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"Be bold!"

As soon as God's words fell, before Xiong Ba could even respond, he heard a cold shout coming from the window.

These two words were like two strong winds, coming in from the window and blowing the table in front of Xiong Ba and others, causing the cups to fly. Like two invisible magic weapons, they directly attacked the standing Immortal God, smashing the upturned table in front of him and the teacup that was about to fall to the ground, directly smashing it into pieces!

The god's long hair was also blown into the air by these two forces.

Although he possesses magical powers, the body of the god is already very old.

Therefore, the moment the long hair flew up, the god's figure had already moved aside, for fear that these two forces would seriously injure his body.

Although he left, these two forces still blasted all the tables and chairs on the second floor of Tiantianju to pieces.

In addition to Xiongba, Wuming, and Sword Master, the three peerless masters saw that something was wrong and left at the same time after the god left. Qingyi Ke and others were blasted backwards by these two forces, and there was a "bang" collision. When he reached the stairs, he knocked down the handrail that went up and down the stairs and pressed it underneath him.

While the wood chips were flying, God's angry voice also sounded.

"Lion Roaring Technique? Are you a mad lion?"

When he said this, there was a hint of surprise in God's eyes.

Just because the mad lion Lang Fantian was a master of martial arts eighty years ago, his lion roar resounded throughout the world, but when Lang Fantian became famous, he was already nearly fifty years old.

People in the world of martial arts are more or less likely to have some internal injuries, and few people can live to be eighty years old!

Judging from this, if the person who used the Lion's Roaring Technique was the world-famous Crazy Lion, then wouldn't he be over a hundred years old at the moment?

But if it wasn't for the waves turning to the sky, why would the power of this lion's roar skill have reached the state of transformation?

Therefore, a hint of surprise will appear in God's eyes.

And just when God was thinking about whether the visitor was a wild lion, the visitor flew in from the window.

If God's eyes were filled with surprise before seeing anyone, then after seeing Jiang Fei and You Yun flying in from the window, God's eyes were full of curiosity.

He was curious about what kind of technique could make Jiang Fei and You Yun levitate in the air without moving.

Although he can do this, he is the most qualified person in thousands of years.

Therefore, God does not believe that in this world, other than Bu Jingyun, who is of the same race as him, there will be anyone with his qualifications.

When he was looking at Jiang Fei and You Yun, Xiong Ba, who was retreating to the side, suddenly took a few steps forward, stood in front of Jiang Fei, bent down and cupped his hands and said, "Xiong Ba salutes the master!"

Jiang Fei's face was colder than ever before, as if he was unaware of Xiong Ba's salute, as if he didn't hear it. He just stared at the god standing a few meters away with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, the Immortal God narrowed his eyes and sneered: "So you are the person behind the invitation to me! Do you know how long you made me wait? If you don't tell Ziwu today Come Yin Mao, don’t blame me for beating you to death in public!”

Jiang Fei seemed not to notice, and gradually fell to the ground. He took out the sword given by Li Qing from his waist, raised the sword and said coldly: "How dare a mere mortal ant speak disrespectfully to a certain Lord! If I don't take you today, Life, I will have no face to see the Lord!"

As he spoke, his sword-holding hand shook, and in an instant he saw that the long sword as black as ink in his hand swelled to the size of a door panel.

The ink light on the sword flows, and the cold light is cold.

You Yun on the side said calmly: "He's just an ant. I'm just going to take his soul away. Why bother to go to war with him!"

When she finished saying this, Wuming, who was standing with the sword master, immediately raised his head and looked at Youyun, his eyes full of complicated meanings.

Jiang Fei slowly shook his head at this moment and said in a deep voice: "If you don't take his life with your own hands, Jiang will not have a clear idea! How can the Lord be such an ant to talk about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and struck at the god standing not far away.

In the whistling sword wind, the god suddenly sneered: "Shuiyuedongtian's Tianya sword technique?"

As soon as he said these words, he saw Jiang Fei's sword move suddenly change, from the hilt to the sword body, suddenly spinning, and stabbing at him as if turning his head.

The god's brow hidden under the human skin mask suddenly raised and said: "The sword-turning technique of the Divine Sword Sect?"

When he finished saying this, Jiang Fei's 'Sword Turning Technique' had already stabbed in front of him.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was in front of him, the god calmly raised his hand to greet it, blocking it with the 'Maha Boundless' that he spent decades to understand.

But the moment his palm came into contact with Jiang Fei's 'Sword Turning Technique', God's expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost, he quickly stopped his hand and retreated.

When Jiang Fei saw this, the giant sword the size of a door panel in his hand suddenly shrank into a small tree branch, and like a black snake, it wrapped around Shen Na's withdrawing wrist.

This time, the god did not speak, but the sword master suddenly asked in surprise: "Is this the 'Bridled Sword' that has been lost for nearly a hundred years?"

Before he could finish his words, the sword in Jiang Fei's hand had already cut off one of God's wrists and circled towards God's elbow.

boom--

Until the severed hand fell to the ground, the god did not let out a scream, but his originally nonchalant look was now full of horror. While retreating as fast as wind and lightning, he shouted: "What kind of internal power is that of yours?"

Jiang Fei greeted him with a cold face, not a word escaped his lips.

I don't know what kind of footwork he used. The god who had already retreated five or six meters was caught up by him in an instant, and his rapier was pointed directly at the heart of the god.

Seeing this, the Immortal God's expression suddenly became extremely shocked. He quickly thought about where this monster came from, raised his hand to break his Maha Wuliang, and even used the simple Qinggong that everyone in the world knew to catch up with his peerless Qinggong.

Although he was thinking, his steps did not slow down at all.

In an instant, one could see that the entire second floor was covered with his afterimage. It was so dizzying that one could not tell which one was his real body.

Even so, Jiang Fei's figure has been chasing after him, approaching step by step. Maybe the tip of a sword will penetrate him from the back in the next moment.

Seeing this, the Immortal God suddenly felt cruel in his heart. His steps suddenly turned around and he flashed beside Youyun at the window at a very fast speed. He even reached out and clawed at Youyun's neck.

Originally, as the majestic God of Immortality, he would disdain to use such dirty tricks, but now that his life is at stake, he doesn't care so much anymore.

When Wuming on the side saw this, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and his hand on the erhu string also left the erhu string at this moment, ready to rescue You Yun at any time.

After all, of all the people present, he was the only one who could save You Yun from the hands of God.

It's just that Wuming and Shen's attention was all on Youyun, and they didn't notice the strangeness that suddenly appeared in Jiang Fei's eyes and the astonishment on Xiong Ba's face.

They don't know that even if everyone present joins the battle, they won't be able to survive for a second in Youyun's hands!

This is the second update. The third update will be late, but not impossible. . . .