, he couldn't bear it, so he bit his tongue and was silent.

"That's enough!" The blood-dripping spear in Shangguan Jin's hand suddenly drew out a spiritual power, the tip of the spear pointed at Zhang Ziyu, the gaze of the Yin Eagle Falcon, and glared at him angrily, "I don't care if you are a human or a sword spirit, today, you don't want to take away the dancing butterfly, let alone the idea of fighting a famous sword." ”

"That's right, unless you walk by on our corpses!" Nie Chongtian shook the demon refining pot in his hand, and thousands of spiritual powers condensed, forming a portal, and he shouted, and his posture was also blocking the way of Zhang Ziyu and Dancing Butterfly.

Zhang Ziyu helped the dancing butterfly and walked over step by step, his cold face was grinning, "Tut...... Stepping on your corpses? Can I understand that you are too unconfident in yourself and too much in me?

He had a contemptuous look on his face, for these masters of the Three Realms, the appearance of this young and handsome young man, unruly, and his eyebrows were full of heroic energy, which really shocked them a lot.

"You ......" Shangguan Jin gritted his steel teeth with anger, "You will pay the price of blood for this sentence!"

Zhang Ziyu's eyebrows sank, and he was still smiling, "A manly man, blood does not shed tears." I ......" he deliberately paused slightly, and glanced at Shangguan Jin and Nie Chongtian with a pair of tiger eyes, "I like the smell of blood, which is far more stimulating to my eyes than the smoke of the battlefield." However, I can assure you that it will not be me who will shed the blood, but you!"

"What an arrogant tone, do you know who we are?" Nie Chongtian straightened his waist and shook the signature weapon "Demon Refining Pot" in his hand, among the Three Realms, no one knows about the Demon Refining Pot, and no one knows.

However, Zhang Ziyu didn't bother to take a look, and said with a sneering smile: "I don't care what kind of cat or dog you are, or what kind of monkey you invite to tease." Or, if you hold some urinals in my way and try to threaten me, then, I tell you unceremoniously, I will give you no chance to regret it!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone present was shocked in their hearts, is this young man crazy?

Among the Three Realms, who dares to despise the demon refining pot in Nie Chongtian's hand, unless he is tired of life, otherwise, no one dares to be bold enough to take his life to collide with Nie Chongtian.

Even Wu Die was surprised, this young man who was transformed into a sword spirit couldn't be a man with a water in his head, right? Even she was afraid of Nie Chongtian and Shangguan Jin, did he really not know the height of the sky?

As soon as Zhang Ziyu's voice fell, his hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and the Chengying Sword in his hand condensed a strong spiritual power, which seemed to be in the same breath as his body, and every trace of breath wandering in the blade was like the beating of his heart.

The muscles on Nie Chongtian's face were twisting and twitching, and the palm of his hand urged the spiritual power, and he sacrificed the pagoda-like demon refining pot, and above the endless void, the huge demon refining pot phantom turned into thousands of changes, enveloping Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu's wrist sank, the spiritual power came from the dantian, the sword was ****, the Chengying sword was like a dragon, the sword qi was like a rainbow, the sword was swept away, "bang", above the void, the sword collided with the demon refining pot, electric light, and sparks.

The shadow of the sword swayed, echoing in the endless void, winding the demon refining pot, as if he was holding a kite in his hand, shaking the demon refining pot and heading towards Nie Chongtian himself.

Nie Chongtian was taken aback, and in a hurry, he unloaded his spiritual power, silently recited the trick, and took the demon refining pot in his hand.

However, as soon as he took it in his hand, the demon refining pot was shining brightly, and it burned with a "bang", like a blazing furnace, scorching extremely hot, making Nie Chongtian jump up, hurriedly withdraw his hand, and threw the demon refining pot out.

And the gushing power shook his chest, and in his chest, the waves were suddenly surging, the blood flowed backwards, and he opened his mouth to "wow" and spewed out a mouthful of red blood, a pale face, and a pair of eyes of disbelief, looking at Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu smiled playfully, "How's that?"

