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On the sword mountain, Liu Fuyun looked at the other party's strange eyes with a faint light.

I just feel that there is not the slightest human emotion in it, but a feeling of cruelty and hunger.

It's like a monster that has been starved for a long time, and he has turned into a piece of fat fresh meat.

This feeling is chilling.

Facing those miserable green eyes, Liu Fuyun slowly stood up straight, moved a little, and said lightly.

"What are you looking at?!"

However, the other party did not respond to such a vigorous question.

Still staring at Liu Fuyun, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, as if he was swallowing saliva.

Liu Fuyun was a little speechless, seeing the monster in front of him, he was actually hungry.

After a while, the middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back anymore, he staggered towards Liu Fuyun, with a hoarse voice coming out of his throat.

"Eating meat, hungry..."

Liu Fuyun: (╯﹏╰).

Nausea, want to vomit.

The blue veins on the man's body protruded strangely, combined with his blue face and dark green eyes, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

But it made such a sound... The style of painting is weird and off-track.

"Eating meat..."

Liu Fuyun couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily.

"Whatever monster you are, die!"

Liu Fuyun took a step forward, roared out with a punch, and hit the middle-aged man's chest heavily.

boom!
This punch was so powerful that the opponent's feet left the ground and flew backwards.

He slammed into a treasured sword behind him fiercely, and at the same time as there was a loud "boom", the whole person bounced back and fell to his knees.

However, he quickly struggled to get up, and quickly crawled towards himself with his hands and feet.

Liu Fuyun frowned, the Zangfeng scabbard hummed, and Jin Han's epee flew out whistling.

Holding the sword in both hands, he slammed forward suddenly.

"Bah!"

The man couldn't see his cultivation, but he was obviously not an ordinary person.

Liu Fuyun's epee strike was powerful, and once again blasted the opponent away.

Like a monster who knows no pain, the middle-aged man slowly got up from the broken board!
His body was bent, and saliva slowly dripped from his open mouth.

The unconscious miserable green eyes were faint, still staring closely at Liu Fuyun's body, and a scary syllable floated from his throat.

"Eat meat...hungry..."

That appearance, it seems that the heavy blow just suffered has not caused the slightest impact at all.

"It's annoying."

Liu Fuyun cursed, and strode forward.

At the same time, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick white teeth, and bit towards Liu Fuyun like a zombie!

However, facing this scene that was enough to scare ordinary people crazy, Liu Fuyun had a silent grin on his face.

Holding the sword with one hand, stepping forward, twisting the waist, and rounding the right hand is a big mouth!

Snapped!
The man's thin body turned four or five times on the spot, and fell to the ground again, splashing dust on the ground.

"Meat, eat meat..."

The man was like a painless corpse, a monster, and put his arms on the ground again, trying to stand up.

tread!
But this time, before he got up again, Liu Fuyun's figure appeared beside him like a ghost, one foot stomped on his back with great force.

Under the heavy pressure, the middle-aged man fell on the ground weakly, and blood spewed out of his mouth!

That's right, bright red blood.

This shows that the guy in front of him is a real person.

This aroused his curiosity even more.

In the darkness, Liu Fuyun's eyes were filled with indescribable ferocity, he raised his epee again, and slammed it down like rain.

"Trash, you want to scare me too?"

Bang!
"Resist beating, right?"

Snapped!
"Why don't you talk about eating meat? Talk?"

Bang bang bang!
"Trash, look straight at me!"

The middle-aged man vomited violently, and soon lay on the ground, motionless and without a sound.

Liu Fuyun frowned slightly, then stopped, feeling a little surprised.

"Dead?! What is the meaning of this guy's existence?"

Just as he was frowning and thinking, the man in front of him suddenly stood up again.

Unlike normal people getting up, he just stood up straight like that.

Holding the sword in both hands, Liu Fuyun took three steps back slightly, because he felt the unparalleled momentum of the sword in the opponent's body.

At this moment, he realized that he seemed to have overlooked something just now.

The first time I saw him, the middle-aged man was holding a rusty iron sword.

Although he became crazy the second time, and his ability to resist blows was extremely strong, the sword was gone.

Under his gaze, the man suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth wide.

Little by little, the rusty sword rose up from its throat.

There were bloodstains and fragments of viscera on it, which was very strange.

However, it seems that the rusty sword's rising speed is too slow.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his right hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and without hesitation, stabbed and pulled it out.

The blade slashed across the air, and the rust on the sword, soaked in blood, seemed to be beginning to loosen.

The man flicked it vigorously, and countless rust stains spread far away.

In the next second, a golden sword appeared in the opponent's hand.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, Liu Fuyun couldn't open his eyes under its light, and subconsciously blocked it with his hands.

At the same time, only a roar was heard, resounding through the sword mound.

"The sword mound is opened, the sword pond is revealed, all sword slaves, come out!!"

The sound was like a gust of wind passing through, whistling down from the entire Sword Mountain, and swept away towards the outside of the Sword Tomb.

At this time, all the people who were climbing the stone ladder of worshiping Jianshan heard this huge roar.

Those low-level disciples were suddenly startled.

"What is this? What a terrifying cry!"

"It seems that even if you climb the stone ladder, you may not be able to get the sword."

The horrific shouting made them suddenly lose confidence, and they couldn't help but lose hope and feel dejected.

Immediately, many disciples chose to give up, quit and continue to climb the sword worship platform.

The whistling sound also affected the few people who were caught in the phantom at the top.

Tang Heng's body shook, and his right hand shook slightly a few times, as if he wanted to wake up.

The rest of Ding Zhi, Yu Chenghu, and Amo Kun also seemed to be aware of it, and their bodies twisted.

As for Taoist Qinglu, at the same time as the roar sounded, his eyelids twitched violently, and then slowly opened.

The sika deer sat down and let out a friendly low cry, and Taoist Qinglu patted the other's head lovingly.

One man and one beast came to the high platform.

Qinglu looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

"It seems that he has already arrived at the sword pool. The sword slave guarding the sword pool has awakened. I have to hurry up."

After finishing the words, he stepped off the sika deer, seemed to understand it, stepped forward with four hooves, and walked towards the bamboo forest path.

The whole process is still not slow or fast, with an elegant rhythm...