The blade fell to the ground, and the woman in a green gown dragged Guan Gong's sword aside: "If I don't kill unknown people with my sword, please report your name, senior."
Three swords!
The old panda noticed these two words the woman said, and then looked at the woman's green gown and the murderous Guan Gong sword: "Three swords canonize the Guan Wu clan."
"Have you ever fought with my kind? It's a bit interesting."
The woman tightened her grip on the Guan Dao: "I'm here to tell you the name of the person who is going to kill you. Don't forget it under the underworld."
"snort."
The old panda snorted coldly, and glanced at the Demon King behind Guan Chong Emperor Mo Ji: "Hiding behind a woman, are you so cowardly now? Just a thought."
"Are you scared?"
The Demon King was not angered by the old panda. Instead, he laughed jokingly and said: "Ah, yes, you are very powerful. Back then, you had 108 Taoist generals under your command, and now you have 360 Shanhai tribesmen."
"But what era was that? Do you think you can still survive in this era with this name?"
At this moment, Emperor Guan Chong and the Demon Ji moved.
The wind is calm and the clouds are clear, the sky and the earth are the same color, ashes, black and white!
She brandished the Guan Gong knife and struck straight at the old panda from the front. The angle was not tricky, and her style was wide open and wide. However, it was this knife that everyone seemed to know and could do, but it locked the old panda's aura in an instant.
Jing, Qi, Shen, three treasures in one!
Flesh, soul, martial arts, the three methods are in unison!
How to hide?
Left or right?
No, you can’t choose either left or right, you will be cut!
It's not okay to retreat. As long as Guan Wu San Dao retreats, there will be no chance again, so you can't retreat no matter what, even if you die!
Suddenly, the old panda saw through Di Moji's sword skills, and saw that he avoided the first cleave with his flexible body, but the next turn turned straight up, but the old panda's whole breath was stunned.
:'not good!'
"Whoosh!"
Three chops, combined into the first sword of Guan Wu's sword technique!
"How long can this rotten body continue to fight for you?"
Blood spilled on the frozen ground. The old panda avoided it and did not die, but the hair on his chest was dyed red with blood.
"You are old." The old panda was injured, which made the Demon King completely lose his fear: "Xiang Wushi!"
As the Demon King said, the old panda is too old and he is unwilling to give up the body of the Shanhai tribe, unlike the Demon King who changed races for a new young body.
He still clings to his bloodline, still cares about his past and present existence, and refuses to abandon anything. Now he is only old and weak.
"Did you escape? It's really amazing."
Di Mo Ji did not immediately use the second sword, but said with admiration: "There are not many people in this world who can avoid my sword. At your age, you can still dodge, it is really amazing."
"Why is this little girl so arrogant?"
Old Panda: "When I fought with your ancestors, your mother hadn't even ovulated yet!"
"Tsk."
Di Moji was caught off guard by the old panda's trash talk. Although she was bellicose, she had a simple temperament. She had never heard such dirty words before: "You, old man, show me some respect!"
"Be respectful? Your father is my grandson. I respect you and let your mother's farts go!"
"You, you..."
Di Mo Ji was speechless by the old panda. Her skills were all in swordsmanship, but when it came to swearing, how could she be the opponent of this old gangster?
"What are you talking about? I'm not dead yet!"
The old panda lost his temper and even ignored the injuries on his body: "If you want to chop me to death with three knives, take off your pants first and see if your yellow hair has grown all the way, little girl!"
"How come such a person exists!"
Di Mo Ji blushed when the old panda said: "Old Bu Xiu, I, I, just wait, I will kill you with the next blow."
"I'm afraid you won't make it!"
The old panda tore open his clothes, pointed at his heart and said, "Come on, chop here. If you can chop me to death, I'll call you mother!"
"Ahh!!"
Di Mo Ji was completely mad at the old panda. How could there be such a person? Is this also a warrior?
Emperor Moji has fought with many masters, but how can she have such an attitude in every battle? Is this an attitude in the face of life and death?
Where is the fear?
We also promised to respect each other, but you are so obscene when you speak, are you really an old-timer?
"snort."
The Demon King shook his head: "It's a bluff."
Di Mo Ji didn't notice, but Tian Mo Wang did. There was no way, he was too familiar with the old panda.
"Hoo~~ho~~~"
Just as Tianmo Wang said, the old panda is in very bad condition now, and Di Moji's knife did bring him great harm.
Xiang Wu has rich experience, but he is old after all. He can easily see through Emperor Mo Ji's Guan Wu Sandao: "I can't bear to accept it. It's just this little girl's Guan Wu Sandao that can't even be used by Brother Guandi."
I can't even touch my heels.'
But what if you see through it?
The Demon King had also told Fairy Lu Jing before that Xiang Wushi was no match for her if she faced her directly.
There is no way, after all, the Demon King is a figure who survived the imperial era. His vision is too poisonous, and he knows too well what the old panda's weaknesses are.
His aura could not support him to fight for a long time. Although his demonic power was huge, his physical fitness had dropped to the bottom. The Emperor Moji's sword, which he had despised when he was young, could no longer dodge.
The battle that the old panda is suitable for is not to fight with such young and strong boys and girls.
He is more suitable to directly compete with those strong men with strange abilities and extremely high realms, who has a deeper understanding of Tao.
Just like before, no matter how powerful the demon king was and how weird his abilities were, the old panda could chase him with a bamboo stick and almost beat him to death.
"Fox girl and Xiaorou were dragged away."
The old panda looked to the other side: "The two venerables are also fighting with people from Wunanfo's lineage."
He is the only one here!
This is really the worst choice to make...
"Then the second sword," Di Moji was immersed in her mind and once again locked on the old panda: "No matter how powerful you were before, but now, you are old. Although killing an old man is disgusting, the replacement of the old with the new is the natural law.
Death by Guan Wu's three swords shouldn't be considered as a disgrace to your reputation."
"If I die under the three swords of Guan Wu, if it is the three swords of Guan Di, I will die with a smile."
The old panda gasped and said: "But you are still too young. If you are hacked to death by Guan Wu's three swords at your level, I will not have the face to meet those old people who have gone before me."
Won't die!
Even if you are going to die, you cannot die in the hands of your own people!
"I will not die in your hands," the old panda's eyes were solemn as never before: "Absolutely not."