"You...... Who are you?" Nie Chongtian was dumbfounded, and he no longer dared to underestimate Zhang Ziyu, and even everyone present did not dare to make a rash move, after all, his move was to hit Nie Chongtian hard, one of the most famous masters in the Three Realms.

"Who am I?" hiss...... You can't be joking with me, are you?" Zhang Ziyu's eyebrows flashed, and he glanced at Nie Chongtian and Shangguan Jin, and then said, "You have tracked all the way, and in order to seize your selfish desires, you will do whatever it takes. Aren't so many people dealing with a woman all here to seize the famous sword? Let me tell you, I am the famous sword, and the sword in my hand is called the 'Chengying Sword', no, I am a famous sword spirit, and it's not right, my name is Zhang Ziyu, hehe, yes, Zhang Ziyu!"

"Zhang Ziyu?" Everyone looked at each other, and there was a lot of discussion, all searching in their minds, in the Three Realms, there was a young man named "Zhang Ziyu", holding a famous sword, and he was a blockbuster.

But after thinking about it for a while, no one had a result, and in the Three Realms, no one had heard of a young master named "Zhang Ziyu", so who was he?

The answer is: no one knows.

"Hehe, I guess you must be racking your brains to think, who is this young Zhang Ziyu?" Zhang Ziyu glanced at those Three Realms masters contemptuously, "Don't think about it, Zhang Ziyu, there was no such person in the Three Realms before." However, from now on, these three words of Zhang Ziyu will be your nightmare and will be deeply imprinted in your hearts. ”

Everyone was stunned again, and they all took a few steps back.

Dancing Butterfly stumbled a few steps, almost fell, and said softly: "Sword Spirit, I don't want to see their ugly faces, take me away." ”

"Yes!" Zhang Ziyu nodded vigorously, "Butterfly Girl, I'll take you away!"

After speaking, he supported the dancing butterfly and walked forward.

Shangguan Jin took a step forward, blocked the blood-dripping spear in the air, and shouted: "Stop, you don't want to leave today!"

Zhang Ziyu was also empty in his heart, because although he knew that he had crossed into a sword spirit, he must have some "golden fingers", so he was arrogant and arrogant.

Under the battle with Nie Chongtian, the Chengying Sword bloomed with a dazzling sword, and Nie Chongtian was defeated with one move. He is even more sure that he must have absolutely powerful power.

So, in the face of the "blood dripping gun" Shangguan Jindi's interception, he smiled coldly and said disappreciatively: "You really think that you are holding a burning stick, that is...... Is it Lu Bu? Bah, good dogs don't get in the way, I advise you, it's better to dodge, hum!"

"Boy, don't think that holding chicken feathers can be used as an arrow, when Lao Tzu is crisscrossing the Three Realms, I'm afraid that you are still wearing open crotch pants. If you dare to take another step, I'll have one more hole in my body. "Shangguan Jin condensed the spiritual power of the blood spilling spear, revealing an incomparably cold aura, which made people feel a little suffocating.

Zhang Ziyu sighed "sigh", and said faintly: "What I hate most in my life is my grandson's pretending to be a fork, do you think you really have the ability to stop me?

Shangguan Jin was enraged, completely enraged, from Zhang Ziyu's defeat of Nie Chongtian with a sword, and even from Zhang Ziyu's arrogant tone of provocation, he was holding back the fire in his stomach, and this time he was provoked by Zhang Ziyu's words, and he was even more angry.

The blood-dripping spear in his hand drew an arc, and the tip of the spear shook, and with a whistling sound, it stabbed straight at Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu swept the sword horizontally, and a sword light was devoured, and the light blue sword qi formed a barrier cyclone, and the bullet was about to go away.

"Bang!"

With a dull loud bang, the sword qi swept away the breath of the blood lance, sending Shangguan Jinzhen flying down to the cliff.

Zhang Ziyu lowered his face gloomily and smiled at Dancing Butterfly, "Dancing Butterfly Girl, how is it?

Butterfly glanced at him and muttered, "Are you proud?"

"Hehe, the hero saves the beauty, the sword hero, how majestic!" Zhang Ziyu held the dancing butterfly and jumped down towards the endless void, sacrificed his spirit, flew in the sky, and broke out of the encirclement.

