Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Moxiu turned around and raised his hand, the silver light in his hand turned into a long sword, which lay across his chest, holding Wen Xinze's terrifying blade.

"Chong-"

Accompanied by the sound of gold and stone colliding, the hurricane formed by the sword energy suddenly swept around the two people holding the sword.

Xuanhu, who was lying on Wen Xinze's shoulder, was blown away by the strong sword energy.The hat of Moxiu's cloak was also blown off, revealing long dark red hair, bright red eyes, and - that face that was exactly the same as Wen Xinze's memory.

Buried deep in the bottom of my heart, the wound that had already scabbed cracked again, revealing bloody flesh and blood.He seemed to have returned to the Lihuang Island where the sky was full of thunder and fire, and he heard the terrified screams of the spirit grass in the valley.

"Mozunlou Wuye——"

Wen Xinze's dark green eyes quickly turned crimson from the bottom of his eyes.

The spiritual power ran wild, and silver lines appeared in the corners of his eyes, covering half of his face.Scarlet blood lines, like blood and tears, intertwined with half of the silver lines on his face.

"Oh? This is really a strange thing. I never thought that in this barren mountain, I would run into someone who knows me." Lou Wuye looked at Wen Xinze, who was fighting with him with a sword, with interest, "Don't say it, you The face, this deity does look familiar..."

Wen Xinze retracted his sword, turned around, and stabbed.

Lou Wuye retreated and dodged.

"I remember, you are the emperor black tree in Lihuangzhou." Lou Wuye paused slightly after speaking, and then narrowed his eyes, "But this sword energy--it should be a transformed sword spirit now, and It is still a rare innate sword spirit."

Lou Wuye tore off his cloak to block Wen Xinze's menacing attack.

"The killing intent of this sword qi is really rare and violent." Lou Wuye repelled Wen Xinze with a backhand, then flew into the air, and exchanged weapons with Wen Xinze in midair again, "Why don't you come to be the sword of the deity? This deity is very pleased with your killing intent."

Wen Xinze's cold eyes glanced at Lou Wuye's throat, and the tip of his sword pierced through the wind.

Lou Wuye seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and dodged sideways lightly.

He easily dodged the stabbing sword, not wanting Wen Xinze's other hand, which was not holding a sword, to sweep towards him with a blade.

Lou Wuye dodged hastily, but Wen Xinze's sword wind cut the skin of his neck.The wound was shallow, but it did hurt him.

Lou Wuye wiped off a line of blood on his neck with his fingertips.

It was he who took it lightly, the innate sword spirit, in the final analysis, is essentially a sword.Even in human form, every part of the body is a weapon, which can transform into a sword blade and burst out sword energy.

He hadn't been serious with the other party before.

It's rare to meet the Xiantian sword spirit. Although he has a grudge against him, he really likes the murderous sword spirit of the opponent, so he wants to try to use it for himself.Now it seems that he needs to be a little more serious.The body of the innate sword spirit is much stronger than that of ordinary monks, so there is no need to hold it too tight.If you accidentally hurt the sword, at worst, take it back and find someone to repair it.

While Lou Wuye was thinking, the sword he swung out suddenly became terrifying.

Wen Xinze dodged one sword qi with demonic energy, but the second one hit him firmly on the shoulder.The Tianzi-rank magic weapon he was wearing was easily scratched, leaving a bleeding wound on his shoulder.

Seeing Wen Xinze's injury from below, Xuanhu walked back and forth anxiously, then with a flick of his tail, his body suddenly turned into a giant beast with a height of ten feet, roaring and rushing towards Lou Wuye.

However, as soon as it ran halfway, it was stopped by the female demon cultivator.With a wave of his hand, the opponent knocked it down from mid-air.

Xuanhu smashed a huge hole on the rocky mountain road, and its huge body shrank back to the size of a palm.

"The ninth-grade spirit beast Thousand Illusion Black Fox, but unfortunately it is only a cub." The female demon cultivator walked to the huge pit, her cold eyes fell on the Black Fox at the bottom of the pit, and warned, "Don't disturb the Lord."

After the female demon cultivator warned Xuanhu, she turned around and looked at the battle situation in the air again.

Xuanhu's injury seemed to further stimulate the innate sword spirit, and the sword became more fierce and compelling.

It's a pity that this innate sword spirit picked the wrong opponent from the very beginning.

The innate sword spirit is really powerful, he can easily defeat monks of the same level as him, and he still has a chance of winning in battles of higher levels.However, their master's cultivation was several realms higher than his.With such a gap in cultivation, even the innate sword spirit has no chance of winning at all.

In mid-air, the sword in Lou Wuye's hand turned into a phantom, stabbing Wen Xinze's waist.

The female devil thought lightly in her heart: It's over.

And the accident happened suddenly at this critical moment.

At the same time that Lou Wuye's sword touched Wen Xinze's robe, a figure appeared behind Wen Xinze.

The man stretched out his hand, pinched the tip of Lou Wuye's sword with two fingers, and instantly shattered the sword in his hand.

