Me, sword fairy!

It is useless to say anything. The will of both parties cannot be questioned by others. They meet in a narrow path and draw their swords.

Chapter 37 Engagement!

"If you want to use that thing to deal with me, I advise you to save it." Ye Guzhuang raised the knife in his hand with a sarcasm, "My magic weapon... is above you."

"!" The expression of the middle-aged scribe changed again, and the trace of luck that had been left was gone. He did not hesitate anymore, and the inner energy gushed out like a tide.

————What a huge and amazing internal energy?

Even Xiao Hai is just an ant in this vast inner energy like a star.

Ye Guzuo's expression remained unchanged, the knife in his hand was tightly held, and he didn't see any violent movements, just holding the knife and swiping from left to right.

As a result, the star-like inner energy was cut off.

If it's just cut off, it doesn't matter, the inner Qi behind will still follow, but...

After touching the knife, those inner qis seemed to have lost their way...Perhaps, these inner qis from the middle-aged scribes were cut off from the middle-aged scribes at this moment and no longer controlled by him. No longer for him to drive.

As a result, the star-like inner energy scattered around and turned into invisible.

What a ridiculous thing this is--not to mention Zu Guang, even Gu Hong, there is no such secret method that can disconnect the martial artist and inner Qi.

Possessing this secret method is equivalent to giving a death sentence to all the practitioners in the world and 90% of the Qixiu and Qimen monks!

————Although this is actually not a secret method, but the effect of a knife, the deterrence is the same.

But... the middle-aged scribe has decided to kill.

If the inner energy is useless... use close combat!

The middle-aged scribes make seals with one hand, and the secret method of time is activated instantly!

"After an instant!"

The figure of the middle-aged scribe disappeared instantly, and after only one tenth of his eyes, he appeared in the blind spot of Ye Guxuan's vision.

Then...

Bend your left leg slightly, clenched your right fist, from back to front, punch under your ribs!

The momentum is like thunder, no one can stop!

With the sound of the sonic boom, there was the voice of a middle-aged scribe.

"The secret method of time, after an instant!"

"Mystery of Time·Endless Me!"

"The secret method of time, I am the only one!"

"Moyang Shenquan Profound Style·Pure Yang Tiangang!"

In an instant, countless middle-aged scribes appeared, all clenched in their hands, with pure Yang internal energy.

Then, in the next moment, all the middle-aged scribes merged with the original middle-aged scribe. At the same time, the middle-aged scribes were soaring, and it was doubled up!

Such a punch... is that Lingshan is here, and it may not be able to hold it. How can humans... be able to hold it?

Naturally, you can only choose to hide.

Hide... Can you escape the secret method of time?

The Secret Method of Time was activated instantly after an instant, and the fist of the middle-aged scribe was instantly behind Ye Guxiu - a distance that was absolutely inevitable.

At least in terms of the speed displayed by Ye Guzuo, this is an absolutely inevitable distance.

"Are you really---regardless of whether your identity is exposed?!" In this situation, Ye Guxu still had the leeway to speak distractedly, so he exploded the name of his moves in such a grand manner, just for Increasing that trace of heavenly harmony, it looks like...

[Really the killing intent has been decided... Actually, I don't care about my identity, even though I knew it, that guy has already seen your real name...] Ye Guzhuang also put his hands together.

[But when it comes to time secrets...I know more than you.] "The secret method of time..."

The fist of the middle-aged scribe had landed on Ye Guzuo's back, and it was a big blood hole in an instant. The heterogeneous internal energy invaded Ye Guzuo's body, rapidly destroying Ye Guzuo's meridians.

But... Ye Guzhuang still released that time secret method.

"This body does not change!"

In an instant, Ye Guxian was intact as before, and then Ye Guxian drew his knife abruptly, turned around, chopped, and finished in one go!

Ye Gu played with a knife. From left to right, he originally intended to cut the middle-aged scribe in half directly, but the middle-aged scribe was also decisive. He had no idea of ​​defense at all—not even a moment of hesitation, but another A fist hit Ye Guxiu's head, a posture of life for life.

If it were in a normal state, Ye Guzhuang would not be eligible to change his life with the middle-aged scribe, but the knife in his hand was really too strong, so strong that he qualified for the change, but... after killing someone, cut it. It takes a knife to break the soul. If you don't cut the soul, the middle-aged scribes can still live. If you change your life here... Ye Guzhuang will not be able to swing that sword.

Ye Guxuan sighed secretly, and the Secret Technique of Time was unfolded again, avoiding the punch of the middle-aged scribe, stepping back more than 50 meters, barely opening the distance.

The middle-aged scribe was about to rush to attack, but saw Ye Guzuo take out a sword.

A very ordinary sword, even in the Dahua period, a swordsman could buy such a sword.

But this sword is not ordinary, because... During the ancestral era, no one was able to make such a sword, not because of how good this sword is, but this style happened to have never appeared.

But this sword has been seen by middle-aged scribes.

Thousands of years ago, a man held this sword, or a sword of this standard, and swung a sword at him. That sword cut off his arm, spanning tens of thousands of years, against the flow of time.

Ye Guzhuang held the sword.

He whispered: "Six forms of Qinglian..."

The middle-aged scribe's pupils shrank suddenly, and the scene of his arms being cut off by a sword, lying in a dark corner that no one knew, gritted his teeth and wailed again.

"Qianfan————Go!"

Chapter 38 Mo Mingshi

Powerful warriors are not without mind demon, but their mind demons are far fewer than those weak warriors, and generally speaking, they will hide deeper.

What is the demon of the middle-aged scribes?

Such a person who has disappeared for tens of thousands of years and laid out silently behind the scenes for tens of thousands of years, what his demon is... logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to know.

But there was one person, he just knew.

This person is here, his name is Ye Guzuo, and he will always appear when he is most needed.

The middle-aged scribe was surrounded by demons, and there was a trace of fear in his pupils.