Maoshan Ghost King

With his hands on his back, Ge Yu walked slowly towards He Weidao. As he walked, he said in a deep voice, "I will ask you again, do you admit that you use Maoshan Technique to kill people? If you admit it, I will. If you don’t admit it, I will definitely make you look good!"

He Wei Dao looked at Ge Yu in front of him, and his heart was full of dissatisfaction. Why, a boy who is under twenty years old, he insulted himself in such a way and said "re-sent again" without shame? Who is it, why do you send me again?

Laozi is a disciple of Maoshan's outer sect. He has practiced for decades, but was bullied by such a nasty kid like this. How could he swallow this breath?

He glared at Ge Yu, his eyes seemed to be able to burst out fire, and he climbed up from the ground again, the long sword in his hand flicked, and there was a crisp scream, he pinched a magic formula, and chanted: "Big Dipper Seven Yuan Jun, the great sage of Tiangang, the great heavenly king from evil, innocent protects my body, illuminates the Three Realms Road, and retreats to the Beiyou Palace, Wu Fengtian, stepping through the Jiuyoumen, the real monarch is on my body, breaking open the Fengdu Gate! Like a law!"

Following He Weidao's swift and quick curse, but seeing his figure suddenly soared, the Qichang surging constantly, from all directions, several breaths quickly drilled into his body.

This kind of magic technique should be a kind of Maoshan God Fighting Technique, but it is much lower than Ge Yu's cast.

Ge Yu got the true biography of Maoshan, and he was a close disciple of Chenyuan Zhenren. The practice is naturally different from these outer disciples. It must be much more advanced.

Seeing He Weidao insisting on fighting with him, Ge Yu shook his head speechlessly, and said: "You are stubborn, don't blame me for not talking about fellowship."

With that said, Ge Yu slapped his waist and took out the Maoshan Seven Star Sword.

After injecting spiritual power, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword suddenly flashed golden light, and instantly turned into a long sword more than one meter long. The seven small swords hanging below suddenly collided with each other and issued a "jingle bell". The ringing of the bell.

He Weidao, who had just completed the Maoshan God Fighting Technique, was about to carry the violent force towards Yue Yue when he suddenly saw Ge Yu withdraw the Maoshan Seven Star Sword from his body.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled in shock, and the horror in his eyes was beyond words.

God, what this kid brought out... Maoshan Seven Star Sword! This is the sacred tool of Maoshan. I don’t know how many generations of Maoshan Patriarch’s treasures of Maoshan have been passed down. What is the Tao for people who are disciples of Maoshan, how could they not know this sword. In the Hall of the Patriarch of Maoshan, there are many portraits of Maoshan Patriarchs. But they are all holding this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, this sword is handed down from generation to generation, and only Maoshan Sacred Artifact can be used.

This... how could this sword appear in the hands of this young man before him?

After seeing the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, He Weidao immediately relieved all the strength of his body, and several breaths flew out of him one after another, drifting towards the surroundings.

He Weidao at this moment was like a discouraged ball, his eyes widened, shock, horror, worry, fear, fear...all feelings came to mind.

So that he stood there without knowing what to do.

"Don't you want to fight me hard? Come here." Ge Yu looked at He Weidao indifferently.

But at this time, both the Lei family and the He family looked at Ge Yu incredible.

All those present were cultivators, not to mention that Ge Yu was so powerful at his young age. Seeing him suddenly took out such a long sword from his waist, the golden glow was overflowing, I knew it must be one. Must not be a magic weapon.

Especially the people of the He family recognized the sword in Ge Yu's hand. It was the Maoshan Sacred Artifact-the Maoshan Seven Star Sword!

This can't be wrong, only a string of small swords will hang under the Maoshan Seven Star Sword, and there are still seven.

"You...Who are you... What you are holding is the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword..." He Wei Dao swallowed one after another, asking in disbelief.

"Yes, this is the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword." Ge Yu said calmly.

"This...how is it possible, how could the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword be in your hands..." He Weidao was still somewhat unacceptable, he would rather believe that the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand was fake.

Ge Yu sneered and shook his hands. The seven small swords hanging under the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword suddenly broke away from the main sword, scattered, all flying around Ge Yu, and the seven small swords shone with golden light. , The runes flowed, and the Taoist aura slowly dispersed, each of which was about the size of the main sword, making a slight buzzing sound, but when Ge Yu waved his hand, the seven small swords could be shot with electricity. Come, take the life of what is Tao.

At this moment, Ge Yu was like a **** descending from the earth, surrounded by seven small swords, buzzing freely beside Ge Yu.

There is no way to explain that this sword is the sacred weapon of Maoshan-the seven-star sword of Maoshan.

In the world, few magical artifacts can show such a powerful strength.

A fake Maoshan Seven-Star Sword could not have such power.

What is Dao's horror, trembling all over, and the frightened legs were soft, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof", knocked his head repeatedly with Ge Yu, and said with a trembling: "Maoshan Outer Sect disciple Dao Tong, pay homage to the Maoshan Holy Artifact Seven Stars Sword, I don’t know what level this Daoist is, how should I call it..."

"Poor Dao Longyan." Ge Yu said lightly.

Although it is just a few simple words, what is Tao is like being struck by lightning, Nima, how is this possible? ! The young man in front of him turned out to be of the "dragon" generation. He is in his seventies, and he is Maoshan's "dao" generation. In other words, the young man in front of him should call him an uncle.

"Long...Long Yan...You turned out to be a ‘dragon’. It’s... unlikely." He Weidao still couldn’t accept it.

"Don't you believe it?" Ge Yu asked lightly.

"It's not that you don't believe it... It's that you can't believe it..." He Dao trembled.

"My master is the former head teacher of Maoshan Chenyuan. I am the closed disciple of his old man after he was 100 years old. My brother is the head teacher of Maoshan today, Longhua. This Maoshan seven-star sword was borrowed by my brother Long Yao. Give it to me." Ge Yu said again.

Turns out... it turned out to be the closed disciple of Chenyuan Zhenren. This time I couldn't help but no longer believe in Dao. He knelt directly on the ground, slammed his head at Ge Yu, and said respectfully: "The outer disciple of Maoshan Dao Tong, participate in Master Long Yan... …I have offended a lot just now, so I invite Master Shu Haihan..."

At this time, the people of the He family were all dumbfounded. Seeing the old man knelt down, they all knelt down and kowtow towards Ge Yu.