Chapter 164 Identity Leakage

Holding the brick in his hand, Zhuge Bumiao is almost fearless of everything. The young master of the Dugu family, a master of the eight or nine floors of the Jindan period, has mastered the profound meaning of the Dugu family's nine swords. But under Zhuge Fuliang's men, he was beaten and fled in embarrassment.

The disciples of the major factions around Feixian Lake were shocked one after another. Even the saints of Tianchi, Jian Piaohong, Cao Gou and other chiefs of the major factions felt a burst of strangeness. A practitioners in the spiral period beat a master of the Jindan period and howled awkwardly.

But at this moment, the mutabulence suddenly emerged, and Zhuge Fuliang felt the muscles of his face for a while. The effect of the face-changing elixir was about to disappear, and Zhuge Fuliang was about to recover his true face.

"Bum!"

Dugu Yifei was slapped out by Zhuge Fuliang's bricks. He was beaten like no one, bathed in blood all over his body and puffed out.

"Ah!" Dugu flew to Yang Tian and let out a sad roar.

"Call a hair!" Zhuge Buliang frowned, and Guwu Aoyi punched Dugu into the lake with one punch. At this moment, he is not afraid of offending the Dugu family. At worst, he will run away with a blow. Anyway, at the Xiandao Conference, there are people in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, and the Dugu family is also embarrassed to take action. At worst, take a makeover and leave.

"Second brother!" The girl from the Dugu family exclaimed and ordered several people to go into the water to salvage Dugu.

The girl looked at Zhuge Fuliang and said, "You are so presumptuous that you dare to do this to our lonely family."

Zhuge Buleung sneered and said, "Little sister, you are going crazy. It's your second brother who took the initiative to challenge me. This fairy conference is fair and just. Do you think that you are from the Dugu family, do I have to show mercy? Are the people of the Dugu family so unbearable?

"You... How dare you belittle my lonely family!" The girl from the Dugu family shouted.

"Young people can't say too much!" A middle-aged man from the Dugu family came out and said coldly.

Zhugebuliang shrugged his shoulders casually and didn't bother to pay attention to these people. The world is so big that there are people everywhere.

"Scold!"

A sword light crossed and directly hit Zhuge Fuliang, as fast as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, he had been forced to get close to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge's pupils shrank, punched, and smashed the sword light.

"It's the chief of Shuntian League!"

"He is also going to take action. This is the chief disciple. It must be another battle between dragons and tigers."

The surrounding practitioners discussed.

Cao Gou, the chief of Shuntian League, jumped onto Feixian Lake and shouted coldly, "Kid, do you still remember me?"

"Who am I? What? Don't you want the other arm?" Zhuge Buliang sneered.

"Today, I will never die with you! In revenge for the broken arm that year!" Cao Gou's voice was cold. He hadn't seen him for several years. Cao Gou's cultivation had been forced to reach the peak of the Jindan period, and he was about to break the Jindan period and become a Yuanying. It's just that this step is not easy to take. Some people even have a poor life and can only stay in the Jindan period and can't take that key step.

"Scold!"

The sword is bright, and Cao Gou sacrificed a divine sword, which is dazzling and colorful. Then a long purple knife flew up and floated above Cao Gou's head.

"Purple electricity! That's Cao Gou's famous magic weapon!"

Some practitioners recognized the long purple electric knife in Cao Gou's hand, and their eyes were burning.

And the divine sword is obviously of about the same grade as the purple electric long knife. One knife and one sword are enlarged in the air, turning into ten feet long, and cutting towards Zhuge Fuliang.

A knife and a sword cross each other, like a pair of scissors that cut through the void, hanging away.

"Dang!"

Zhuge Buli stood like a rock, and shot a brick with this knife and a sword. The knife and sword just stopped slightly, while Zhuge Buliang staggered back a few steps.

"Well, take the dog's life today!" Cao Gou's face was cold, and he cut off again with a knife and a sword.

Zhuge Buliang urged the ancient Wu Aoyi and shot a brick again. This time, the bricks that implied the power of ancient Wu Aoyi were infinite, and it actually flew out with a sword.

Cao Gou's face was gloomy and he was constantly changing the formula. The knife and sword swept more than half of the sky like two angry dragons, constantly bombarding Zhuge.

Zhuge Buliang's left hand bombarded with bricks, and his right hand kept stamping, playing the ancient martial arts.

The whole Feixian Lake boiled over for a while, and the glory was dazzling. The knife and sword turned into the size of a mountain, split vertically and horizontally, and twisted the big waves. And Zhuge Buteng stood on the tip of the storm. His body was not directly proportional to that knife and sword, but every time he hit, he could shake the sky.

At this time, the muscles of Zhuge's face are more twisted and more, and the face-changing Dan is about to fail.

Zhuge Buzuo took a deep breath. Since he couldn't hide it, he was lucky to let go of his hands and feet and fight with all his strength.

Zhuge Buliang stepped up against the air, like stepping in the void, and the practitioners around Feixian Lake were immediately surprised.

