As soon as the expert takes action, he will know if there is any!
This old man with a strong nose is really powerful. With one sweep of his sword, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. He actually swung the jujube sword like a sword net, pointed it at Ji Yunfei and covered his head, "Little devil, you are here to die!"
This loud roar turned into thunder, and the Qi field a few meters away was instigated by his breath, and it buzzed and vibrated endlessly. Even the cold wind blowing on the mountain behind suddenly became a bit heavier.
Looking at Ji Yunfei, who is known as the "Demon Sword", he has already stood still. It was not until the old man with a strong nose rushed out five or six feet away that he stretched his hands back and took out a half-moon-shaped black gold long sword.
The blade of the knife is rounded, like an arc, with a dark black surface. It is more than half a meter long. It seems bulky, but in Ji Yunfei's hand it is extremely light.
A flash of evil lightning flashed in his eyes, he chuckled, and actually threw the long knife into the air, and with a gesture, the black blade actually rotated, buzzing and trembling around Ji Yunfei's body, and then struck straight up, Ziyun Zhenren
The jujube swords clashed.
The banging sound of ping-ping-pong-pong immediately poured into the eardrums, and the breath was shaken. The identity of the two people almost turned into a demonic wind, flying up and down around the end of the tree, extremely fierce!
Although the jujube wood sword in Niubi Lao Tao's hand is neither gold nor iron, under the blessing of the breath, it is as hard as black iron and full of toughness. It fought extremely hard with the full moon sword and did not break at all.
As for the mysterious man Ji Yunfei, his sword skills are changeable, and his figure moves around the jujube sword like a ghost. His sword skills are gorgeous and changeable, and he cuts out streaks of magnificent colors, gorgeous and dazzling, and mixed with thousands of ferocities.
The ghostly cries are extremely powerful.
The magnificent sword skills of this hand made my eyes glazed over, and waves of dizziness flashed through my mind. Regardless of his age, this kid's sword power was endless. It was the right time to burst the embankment. One sword was as fast as the other, and the turning point was smooth and smooth. There was no trace of it.
Sluggish, just like the phantom feathers and flying stars, the color is magnificent and blurry, and it truly deserves the name of "Demon Sword".
However, in comparison, Ziyun Town's sword skills are more impressive. The jujube sword is opened and closed widely, and every move has the sound of thunder. It is a bit more sophisticated and dignified than the demon sword. Above the sword edge,
Accompanied by the faint roar of the blue dragon, he can always make a way through the dense and continuous sword force like a sudden wind.
The sword moves around and turns into a long dragon. Although the material of the wooden sword is not top-notch, when the swords are fighting, there is a faint sound of metal and stone, which is full of momentum!
Is this the strength of the top Taoist sect?
My face was shocked, and my back was completely wet with cold sweat. Just as I was looking at it, a strange and urgent reminder came in my ear, "Why are you still standing there, run!"
I don’t know where this voice came from. It was carried in my ears like the sound of wind. I shuddered all over and suddenly woke up. As a frustrated man with extensive experience in escaping, I immediately woke up and decided not to run away at this time. Wait.
Are you being turned around?
With this thought, I ran away.
"Boy, don't go!" Upon seeing this, the tough-nosed old man immediately swung his sword, jumped out of the circle, and flew to intercept me.
As soon as he chased after him, Ji Yunfei laughed loudly, "Old Niubi, you are so inattentive when fighting with me, are you looking down on me?"
As soon as he said these words, the splendid sword force suddenly intensified, and it tightly entangled Master Ziyun without leaving any space.
"Little bastard, you just want to die, so I will make it happen for you!" Master Ziyun has extremely high cultivation, and is naturally much stronger than Ji Yunfei. However, in the face of that gorgeous and weird sword technique, he couldn't win despite his eagerness.
Seeing the blade coming towards him, he immediately let out a sharp roar, spread out his sword, and deflected the opponent's continuous sword attack. He then jumped a small step away, raised the jujube sword high, and quickly recited a spell.
A burst of air followed, and the sword edge swayed, taking the initiative to deviate from Ziyun's wrist. He aimed at Ji Yunfei's wrist and swiped it with the force of a flying rainbow, with the momentum of a river rushing down. Ji Yunfei was very aware of the strange purple sword.
Some fear also flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pulled away and retreated.
Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them fighting, I jumped more than ten meters and was about to disappear deep into the rainforest.
"No, that little thief is going to run away!" At this time, many people in Qingcheng Mountain also woke up and ran to catch me, but firstly because of the distance, and secondly, the appearance of the "Demon Sword" Ji Yunfei also caused
People were in a daze, and many people who were eager to capture me shifted their focus to the fight. Only a few people were still chasing me.
Without the large troops chasing and intercepting me, I calmed down and hurried towards the densest part of the jungle. I was about to find a place to hide myself, but before I could get into the haystack, I heard a majestic call in my ears, "
Boy, come back with me!"
I turned around and glanced at the stars above my head. I saw a fat and mature monk running towards me quickly. This man was seven feet tall and burly, with a big belly that opened the monk's robe.
The frequency of movement fluctuates, and it looks bulky, but it runs like flying. He is a real master.
I flew into a rage and yelled at the obese monk Shang Li, "What kind of skill is it for a monk to bully a minority?"
The great monk laughed, jumped up to me quickly, spread out his big palm-like hands, clasped my neck, and said indifferently, "The donor broke into the mountain gate secretly, but his words are so slick. When the poor monk captures you, I will come back."
Let me tell you some truth."
I believe you as a ghost!
The monk was fat and strong, but there was condensed breath in his palm. When he grabbed it, there was even hurricane condensed on his fingertips. It was really powerful. I had no choice but to try my best to compete with him and borrow the breath from the God-Eating Gu.
Focusing on his hands, he waved his backhand and fought with him.
boom!
As the winds of the palms met, I felt like I had bumped into a rhinoceros. The huge rebound force almost broke my arm bones. Without any suspense, I was slapped two meters laterally by this cattail leaf fan, and I was disgraced.
When he fell to the ground, his chest felt tight and he wanted to vomit blood.
This great monk was quite impressive. He shot me down with one palm, but he was not busy chasing me. Instead, he clasped his hands together and stood there motionless and said, "The donor came into the mountain late at night and provoked my thousand-year reputation on Qingcheng Mountain. It is really shameful."
It would be wise to follow the great monk back to the execution hall and explain the matter clearly."
I'll give you a damn!
After Yu Zhenzi's experience, I didn't trust these sanctimonious practitioners. I used my hands and feet to get up and run again. The great monk sighed slightly, separated his palms, grabbed me out of thin air, and flicked the rosary beads with his fingertips.
It peeled off and shot straight to my back. The brilliance inside condensed, and the momentum was extremely scary.
I was so frightened that my scalp almost flew off. I bit my back molars angrily and turned around to resist. Suddenly, a burst of fire burst out from the woods behind me and hit the rosary hard.
The Buddha's light was wiped out and they both fell to the ground.
The great monk was taken aback, and quickly looked into the depths of the forest. His eyes opened and closed, and a sharp light flashed out, "Is it you?"
No one responded in the forest, but a thin shadow flashed out, quickly ran to me with the silver, grabbed my shoulders, and dragged me towards the jungle.
This man's technique was brisk, almost beyond the limit of my reaction, but I was not someone to be trifled with. I slashed with my backhand towards the man's forehead. Before the knife could hit the target, a familiar low voice could be heard in my ears,