Fellow Daoist Yuchi looked cold and seemed to be unwilling to talk. Everyone was talking just now, but they never spoke.
Now, his companions asked him and he finally spoke.
"Can!"
Several of the companions breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great!"
"but……"
Fellow Taoist Yuchi continued, "I feel that the remaining murderous aura of the other party has not dissipated, and it is obvious that he has not gone far."
"You are here for a moment. I will go over and kill this group of people and set off with you!"
Several members of the Ma Sect showed a look of admiration when they saw this and were decisive in killing, which was worthy of being the true nature of a sword cultivator.
Those Taoist practitioners killed even the monsters, obviously they were not weak, but in the eyes of fellow Taoist Yuchi, they were just fish and meat that could be slaughtered.
This fellow Taoist Yuchi is a rare sword cultivator who joined the Ma Sect. Even the leader of the Sect, Zhenren Guanglin, attached great importance to it and personally received it.
You know, the sword cultivators in Shu are extremely arrogant and look down on the three families.
But this time, a sword cultivator who defected to the Ma Sect is not a good omen. It means that the Ma Sect will eventually replace the three schools and become the only true religion in the world.
"Fellow Daoist Yuchi, we are waiting for your return in triumphant success!"
Several mages of the Ma Sect looked at Fellow Taoist Yuchi with respect.
Fellow Daoist Yuchi flicked his finger, and the steel ring of his index finger flew out, instantly stretched straight, turning into a flying sword the size of a palm.
"Flying Sword, this is a flying sword!"
Several mages of Ma Sect showed surprise and finally saw the legendary flying sword.
Fellow Taoist Yuchi heard everyone's exclamation, and he felt extremely satisfied, but his expression was still cold.
Once upon a time, he practiced in Shu and occupied a mountain and river to practice.
Last year, he was challenged by an old opponent and was defeated and could not even save his foundation.
According to past practice, he should look for a place to find a place to find a place to practice cultivation, and then go back to challenge and regain his foundation when his strength improves.
But now is different from the past. Shuzhong is in contact with prohibited contact, and all sword cultivators can go out.
Fellow Taoist Yuchi quietly left Shuzhong in the name of chasing "Fang Dou".
As expected, the external environment is far more exciting than Shuzhong.
Fellow Taoist Yuchi simply joined the Ma Sect and wanted to take a gamble. If the Ma Sect succeeds, the benefits he gets are far more than a hundred times higher than a foundation in Shuzhong.
Although the news of the Shu Jian Cultivation’s defeat in Fuyuan Temple spread all over the world, outsiders thought that this was the Shimen who put a gold on his face, and the mysterious color of the sword cultivator was still there.
This time, when Ma Sect was established, fellow Taoist Yuchi asked for an order to go out to intercept and kill the practitioners of Taoist Shu.
On the way, the mages of the Ma Sect compliments him in every way, making fellow Taoist Yuchi even more convinced that it was wise to defect to the Ma Sect.
Taoism and Buddhist sects are not good people. They are greedy for sword cultivation skills and try every means to squeeze out their unique skills.
Only the Ma Buddhism is in the early stages of the founding of the grass, and it is thirsty to seek talent.
When Fellow Daoist Yuchi thought of this, he stepped out and flew into the air along the sword light.
"You are a sword cultivator of the Ma Sect, you can't leave!"
An object suddenly flew out from the oblique thorn and hit the body of fellow Taoist Yuchi.
Fellow Daoist Yuchi is very clear-headed and quick-witted. After all, he is a sword cultivator who has practiced sword weapons. He belongs to the level of She Yuchong. Even if he suffers a sudden attack, he will not be in a hurry.
He turned his wrist and drew a circle in a flying sword, cutting away the flying objects.
"who?"
At this time, the mages of the Ma Sect realized just now.
On the ice surface, a man walked slowly, tied up his hair, tied up with his hairpin, and carried a golden Taoist crown, as if he was a young and handsome Taoist priest.
"Beidou Dao Sect, Yuan Tianhe, I have met you all!"
