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This cloud-like method seems to be a false trick of Mr. Wuyou's temptation, but there must be something else in the temptation of such characters.

The three cow hair needles were slightly deviated by the angle of the sword qi, but their speed did not decrease but increased, and they flew forward at a more insidious angle.

Yue Guhan's heart sank, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

This Mr. Wu You is obviously a person who is very familiar with himself, this person is familiar enough to understand his habit of wielding sword qi casually, and has estimated the strength and angle of sword qi, and has made a response.

At this moment, the Sword Sect had already understood that these thirty-four thin needles were not off the target, because the target at the beginning was not himself.

It's Wanheng not far away.

There was almost no reaction time left, and the three cow hair needles came out through the body, but the true qi contained in them remained in Wan Heng's body, and the masculine and domineering true qi tore Wan Heng's body to pieces in an instant.

The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond.

Chengde Jiedu made the masters of the palace so confused that they lost their lives at the first moment of the battle between the two masters.

"You really don't give me face. ”

Although it was said that he was a disciple who was picked up halfway, he died directly in front of his eyes, and the face of the Sword Sect could not be hung up.

Mr. Wu You smiled lightly, he knew the person of the Sword Sect best, although his mouth sounded unhappy, but there was no one in this world who was worthy of the Sword Sect's sadness.

It's just that I can't hang on my face.

The Sword Sect connected the dots with the void with both hands, setting off several sword qis, and Mr. Wu You's right thumb was lucky one after another, and the sword qi shot up, and a draw was created between the two.

The thumb that stood up lifted lightly and fixed Yue Gu Han's sword qi in mid-air.

The sword qi is originally formless and qualitative, and it can nail this sword qi that is worse than flowing water in mid-air, and what Mr. Wu You uses must be a stunt.

Confucianism has derived three sets of peerless learning based on "The Mean", each of which can be described as a grandmaster level when looking at the rivers and lakes.

It is the so-called middle finger, compromise trick, and time sword.

Keeping the right in the execution, compromising to the peace, and using the power in the time.

Holding the middle finger is a miracle used to defend the palace, and Mr. Wu You designates the sword qi, which is the beauty of his "integrity".

"Good kung fu, Confucian stunts are really extraordinary. ”

The Sword Sect exclaimed, although the momentum of the Shicai set of combos was noisy, it was indeed a hidden needle in the cotton, and there were four fatal changes in the seven sword qis, but they were all gently resolved by the middle finger of the gentleman Wu You.

Mr. Wu You nodded slightly, the Sword Sect had not yet performed a real stunt, so he could be so well-organized.

The two were testing each other, when suddenly a desolate sound rang out in the night sky.

Such as crying like complaining, such as resentment, dancing the hidden Jiao, crying the wife of the lonely boat.

The rhythm runs through the pure internal force, which is breathtaking, and the sound penetrates the universe.

"And the masters?"

The Sword Sect looked around at him, Xiao Sheng was so tall that it was difficult to distinguish the direction, and it was obvious that there were other masters hidden in the dense forest around him.

Yue Guhan turned his eyes to look at Mr. Wu You on the other side, the forces behind this person could probably be guessed, but he didn't expect to spend such a big capital here.

Is it deliberately aimed at yourself? or is it something else?

The Sword Sect was not frightened, but smiled: "You are willing to spend the capital. “”

Mr. Wu You said slowly: "If you come, you will be safe." Why should the Sword Sect be too modest. ”

The existence of this person is really a trouble for the teacher to lay out the world.

And Yue Guhan is notoriously difficult to deal with, fortunately, the teacher has no last resort, and he started to lay out early, and finally caught him right here.

Xiao Sheng's voice became higher and higher, and the Sword Sect's brows became more and more furrowed.

In today's world, there are very few forces in the rivers and lakes that can come up with two grandmaster-level masters. Except for the thousand-year-old demon of the Dao Sheng, I am afraid that only the Confucian Saint family has this strength.

The martial arts of this Mr. Wu in front of him must belong to the Confucian lineage, and with such an open fire, Chu Fengge can be said to be poor.

"Okay! You sour Confucians and my Liang Zi are married. In the future, Yue will definitely accompany you. ”

"Such a beautiful day, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the mountains are deep and the forests are dense, and the feng shui here is excellent, why wait until the future?"

Calling Yue Gu Han to break his origin, Mr. Wu You sneered.

In the past, there were 3,000 disciples of Confucius, and there were 72 sages under the sect, and there were also six disciples under the teacher's seat, each of whom passed on the art industry. He shocked the rivers and lakes with his archery skills, and won the false name of Confucianism in Nantian.

The six arts of Confucianism, the royal number of ritual and music archery, and the art of archery have to be passed on, and there are also senior brothers who are proficient in music and art. Yue Gu Han was able to escape from the hands of the Dao Sage, but he might not be able to defeat the combined efforts of his own senior brothers.

Xiao Yin was ethereal, and in the dense forest, a fire suddenly ignited. A tall figure slowly stepped out of the pine cypress, and every step he took brought a majestic heat, and the surrounding trees were ignited by the heat, making a crackling sound. There was a scorching smell in the air.

The man was nearly eight feet tall, and was covered in heavy jet-black plate armor, and the iron armor burned with steaming fire in his hands. He held a huge blade more than five feet long in his hand, and the flames on the blade were swaggering, like Zhu Rong descending into the world, like Wu returning to the world.

Condensing the power and transforming the gods, the majestic firepower is precisely the transformation of the Burning Sun True Qi that has been cultivated to the extreme.

Xiao Yin was tactful, as if he was laughing at the Sword Sect's inadequacy.

The three grandmaster-level masters gathered here, and the Confucian Saint was obviously prepared for it. Yue Guhan must be buried here. No one in the world today can resist the might of the three grandmasters.

With a move of his right hand, the Sword Sect broke off a dead branch from the tree and held it in his hand.

"Not enough. ”

Yue Guhan laughed in a low voice.

"What's not enough?"

"You're not enough. ”

Liu Ziyue's eyes were cracked, this puppet was too arrogant.

"Nonsense," Confucianism shouted, "Where is the sword slave?"

How fast can a person be?

It can be described as faster than lightning.

When a person puts on a heavy iron armor of more than two hundred catties and wields a heavy blade of nearly one hundred catties, it is not suitable to describe his speed.

The master of the Sect, known as the Sword Slave, stepped on the earth, setting off a wave of earth with every step.

He raised his hands high and the true qi of the sun penetrated the blade.

A fire, a tragic sword light.

A force that obliterates everything, destroys everything.

Die!

The Sword Sect turned around, and his right hand leaned forward, and a withered branch was opposite the thousand-tempered divine weapon.

Some people lift weights lightly, and some people lift weights lightly, which is difficult for those who are gentle, and easy for those who are common?

The Sword Sect blocked the sword.

Because the dead branch in his hand met the blade of the blowing snow, the knife could no longer move forward.

Pure Yang True Qi?Under the sword of silence, it is the true meaning of the Xuanmen Sect.

Yue Gu laughed coldly: "Liu Ziyue, you village Confucians, wipe the buttocks of the bald donkey, when did you get mixed with Wudang's bull's nose again?"