Maoshan Ghost King

In an instant, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand grew several times larger, the seven small swords hanging on it clinked, the runes on the sword body flowed, and the awe-inspiring aura slowly spread to the surroundings.

When the old man looked at the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and his body shook slightly, and he blurted out: "Maoshan Seven-Star Sword! Why do you have this sword, who are you?"

"You don't tell me who you are, why should I tell you?" Ge Yu slightly shook the sword in his hand and pointed at the old man.

"The person who can hold the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword must have a lot of background. It seems that the old man has encountered a tough stubble today. Not to mention that you are not a small role. Originally, the old man felt that you did not deserve to know the name of the old man. For the sake of this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, it will make you understand."

Having said that, the old man paused and said with a smile: "Boy, you can listen well, the old man's nickname Beiming ghost uncle! How about, are you afraid? If you are afraid, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, maybe I can spare you a dog's life."

"Sorry, I have never heard of Uncle Beiming Ghost, forgive me for my ignorance." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? You don't even know the name of the old man, how did you come out?" The Uncle Bei Ming suddenly furious.

"Sorry, I really don't know, I have never heard of it." Ge Yu sneered.

Ge Yu was telling the truth. In addition to the particularly famous masters on the rivers and lakes, Ge Yu had heard of such people as Niuyanghua Li Bai and others, but the ghost of Beiming, Ge Yu was unheard of, just like when he met in Shancheng. What kind of mountain city Shuangsha is like, so Ge ​​Yu didn't intentionally be angry with the old man, he really didn't know.

Finally, Uncle Beiming Ghost suppressed the anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, the old man has already reported his name, should I tell you who you are?"

"In Xia Maoshan Chenyuan, the disciple Ge Yu, the Taoist name is Long Yan." Ge Yu said lightly.

"Huh? Such a young man? Chenyuan Real Person..." The Uncle Beiming Ghost widened his eyes and said incredulously.

Whenever Ge Yu became famous, most of the opponents were unbelieving. The main reason was that Master Chenyuan was a man of a hundred or dozens of years old. Most practitioners on the rivers and lakes knew Chenyuan, and thought Maoshanzhang. Master Longhua is his apprentice, and there are some 70 or 80-year-old brothers who teach Longhua. No one would have thought that Zhenyuan Zhenren would accept such a closed disciple as Ge Yu, and only after he was a hundred years old.

Furthermore, Chen Yuan’s actions have always been unpredictable, and even the Wanluozong people are nowhere to be found, let alone other people. Therefore, most practitioners on the rivers and lakes do not know Chen Yuan. There is also the matter of Ge Yu, a closed disciple.

Although Uncle Beiming Ghost was full of suspicion, when he saw the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, he believed in seven or eight points. After all, this is a sacred artifact of Maoshan and not everyone can take it. Only a real person who taught Chenyuan on Maoshan had the right to decide which apprentice to give this sword to.

The head teacher of Maoshan Dragon Tiger is a lot of age, and he didn't take this Maoshan Seven Star Sword. That is to say, the Chenyuan Zhenyuan deliberately gave the next head teacher to the boy in front of him, because the Maoshan Seven Star Sword can only be taught by the true head teacher. use.

Knowing that Ge Yu was from Maoshan and the disciple of the real person of Chenyuan, then Uncle Beiming Ghost felt a little jealous.

The people of Maoshan are not easy to provoke. They are the number one sect in the world. If they offend them, the consequences will be disastrous. It is the old fellows of Maoshan Xingtang who can't resist themselves.

But on second thoughts, he killed Ge Yu and all the people who were there today. Who knows?

Thinking of this, the Ghost Uncle Bei Ming chuckled and said: "Boy of Maoshan, you know the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the formation of broken people. This is a deadly enmity. If you met me today, you are unlucky!"

"Cult demon, the use of arrays kills lives, just like a mouse crossing the street. Everyone will get rid of them. Breaking your array is still the second thing. Killing your life is the key." Ge Yu said sternly.

"Yellow-mouthed kid, what a big tone, take it to death!" As he said, the ghost uncle Bei Ming waved two short knives, his figure flashed, and he came to Ge Yu's side, the two double knives were as fast as Lightning rushed towards Ge Yu!

This person is proficient in the sword technique, has almost entered the state of transformation, and is very powerful. When Ge Yu fought him, he felt a huge pressure and forced himself to retreat.

Just as I expected, this person's cultivation is above himself.

The Master Han who was standing on the side saw Ge Yu fighting with the Uncle Beiming Ghost. After taking a few breaths, he immediately waved the folding fan in his hand and moved towards the Uncle Beiming Ghost, saying loudly: " Master...I'll help you..."

However, like this kind of master showdown, at the level of Master Han, it is impossible to get together. Moreover, Master Han was slapped heavily by the ghost of the North Ming, and he was already seriously injured. Can't help much.

When Master Han swayed towards Uncle Beiming Ghost, suddenly, a dozen people rushed out from nowhere, and quickly rushed towards them, all of them mentioned With a dazzling sword, everyone is wearing a black night walker, and at first glance they are all practitioners with good means.

When Master Han saw the dozen masters rushing over, he stopped in shock, thinking that he was dead now. It turned out that Uncle Bei Ming had a helper.

In fact, it is true that when the two of them were chasing Uncle Beiming Ghost, a group of people kidnapped He Wei Dao and the Ling family father and son, it must be these people.

In my own situation, how can I deal with more than a dozen practitioners, but now it is too late to run.

"Fight." Master Han gritted his teeth, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, pouring spiritual power into it, and countless pink plum petals floated out of the fan, and it turned towards the dozen or so people with machete. Fly away.

As soon as those plum blossoms floated out, they all turned into murder weapons, shooting out like blades.

The people who had rushed to Ge Yu immediately stopped, and immediately someone threw out a few talismans and turned them into a gas barrier. Before everyone else, those petals hit the gas barrier. Bang bang.

"He is injured, kill him first." Some of the people in black pointed towards Master Han, and the dozens of people in black suddenly huffed and rushed towards Master Han.