On a remote mountain road, a dirty beggar blocked the way of three Yunlan Temple disciples. It was none other than Qiu Yu from Songyun, but he wore a human skin mask on his face, completely transforming into another person's.
He looks like an ugly middle-aged man.
Zhao Ran and the others did not recognize who the other party was, but they guessed that the beggar was deliberately looking for trouble. They couldn't help but feel angry. After all, Fengming Valley was one of the seven famous sects in the Yan Kingdom, and they were the top sects affiliated with Yunlan Palace.
Disciple, how can we allow beggars to flourish?
The guy named Jiang Weilin flashed a fierce light in his eyes, strode over, and cursed angrily: "You stinking beggar, get out of here." Regardless of whether the opponent has any cultivation level, he directly kicked him and kicked him.
He used spiritual energy with ferocious force.
If Qiu Yu was just an ordinary beggar, if this kick hit him, he would be broken. A sharp look flashed in his eyes. He stood up quickly and struck suddenly, using all his strength. Before Jiang Weilin could hit the kick, his right palm
He slapped the opponent's calf hard, making a loud sound.
Time has passed, and the two people's cultivation levels are different. In the past, Jiang Weilin was higher than Qiu Yu, but now he is not as good. Even if he was prepared, he could not avoid the palm, and his leg bones were violently broken, making him howl in pain.
There was a sound, and the figure staggered back.
The scene in front of them shocked the other two Yunlan Palace disciples. What was going on? The beggar turned out to be a rare master. It seemed that he was specifically targeting them.
In an instant, both of them showed their gleaming swords, their faces became more ferocious, Zhao Ran roared: "Damn it, I will destroy you, Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Sword!"
In the roar, Zhao Ran's body flew up, and the sharp edge of the long sword whizzed away. The air was filled with energy fluctuations, with a clear sense of killing and great power.
"Deadly Butterfly Hook!" Hu Haolin roared in his life. He was holding a strange double hook in his hand. When he waved it, the silver light surged like a fan, and the murderous intent was highlighted.
As brothers in the same sect, the two often practiced together and even split moves. They cooperated very well and had a seamless feeling. They were able to deal the most ferocious blow to the beggar.
In order to hide his identity, Qiu Yu did not reveal his unique weapon, the Ice and Fire Cloud Sword. When he turned his wrist, a black Zen staff appeared in his hand. It was the Luo Shen staff from Tianfo Temple. He started to dance, and the sky was filled with black light like a dark cloud.
, resisting the oncoming powerful offensive.
"Puff puff puff..."
There was a sound as the forces collided with each other in mid-air, and the broken edges scattered towards the surroundings. Three figures shuttled back and forth and fought madly, and the fight was very fierce.
Another guy, Jiang Weilin, sat slumped on the grass, grinning in pain, and cursed bitterly: "Kill this bastard... let him be shattered to pieces."
The two Yunlan Temple disciples were not as strong as Qiu Yu individually, but their combined attack was quite impressive. After a moment, they had the upper hand, forcing the other party to retreat.
The sharp edges were flying around, and the situation was critical. Qiu Yu frowned, feeling that the two guys were really difficult to deal with. Of course, if he used magic weapons, he should be able to win, but if he did, someone might be killed. After all, he was on this trip.
The picture was of an object, and I did not intend to kill three people.
The situation was favorable to the two Yunlan Palace disciples, which made them more confident. Zhao Ran roared, "Wind and Cloud Surge, Soul Chasing and Killing!"
This is the rhythm of a big move. A strong wind sweeps out, mixed with illusions like clouds. There is a murderous aura among the white clouds. They are all silver sharp objects, which makes people shudder.
At the same time, Hu Haolin roared: "Sunset Tribulation!" The silver hook flashed with dazzling light, crossing left and right to form a cross and whizzing past, carrying the momentum of destroying everything.
Obviously, the two Yunlan Temple disciples wanted to destroy each other in one fell swoop. When they reached this point, Qiu Yu also let go completely. If he didn't use his special move, I'm afraid I would be reimbursed, no matter what the consequences were.
A solemn look flashed in his eyes, a thunderous roar came out, and the Luo Shen staff was waved. Qiu Yu used the second form of the three extermination moves to destroy the sea, and the sharp edge rushed out like azure sea water, mixed with many
The huge boulder made the sky suddenly become gloomy.
"Boom boom boom..."
The sound of the explosion was deafening, and the energy fluctuations spread rapidly. All three figures retreated, their eyes full of shock. There was no doubt that no one took advantage. They all felt uncomfortable with the surge of energy and blood in their bodies, and almost vomited blood.
As a last resort, Qiu Yu decided to use the spiritual treasure. The Luo Shen staff disappeared, and the sky-piercing cloud python bow appeared in his hand. He pulled it casually, and a giant sharp arrow appeared in the air, more than a foot long, and rushed towards Hu Haolin extremely fiercely.
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Qiu Yu didn't expect that this bow would be effective. He only needed to force the opponent back temporarily. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for the two guys to attack at the same time. After taking out the bow and arrow, he went straight to Zhao Ran, with the weapon in his hand already changed.
Instead, he used a green dragon crutch to hit the enemy hard, and secretly ordered the black dragon in his body to help him. He didn't want to waste any more time, lest he would have a long night and a lot of dreams.
Mysterious power poured into the crutch, and together with Qiu Yu's own strength, a long cyan edge emerged. It was vaguely a dragon-shaped pattern but relatively abstract, but the energy attached to it was enough to make people frightened.
That's right, this is the power of black dragon!
On the other side, seeing the top spirit treasure running towards him, Hu Haolin was shocked. He waved his double hooks with all his strength to resist, and there was a loud bang. He himself was shocked and stepped back a long way. He only felt that his arms were numb.
He almost flew away and had no time to care about his companions.
Seeing that the beggar's attack suddenly became stronger, Zhao Ran was even more frightened, but he had no other choice but to block it with all his strength. The sword light was like a huge crescent shape and he was approaching it. He had reached the limit of his swing.
"boom!"
When the explosion came out, Zhao Ran was shaken and flew out. He opened his mouth involuntarily and spurted out blood. The sword also fell out of his hands. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
At this moment, although Qiu Yu's image was ugly, he still had the aura of a god. After defeating Zhao Ran, he rushed towards Hu Haolin and shouted almost madly: "It's your turn."
Seeing that his companions were defeated, Hu Haolin trembled with fright, fearing that he would also suffer bad luck. His face turned pale, and he shouted in panic, "I won't fight you." He turned around and ran away, rushing to the west like the wind.
Going in the right direction is called fast.
Qiu Yu was too lazy to chase. There were still two guys anyway. As he twisted around, he rushed to Zhao Ran again, picked up his crutch and continued to chase. He said fiercely: "Little brat, let's see how I deal with you."
Seeing that his junior brother had escaped first, and the beggar's attack level was so fierce that it could kill him, Zhao Ran was so frightened that he lost his mind, especially since he had no weapon in his hand. He did not dare to resist anymore. He hurriedly knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Qian