When Shangguan Jin, Nie Chongtian and other masters of the Three Realms came back to their senses, they saw that between the clouds, the backs of Zhang Ziyu and Wudie gradually passed away, even if they wanted to chase them, it was too late.

Shangguan Jin clenched his fists, beat his chest and scolded fiercely: "Raised by a son of a bitch, no matter the ends of the world, Lao Tzu must find you and break your corpses into thousands of pieces to vent the hatred in my heart." ”

Nie Chongtian nodded and sighed, "Brother Shangguan, the famous sword is already within reach, but who knew that a young master was killed halfway, and all the previous efforts were wasted." But I don't know what the origin of this 'Zhang Ziyu' boy is?"

"Could it really be a famous sword spirit?" Shangguan Jin condensed his eyebrows and thought deeply.

Nie Chongtian paused: "In the early years, I saw some ancient fragments, saying that this sword has a sword spirit, can be transformed into a sword cultivator, once he enters the sword cultivation, he will practice the supreme sword technique, and the supreme realm is called the 'Holy Dao Realm', but it is ......"

"But what?" Shangguan Jin asked curiously.

Nie Chongtian said in a low voice: "However, entering the sword cultivation and extinguishing the love relationship, there have always been people who have been able to practice this supreme sword realm. ”

"Entering the sword cultivation and extinguishing the relationship?hiss~ Then you say, what is the relationship between this young man and the dancing butterfly?" Shangguan Jin asked again.

Nie Chongtian shook his head, looked at the figure in the distance, and sighed.

The dripping rain, at this time, actually stopped, the sky was clear, blue and cloudless, as far as the eye could see, above the sky, the scorching sun was in the sky, scorching all worlds.

The realm of desire is the general name of hell, hungry ghosts, animals, Shura, the human world and the six heavens of desire. In this realm, sentient beings are greedy for food, sex, sleep, and other desires.

The whole mountains and rivers of the desire realm, the scrolls are stretched out in the eyes of Zhang Ziyu and dancing butterflies, mountains, rivers, and thousands of ethnic groups, whether it is hell, hungry ghosts, livestock, or Shura, the world, and the six desires, they are all intricate.

This is a magical realm, which opened Zhang Ziyu's eyes, as long as he stayed away from the face of the fat woman's supervisor, everything was so beautiful.

He and the dancing butterfly unloaded their spiritual power, landed lightly at the door of a vermilion lacquer mansion, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The courtyard is spotless, under the courtyard wall, there is a group of green bamboo, and on one side of the green bamboo, there is an octagonal pavilion.

Under the pavilion, there is a clear lake, the lake water is crystal clear, standing upright blooming lotus, bursts of fragrant fragrance permeate the whole courtyard, which is refreshing.

An arched bridge is erected on the surface of the lake, and the carved railings are very exquisite. On the shore of the lake, a few weeping willows swayed in the wind, and the willow branches sometimes lightly touched the surface of the lake, rippling a string of ripples.

"Doctor, doctor, someone is injured, hurry up and come out to save people!" Zhang Ziyu shouted loudly into the courtyard, he was not reckless to break into the mansion, he saw that this mansion was hanging a plaque on the lintel at the gate, engraved with "Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall", four large characters inlaid with gold.

Dancing Butterfly fought with the masters of the Three Realms and was seriously injured, so she wanted to seek medical treatment, and this Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall was the nearest town medical hall coming down from the mountain.

"Sword Spirit, what doctor? I'm looking for a doctor. Butterfly barely said a word, her face was as pale as paper, and she was dying.

Well, doctor should be the modern term, in this time and space, it should be called "doctor". Zhang Ziyu is a long knowledge.

He was slightly stunned, and then shouted anxiously, "Doctor, doctor, is there anyone? Someone is injured, hurry up and come out to save people!"

As soon as the words fell, a fat head poked out from the side of the courtyard, and said impatiently: "Who is making a lot of noise here? Don't you know that the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall has been closed today?"

While speaking, a round figure, a shy "fat sea" with a big belly came out, tiger-headed, quite shrewd, with a small beard on his chin, striding out, looking at Zhang Ziyu and the dancing butterfly.

