Deng Jiuru also bowed her hands to Xiang Wentian: "We said goodbye last time, but I didn't expect to see each other so soon. It turns out that you are Xiang Wentian of the famous Sun and Moon God Sect. It's really disrespectful!"

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but Xiang Wentian, who had just stumbled, felt that there was something wrong in it. However, regardless of whether Xiang Wentian felt uncomfortable in his heart, the Sun Moon God Sect was

After listening to the conversation between the two people, the look in Deng Jiuru's eyes changed.

This is one of our own! Everyone’s eyes showed this feeling.

Xiang Wentian smiled rather awkwardly: "I don't dare to be famous. I wonder what I call my little brother?"

"I'm Deng Jiuru."

Xiang Wentian nodded: "So it's Brother Deng. I wonder if Brother Deng is related to our religion?"

Deng Jiuru was obviously on the side of the Sun Moon God Sect. Xiang Wentian knew it, but he really didn't understand why Deng Jiuru wanted to help.

"As for the relationship between me and the Divine Cult, my wife is from the Sun Moon Divine Cult. Is this a huge connection?" Deng Jiuru said with a smile, looking at Xiang Wentian's face that turned pale for a while with great joy.

It was livid, and finally turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Xiang Wentian had thought that the woman dressed as a woman had a familiar appearance and a familiar voice. Now after hearing Deng Jiuru's words, Xiang Wentian could not imagine the true identity of the woman. He couldn't help but be shocked and had countless thoughts in his mind.

, and focused on the surroundings to be on guard, Deng Jiuru is here, where can Dongfang Bubai be?

After hearing these words, the followers of the Sun Moon God Sect couldn't help but guess which sister in the sect had married such a husband and came here to help the soldiers today. Xiang Wentian listened to the whispering among the followers behind him, and felt in his heart

Screaming secretly.

At this time, the Zhengpai side was also very lively.

"Sure enough, he is the little devil bastard from the Demon Sect!" The decent side was in an uproar.

"You bastard plotted against Master, kill him, kill him!" This was the shout of all the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.

Seeing that Deng Jiuru was young, the young disciples were a little eager to give it a try, but the older ones' eyes fell on the Buddha's Light Sword behind Deng Jiuru, and their expressions were ugly.

At this moment, someone from the crowd flew out and jumped in front of Deng Jiuru. Deng Jiuru took a look and saw a tall nun standing in front of him. She was in her forties, with a very fierce appearance and a long sword in her hand.

The sword also had a bit of cold light.

"Hengshan Dingyi, your master is the Buddha's Light Swordsman across from Wawa?"

"It's my master. Is there an old relationship between the master and my master?" Deng Jiuru murmured in his heart. The master's wife across from him looked very fierce. Could it be possible that the master had something to do with this master when he was young?

After hearing this, Dingyi's face almost burst out with anger: "Okay, back then, the Buddha's Light Swordsman was a hero and a righteous man who used the Buddha's Light Sword to sweep away the demons. Now, as his disciple, you stand on the side of the demon sect and help the tigers. Today, you are a poor nun."

I will teach you a lesson for your master and clean up the house for him!"

Having said that, Master Dingyi raised his sword and struck. Deng Jiuru knew that the martial arts of the master across from him was extraordinary. He could play with the current Yu Canghai in the restaurant, but he did not dare to show off to Master Dingyi. At this time

Seeing the opponent's sword stabbing him, Deng Jiuru pulled out the Buddha's Light Sword from behind and faced him with a flash of sword light.

At this time, on the cliff, the old witch looked at Su Baiyun with squinting eyes and snorted coldly. Su Baiyun, who had been praised repeatedly by Master Dingyi just now, was jumping on the rock with a downcast face: "Conscience of heaven and earth, I

I don’t even know the nuns from the Hengshan Sect, so Junior Sister Xia, you must not listen to her nonsense!”

The two old men were jumping up and down. Dongfang Bubai didn't even raise his eyelids and watched Deng Jiuru and Nun Dingyi's actions below attentively.

This is the first time Dongfang Bubai has seen Deng Jiuru fight seriously. Deng Jiuru's internal strength is not as good as Dingyi's, but his swordsmanship is much better than Hengshan's swordsmanship. If they really want to fight, Dingyi is really not Deng Jiuru's opponent.

However, Dongfang Bubai saw that Deng Jiuru wanted to save trouble and used his skill to rely on the indestructible sword in his hand. Dingyi should know how powerful this sword was. The sword in her hand did not dare to touch Deng Jiuru's sword, which made her even more restrained.

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Dongfang Bubai felt a little relieved when he saw this, but he knew in his heart that if he fought with someone like Dingyi, Deng Jiuru could take advantage. If he fought with someone like Shaolin monk who was good at internal martial arts, Deng Jiuru would

You will definitely suffer.

Su Baiyun looked at Dongfang Bubai from the side and just stared down without any distractions, nodding secretly in his heart. He didn't know what possessed his stupid disciple to fall in love with such a person, but now it seems that everyone has his own blessings.

As a master, he couldn't control it even if he wanted to, so he might as well let them be.

At this moment, the situation below was exactly as Dongfang Bubai had expected. Master Dingyi's temper was as hot as fire. She used to be very anxious to fight with others. Today's fight with such restraint made her feel depressed.

