Supreme Medicinal God

General Nan Yu stared at Ouyang Dao in disbelief.

What's going on, what is this situation, do you, a nasty guy, hide any super powerful weapons?

The breeze Xu Lai, the figure flashed, General Nan Yu found out that there were more people around.

An old man with white hair, dressed in extremely soft, embroidered gilt-colored taijitu robe, stood smiling in front of Ouyang Dao.

Behind the old man was carrying a dappled guqin.

Seeing the old man, Ouyang Dao could no longer bear his emotions, and he knelt in front of the old man with a thud, and the tears were crystal-clear under his eyes.

He opened his mouth because he was so emotional that he didn't say anything.

Without saying a thousand words, Ouyang Dao tried his best to hold back his tears and asked quietly.

"Master, how is your old man?"

The old man sighed: "I'm fine, knife. I've worked hard for you all these years. I've searched for Devil Nine Realm for the teacher. I didn't find your traces and thought you were dead."

"Sorry, Tu'er is incompetent, bullying Master's expectations. Tu'er is imprisoned in a spaceship, which is an air prison, isolated from the world. Until recently, Tu'er escaped from it."

"I heard about this and hurried from Mojiang City. I walked all the way. In Wan Yao Ling, I saw the bodies of countless demons and powerful fairy. What happened here? Seems to be in a tragic war?"

"Master, we fought a big victory and killed many demons."

Elder Lyra Qiaoshu laughed: "Tu'er, you have lost a lot of weight, but you are in good spirits."

"Master, you are also in good spirits."

Seeing that the master and the disciple had a long conversation, the conversation was happily, and he threw himself aside. General Nan Yu was very upset, his face sullen, but he didn't dare to attack, because he was afraid in his heart.

Was the Mowu Guanglun just destroyed by this old man with white beard?

And this old man with a white beard is still a master. Isn't the cultivation of this old man with a white beard even deeper than Da Luo Jin Xian?

For more than two hundred years in the demon world, it is difficult to see the big Luo Jinxian. On this day, let yourself meet two.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​running away, but he was unwilling.

A big Luo Jinxian is difficult to win, but there is another master of Da Luo Jinxian, and he certainly is not the opponent of this master.

These big Luo Jinxian are nothing remarkable, and any flying swordsmanship is so ridiculous that you don’t have to be afraid of them.

His two thoughts are at war between the inner heaven and the heavens, making his face cloudy and clear, and his eyes become erratic.

His magic sword was slammed and shouted, "Hey, you two are mentors and apprentices? But the apprentice can't fight, the master ran over, old man, would you dare to fight me?"

Elder Lyra was chatting with Ouyang Dao and was interrupted by General Nanyu. Ouyang Dao sneered: "On your own, you deserve to do it with my master too? I am afraid that my master will not take a few strokes and you will die. "

General Nan Yu was furious: "Don't just talk big, come on, fight a fight, but your flying swordsmanship is just like that, your master will be better off."

The figure swayed, and the old Tianqin slapped General Nanyu in the face. General Nanyu struck Venus in the eyes, and half of his face was hot and painful.

He was frightened back a few steps, staring at the elderly Lyra and Ouyang Dao in a daze, he knew that he was slapped, but the opponent's skill was too fast, he did not see clearly.

He only felt the figure in front of him flicker, his cheeks hurt, and then all of them were shining with Venus, but he didn't see who hit it.

He guessed that Ouyang Dao would not have such a skill. He had been playing with this apprentice for a long time, and he knew very well what skill he had. This master must have played this slap in the face.

"Old man, did you hit me?"

This question asked, his face was red, but half of his face was beaten red and swollen, and no one could see his blush.

Obviously it was the other party's fight, but I was not sure. Not only was my face beaten, but my face was also lost.

Elder Lyra sneered: "Yes, it's my fight. It's best to pay attention to your tone when you talk, otherwise you'll either hit your face or break your head next time."

Elder Lyra also made a motion of wiping his neck, and General Nan Yu felt a chill coming straight from his back spine, covering his neck subconsciously.

Ouyang Dao and Tianqin old man laughed.

General Nan Yu became angry and angry: "Smelly old man, dare to tease this general, I will not let you go."

General Nan Yu raised his epee, and once again danced a dazzling magic weapon light wheel, and the epee slashed to the old Tianqin with the stormy magic element.

Elder Lyra like the oil on the soles of his feet, a light flash, disappeared in front of General Nanyu.

The Mowu Epee was cut at the place where Elder Lyra just stood, smashing the ground out of a deep pit, and rubble flying around.

Elder Lyra didn't know when, but actually stood on the branches and leaves of a big tree next to him. The breeze blew through, and the people were light like swallows, and the branches and leaves swayed with the wind.

He sneered: "It's not easy to see you cultivate. I wanted to keep you alive. I didn't expect you to be so arrogant and vicious. Since you don't want to live, Benxian won't keep you anymore."

The old Lyra's palm lightly lifted, and the Guqin on his shoulder fell on the palm. It was a seven-stringed piano with simple and mottled color and shiny strings.

Skinny fingers gently fiddled with the strings, a melodious sound, endless, crisp and sweet.

Ouyang Dao sneered: "My master is playing the piano, you are dead."

General Nan Yu didn't understand that this old man wasn't just playing the piano, and he said that I was dead. What's the relationship between the two? Is it possible that he will die if he plays the piano?The mentor and apprentice were crazy, and they said something crazy.

He soon understood.

The sounds of the piano were gentle at the beginning, but suddenly they became irritable. The sound of the piano was like a thousand troops coming out of the dust, swords and swords, blood flowing into the river, and the corpses were everywhere.

General Nan Yu suddenly felt that the sound of the piano turned into an extremely powerful sword gas, which shot from all directions.

It turned out to be sonic power.

General Nan Yu suddenly realized that he had heard the story of participating in the fairy demon war two hundred years ago. Among them, the fairy would perform powerful sonic exercises, killing the wolf in a song, and killing the devil's army and corpses. Everywhere, blood rivers become rivers.

He just listened to the story and didn't expect to meet him today.

He hurriedly danced his own epee, and the magic elements turned into a dazzling light wheel, protecting him layer by layer.

But the wisps of the piano sounded like a high-speed rotating drill bit, drilling his magic weapon light wheel fiercely.

The sounds of the piano were like a mountain of high mountains, and he almost couldn't breathe.

The piano sound kept striking at his sword curtain, and his arm almost broke like a pain. His heart was salty, and a spit of blood spewed out.

(End of this chapter)