"The Mandate of Heaven Medical Hall is closed, and there will be no treatment today. "Fat Sea" waved his hand and said in an evicted order.

Zhang Ziyu was angry, but he still suppressed his anger, and grinned: "Fat uncle, we ......"

"Stinky boy, what do you call me? What fat uncle? Am I fat?" "Fat Dahai" spun his fat body like a spinning top and asked, "Can I be called fat? Which eye do you see that I am fat?"

Zhang Ziyu swallowed his saliva, and still said with a smile: "Yes...... You're not fat, you're just skinny and not noticeable, that fat ...... Ahem, this uncle, are you the doctor of this medical hall?"

"What kind of cross-eyed, I used to lose weight!" "Fat Dahai" chattered, "You guys hurry up, our Heavenly Destiny Medical Center will only treat three patients a day, and it is full today." ”

Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, what kind of regulation is this, people say to open the door to do business, you are closing the door to thank customers? Don't you know that the customer is God? If God is not happy, hum, you can drink the northwest wind!

Although Zhang Ziyu was very unhappy in his heart, he understood very well that he must not offend this "fat sea" now, he looked at the dancing butterfly, and said to the "fat sea" with a smile: "Uncle, look at your kind eyebrows, you must be a good person, a good person." You are fine, see that this friend of mine is seriously injured, please save her!"

"Fat Sea" glanced at the dancing butterflies a few times, and waved his hand, "Go...... This girl is so badly injured, if something goes wrong in my Heavenly Destiny Medical Hall, wouldn't it have smashed our signboard?"

"Dead fat paper, what nonsense are you talking about, who is wrong?" Zhang Ziyu couldn't help but scold angrily when he heard this "fat sea" speak disrespectfully to the dancing butterfly.

"You...... You ......" "Fat Sea" pointed at Zhang Ziyu, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhang Ziyu was unforgiving, "Dead fat paper, let me tell you, if you don't heal my friend today, hum, I won't leave." If my friend has three longs and two shorts, I will burn down your medical hall. And it's hyping that your Heavenly Destiny Medical Hall is a black shop if you don't save you when you die!"

"Stinky boy, have you eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, and you dare to come to the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall to spread wild and find faults! Come on, teach this stinky boy a lesson!" Who knows, "Fat Sea" greeted him, and more than a dozen fierce men rushed out from all directions, walked over and surrounded Zhang Ziyu and Dancing Butterflies.

Dancing Butterfly "cough" twice, dragged Zhang Ziyu, and said softly: "Sword Spirit, let's go!"

Zhang Ziyu held the dancing butterfly and said with concern: "Dancing butterfly girl, today, I still don't believe in this evil." ”

"Sword Spirit, you can't beat them!" Dancing Butterfly opened her eyes slightly, and glanced at the big man who surrounded her.

Zhang Ziyu smiled bitterly, she didn't believe in my ability? Could it be that on the top of the mountain, it wasn't me who hit the masters of the Three Realms hard?

He took a step forward confidently and pressed the jade hand of the dancing butterfly, "Don't worry, let me beat them up, and then find the doctor in this medical hall to treat you." ”

"Sword Spirit, don't ......" Before the dancing butterfly finished speaking, Zhang Ziyu aimed at one of the big men who smashed it with his fist in the chest, and "poof" was a punch.

However, the big man was so angry that he was punched in the chest by Zhang Ziyu, as if he was slapped by "cotton", not to mention knocking the big man down with a punch, even if he was shocked back a step.

The big man was furious, picked up a punch, and hit Zhang Ziyu in the face.

Zhang Ziyu staggered a few steps, a tingling pain came from his cheek, and suddenly, his face was bruised, he had Venus in his eyes, and before he understood what was going on, the big man punched again.

Wu Dieqiang took a step, stretched out his jade hand, pinched the fist of the big man, and sent it away, and a strong spiritual power shook open.

The big man grinned, shouted non-stop, covered his hand, had been dislocated by the butterfly, fell heavily to the ground, rolled non-stop, and screamed like a pig.