There was such a big fire, and it seemed even more irrational to hold my breath and fight. When the two swords accidentally touched, I heard a "crack", and half of the sword fell to the ground. Look again

Dingyi, only half of the sword in his hand is left.

Just like Yu Canghai did last time, Deng Jiuru was not stunned when Dingyi's sword was cut off. If the sword was stabbed, Dingyi would not be dead. However, Deng Jiuru and Dingyi had no grudges.

At this time, he didn't want to hurt her life. He drew back his sword and Deng Jiuru struck Dingyi's shoulder with his left palm.

However, this palm only used 50% of the force, but this internal force hit Dingyi, who was completely unable to react at this time, and also hit Master Dingyi back more than ten feet, making him unable to stand firmly and falling.

She fell to the ground. Although she didn't vomit blood, judging from her pale face, she also suffered internal injuries.

Master Dingxian, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, hurriedly brought a few disciples over to help Master Dingyi up. Master Dingyi took a deep breath, his face was really ugly, and he snorted coldly. At this time, there were still disciples

After picking up her broken sword, Master Dingyi didn't look at the broken sword. It was okay. After seeing the broken sword, her expression became even more grim. She threw away the hands of the disciples who were supporting her. Master Dingyi

He turned around and looked at Deng Jiuru.

"Boy, I'm not done with you! You defeated me today with a sword in your hand, what kind of skills do you have?"

Deng Jiuru shrugged his shoulders and ignored Master Ding Yi. He raised his face and looked at the martial arts sect opposite: "If anyone else wants to come over and spar with you, Master Deng, just come over."

The Master Dingyi was not seriously injured just now, but this time he was ignored. The Master was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood in a fit of rage. The Hengshan Sect was in chaos, and all the young people who were eager to try just now stopped.

, even Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect was no match for Deng Jiuru, and it was all for free if they went up.

Dingyi's defeat made the other four sword sects of the Wuyue Sword Sect look bad. Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, flashed a purple aura on his face and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

"The Five Sacred Sword Sects are of the same spirit, and Huashan Yue is neither a group nor a talented person. We must seek justice for the senior sister of Hengshan!"

Is this Yue Buqun? Deng Jiuru looked at this man for a moment and nodded secretly in his mind. No wonder he was called Jun Zijian. He looked like a scholar.

"In terms of internal strength, your Zixia Gong is not good enough. In terms of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of your predecessors from the Huashan Sect is quite superb. You..." Deng Jiuru shook his head, "Swordsmanship with you is bullying, but I'm right.

You are very curious about Huashan’s Zixia Gong, how about we compete with each other to determine the outcome?”

Being called the "Gentleman's Sword", one can easily imagine Yue Buqun's temper in front of people in the world. At this time, the Gentleman's Sword was also angered by Deng Jiuru's words. He was frightened and angry in his heart, and the purple energy on his face kept emerging.

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The Sword Sect incident was a scandal that the Huashan Sect tried hard to cover up. At this time, Deng Jiuru exposed it in front of all the heroes in the world. Although he didn't say much, he couldn't hide it from the prying eyes of interested people. As the head of the Huashan Sect, Yue Yue

Buqun hated Deng Jiuru deeply, and now wished he could break his heart with just one palm.

Deng Jiuru didn't care about what he said, but he had already channeled his inner strength to the extreme. Zixia Gong should not be underestimated. He really didn't dare to be careless. The two of them had their own luck. Yue Buqun's face was filled with purple energy, and with this palm slap

It seemed that the majestic purple energy was coming out of the palm.

There seemed to be no change on Deng Jiuru's side. Yue Buqun's palm came out. Deng Jiuru moved his arms forward and heard a "pop!" sound. The two people connected their palms, but Yue Buqun saw that

The purple energy on Qun's face seemed to have stagnated for a moment, and then Deng Jiuru exerted force on his arm.

"Get out!" Before he could finish his words, Yue Buqun was slapped by Deng Jiuru's palm for more than two feet. Although he did not fall, blood flowed from the corner of Yue Buqun's mouth.

Not to mention the other members of the Wuyue Sword Sect who exclaimed, Master Dingyi, who had just been dissatisfied and angry, said "ah" when she saw this, and her face changed instantly. In terms of internal strength, she was not as good as Yue Buqun. This shows that Deng Jiuru just treated her subordinates

She wanted to show mercy, but Master Dingyi hated the Demon Sect the most in her life, and now she was shown mercy by a member of the Demon Sect. This made her even more uncomfortable than being killed.

At this moment, when Mrs. Yue saw her husband's hand, she pulled out the sword and wanted to step forward. At this moment, the Shaolin monk came to Deng Jiuru, chanting the Buddha's name.

"Baby, I'm a poor monk, come and see me for a while. You are so powerful as the successor of the Buddha's Light Sword!"

Deng Jiuru took a step back and looked at the monk. He was not afraid of Yue Buqun's Zixia Kung Fu, but he was definitely lying if he said he was not afraid of the old monk's mastery of the Yi Jin Jing. Deng Jiuru felt his scalp was a little numb.

Dongfang Bubai could see and hear clearly on the cliff. At this time, he stood up from the rock, tiptoed his whole body forward, and floated down from the top of the mountain to the Baizhang Peak. The sound driven by the internal force could be heard directly for hundreds of miles nearby.

The earth could hear it clearly:
Chapter completed!