He transformed into a burly man with a beard, who looked more than ten years younger. He carried a long sword at his waist, and he looked menacing and sharp, like an unsheathed sword that could kill people at any time.
Now he is completely different from before. He has completely changed into another person. Even if he is familiar with him, he would not be able to recognize him. He has great confidence in his own disguise skill, Deng Jiuru.
He rode a horse and galloped out of the Qinghe Sword Sect, heading straight north to the Ming Mirror Sect. He was confident in the art of disguise and was not afraid of others recognizing him. He would not slow down his horse when meeting passers-by on the road, but would shout loudly.
After traveling for two days, he was thousands of miles away and entered a big city.
Early the next morning, he left his horse in the Qinghe Sword Sect's other courtyard, changed his outfit, and transformed into a graceful and elegant middle-aged man.
He used a unique secret method to make the skin on his face smooth and plump. At first glance, he looked only in his thirties. The temperament between his eyebrows showed vicissitudes of life, and he looked very charming.
He wears a long sword on his waist and holds a folding fan in his hand. He looks like a young man who doesn't care about worldly affairs. The long sword on his waist is just a decoration.
This time he was even more unscrupulous. He used Qing Kung Fu under his feet to fly like the wind. It seemed slow but he was extremely fast, even better than a horse.
In the evening, he was already thousands of miles away and was about to enter the territory of the Mingjing Sect. His heart gradually relaxed. Once he reached the territory of the Mingjing Sect, the Xijiang Gang did not dare to act recklessly.
The setting sun dyed the woods into gold, and the dense woods gave off a somewhat mysterious atmosphere, as if there were infinite secrets hidden inside.
He frowned and glanced around, cautiously alert, feeling that there was something strange about this dense forest, and there might be an ambush.
"Come out!" He suddenly shouted as he was about to step into the woods, and his footsteps stopped.
His eyes were as bright as lightning, the woods were silent, and the low hum of insects disappeared.
"Hey!" He curled his lips and sneered: "You hidden rat, just lie there!"
He sneered with disdain on his face.
"Okay! Okay!" A deep laughter suddenly sounded, and four old men in gray floated out of the woods, landing silently like shadows five feet in front of him.
Deng Jiuru frowned and asked coldly: "Who are you?!"
"Why should Master Deng pretend to be confused?" A thin old man in gray clothes shook his head and said, "Master Deng is really capable of changing his appearance, but it is shameful for a dignified leader to still pull such a trick!"
Deng Jiuru's heart sank when he saw them. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't want to reveal his identity until the last moment. He cupped his fists and tried to get away with it.
He frowned and stared at the four of them, shaking his head: "Inexplicable!"
The thin old man in gray clothes shook his head and smiled: "Master Deng is really not grand enough, and he is still acting shamelessly at this time!"
Deng Jiuru was determined to pretend to the end and said in a deep voice: "Who are the four of you? You are inexplicable. Do you want to fight?"
"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense to you!" The thin old man in gray shook his head helplessly, waved his hand, and rushed towards Deng Jiuru with the other three people.
"Seeking death!" Deng Jiuru roared angrily, and the sword light surged, like a pear blossom blooming at the same time, which was dazzling.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The old man in gray clothes flexed his finger on the sword, his nails were hard, and when he collided with the long sword, it made a clear sound like gold and iron, which was continuous and dense.
Deng Jiuru's heart kept sinking. In order to gain the upper hand, he spared no effort. He counted his swords and accumulated his lifelong cultivation, but the four of them couldn't do anything.
Their cultivation level was already one level higher than his own, and the four of them joined forces again. Deng Jiuru gritted his teeth secretly and had no choice but to use his last resort!
After he took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled, and then shrank, the whole figure shrank in size, and the sword light suddenly more than doubled in size.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The sound became more urgent, and an old man in gray groaned. He received a sword blow on his wrist. His right wrist was already injured, and his left hand was also injured at this time.
"Okay..." The old man in gray clothes laughed angrily, stepped back two feet away, and stared at Deng Jiuru.
His hands were injured and he was helpless, so he could only hope for revenge from his companions.
Deng Jiuru's body was like a ghost, and his sword was like lightning. He injured one person but felt the pressure suddenly increased. The power coming from the fingers of the old man in three gray clothes was even more powerful.
Fortunately, his skill had doubled and he could barely hold on. However, the strength of the three of them was getting stronger and stronger, and it became increasingly difficult for him to bear it.
The old man in three gray clothes shook his head. He was indeed the leader of a sect, and he had a secret skill that was extremely difficult to solve. It was not that easy to solve. They thought it would be possible without a lot of effort.
"Bang!" The three of them suddenly struck their companions with their palms, making a thunderous sound. Suddenly, their gray clothes fluttered, as if a strong wind had blown by, and their movements were extremely fast.
"Bang!" Deng Jiuru flew out.
He sprayed a bloody arrow in the air and stared desperately at the approaching old man in three gray clothes, knowing that his life was about to end here.
Reluctance and anger boiled in his chest, and he shouted to the sky, but his voice was hoarse and weak, and the injuries swallowed up his strength.
"Bang!" He fell to the ground hard, and the soft leaves could not relieve his pain. Every part of his body ached, and several internal forces surged through his meridians, like a knife.
He endured the pain and slowly got up. Three old men in gray clothes approached and looked down at him. The thin old man said in a deep voice: "Do you have any last words for Master Deng?"
Deng Jiuru sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Kill or cut into pieces, it's up to you!"
"Then we won't be polite!" The thin old man shook his head: "The only thing to blame is that you are the leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and you are a good man after eighteen years!"
As he spoke, he raised his palm and hit Deng Jiuru's head. Deng Jiuru closed his eyes and waited for death.
"Chi!" A whistling sound came instantly, and the thin old man's palm that was originally struck suddenly lifted up and blocked his chest. "Bang!" He backed away straight away.
His feet plowed two deep marks on the ground. After about ten feet, he stopped, swaying, and his face turned red as if he was drunk.
Li Muchan appeared beside Deng Jiuru, shook his head and said: "Master Deng, I don't want to show up."
Deng Jiuru turned to smile at him: "Li Shaoxia, you saved my life again!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master Deng, you owe me your life. This time I am not following orders! ... How about it, can you hold on?"
"I can't die!" Deng Jiuru nodded slowly: "Okay, I owe you my life!"
Pulled out from the despair of death, gratitude surged in his chest. He was not afraid of death but did not want to die either. Especially when he was facing death and suddenly came back to life, this surprise shock was extremely strong.
Li Muchan turned to look at the four old men in gray, shook his head and said, "The defeated general has nothing to say, so get out!"
The skinny old man's face was ugly, the red clouds had turned pale, and he was as haggard as a flower about to wither after a long drought: "Li Wuji, don't think we are afraid of you!"
Li Muchan smiled: "It seems that you all know my details!"
The thin old man looked at him sideways and sneered disdainfully: "Why can't we defeat Tianyuan Pavilion if we can't help the Mingjing Sect?!"
Li Muchan's face also became ugly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are looking for death!"
"Then give it a try!" the skinny old man hummed: "As long as we send a message, your Tianyuan Pavilion will disappear into thin air!"
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's not a small talk, but I don't believe it!"
He appeared behind the skinny old man in a flash, and a flash of sword light passed across the old man's throat. "Uh..." The skinny old man clutched his throat and fell down. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! )