Zhang Ziyu is like a dream, didn't he cross over into a sword spirit? Didn't he defeat Nie Chongtian, the master of the Three Realms, the "Demon Refining Pot", and Shangguan Jin, the "Dripping Blood Spear", with one sword?

What the hell is going on?

Without waiting for him to think about it, the dancing butterfly staggered a few steps, crumbling, his lips opened, and "wow" spit out a mouthful of red blood.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand, supported the dancing butterfly, and asked with concern, "Dancing butterfly girl, how are you?"

A smile appeared on Dancing Butterfly's face, "Sword Spirit, don't be impulsive, you can't beat them." ”

"Why, why do I feel like I don't have any martial arts anymore?" Zhang Ziyu asked in surprise.

"Because you are a sword spirit!" Dancing Butterfly said categorically, "All 'spirits' need to have aura, and in this world of desire, there is no aura in hell, hungry ghosts, animals, Shura, etc. Therefore, you have no martial arts, and there is a high chance that you will disappear and return to the famous sword. ”

Zhang Ziyu muttered to himself in disbelief: "The sword spirit needs aura, without aura, I don't exist, so I want to return to the famous sword?"

"Yes, but thank you for bringing me to this Heavenly Destiny Medical Hall!" Butterfly smiled slightly, "No matter what, I won't let the famous sword fall into the hands of those hypocrites. I will use my last breath of strength to take you to a place full of spiritual energy, so that you can transform your sword cultivation. ”

"Sword Cultivation Transformation?" Zhang Ziyu felt that this sword spirit and famous sword were too tall, and it was really brain-opening to understand, what kind of exercises did sword cultivation make.

"That's right, with the sword cultivation, the way of the sword transformed. When you are able to cultivate the aura in your dantian, you will be able to exist normally. Dancing Butterfly further explained.

Zhang Ziyu looked stunned, "That means that I'm not a normal person now?"

Dancing Butterfly nodded, "Yes, you can return to the famous sword in peace!

Zhang Ziyu wanted to say something, but he only felt a force surging in the dantian, dizzy for a while, and a text appeared in his eyes: "...... Cultivating with a spiritual sword...... Kendo incarnation...... Closure and closing...... There is a spiritual ...... to come and go".

He felt a wave of fatigue hit him, and a puff of green smoke drifted in front of him, and then when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the hands of the dancing butterfly, which was the famous sword that made the masters of the Three Realms crazy.

Zhang Ziyu sighed, this is the rhythm of Shenma's hard work, like going to prison. Thinking that I, Zhang Ziyu, am wholeheartedly kind, and not a single ant has ever been pinched to death, he actually wants me to suffer like this.

He blinked his eyes and quietly clinged to the famous sword, looking at the weak body of the dancing butterfly, his feet were extremely paralyzed.

"Fat Dahai" watched the "arrogant" kid just now disappear out of thin air, rubbed his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and shouted at the dancing butterfly: "Who are you?

Wudie said softly: "The little woman was killed by a thief and was seriously injured, please pass it on and thank you for the little woman's healing." ”

"No, you're not in the realm of desire, you're not human, you're a demon," "Fat Dahai" shook his head, "The Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall never heals demons, what are you still doing in a daze, on!"

The big men rolled up their sleeves and approached the butterfly step by step, wanting to beat her up.

Zhang Ziyu was frightened, if it weren't for his lack of aura, he wouldn't be able to perform martial arts. Dancing Butterfly will not be bullied by these villains, a dignified seven-foot man, actually did it to a dying woman, what is this.

However, without aura, he couldn't break free from the famous sword, so he had to watch Dancing Butterfly be bullied.

Seeing that the dancing butterfly was about to be punched and kicked by these big men, at the last moment, a voice came: "Stop!"

In the blink of an eye, a Confucian in a white robe came by. The reason why he is called "Confucian" is because this man has a crown on his head, a white Confucian robe, a white face, a scholarly appearance, and a national character face, with a bit of righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

Zhang Ziyu patted his chest lightly and said secretly: "God bless, good people have good rewards." Finally helped Dancing Butterfly avoid a catastrophe. (To be continued.) )