Lou Wuye was startled, and immediately retreated, trying to avoid the ensuing danger, but he was still slow for an instant.The moment he met the pair of cold golden eyes, his entire arm was sliced ​​off by the opponent with bare hands.

Lou Wuye retreated a few feet and then staggered to the ground, clutching the wound on his severed arm.

A few small bursts of lightning flickered at the broken arm, which made him unable to reconnect the broken arm that fell to the ground, nor could he heal the wound, and the uninterrupted pain made him turn pale even more.

"My lord!" The female demon Xiu rushed forward, stood in front of Lou Wuye, and stared warily at the man who fell to the ground with Wen Xinze in her arms.

That person had black hair and golden eyes, and the murderous intent radiating from his body was far less than that of the person in his arms, but it made her feel an uncontrollable fear from the bottom of her heart.

"Xianyue, step back." Lou Wuye waved the female demon cultivator back, and looked at the opposite person holding Wen Xinze in his arms, "It's been a long time since Cheng Tianjian."

The person who came was none other than Cheng Jun.

Cheng Jun ignored Lou Wuye, he hugged Wen Xinze, who was in a maddened state, and while applying medicine to the wound on his shoulder, comforted him in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll help you kill Lou Wuye right away, this time This time will definitely kill him."

"Cheng Tianjian, where did this deity offend you? You killed this deity 700 years ago was not enough, now you have to kill this deity again."

"700 years ago, you caused the life of Lihuang Island to be ruined, and my Taoist family was ruined. Today, you hurt my Taoist again." Cheng Jun threw a bottle of healing medicine to Xuanhu who was limping over, and put it Put it on Wen Xinze's shoulder, and then cast his cold eyes on Lou Wuye, "It's reasonable for me to take your life."

Lou Wuye was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes around Wen Xinze and Cheng Jun, a little surprised that these two swords were Taoist companions.But while being surprised, he understood the reason why Cheng Jun wanted to kill him - it was all for the Taoist companion he held in his arms.

"Then you are looking for the wrong person." Lou Wuye said to Cheng Jun, "700 years ago, the demon-slaying war that led to the destruction of Lihuang Island was not provoked by this deity. Today, this deity hurts people, that is your way." You first move your hands on the deity."

Lou Wuye is not a character who likes to explain more to others, but he has no other choice for Shang Chengjun.

Only then did Chengjun cut off his arm when he attacked him, because he wanted to protect Wen Xinze.But next time he does it, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to survive under his hands.

He was only one realm away from ascending to the Heavenly Demon, but Cheng Jun's cultivation was still higher than his - he just couldn't figure out why he hadn't ascended yet with such a high cultivation of the Chengtian Sword?He remembered that his disciples had already ascended—more than a thousand years ago!

"Demon Venerable Lou Wuye, when did he become such a scumbag?" Cheng Jun looked at Lou Wuye indifferently, obviously not believing the other party's words.

At this moment, Lu Jianqiu arrived with his disciples and ten--five--front-back.

Before, Lu Jianqiu accompanied Cheng Jun, blocking the door of the kitchen of a restaurant in Pingtao Town, waiting for the cook to cook dinner for Wen Xinze, but the cook had only cooked less than half of the dishes, Cheng Jun suddenly changed his face, and then ran away in a hurry Go out and go in the direction of the hot springs.

Lu Jianqiu was worried that something had happened to Wen Xinze, so he brought his disciples along with ten and five to follow.

Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the scene, he heard Cheng Jun calling the broken-arm demon cultivator "Mozun Lou Wuye".

Demon Venerable Lou Wuye is like thunder to the older generation of monks in the cultivation world.For young monks, it was a rich and colorful stroke in the history of the cultivation world.

Mozunlou Wuye, who provoked the Demon Slaying War 700 years ago, died at the hands of Cheng Tianjian on the spot.

Lou Wuye should have been dead for more than 700 years, how could he still be alive?

Lu Jianqiu looked at the Broken Arm Demon Cultivator in surprise.

He had never met Lou Wuye, and naturally he didn't know each other, but he knew the female demon cultivator standing behind the broken-arm demon cultivator——Fu Xianyue, who was now recognized by most demon cultivators in Bei Cangzhou.However, now Fu Xianyue was standing behind the Broken Arm Demon Cultivator with a humble and respectful posture.

Lu Jianqiu was full of confusion, but it was not suitable to ask questions right now.He took his disciples, and Shi—they walked to Cheng Jun and Wen Xinze, and watched Moxiu on the opposite side with vigilance.

"If you talk about the people who destroyed Lihuangzhou, then we North Cangzhou demon cultivators and those so-called orthodox monks are all involved. But if you want to say that the chief culprit who provoked the demon-slaying war you said is really not the deity. Lou Wuye ignored the arrival of Lu Jianqiu and others. He shook off the donated blood from the wound on his severed arm, and raised his jaw towards Wen Xinze. Then just come to the deity."

Cheng Jun was about to say something, but felt his wrist was grabbed by Wen Xinze.

He tilted his head to look at Wen Xinze in his arms, and saw his red eyes fixed on Lou Wuye, and asked sharply, "Tell me—who is it? Who started the demon-slaying war 700 years ago?" ?”