The gray flames swept through every inch of land Qin Yan passed through, burning the illusory shadows left by Qin Yan over and over again.

Qin Yan's analysis has reached a critical moment. At this time, he suddenly heard Ge Xinglie shouting: "Do you think you will sit back and relax!"

The gray flame surged out, and the evil sword turned into a sword shadow in the sky in front of Qin Yan's eyes, and thousands of sword blades attacked him from all incredible angles, and there was no way to judge which sword was real and which sword was illusory.

Ge Xinglie's sword qi thunder finally brought out his sword swinging speed beyond the limit at this moment, giving everyone a huge surprise.

Qin Yan snorted, his body shattered like ripples in the water, and after a while, he suddenly appeared behind Ge Xinglie, and the Breaking Sword stabbed at the back of his neck.

Ge Xinglie turned around as expected, grabbed Qin Yan's sword, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Qin, your divine foot is not necessarily omnipotent, if you think that you can run rampant in the world, you are very wrong. I think that at the beginning, there were not a few Buddhist monks who died under the hands of the sword god. ”

Qin Yan took a step back, looking at the profound sword mark coming out of his left palm, as well as the golden blood gushing out of it, his eyes became even colder, and he said lightly: "You can also be compared to the Yandang Mountain Sword God?"

"I can't, and neither can you, so ......"

Qin Yan didn't have the heart to listen to what he was saying. Taking advantage of the opportunity to talk to Ge Xinglie, he urged Han Blood to drive away the evil sword qi that seeped into his palm, and then watched the terrifying wound on his palm heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, clenched his fist, and said coldly: "It's a pity that you have already used this trick on me once, even if you are in the Tianyuan realm, you have consumed a lot of physical strength, right?

"Oh, then I'll see. ”

The two were about to fight again, but they heard an old and generous voice next to him: "Maybe you should stop and listen to the old man." ”

Qin Yan swept the corner of his eyes, and saw a plainly dressed old man standing next to him, holding a cane, brushing his beard, with a kind smile on his face, who is it not the Seven Peerless Gu Wuzhi?

He took a step back, avoiding the fierce sword qi in the palm of Ge Xinglie in front of him, and said, "What advice do the ancient predecessors have?"

Gu Wuzhi: "This song brother is here early in the morning, and he hasn't left half a step." I'm afraid the person you're looking for isn't him. ”

Qin Yan was shocked, his footsteps retreated, and he broke away from the shroud of Ge Xinglie's sword intent, and shouted: "The ancient seniors don't know my senior sister's ......?"

Gu Wuzhi waved his hand, laughed a few times, and said: "Coincidentally, just now the old man passed by the Wutong Temple, and happened to see a few people chasing the jade girl out of the temple, and there was a little doll with a cāo corpse playing with a corpse explosion and driving the jade girl into the river......"

Of course, the old poison didn't happen to pass through Wutong Temple, but now Qin Yan didn't have time to care so much, he was emotional, and asked urgently: "And then?"

Then the old man saw someone take the jade girl's sword, take the form of the old brother of the song, and go back to the town. Gu Wuzhi grinned, "The old man originally wanted to stop him halfway, but he was too fast, and the old man couldn't catch up." And your brother's speed is not inferior to that man's, and the old man has followed him all the way, and he has not arrived until now......"

"You care if this person who sent the sword is going to die! I ask you what happened to my senior sister?" Qin Yan was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, eager to open Gu Wuzhi's mouth and pour out what he was about to say.

"When the old man left, the jade girl hadn't fallen into their hands yet, but now it's probably not good to say......"

"you, mother!" Qin Yan scolded, and he didn't look at the song Xinglie who was still swordsman, and as soon as he stomped his feet and turned around and ran, a few ups and downs disappeared from people's field of vision.

Ge Xinglie looked at his distant figure, the corners of his lips curled, and said, "He walked neatly." However, Gu Senior, what are you going to do?" When he said this, the purple flame in his palm hung down obliquely, intentionally or unintentionally pointing to Gu Wuzhi's direction.

Gu Wuzhi narrowed his old eyes and grinned: "The old man hurried to resolve the conflict, could it be that it is a good thing to ruin Brother Ge?"

"Not really. It's just that the timing of your old man's appearance is a bit too coincidental, and to be honest, I hate this kind of yīn smell. A sneer appeared on Ge Xinglie's lips, and he suddenly took a step forward, and the invisible waves that were originally-for-tat with Qin Yan all gathered together, hitting the lame man wave after wave, "There are several turmoil in the town, it seems that there is your old man behind it, and when I first came out of the ghost house, I felt that the fight between us seemed to be driven by someone behind the scenes." And even if your old man is not the source of the wind and waves, you are probably indispensable to help the trouble. It's a cool feeling to be behind the scenes, right? I've heard that some people like to use everyone else as a pawn and hold it in their hands to plan a layout. If, in the past, I would appreciate this kind of person, but if anyone thinks they can hold me in the palm of their hand, then I have only one piece of advice......"

Gu Wuzhi frowned, and the furrow lines on his old face were almost wrinkled together, and there was no trace of kindness, showing an indescribable yīn sen. He laughed, his black and yellow teeth trembling in his mouth: "Brother Ge, you may have misunderstood the old man." ”

"Where is the misunderstanding?" Ge Xinglie did not stop, and his body seemed to exude a yīn shadow, enveloping Gu Wuzhi.

Others are afraid of the old poison's yīn damage methods, but Ge Xinglie is not afraid. He brought the Mingxi Medical Immortal here precisely to guard against this kind of character. Now, this old guy took the initiative to come out of the dark corner of yīn, that is, a gift from the door, how can he not accept it?

Gu Wuzhi listened to the sound of demons and demons whistling in his ears, against the fierce wind blowing his face, he slammed the cane in his hand to the ground, and said with a strange smile: "Some young people call the old man an old poison, probably thinking that the old man lived to this age by making poison. But the old man has to clarify, this is definitely a big misunderstanding! In order to prove this, I still need your brother Ge to do a favor and borrow your head ......."

"As long as you can take it!"

Ge Xinglie's sword intent climbed to the extreme again, and the gray flames that wrapped around his body condensed on the sword, and he swung the sword out in a seemingly understatement, but it was indescribable.

At this juncture, he suddenly heard You Xiahan's low hum from the Dao platform, and he couldn't help but have a moment of surprise in his heart.

What, she lost?

After a moment of trance, the sword still stabbed out calmly, but it passed by Gu Wuzhi's sleeve shirt by a fraction of a second.