My Master Is a God

At this time, Dugu Wuqing who was beside him let out a long roar, jumped up and stood in front of Yang Yiyun, fighting with Chen Wanwan.

In Chen Wanwan's hand was a pitch-black dagger, and sparks overflowed from the blow. He took two steps back with shock on his face. He didn't expect Dugu Wuqing, who was also the eighth layer of dark energy, to be so powerful.

At the same time, the attacks of another black-clothed Anjin 8th-layer and two Anjin 7th-layers were blocked by the soft sword in Dugu Wuqing's hand.

She is one against four.

"Sir, look for an opportunity to save the monkey, you retreat first."

In the midst of his busy schedule, Dugu's ruthless words came.

Yang Yiyun narrowed his eyes, staring at Mo Dongdong who had a broken arm, because Monkey Doudou was in Mo Dongdong's hands at the moment.

I also understand that Dugu Wuqing is one of the four masters at the moment, with one against four, he leaves Mo Dongdong, who has a broken arm, the seventh layer of dark energy to himself, because Mo Dongdong is the weakest one among the ancient warriors present.

If he still suffers from Mo Dongdong's hands today, he can jump off the cliff directly from Luoyun Peak.

There was a wave of evil in his heart, rising from his heart, Yang Yiyun didn't like the feeling of being protected by a woman very much.

But there is no way, who made him weak?

Seeing the scene where Dugu Wuqing fought four against one, Yang Yiyun sincerely admired her from the bottom of his heart. The strength of this woman was beyond his imagination.

Especially the soft sword in her hand at this time was like a spiritual snake, and there was a silver sword shadow in her sight. Although it looked difficult, it restrained Chen Wanwan and the others.

Yang Yiyun knew that Dugu was ruthless and strong, but he didn't know how long she could last?

Not daring to dawdle, he took a step forward and left thinking of Mo Dongdong.

As for Mo Dongdong, when he saw Yang Yiyun coming towards him, he sneered in his heart. In his eyes, Yang Yiyun was always a small person with three levels of dark energy.

Even though he had broken an arm, his internal strength and means are still there, and one hand is enough to deal with Yang Yiyun.

Throwing Monkey Doudou, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, into the toilet, this time he touched something and pulled out a long knife from his back with his backhand, stomped on his foot and slashed at Yang Yiyun.

"Ding Dong~"

The two swords clashed.

Yang Yiyun used all his strength to strike, after all, he couldn't match Mo Dongdong's strong internal strength, so he took a step back, but he was not injured.

On the contrary, after he struck, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at the dragon-slaying sword in his hand with satisfaction.

Because the dragon-slaying sword was sharper than he expected, it fought Mo Dongdong with one blow. Although he was shocked by Mo Dongdong's deep internal force, he split the long knife and sword in Mo Dongdong's hand into two pieces with one blow.

The one who was most shocked was Mo Dongdong. He stared blankly at the long knife in his hand which was chopped off by Yang Yiyun.

At this moment, Mo Dongnan still doesn't understand that the pitch-black ancient sword in Yang Yiyun's hand is a magic weapon?

The long knife he Mo Dong used was made of special fine steel at a high cost, even if he chopped ordinary iron, it was like cutting tofu.

Didn't expect that the inconspicuous pitch-black ancient sword in Yang Yiyun's hand could even cut off the fine steel long knife in his hand?

Mo Dongdong, who came back to his senses, was not only not afraid, but immediately became greedy in his heart. Looking at the ancient sword in Yang Yiyun's hand, his eyes were hot, and he had only one thought, to snatch Yang Yiyun's ancient sword.

Greed is always the most evil devil in people's hearts. It will grow wildly without knowing it until it is destroyed.

At this moment, Mo Dongdong couldn't suppress the thoughts in his heart, his eyes turned into rabbits, and there was only one word "grab".

On the other hand, Yang Yiyun, after seeing Mo Dongdong's fiery expression, laughed in his heart until he became greedy, so that he could find openings in dealing with him.

Using the spiritual sense, the whole body is covered by three meters, and all abnormalities will be reflected in his mind.

Take a step forward and hit Huashan with ordinary force, and take out the sword.

In Mo Dongdong's eyes, this was looking for death, he sneered and clenched the half-cut knife in his hand to meet him.

This time, Mo Dongdong didn't face Yang Yiyun's ancient sword head-on, thinking that he knew that it was too sharp and would suffer a disadvantage. Instead, he easily split Yang Yiyun's sword with his dexterous body skills, and then slashed at Yang Yiyun's sword with a broken hand. Yang Yiyun's wrist holding the sword.

At this time, Yang Yiyun had only two choices, either abandon the sword or cut off his wrist.

In this way, if Mo Dongdong wants to come, he can snatch Yang Yiyun's ancient sword.

The result~!

The result was very smooth, and Yang Yiyun really gave up his sword.

This made Mo Dongdong overjoyed. The moment Yang Yiyun let go of the ancient sword and retracted his hand, he tightly held the fallen ancient sword in his hand, and even dropped the broken knife in his hand on the ground.

