The Eastern Invincible Harvested Grass to Blackwood Cliff

Deng Jiuru also cupped his hands at Xiang Wentian: "The last time we said goodbye, I didn't expect to meet so soon. It turns out that you are Xiang Wentian, the famous Sun Moon God Religion. What a disrespect!"

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but listening to Xiang Wentian who had just stumbled, he always felt that there was something wrong in it, but no matter whether Xiang Wentian felt awkward or not, the Sun Moon God Sect After listening to the conversation between the two, the people who looked at Deng Jiuru's eyes changed.

This is one of our own!Everyone's eyes revealed this taste.

Xiang Wentian smiled awkwardly: "I don't dare to be famous, I don't know what to call my little brother?"

"I'm Deng Jiuru."

Xiang Wentian nodded: "It turned out to be Brother Deng. I wonder if Brother Deng has a relationship with my divine religion?"

Deng Jiuru is obviously on the side of the Sun Moon God Sect now, and Xiang Wentian knows it well, but he really doesn't understand why Deng Jiuru wants to help.

"If you want to talk about my relationship with the God Sect, my wife is a member of the Sun Moon God Sect, does this count as a great relationship?" Deng Jiuru finished speaking with a smile, and looked at Xiang Wentian's face pale for a while with great joy It was livid, and finally black as the bottom of a pot.

Before Xiang Wentian felt that the woman dressed as a woman had a familiar face and a familiar voice, but now after hearing Deng Jiuru's words, Xiang Wentian couldn't imagine the real identity of the woman, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and had countless thoughts in his mind , Concentrate on guarding around, Deng Jiuru is here, so where is Dongfang Bubai?

The congregants of the Sun Moon God Sect couldn't help but guess after hearing this, which sister in the sect married such a husband and came here today to help the soldiers, Xiang Wentian listened to the whispering voices of the congregation behind him, and felt Secretly groaning.

At this time, Zhengpai's side is also very lively.

"Sure enough, it's the little devil boy of the Devil's Cult!" Zhengpai was in an uproar.

"The brat plotted against the master, kill him, kill him!" This was the shout of all the disciples of the Qingcheng sect.

Seeing that Deng Jiuru was young, the young disciples were eager to try, but the older disciples' eyes fell on the Buddha's sword behind Deng Jiuru's back, and their faces were ugly.

At this moment, a person from the crowd flew out and jumped in front of Deng Jiuru. Deng Jiuru saw a tall nun standing in front of her. She was in her 40s and had a very fierce appearance. She held a long sword in her hand. It's also a little cold.

"Hengshan Dingyi, the baby on the opposite side is your master Buddha's light swordsman?"

"It's my teacher, is my teacher old with my master?" Deng Jiuru murmured in his heart, the teacher on the opposite side looked fierce enough, could it be possible that the teacher had something to do with this when he was young?

After hearing that, Na Dingyi's face was about to burst into anger: "Okay, the Buddha's Light Swordsman used to be a chivalrous swordsman and used the Buddha's Light Sword to sweep away demons, but now you, as his apprentice, stand on the side of the Demon Sect and work for tigers. Today's poor nun I will teach you a good lesson for your master, and clean up the door for him!"

After all, Master Dingyi raised his sword and stabbed. Deng Jiuru knew that the master opposite him was not ordinary. Back then he was able to play with Yu Canghai in the restaurant, but he didn't dare to trust Master Dingyi. Seeing the opponent stabbing with a sword, Deng Jiuru pulled out the Buddha's Light Sword from his back, and a flash of sword light immediately went up to meet him.

But at this moment on the cliff, the old hag squinted at Su Baiyun, and snorted coldly, while Su Baiyun, who was repeatedly praised by Master Dingyi just now, was jumping on the rock with a sullen face: "Heaven and earth conscience, I You don't even know the nuns of the Hengshan Sect, Junior Sister Xia, you must not listen to her nonsense!"

The two older ones jumped up and down, Dongfang Bubai didn't even lift his eyelids, he watched Deng Jiuru and Nun Dingyi make a move with complete concentration.

This is the first time that Dongfang Bubai has seen Deng Jiuru fight seriously. Deng Jiuru's internal strength is not as good as Dingyi's, but his swordsmanship is much better than Hengshan's swordsmanship. If we really want to fight, Dingyi is really not Deng Jiuru's opponent. However, Dongfang Bubai saw that Deng Jiuru wanted to save trouble, and used the sword in his hand to be invincible, but Dingyi should know how powerful this sword is. .

Seeing this, Dongfang Bubai was slightly relieved, but he knew in his heart that if he fought someone like Dingyi, Deng Jiuru could take advantage. It must be a disadvantage.

Su Baiyun looked at Dongfang Bubai from the side, just stared at the bottom without distraction, and nodded secretly in his heart. I don't know what the foolish apprentice is obsessed with such a person, but now it seems that everyone has their own blessings. As a master, he wants to take care of it but he can't, so let them go.

