The director is a god... stick!

The fate of each other will become more and more hindering each other.

In most cases, if an apprentice with parents and relatives hides his identity and worships the master, then his fate will overcome the master in the future until he defeats the master to death.

But because the apprentice also practiced the sorcery of his sect, the master couldn't see the future fate of the apprentice, so that tragedies often happened.

That's why, when he heard that his apprentice actually had parents and relatives, Wu Yong was so excited.

At this time, Zhao Xiaobao was still waiting for Ai Ai's defense, and on the other side, the injured Wu Yong's eyes were already scarlet, and he was staring at him.

Looking at the guilty appearance of his stupid apprentice, what else does he not understand?

Well, well... So that's the case, he said how his luck has gotten worse and worse recently, it turned out to be the reason for this "good apprentice" he accepted!

Wu Yong's eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "After the current matter is over... just wait for me!"

Although he didn't finish his words, Zhao Xiaobao immediately understood the meaning of his words, and shuddered fiercely, with a kind of fear, worry and despair in his eyes.

Just because he knew too well, he knew how beautiful and ruthless his master's methods were!

he's done...

Zhao Xiaobao's legs went limp, and he was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

But at this time, after watching the whole process of their master and apprentice turning against each other, Xuan Yi walked over calmly, and quietly pressed an ax blade against Wu Yong's injured neck.

"Unfortunately, you won't have the chance to clean up your apprentices in the future."

His eyes were as calm as water, and he said calmly.

And Wu Yong, at this point where his life was almost at the end of his rope, suddenly smiled.

"I've been making plans from the very beginning, and after waiting for so long, finally the time is ripe..." He said with a ferocious smile on his old face, determined to win.

"The person who died here today must be you!"

Before he could finish his sentence, regardless of the sharp ax still resting on his neck, he swung his hands violently.

With his movements, between his ten fingers, countless strands of light, as thin as hair, are gradually lighting up.

These silk threads, which have been hidden all this time, were pulled by him and slowly intertwined to form a tight net, extending from all directions, unexpectedly surrounding Xuan Yi without knowing it.

Countless filaments are as sharp as knives, gently hooking Xuan Yi's limbs, body and cheeks, everywhere, almost making him impossible to escape.

"Even if you are a rare genius in the Dao world, it doesn't matter that I planned carefully from the beginning, and finally quietly set up this trap, waiting for you to penetrate into it unconsciously."

Wu Yong's eyes showed a trace of complacency: "Even if you kept me crushed in the previous fights, so what? I never thought that those were just my tricks, right?"

"Now this network array is my final killing move!"

"You who are bound by thousands of silk threads, do you still dare to struggle and move now? As long as you move your body a little, these sharp silk threads will instantly split you into thousands of pieces..."

Facing Wu Yong's grinning face, De Xuanyi looked like a butterfly caught in a spider's web at this moment, with dense silk threads entwined all over his body.

But in the face of this situation, Xuan Yi was unmoved, and asked with a flat face: "Is this the trump card you have been quietly deploying?"

Wu Yong couldn't understand his still calm expression at this time, his eyes suddenly sank, he pulled the thin thread on his finger viciously, and shouted sharply: "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing interesting?"

Xuan Yi disregarded the other party's threats, and slowly stood up straight, ignoring the dangerous and sharp silk thread on his body, but said in a slightly disappointed tone: "It's just that I have waited for so long, but you only put on such a net formation... I feel like I'm just wasting my time."

From the very beginning, he noticed Wu Yong's arrangement, and he secretly became on guard as soon as he got out of the car.

As a cultivator, he was naturally curious as to what the other party's trump card would be at the bottom of the box... Now it seemed that his anticipation was in vain.

this one?this one! !

"What are you doing? If you dare to move, I will tear you into countless pieces..."

Seeing Xuan Yi's appearance at this time, Wu Yong, who had the chance to win, jumped in his heart, and hurriedly roared and threatened.

Xuan Yi didn't care about the sharp silk thread on his body, and once again touched the handle of the ax beside him...

"Master—"

At this moment, a shocking shout suddenly came from a distance.

This voice was so familiar that even Xuan Yi, who had always been calm, couldn't help but startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice in astonishment.

In the distance, a slender and familiar figure, with surprise and anxiety on his face, was rushing towards them at a speed that ordinary humans could never reach.

Xuan Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Xiao Baimo...

Why is he here?

Suddenly seeing the person whom he missed for a long time, Xuan Yi couldn't help being a little emotional for a while. At that time, the strength of the body protection couldn't help but relax a little, but he was accidentally taken advantage of by a very thin silk thread.

"Sigh~~"

Accidentally, he was accidentally cut on his cheek by this silk thread, and at the position of the cheekbone, a wound about the thickness of a hair was drawn, and a little blood oozes out.

Xuan Yi took a light breath, and then touched the wound on his face.

Fortunately, the wound was too small to be seen, and there was no need to apply ointment afterwards.

But Xiao Baimo, who just rushed over, saw Xuan Yi's entangled silk thread and his blood-stained cheek at the first glance.

Xiao Baimo was taken aback for a moment, his deep eyes suddenly darkened, and he suddenly looked at Wu Yong who was manipulating the silk thread.

Wu Yong: "..."