Ge Yu carried his hands on his back and walked slowly towards He Weidao. While walking, he said in a deep voice: "I'll ask you again, do you admit that He family used the Xuanmen technique to harm people's lives? If you admit it, I will give it a slight reluctance. 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 under the age of 20 actually bullied himself like this and said arrogantly, "Re-sent"? Who are you? Why do you re-sent to me?
I am a disciple of the Xuanmen Outer Sect. I have been practicing for decades, but I was bullied like this by such a stinky boy. How could I swallow this tone?
He glared at Ge Yu, his eyes as if he could spit out fire, and he climbed up from the ground again. The sword in his hand shook, and made a crisp sound. He pinched a magic trick and chanted: "Bi Diu Qi Yuanjun, the Great Saint of Tiangang, the Great Heavenly King of Li Xie, protect me innocence, open the three realms, and retreat to Beiyou Palace. Wu was ordered by heaven and earth to break through the Nine Youmen Gate. The True Lord came to me and opened the Fengdu Gate! Hurry up as the law command!"
With the rapid and fast spell sound of He Weidao, his body suddenly surged, and the Qi field continued to surge, and several breaths quickly drilled into his body from all directions.
This kind of magic should be a kind of Xuanmen God's striking technique, but it is much lower than Ge Yu's use.
Ge Yu has obtained the true teachings of Xuanmen and is the closed disciple of Zhenren Chenyuan. The method of practicing is naturally different from these outer disciples, and it must be much more advanced.
Seeing that He Weidao insisted on fighting with him, Ge Yu shook his head speechlessly and said, "I am stubborn, don't blame me for not talking about friendship between classmates."
As he said that, Ge Yu slapped his waist and took out the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword.
After injecting spiritual power, the seven-star sword of Xuanmen suddenly flashed with golden light, and instantly turned into a long sword more than one meter long. The seven small swords hanging below immediately collided with each other, making a "ding-ling-ling" sound.
He Weidao, who had just completed the Xuanmen God's Technique, was about to fight towards Yue with violent force when he suddenly saw Ge Yu pulling out the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword from his body.
He was so scared that his whole body shook, and the horror in his eyes was simply indescribable.
Oh my God, what did this kid take out... Xuanmen Seven Star Sword! This is the sacred weapon of Xuanmen. I don’t know how many generations of Xuanmen ancestors have passed on. What is the Tao of the people who are disciples of Xuanmen? How could they not recognize this sword? In the Xuanmen Ancestor Hall, many portraits of Xuanmen ancestors are holding this Xuanmen Seven Star Sword. This sword is passed down from generation to generation and can only be used by Xuanmen Masters.
How could this sword appear in the hands of the young man in front of him?
After seeing the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, He Weidao's full force was immediately removed, and several breaths flew out from his body one after another and drifted towards the surroundings.
At this time, He Weidao was like a deflated ball, widening his eyes, shocked, frightened, worried, fearful, and fearful... and other feelings all came to his heart.
So much so that he didn't know what to do when he stood there.
"Aren't you going to fight with me? Come here." Ge Yu looked at He Weidao indifferently.
At this time, both the Lei family and the He family looked at Ge Yu incredibly.
All those present were practitioners. Not to mention that Ge Yu was so powerful at such a young age, he saw that he suddenly took out such a long sword from his waist, and his golden light was everywhere, he knew that it must be an amazing magic weapon.
Especially the people from the He family recognized the sword in Ge Yu's hand, which was the Xuanmen holy weapon - the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword!
This is impossible to be wrong. Only a string of small swords will be hung under the Xuanmen Seven Star Sword, and there are still seven.
"You...who are you... The Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword in your hand..." He Weidao swallowed one after another and asked in disbelief.
"Yes, this is the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword." Ge Yu said calmly.
"This... how is it possible? How could the Xuanmen Seven Star Sword be in your hands..." He Weidao was still a little unacceptable. He would rather believe that the Xuanmen Seven Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand was fake.
Ge Yu sneered, shook his hand, and the seven small swords hanging under the Seven Star Sword of Xuanmen immediately broke away from the main sword and scattered, all floating around Ge Yu. The seven small swords flashed golden light, the runes flowed, and the Taoist aura slowly drifted away. Each one was about the size of the main sword, making a slight buzzing sound. When Ge Yu waved his hand, the seven small swords could be shot in the air and took what is the life of Tao.
At this moment, Ge Yu was like a god descending to earth, surrounded by seven small swords, and kept buzzing around Ge Yu.
No method can be compared with the current situation. This sword is the Xuanmen Holy Artifact - Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword.
In the world, few magic weapons can show such powerful strength.
A fake Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword cannot have such power.
He Weidao was frightened and his whole body was trembling, his legs were so scared that he was weak. He knelt on the ground with a "thump", kowtowed to Ge Yu repeatedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Daotong, a disciple of the Xuanmen Outer Sect, paid homage to the Xuanmen Holy Artifact Seven-Star Sword. I don't know what kind of seniority this fellow Taoist is, and what should he call it..."
"I'm a dragon flame." Ge Yu said lightly.
Although it is just four simple words, what is Tao, it is like being hit by lightning. How is this possible?! The young man in front of him is actually a generation of "Dragon". He is in his seventies, and he is the generation of "Dao" in Xuanmen. In other words, the young man in front of him also calls him uncle.
"Dragon...Dragon Flame...You are actually a 'Dragon' generation, so it's unlikely." He Weidao still couldn't accept it.
"Don't you 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 last Xuanmen leader Zhenren Chenyuan. I am the closed disciple he accepted after he was a hundred years old. My senior brother is the current Xuanmen leader Zhenren Longhua. This Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword was lent for me by my senior brother Long Yao." Ge Yu said again.
It turned out... it turned out that he was the closed disciple of Zhenren Chenyuan. Now he couldn't help but disbelieve it. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ge Yu repeatedly, saying respectfully: "Daotong, a disciple of the Xuanmen Outer Sect, is participating in Master Long Yan... He was offended just now, so please don't want to be a teacher..."
Chapter completed!