Mo Dongdong was overjoyed when he got Yang Yiyun's Dragon Slaying Sword.

But Yang Yiyun was happier than him.

Do you really think my buddy's Dragon Slaying Sword is so easy to grab?

joke.

Just as Mo Dongdong held one of the dragon-slaying swords, Yang Yiyun's palm also lightly landed on Mo Dongdong's lower abdomen.

This palm Yang Yiyun did not use the slightest qi and strength.

The purpose is to prevent Mo Dongdong from noticing, and because Mo Dongdong is happy to get the Dragon Slaying Sword, he can relax his vigilance.

Yang Yiyun's palm slapped Mo Dongdong's lower abdomen smoothly.

"huh~"

Mo Dongdong, who slapped his lower abdomen, snorted coldly, and slashed at Yang Yiyun with a backhand sword.

But Yang Yiyun, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly dodged.

At this moment, Mo Dongdong smiled triumphantly and said, "It's just one palm of the third layer of Anjin, so what if the old man stands still and asks you to hit ten palms? Now you don't have the ancient sword in your hand, let's see how you die?

Hand over the elixir formula on your body wisely, the old man can save you from suffering, otherwise you will definitely cut off your limbs. "

Faced with the point and threat of Mo Dongdong's long sword, Yang Yiyun grinned and said, "Does the old man really think that the young master's sword is so easy to snatch?"

"Big words... ah~ what did you do to me? ah..."

Mo Dongdong didn't finish his outrageous words, and finally felt that something was wrong with his body, followed by a smell of barbecue in his lower abdomen, followed by cramps.

He looked down, but found that there was a burning fire hole in his lower abdomen. At this moment, his body was like a fire hole burning in the middle of a piece of paper. Ming fell to the ground.

Mo Dongdong's body was naturally attacked by Yang Yiyun's previous palm with Zhenyuan Lihuo.

Yang Yiyun walked over to pick up the dragon-slaying sword, and watched as Mo Dongdong was quickly burned to ashes by Zhenyuan Lihuo.

He took advantage of Mo Dongdong's greed for the Dragon Slayer Sword, and deliberately exposed his flaws to let Mo Dongdong snatch the Dragon Slayer Sword. After Mo Dongdong succeeded, the moment he relaxed his vigilance, he lightly patted Mo Dongdong's true essence Lihuo with his palm that was ready to be released. The lower abdomen set his body on fire.

Zhenyuan Lihuo is a magical fire that only cultivators can use, but it is not comparable to ordinary fire. It didn't take ten breaths of time to kill Mo Dongdong.

Just when Mo Dongdong was screaming, Dugu Wuqing still had one against four on the battlefield tens of meters away. Although he was not defeated, there were already signs of weakness.

Chen Wanwan heard Mo Dongdong's screams in his ears, and when he saw it from the corner of his eye, his heart was shocked, and he saw Mo Dongdong's body burning up, and fell to the ground in an instant, while Yang Yiyun was fine.

Although he was surprised by the flames on Mo Dongdong's body, he was furious when Mo Dongdong was buried in a sea of ​​flames. He and Mo Dongdong built the Northwest Hall. Seeing his old partner die now, Chen Wanwan was furious. .

Immediately, his subordinates also became ruthless, two big eight-level dark energy and two seven-level dark energy, four against one, they were evenly matched against Dugu Wuqing, this battle was very useless.

Chen Wanwan couldn't figure out why Dugu Wuqing was so powerful because he was also at the eighth level of dark energy?

What's more, he couldn't figure out why Yang Yiyun, with a small third level of dark energy, killed his deputy hall master Mo Dongdong?

The dagger in his hand hit with all his strength, and Dugu Wuqing's subordinates immediately had an opening.

At this time, Chen Wanwan suddenly said to the masked dark eight-layer: "Mr. Qianye, go and kill Yang Yiyun." His words were full of killing intent.

If it wasn't for Dugu's ruthless attention that kept pulling him, Chen Wanwan would have wanted to kill Yang Yiyun with his own hands.

Now he resisted the pressure fiercely, making room for the man in black to deal with Yang Yiyun.

As for Yang Yiyun, after killing Mo Dongdong, he hurriedly walked towards Monkey Doudou who was thrown on the ground, and checked with his true energy, but it made him startled and angry.

Under the investigation of Zhen Qi, he found that Hou Doudou's limbs were broken abruptly, and his breath was very weak.

This made Yang Yiyun furious, and at this moment, Dugu ruthlessly exclaimed in the distance: "Sir, be careful~"

With a thought, Yang Yiyun put Houdou into the space of Qiankun Pot, and when he turned around, he saw the man in black running towards him.

At a distance of ten meters, a silver light suddenly flashed in the darkness, and it reached the range of his spiritual consciousness in a blink of an eye, but it was a hidden weapon, a dart hidden weapon commonly seen in island country movies, like a star.