Ge Yu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards He Weidao. As he walked, he said in a deep voice: "Let me ask you again, do you admit that the He family uses Maoshan magic to kill people? If you admit it, I will

Take it lightly, if you don’t admit it, I will definitely make you look good!”

He Weidao looked at Ge Yu in front of him, and his heart was full of dissatisfaction. Why, a boy who was less than twenty years old, humiliated him like this, and even talked about "re-reforming", you...

Who is it, why should I be punished again?

I am a disciple of the outer sect of Maoshan. I have been practicing for decades, but I was bullied into this by such a young boy. How can I swallow this tone of voice?

He glared at Ge Yu angrily, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, he got up from the ground again, the long sword in his hand shook, and made a crisp sound, he pinched a spell to himself, and recited in his mouth: "Big Dipper Seven Elements"

Lord, the Great Holy God of Tiangang, the Great Heavenly King of Lixie, protect me innocently, clear the way to the three realms, and evacuate Beiyou Palace accordingly. Wu Fengtian and Earth issued the edict and broke through the Nine Nether Gates. The True Lord came up to me and broke open the Fengdu Gate! Urgent!

Just like the law!"

Following He Weidao's fast and fast spells, he saw his figure suddenly skyrocketed, the Qi field continued to surge, and several more breaths quickly penetrated into his body from all directions.

This kind of technique should be one of Maoshan's divine fighting techniques, but it is much lower level than the one performed by Ge Yu.

Ge Yu had obtained the Maoshan True Tradition, and was a close disciple of Master Chenyuan. The method of practice was naturally different from that of these outer disciples, and it must be much more advanced.

Seeing that He Weidao was determined to fight to the death with him, Ge Yu shook his head speechlessly and said: "If you are stubborn, don't blame me for not respecting the friendship between the same disciples."

Saying that, Ge Yu patted his waist and took out the Maoshan Seven Star Sword.

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

"Bell" sound.

He Weidao, who had just completed the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique, was about to attack Yue with violent force when he suddenly saw Ge Yu pull out the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword from his body.

Suddenly his whole body trembled with fright, and the horror in his eyes was simply indescribable.

Oh my god, what did this kid bring out... the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword! This is the sacred weapon of Maoshan. I don’t know how many generations of Maoshan’s ancestors have passed down the Maoshan treasure. What is the Tao of a disciple of Maoshan? How could he not recognize this?

In the Maoshan Patriarch Hall, many of the portraits of the Maoshan Patriarchs are holding the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword. This sword is a Maoshan sacred weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation and can only be used by the Maoshan Patriarch.

How could this... this sword appear in the hands of the young man in front of me?

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

At this time, He Weidao was like a deflated rubber ball, his eyes widened, shock, horror, worry, fear, fear...all kinds of emotions came to mind.

So much so that he stood there not knowing what to do.

"Aren't you going to fight me to the death? Come here." Ge Yu looked at He Weidao calmly.

At this time, everyone from the Lei family to the He family looked at Ge Yu in disbelief.

The people present were all cultivators, not to mention that Ge Yu was so powerful at such a young age. When he saw him suddenly take out such a long sword from his waist, with golden light overflowing, he knew it must be the same.

An incredible magic weapon.

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

You can’t go wrong with this. Only the Maoshan Seven Star Sword will have a string of small swords hanging under it, and there are still seven of them.

"You...who are you...what you are holding is the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword..." He Weidao swallowed his saliva and asked in disbelief.

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

"How... is this possible? How could the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword be in your hand..." He Weidao still couldn't accept it. He would rather believe that the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand was fake.

Ge Yu sneered, and with a shake of his hand, the seven small swords hanging under the Maoshan Seven Star Sword suddenly separated from the main sword, scattered, and all flew around Ge Yu. The seven small swords shone with golden light.

, the runes circulated, and the Taoist aura of awe slowly spread out. Each one was about the same size as the main sword, and made a slight buzzing sound. As long as Ge Yu waved his hand, the seven small swords could instantly shoot out.

Come and take the life of the Tao.

At this moment, Ge Yu was like a god descending to earth, surrounded by seven small swords, buzzing around Ge Yu.

There is no way to explain than the current situation that this sword is Maoshan's sacred weapon - Maoshan Seven-Star Sword.

There are very few magic weapons in the world that can show such powerful strength.

A fake Maoshan Seven Star Sword cannot have such power.

He Weidao was frightened, his whole body was shaking, and his legs were weak from fear. He knelt down on the ground with a bang, kowtowed to Ge Yu repeatedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Daotong, an outer disciple of Maoshan, pays homage to the Holy Artifact of Maoshan."

Seven Star Sword, I don’t know what seniority this fellow Taoist is, how to call him..."

"Pindao Longyan." Ge Yu said calmly.

Although it is just four simple words, what is Tao is like being struck by lightning. Damn, how is this possible?! The young man in front of me turns out to be the "dragon" generation. He is over seventy years old, and he is Maoshan's Tao.

'Seniority' means that the young man in front of me needs to be called uncle.

"Long...Long Yan...you are actually of the "dragon" generation. This is...impossible." He Weidao still couldn't accept it.

"You don't believe it?" Ge Yu asked lightly.

"It's not that I don't believe it...it's that I can't believe it..." He Weidao said in a trembling voice.

"My master is the previous headmaster of Maoshan, Chenyuan Zhenren. I am his disciple who he accepted after he turned a hundred years old. My senior brother is the current headmaster of Maoshan, Zhenren Longhua. This Maoshan Seven-Star Sword is borrowed from my senior brother Long Yao.

Give it to me." Ge Yu said again.

It turned out...it turned out to be a close disciple of Master Chenyuan. Now he couldn't help but couldn't believe it. He knelt down directly on the ground, kowtowed to Ge Yu repeatedly, and said respectfully: "Maoshan outer disciple Daotong, joined Master Longyan...

...I was so offended just now, please ask Uncle Haihan..."
Chapter completed!