At this moment, the situation below was exactly as Dongfang Bubai had expected. Master Dingyi's temper was already as hot as charcoal, and she used to be irritable when fighting with others. Today's beating with such restrained hands made her feel suffocated. There was a big fire, and it seemed that I lost my mind when I was holding my breath and fighting. When the two swords accidentally touched one place, I heard a "嘡啷", and half of the sword fell to the ground. Dingyi, only half of the sword in his hand is left.

The same treatment as Yu Canghai last time, Deng Jiuru was not in a daze when the sword of Dingyi was cut off for a moment, if this sword stabbed up, it would not be much better if Dingyi survived, but Deng Jiuru and Dingyi had no grudges. At this time, he didn't want to hurt her life, and once he withdrew his sword move, Deng Jiuru slapped Dingyi's shoulder with his left palm.

However, this palm only used [-]% of the force, but this internal force hit Dingyi who was completely unable to react at this moment, and also knocked Master Dingyi back more than a foot, unable to stand still and fell She fell to the ground. Although she didn't vomit blood, judging from her pale face, she also suffered internal injuries.

Master Dingxian, the head of the Hengshan School, was too busy bringing a few disciples to help Master Dingyi up. Master Dingyi took a deep breath, his face was really ugly, he snorted coldly, there were still disciples Picked up her broken sword, Master Dingyi didn't look at the broken sword, it was fine, but after seeing the broken sword, his complexion became even more ugly, he threw away the hands of several disciples who were supporting her, Master Dingyi Turned around and looked at Deng Jiuru.

"Boy, I'm not finished with you! Today you beat me with a sword in your hand, what's your ability?"

Deng Jiuru shrugged his shoulders, ignored Master Yi, and looked up at the martial arts decent opposite: "Anyone else who wants to come over to compete with you, Lord Deng, just come here."

Master Dingyi was not seriously injured just now, but this time he was ignored, this master was furious and spit out a mouthful of blood, the Hengshan faction was in a mess, and those young people who were still eager to try just now all stopped Well, even Master Dingyi of the Hengshan School is no match for this Deng Jiuru, and they went up for nothing.

With Dingyi's defeat, the faces of the other four sword sects of Wuyue Sword Sect were also unsightly. The head of Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun, flashed a purple aura on his face, and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

"Five Sacred Sword Sects are united in spirit, Huashan Mountain is not grouped and talented, we must seek justice for the senior sisters of Hengshan Mountain!"

This is Yue Buqun?Deng Jiuru looked at this man for a moment, then nodded inwardly, no wonder he is called Junzijian, he looks like a scholar.

"In terms of internal strength, your Zixia skill is not as good as it is, and in terms of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of your seniors of the Huashan School Sword Sect is still superb, and you..." Deng Jiuru shook his head, "Competing swords with you is bullying, I am right Your Zixia Gong of Huashan is very curious, why don't we fight for the victory, how about it?"

Can be called "Gentleman's Sword", Yue Buqun's temper in front of the Jianghu people can be imagined, but at this time, this gentleman's sword is also shocked and angry by Deng Jiuru's words, and the purple air on his face is constantly emerging .

The matter of Jianzong was a scandal that the Huashan faction tried to cover up. At this time, Deng Jiuru, who was in front of him, stabbed it out in front of the heroes of the world. Buqun hated Deng Jiuru deeply, and wished he could break his heart with one palm.

Deng Jiuru didn't care about what he said, but he had channeled his internal energy to ten percent. Zixia's contribution should not be underestimated. It seems that the palm also brought out a majestic purple air.

Deng Jiuru didn't seem to see any change, Yue Buqun's palm was slapped, Deng Jiuru took his arms forward, and there was a sound of "Pa!", and the two palms met, but Yue Buqun The purple air on Qun's face seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then Deng Jiuru made a strong effort with his arm.

"Get out!" Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun was slapped away by Deng Jiuru's palm for more than two feet. Although he didn't fall down, blood flowed from the corner of Yue Buqun's mouth.

Not to mention the exclamation of the other members of the Wuyue Sword Sect, Master Dingyi who was still dissatisfied just now also let out an "ah" when he saw this, and his face changed instantly. In terms of internal strength, she is not as good as Yue Buqun. It can be seen that Deng Jiuru treated her subordinates just now. She showed mercy, but Master Dingyi hated the Demon Sect the most in her life, and now she was shown mercy by a member of the Demon Sect, which made her feel worse than being killed.

But at this moment, Mrs. Yue saw her husband's hand, drew out her long sword and wanted to step forward. At this moment, the great Shaolin monk recited the Buddha's name and came to Deng Jiuru.

"Baby, poor monk, come and meet for a while, you, the successor of the Buddha's lightsaber, are amazing!"

Deng Jiuru took a step back and looked at the monk. He was not afraid of Yue Buqun's Zixia skills, but if he said he was not afraid of the old monk's proficiency in Yijin Jing, it would be a lie. Deng Jiuru felt his scalp tingling.

Dongfang Bubai could see clearly and hear clearly from the cliff. At this time, he stood up from the rock, tiptoed the whole body forward, and floated down Baizhang Peak from the top of the mountain. You can hear clearly: "Husband, don't be afraid, old monk, I'll meet you for a while!"