"This... The cultivation of the spiral period has actually reached the realm of imperial air!"

"It's impossible, maybe it's some kind of unique learning!"

In the crowd, only the disciples of the Yaohai School showed a strange color. Yin Mengli and Li Kewei's expression changed. This kind of footwork was simply too familiar to them. Especially Si Qinyu, this is the unique skill of the Siqin family at the beginning.

"Hum!"

The void trembled, and Zhuge's big palm poked out, smashing a sky. The big hand like white jade fell down and forcibly separated the knife and sword.

"Boom!"

The white Zhenyuan power riot wrapped around Zhuge Fuliang's body like a hot flame. Zhuge Buliang stepped on the mysterious footwork, like a fairy god. He didn't step out, and ripples would spread in the void.

"Split the empty handprint!" Yin Mengli exclaimed, and her body trembled violently. No one is more familiar with who can master this stunt than her.

"Is this person..." Li Kewei also showed a strange look.

"No... Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Jin Yao's eyes were red, and he felt his heart rise violently.

No makeup looked at Jin Yao and said, "How could this happen? At the beginning, he was not already..."

Not far away, among a group of elders who participated in the seminar, Elder Biluo also frowned and his eyes flashed with strange colors.

"Boom!"

The big palm fell, and this cracked empty handprint was stimulated by the ancient martial arts, and its power was many times higher than before. The big milky white palm fell, crushing a void.

"Cry!"

Cao Gou's fists bombarded the sky, and the knife and sword crossed out, breaking the milky white palms. But he spewed out a mouthful of blood and staggered back.

Zhuge Buliang was shrouded in a white flame, stepped in the void, and his left hand weighed the bricks and approached.

"The white true power, is it that he is an attributeless spiritual root!"

"It's incredible that this kind of waste spiritual root can be cultivated!"

The saints of Tianchi, Jian Piaohong and other heads of various factions were shocked.

Even some old people in the distance showed surprise.

Cao Gou's face was ferocious, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth. In the face of a monk in the spiral period, he actually felt a burst of panic and uneasiness.

"The door of life and death - open!"

With a long roar, Cao Gou's body was full of fairy light, and his momentum climbed to a peak again, with a faint momentum of stepping into the Yuanying period.

Zhuge Bright frowned, and he also felt a great increase in pressure, which was the strongest opponent he had ever faced.

"You... Must die!" A fairy suddenly appeared in Cao Gou's eyes. The knife and sword were held in his hand and chopped at Zhuge Fuliang, directly tearing a gap in the space.

"Puff!"

In the white flame around Zhuge Buteng, there was a black flame steaming up, which was an extremely strange scene. Zhuge Fuliang's arms vibrate, and the black flame spread all over his body. In an in an air, Zhuge Fuliang turned into a black crow and soared into the air.

The wings shook, and there was a burst of void. The crow's wings actually shook the sky, shaking Cao Gou and retreated.

' In the distance, on a high tower, the two old men of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance changed their colors, and one of them was surprised and said, "The ancient martial arts! This kind of mystery still exists in the world!"

"No wonder this monk in the whirlwind period can compete with the master of the golden elixir period. It turns out that he has mastered this kind of anti-sky skill!" The other old man's face also became solemn.

"This is by no means a good thing!"

.......

The crow is an unlucky object, a symbol of evil, and represents a vision.

The black crow rose up in the sky. Every time the wings shake, the void will tremble. Cao Gou's attack is like a mud cow into the sea.

"Cangling!"

Swords and swords interspered, and two long rainbows ran through the sky and the earth, shooting at the black crow.

"Puff!"

Jian Mang brought a blood flower and stabbed the black crow. The black flame dissipated, and Zhuge showed his figure. His left shoulder was penetrated by a horrible blood mouth, and the blood trickled out.

"Huh? Why has this man's appearance changed!? Someone was surprised.

At this moment, the effect of Zhuge Bulding's face-changing elixir has all faded, and it has changed back to its original appearance. It is a slightly thin face, with ink flying, and a pair of eyes are as deep as a dead abyss.

"It's him!" Yin Mengli only felt a twitch in her heart.

"This... How could this happen? At the beginning, I had already..." Jin Yao was even more like being struck by lightning.

He stood behind him without makeup, squeezed his red lips and couldn't speak.

Everyone was full of doubts. In the crowd, a group of people of Xianmyozong were also dumbfounded. Linglong was helped by a female disciple. Looking at Zhuge Buliang on Feixian Lake, she said, "I didn't expect it to be him. He didn't die..."

"Puff!"

Zhuge Butang spewed out a mouthful of blood, but his body was still held high, standing like an ancient pine in Mount Tai.

Cao Gou snorted coldly, with a trace of ferociousness in the corners of his mouth. He killed it again with a knife and a sword. The sword light and the knife rainbow tore the air, stirring clouds in all directions, and the bright fairy light shrouded Zhuge, dazzling.