Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

Zhou Yi's shoulder has just been patted, he is a face of panic to the distance away.

Because with his current cultivation, a person can approach himself quietly, which is an extremely dangerous thing in itself.

So what he has to do is to stay away from danger as quickly as possible.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Zhou Yi dodges back. The other party doesn't chase after him. Instead, he stands in the same place with a face of indifference.

At this time, Zhou Yi finally saw the man in front of him. He was about 40 years old. His hair was gray and his eyes were long and thin. But in that eye, he could see the dark evil spirit.

Moreover, the man was well dressed. He was wearing an ochre robe with dark auspicious clouds on the collar and a long sword with a black scabbard around his waist.

Zhou Yi once heard Tang Qiu say that they were in charge of a sword made of thousand year old cold iron. It must be the one in front of him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi smiles: "Mu Zhangjiao, I've heard so much about it!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiao, who was recognized by Zhou Yi, didn't show much change on his face. He was still the same as before and said, "you haven't answered my question."

Zhou Yigang was about to open his mouth when he heard the sound of a clear sword. Then, the figure of the master Mu had turned into a light and shadow and shot at Zhou Yi.

The distance between the two is only a few meters, and the other side has already gone nearly ten meters in a breath. Then the sharp sound of breaking wind in the sword light belt has come to Zhou Yi's chest.

Zhou Yi didn't expect that the other side would not greet each other, but would directly take the shot.

Then, in a hurry, he mobilized his aura in his body. When the blade reached a small half inch of Zhou Yi's chest, Zhou Yi finally moved his body to the left half a step or so in a panic, and dodged the other side's attack.

"It's good to react!" The mu Zhangjiao gave a cold hum, and then he waved his arm to Zhou Yimeng. A blade of wind condensed by the evil spirit shot away at Zhou Yi like a flash of lightning.

The speed of the black wind blade is extremely fast, and it has reached Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye.

"This speed..." even though Zhou Yi's usual speed is not slow, he can't help but exclaim after seeing the speed of this mu Zhangjiao. Then he pinches his hands in a hurry, and a long knife with a trace of electric light suddenly sweeps out of his hand, and finally collides with the wind blade.

After a bang, Zhou Yi couldn't help but step back four or five, but the other side was still unchanged.

Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Namu.

At this time, the other party's body has been wrapped by a layer of extremely heavy evil Qi, and it seems that he has been a little confused.

Zhou Yi didn't want to be defeated by him, a half demon and half immortal. The next second, Zhou Yi's feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and then physically made a black line and attacked the other party.

Zhou Yi's fists contain a strong electric light, and he swung it hard at the other side's neck.

Mu Zhangjiao didn't expect Zhou Yi to fight back in such a short time. For a while, he was a little confused. When he reacted, his fists were already in front of him.

Mu Zhangjiao's head tilted slightly, and then he made a fist, which collided with Zhou Yi's fist.

They stepped back several steps at the same time.

Zhou Yi felt the pain from his fist, and he had to admire that the physical function of the other party had reached a peak. If he had not remodeled his bone, he would have lost his arm.

Mu Zhangjiao looked up at Zhou Yi and said with a smile: "your skill is good. It's worth using a unique skill!"

Hearing the speech, Zhou Yi's eyelids can't help but jump.

Zhou Yi has already seen the ability of that bullshit leader. With his current ability, he is definitely not the opponent of the leader.

But that guy said he wanted to use a trick?

The voice of the teacher dropped, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the sunny sky. Then the shadow turned and became bigger and bigger. Finally, it formed the image of blocking the sky and the sun.

The sun is hard to penetrate, and the whole mountain top is in a darkness.

In this dark sky, a huge black arrow is slowly forming, and an extremely terrifying force also breaks through the air at this time, so that a circle of energy ripples are formed around Zhou Yi.

And the figure of Namu Zhangjiao seems to be completely integrated into the darkness. His hands are constantly changing in front of him. With the change of his fingerprints, the energy constantly surging in the darkness all surges to the huge arrows in the sky.

Zhou Yi raised his eyes and saw that the power was becoming more and more powerful, and his heart hung high.

He quickly mobilized the energy of his body and injected them all into his hands.

"I haven't used it for many years. I don't know if the current cultivation can be used with the divine color of that day!" Zhou Yi murmured softly. Then the energy in his hands gathered more and more. Finally, he even lit up the darkness around him."Down!" Mu Zhangjiao had a big drink.

The energy in Zhou Yi's hands finally rose to the sky at this moment, turning into a golden dragon and rushing up to the black arrow.

One black and one gold, two colors of spiritual power, all contain extremely terrifying energy, the two cut through the sky, and finally crashed into each other.

All of a sudden, there was a thunderbolt above the sky.

The whole mountain seemed to vibrate.

Then the huge energy and energy spurted out from the place where the two collided. The black clouds and fog above the sky seemed to be washed away and inflamed a lot. The sunlight in the sky also penetrated through the clouds, illuminating everything around Zhou Yi.

The ground on which they stood had been blasted out a pit several feet wide, and a strong cough came out of the thick fog.

Then, a figure slowly climbed out of the pit.

At this time, Zhou Yi's clothes were not only broken, but also covered with bloodstains on his face. Blood was dripping down his arm, wetting the soil on the ground.

On the contrary, mu Zhangjiao, on the other hand, is still very respectable. Except for his hair, which is a little scattered, there is no difference in other places.

Surrounded by a crowd of Xianshan disciples can not help but applaud in a low voice, it seems that they have won the game, which makes them very excited.

Zhou Yi is so weak that he can only be slaughtered, so he simply lies on the ground and does not move.

"Come on, drag him down from the clouds and put him in the dungeon of fairy mountain." The Zhang Jiao raised his eyes slightly, took a look at Zhou Yi, and said to the disciples of Xianshan.

"Yes They all agreed, and then several people came out, almost carrying Zhou Yi to the dungeon in Xianshan