The hillside under the night is extraordinarily quiet.
Under the dim moonlight, the surrounding scenery is blurred, and the faint branches and leaves of the trees seem to be like ghosts with teeth and claws.
Ji Laogui and the two hurried to the top of the hillside.
"Brother, it seems that Mustache hasn't arrived yet!" Old Shen said after looking around.
"Huh! Let him live a little longer! You wait at the intersection, and he will tell me as soon as he shows up!" Ji Laogui.
Old Ghost Ji was a little surprised that Mustache was able to defeat Junior Brother Shen.
From this, he deduced that the opponent's strength should be at the top of the Huang rank.
In just a few days, the other party was directly promoted from the primary level of the yellow rank to the advanced level of the yellow rank, which was promoted two levels in a row.
Don't even think about it, he can guess that it must be the credit of the Chixia fruit.
Unexpectedly, the medicinal power of Chixia fruit is so powerful!
Thinking of this, his heart began to ache again.
Those Chixia fruits should have belonged to him originally, and his strength should have broken through to the elementary level of Xuan level. However, all of these were taken away by that damned mustache.
"Little Beard, if you really dare to come, I will definitely make your life worse than death!" Old Ghost Ji's eyes flashed coldly.
His injury has just recovered, and his strength has also returned to the half-step Xuan level elementary level.
With his strength, it is still very easy to kill an ancient warrior of the Huang rank.
As long as you can kill Xiao Huzi, bring the opponent's body back to the sect, and let the master use secret techniques to refine the medicinal power of the Chixia fruit in the corpse into a corpse pill.
As long as he takes these corpse pills, he can also quickly break through to the elementary level of the mysterious level.
Shen Laodao was about to walk to the intersection.
An indifferent voice suddenly came from the darkness ahead.
"Old ghost Ji, you are too slow!"
The sudden sound startled the two of them.
Just look around.
I saw a young man appeared in the darkness in front of me at some point.
Although the handsome young man in front of him was dressed very differently from the previous moustache, their voices were exactly the same, and so were their eyes.
Old Ghost Ji immediately affirmed that this young man was Mustache.
"You really came here!" Old Ghost Ji laughed grimly, and continued, "Are you going to kill yourself? Or let me chop off your head?"
In his opinion, as long as Mustache dares to come, he will never be able to escape from his palm.
"You're thinking too much! You can't kill me with your half-step Xuan-level elementary strength!" Lu Fan's voice came faintly.
After concentrating three layers of Qi, he can finally see through Ji Laogui's strength, which is exactly the strength of a half-step Xuan-level junior.
As long as it is not a real strong person of the mysterious rank, Lu Fan is not afraid.
Old ghost Ji was taken aback, he didn't expect the young man to know his strength.
However, he didn't take it to heart, anyway, the young man's strength is not as good as his, and the other party will die tonight.
"With the strength of a mere senior Huang rank, you dare to speak wild words! If that's the case, then let me personally send you on your way!"
After saying that, Old Ghost Ji drew out the iron sword on his back.
This iron sword is full of rust, it looks like a piece of broken copper and iron.
Lu Fan couldn't help feeling a little strange.
After all, the other party is also the uncle of the Xuanyin sect, so why doesn't he even have a decent iron sword.
Old Ghost Ji's face was ferocious.
Holding an iron sword in his hand, he pulled a sword flower and stabbed directly at Lu Fan's vital parts.
Shen Laodao also had a sinister smile on his face.
Holding an iron sword, he stood aside, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
Lu Fan still stood where he was.
However, his face was a little dignified.
His eyes were fixed on Old Ghost Ji.
I saw that the iron sword in the opponent's hand swung very slowly, leaving countless sword shadows where the iron sword passed.
Each of the overlapping sword shadows shone with a cold light, bursting out with piercing sword energy, full of killing intent.
"Could it be Taiji swordsmanship?" Lu Fan frowned, his eyes serious.
The power of Taiji swordsmanship is impressive, and he has a great reputation, so he dare not neglect it.
Lu Fan's eyes were fixed, and two pale golden real fires burst out from his pupils.
Through the real fire, he finally saw those sword shadows clearly.
"So it's not Tai Chi swordsmanship."
Lu Fan's face softened slightly.
Opposite TieWherever he passed, although countless sword shadows were left behind, these sword shadows were isolated from each other, simple, dull, lacking in spirituality, and weak in succession, with many flaws.
It is not difficult for him to break this kind of sword technique.
The corner of Lu Fan's mouth raised slightly, and he had an inch-long steel knife in his hand. He waved the steel knife and greeted him.
Seeing the steel knife in the boy's hand, Old Ghost Ji showed a sneer on his face.
As long as a weapon is an inch long, it is strong.
How could the inch-long steel knife in the opponent's hand be no match for his long sword?
More importantly, his set of swordsmanship is based on the remnants of the Taiji Sword, plus some killer moves he created himself.
Dozens of Huang rank powerhouses have died in this set of sword techniques.
The boy in front of him will soon become one of them.
Thinking of this, the long sword in his hand danced even faster, and countless sword shadows surrounded him in a dense manner, emitting a deep chill, and flew towards the young man.
And Lu Fanyi's expression was calm.
He calmly dealt with these flawed sword shadows.
His saber technique is almost mastered, and he can use all kinds of moves at his fingertips. The speed is extremely fast, like a gust of wind, and the angle of the saber is tricky.
Every knife is precisely cut at the opponent's weak point.
After a while.
Old Ghost Ji's face became ugly.
He found that his sword moves were tightly suppressed by the opponent, and he couldn't perform the subsequent sword moves at all.
Whenever it is critical, the opponent's steel knife will suddenly appear, as if it has eyes, and accurately cut at his weak point.
Forced him to give up.
The situation is not good for him.
"Junior Brother Shen, you bitch, hurry up!"
Ji Laogui didn't care about his face, so he shouted for Shen Laodao to take action together.
Shen Laodao's face was ugly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
It's not that he doesn't make shots, but that he doesn't know how to make shots at all.
The two people in front of them had already fought into a group, and countless sword auras and saber auras flew in all directions.
In order to avoid these terrifying sword auras and saber auras, he had tried his best, but he still suffered several blows.
A Taoist robe has long since become dilapidated.
At this time, he also saw that Ji Laogui had fallen into a disadvantage.
As a last resort, he had no choice but to bite the bullet, straightened his long sword, and leaned towards the two of them.
At this moment, from the center of the chaotic battle group, a big foot wearing an old liberation shoe suddenly protruded, and it ruthlessly imprinted on his face.
"Oh"
Shen Laodao's facial features shifted in an instant.
He spat out a big mouthful of old blood, his body flew backwards, and he fell unconscious.
Old Ghost Ji's face immediately turned blue-purple, and he was even more horrified in his heart.
How could this boy's sword skills be so powerful?
While the other party was fighting with him, he was able to separate his mind and kicked his Junior Brother Shen away? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com