The Lord who use immortals as food

Wu Zaigu opened his indifferent eyes at this moment, and with both hands, he firmly and firmly grasped the pointed rod beside him that had retracted its tentacles, and walked towards the young man from behind.

He pointed his tip at the boy, bowed, and focused his eyes, waiting for the moment to strike.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.

Wu Zaigu turned his head suddenly, his body tensed like a bow string, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and squinting at the door.

The footsteps gradually came closer and stopped in front of the door, followed by a knock on the door.

Wu Zaigu frowned, and the man in white robe took out his dagger and walked over slowly.

However, before he could reach it, the door was pushed open without authorization.

An old man with a deer-headed and rat-brained head poked his head in and let out his signature laugh twice.

"Hehe... You're back? You guys weren't here just now. Hehe... the two immortals, can you give me a glass of fairy water? You see, I also have something on my head - eh! Brother Pei, you are here too ,伱, please say a good word for me——"

Lao Xiangzi's words were suddenly cut off, and he hugged his abdomen tightly like a bug. He stared at the man in white robes in front of him speechlessly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The man in white robe withdrew the dagger, waved his arm and shook off the withered old man holding his forearm like a mouse, and walked back to the center of the ceremony without even looking at it.

Wu Zaigu cast a mocking look at the old man who was crouching on the ground. Unlike most boring believers, he always liked to gain happiness from people.

But after all, there was still business, so he quickly turned his attention back to the present.

Then a question arises from the bottom of my heart: Why haven’t you started yet?

As if to answer this question, the young man in front of him suddenly turned around.

A bottle of viscous liquid splashed in his face, so close that it almost fell directly on him.

Wu Zaigu's heart suddenly tightened, his body twisted into an incredible arc, and he dodged without a moment's notice, not letting a drop of liquid stick to his skin.

But in the next second, the cunning dagger was already pressed against his chest.

The true energy rushed through the meridians like a violent wind. Wu Zaigu fell straight down, and then flew out close to the ground, narrowly escaping the blow again.

After flying two feet, Wu Zai Gu held his hand and stood up, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

The close distance of this attack, the suddenness of the attack, and the speed of the stabbing made cold sweat break out slightly on his body under the black robe.

He immediately understood that this was the fish that slipped through the net last night!

However, when he looked up again, the other party had already shot the dagger in his hand into the throat of the man in white robe who had just reacted.

Wu Zaigu tilted his head and did not rush to take action. He first pointed with the pole, and the remaining six people filed out of the room. Then he calmly and respectfully put the "dragon tongue" back to its original position.

Looking back at the young man who was pulling out the second dagger from his waist, Wu Zaigu leaned over and dusted off the dirt on his shoes, and said slowly and calmly: "Why are you not affected by Dragon Tongue's Immortal Lord Calling the Spirit?" ?”

Pei Ye said nothing, his body like a compressed spring.

Only when you face this person alone can you truly feel the suffocating pressure.

He activated [Quail Head] and swallowed the heart of the small dragon. His reaction, strength, and speed were several times higher than before. And in such a situation where he was unprepared to attack the enemy, he didn't even scratch the opponent's robe.

Seeing that Pei Ye didn't answer, Wu Zaigu was not annoyed and said: "Fortunately you are here this time, otherwise I would have suffered from the dragon's tongue eating my body again... That feeling is really uncomfortable..."

Having said this, Wu Zaigu seemed to finally remember the pain the young man in front of him had caused him. As the words came out word by word, his eyes became violent.

In an instant, Pei Ye felt chills all over his body. He saw the other party's hand reaching for his waist, he saw a cold light being flicked out, and he saw the other party twist his wrist and reveal the back of the knife.

Then, that cold light was right in front of you!

Even with the blessing of [Quail Head], Pei Ye still couldn't see the process. He raised the dagger almost purely by instinct, and with a sound of "Cang!" - he actually blocked it!

The impact of those injuries and backlash on the opponent is not a drop in the bucket!

But the next moment the dagger flew directly out of his palm. It was the first time for Pei Ye to face such a master. Even if the opponent was seriously injured and weak, the strike of the knife gave Pei Ye the feeling of being hit by a mountain.

But fortunately, he blocked the knife after all.

However, Pei Ye's happiness hadn't fully emerged yet. The knife was like a flexible poisonous snake. It was in a very small space. It had no power to store any force. It slashed with the side knife. Pei Ye's waist!

The force of this sword was so powerful that Pei Ye flew out.

This is the privilege of true energy.

The purpose of this knife is to paralyze the person without killing him. After all, he is a sacrifice and can be maimed but not killed. The mark on his forehead changed from a life-saving charm to a life-saving charm at this moment.

Pei Ye fell heavily to the ground and hit the body of the man in white robe.

The dagger was still standing straight on the neck, and blood had flowed into a large pool. Pei Ye's eyes immediately fell on the corpse's waist.

"Hmm...did you swallow that magic weapon?" Wu Zaigu noticed with sharp eyes that the boy's waist bones were not broken. "So, I retained too much strength."

Wu Zaigu smiled slightly. With two blows, the young man's strength had been exposed. The third blow could kill him without any surprise.

Just as Pei Ye was about to struggle to get up, Wu Zaigu rushed in front of him again.

This time it was a knife without reservation. The rich zhenqi poured into the blade was visible to the naked eye, but Pei Ye had no time to stand up.

There won't be any more surprises.

But the accident still occurred.

Because the young man holds the sword.

He's not standing up, he's drawing his sword.

This was a sword with a straight body, and the cold light brought up the blood on the ground, like a silver dragon bleeding into the sea.

This is a sword that should never appear here. It should appear on the Yunlang Sword Questioning Stage, in front of the Tianmen Sword Testing Stone, in the Shenjing Martial Arts Competition, and even in the Wuhai Jiuzhou Feather Scale Test!

Wu Zaigu knew that there was nothing wrong with his knife, and that this knife would definitely split the young man in half. But the opponent's sword may penetrate his throat faster, of course, at the same time, or slower - because he can't see the trajectory of the silver dragon clearly, and has no way of judging it, let alone blocking it.

Does he dare to bet?

As he got closer, the boy's determined expression became clearer and clearer, with no wavering in his eyes.

This is an unsolvable situation, because those who are barefoot are always afraid of wearing shoes.

Wu Zaigu bit his teeth, and his body floated backwards in a long arc, falling back to the door, looking at Pei Ye with a gloomy expression.

Pei Ye slowly stepped back, put on a standard sword stand, and solemnly faced the first truly powerful enemy in his life.

No matter how high your realm is and how strong your true energy is, scales will not grow on the vital parts. Of course you can kill me with one strike, but if I slit your throat, there is no need for a second sword.