"I actually feel that Putuo Mountain has come to run wild!" Pu Yi's heart was gloomy and he looked at Deng Yiming with a very ugly expression. At first, he believed Deng Yiming's words half of the time, but at this time, it seemed that this boy would not let him continue to talk.
Going down, it was obvious that he had a guilty conscience, and there must be a hidden secret. However, due to Deng Yiming's status as a disciple of the Taishang Sword Sect, Pu Yi couldn't help but get angry, so he turned to the poor and Hua Wuchen and said, "Since little friend Deng refuses to give up, you guys will
Let's fight him with a few moves, remember to hit him as soon as possible, and don't let him see the blood."
A moment of silence.
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"Yes, uncle!" The two poor people walked to a place and bowed to Pu Yi.
The poor man turned to Deng Yiming and said, "Donor Deng, I can't believe that more than a year later, you are still so stubborn. On that day, you secretly plotted to steal the country and bring trouble to the world. You were so cruel and crazy that you even stole the country's important weapons.
The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance are all present. Amitabha, since the benefactor refuses to give up, let’s ask the benefactor for some clever tips!”
"Senior brother and I did not kill you all out of compassion. We thought you could restrain yourself and hoped that you would have a chance to look back. But I didn't expect that you were still dreaming about the spring and autumn dreams of the past.
He also confuses right and wrong and throws dirty water on the two of us. Mr. Deng is an upright man, and he has a son like you. It’s simply that the sky has no eyes!" Hua Wuchen also let out a long sigh.
"Haha, you are so eloquent? I think you are the ones confusing right and wrong. You look so sanctimonious, so disgusting..." In this situation, how could Deng Yiming admit it? He walked out of the hall in a flash.
Hua Wuchen looked at each other, shook his head and followed out...
At the foot of Mount Putuo, it stands in the void.
Deng Yiming inserted the long sword back into the sword case. He crossed his arms and looked at the two poor people with a sneer on his face, his eyes turned red with hatred. "I was not good at learning that day, so I was defeated by you and others. It's natural."
You deserve it. Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. Today I can teach you how to use Deng's methods."
"Amitabha, the benefactor's demonic barrier is too deep!" Poor Man shook his head and sighed.
"Hmph!" Deng Yiming was disdainful and turned to look at Pu Yi, who was standing in the distance. "Senior Pu Yi, this matter is a personal grudge between me and these two people. Please don't interfere!"
"That's it. Putuo Mountain is a pure place. Don't let the blood stain the holy place!" Pu Yi frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy with this Deng Yiming.
Although Deng Yiming performed very well in the debate conference last time, Pu Yi still has some confidence in the two poor people. Their skills have improved greatly just now, and they are often together. They have a good understanding and cooperate well with each other. To deal with a
I believe it is still very easy for a kid who is in the early stage of congenital development.
"Please!" Hua Wuchen raised his hand slightly, unwilling to say more to this person.
Deng Yiming's eyes flashed with a ferocious light, but there was a fake smile on his face. He cupped his hands towards the two of them and said, "Then I will show my shame!"
After finishing speaking, he looked into the air with his right hand, and the surrounding spiritual energy quickly gathered in his palm. A ball of dazzling yellow light bloomed, and the yellow light exploded with a bang. It turned into a rain of swords that filled the sky, and shot toward the poor and Hua Wuchen.
The sword rain came fiercely, and the two of them did not dare to neglect at all. Hua Wuchen took off his long sword, pulled out several sword flowers, and turned into a light curtain, smashing the sword rain one by one.
The poor man drank in a deep voice, and a mouthful of apricot-yellow body-protecting bell came out of his body, firmly covering his whole body, allowing the sword rain to hit the bell and keep ringing.
Deng Yiming's mouth was full of disdain, and he pushed out with a palm. The sword rain was dense and endless, and the sky was covered with sword shadows, which made people forget and fear.
"snort"
The poor man snorted coldly and swung the big bell towards Deng Yiming. The big bell was probably a treasure, and it carved a path in the rain of swords in the sky.
Hua Wuchen saw the opportunity, hid behind the big clock, and quickly rushed towards Deng Yiming. His toes were a little above the top of the clock, flying up and down, and pointed his finger towards Deng Yiming with a carefree posture.
"Thousands of fingers!"
Pointing with one finger, countless sharp finger shadows blocked all Deng Yiming's escape routes. At the same moment, Poverty also felt his approach, grabbed the big bell and used it as a hood for Deng Yiming. The two of them cooperated so well that Deng Yiming simply
There is no way to avoid it.
"It's shameless for two seniors to join forces to deal with Senior Brother Deng. Senior Sister, let's go and help too!" The girl in white who was watching the battle saw that Deng Yiming was suddenly at a disadvantage. She immediately became anxious and wanted to pull the woman in black to help.
The woman in black grabbed the girl in white and said, "Shanrou, we are just bystanders. Whoever they are is right or wrong, who wins or loses has nothing to do with us. Don't bring disaster to Luojia Mountain!"
"But it's not fair for two of them to beat one Senior Brother Deng!" the girl in white said dissatisfied.
"Whether it's fair or not is not up to you and me. Since he dares to challenge these two people, he must have the confidence. If he loses, he can only blame himself for not being as good as others!" said the woman in black.
"But...senior sister, don't you care about Senior Brother Deng at all?"
The woman in black did not speak, and her eyes fell on the three people who were fighting. The noise made by the three people had already alarmed many people in Putuo Mountain, and many disciples came out to watch the fun. Such a battle, in
It was impossible to see a quiet place like Mount Putuo before.
The big bell covers the top, indicating that the energy is coming to you!
Deng Yiming was unavoidable, and many people thought the outcome was determined. However, Deng Yiming did not show the slightest fear, and instead had deep contempt in his eyes.
"Choke!"
The divine sword was unsheathed, and the sound shook the whole place. Everyone felt that the sky and the earth were covered with a dazzling yellow light, and there was a loud clang. When they reacted, the poor bell had broken into two halves and fell towards the ground.
Deng Yiming stood with his sword in hand, his whole body covered in a faint royal aura, like an emperor, looking down at all living beings with great power.
Everyone was stunned, the woman in black also had surprise in her icy eyes, and the girl in white had a wave of excitement in her eyes, acting like a nymphomaniac.
"Senior brother, this man has such a strong royal aura! The power of that sword is so powerful that even you and I would not dare to take it head-on!" Pu Ci's eyes were shocked and he was slightly speechless.
"This man is indeed destined to be the emperor, and the sword in his hand is even more extraordinary, but..." Pu Yi's eyes stayed on Deng Yiming for a long time. After being surprised, he stopped talking, as if he had some doubts.
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"Humph, that's all. Now it seems it's my turn to perform again!" Deng Yiming smiled coldly, flicked the sword lightly with his finger, and the sword made a clear sound, which instantly chilled people's hearts.
Before Po Po could recover from the shock of the big clock being destroyed, Deng Yiming had already swung his sword. Ling Lie's sword energy tore the sky apart, and the entire space seemed to be distorted by it. The sword energy carried a huge power.
The pressure makes the poor unable to escape.
"Brother, be careful!"
Hua Wuchen suddenly flashed forward and pushed the poor man away with a palm. At this moment, the sword energy cut off Hua Wuchen's right hand at the root like cutting tofu. (To be continued.)
ps: Thank you Chongtaba!" for the reward, Gui Gu thanks you!