"Please go on the road!"
Beidou Dao Sect is a huge creature in the Northern Dao Sect. It inherits the art of starry Taoism and is an existence that will last for thousands of years.
The name Yuan Tianhe, associated with the Beidou Dao Sect, made everyone even more terrifying.
This person is a real disciple of the Beidou Dao Sect. If he is in the Ma Sect, he is equivalent to a disciple of the Guanglin Zhenren, and he will teach Chu Ma Feiling.
Fellow Taoist Yuchi frowned. He seemed to have never heard of this name. He was a mage of Ma Sect who sent a message to him. He realized that this person's status was equivalent to the three great geniuses in Shu.
His eyes were shiny. If he could kill this person, he would have a great reputation and benefited a lot.
"good!"
Fellow Daoist Yuchi tapped his finger and slapped the flying sword as big as a palm and slashed forward.
Wow, in front of Yuan Tianhe, the air was plowed and the air waves were swept away. He blinked his eyes, closed his hands and pressed them in front of him.
"The stars change!"
A large cluster of starlight was lit in the air, and it turned into a rotation, which led to the trajectory of the flying sword.
Fellow Daoist Yuchi frowned. The moment the flying sword and the starlight contacted, they deviated from the orbit. The originally straight route seemed to be distorted by some force field, beyond his control.
What weird spell is this?
The next moment, Yuan Tianhe crossed a long distance and came to Fellow Daochi Yuchi.
"As a sword cultivator, you are too slow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Tianhe was bright and generous, and he drowned fellow Taoist Yuchi's eyes.
Fellow Taoist Yuchi felt that the countless starlights in front of him were first composed of sharp and vicious needles, surrounding him and attacking him in every way.
"ah!"
Fellow Taoist Yuchi suffered so much that he gritted his teeth and burst out with a wave. The flying sword accelerated and flew across Yuan Tianhe's body.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Tianhe did not "crack" but instead reflected in water, twisting slightly for a few times, and then returned to its original state.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and condensed light spots from his fingertips, growing into a star.
The stars were shining with light, flames and force fields, covering all directions. Fellow Daoist Yuchi's flying sword buzzed and trembled, as if they could not bear the pressure.
"Heart and blood control the sword!"
Seeing that he was always at a disadvantage, Fellow Daochi finally couldn't help but use his trick at the bottom of the box.
Heart-blooded sword control is a simplified version of his failure to practice the soul and sword control, and he failed to settle for the second best. He used the essence and blood of the heart to drive the flying sword and exert twelve thousand of his power.
Puff!
Fellow Daoist Yuchi's magic power flowed throughout his body, plucking the essence and blood in his heart, condensing five groups of red blood as big as wine glasses, and integrating them into the flying sword.
On the bright silver surface of the flying sword, five bloodshots suddenly appeared, and the whimpering sword sounded extremely violently.
"Yuan Tianhe, die!"
Fellow Taoist Yuchi was extremely confident. The sword stabbed down was enough to pierce Yuan Tianhe.
The mages on the side of the Ma Sect were also extremely confident. The power of the flying sword was far beyond their imagination. Perhaps today, they could really establish a great skill and kill a genius of the Dao Sect.
Yuan Tianhe raised his arm, retracted his wrist, and made a hook shape.
"Beidou Gou Mingzhi!"
At the same time, behind Fellow Daochi Yuchi, the appearance of the Big Dipper Seven Stars appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Yuchi, you..."
Fellow Taoist Yuchi was undecided and focused on urging the flying sword to increase its speed to the extreme. The flying sword condensed into a spot of light, and swayed gently, and could cross a thousand feet away, and be about to penetrate Yuan Tianhe.
However, the phantom of the Big Dipper behind him rotates into disappearing and turns into colorful vortexes.
The vortex gradually takes shape, outlining the word "death"!
Fellow Daoist Yuchi's face turned gray in an instant, and his breathing suddenly stopped. Before he could react, he lost his life.
Chapter completed!