I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Upon hearing this, all the monks turned around and stared at Xiao Wuyou in confusion.

But before Xiao Wuyou could speak, Tian Mo went on to explain: "Because you knew I would take action, so you used yourself as bait to lure me out!"

"What? Senior Brother... No, Xiao Wuyou, why do you want to take such a risk?!" Ouyang Jing stared at Xiao Wuyou, feeling heartbroken.

It would be fine if he was just the last one.

Xiao Wuyou, knowing full well that he is in danger, is still willing to use himself as bait. This cannot be described as bravery.

But Liu Feiyan suddenly came to her senses: "Then why didn't you tell us?!"

Xiao Wuyou's mouth twitched.

Because I don’t know either!

Xiao Wuyou is still a little confused.

According to the prophecy, the devil will finally launch a sneak attack on the young master.

In fact, he never thought that the other party was coming for him!

However, before Xiao Wuyou could explain, Su Lanyu burst into tears, but smiled happily with tears in her eyes: "Brother Wuyou, I believe we will come to save him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Liu Feiyan and Tushan Momo, but all the cultivators present, young and old, men, women, and children, all had tears in their eyes.

It was obvious that some of them had never met Xiao Wuyou, some spoke rudely to him, and some even advocated avoiding fighting. However, Xiao Wuyou was willing to believe that they would come back to save him and completely put his life in their hands!

What a broad mind, what a respectable awareness!

However, when Xiao Wuyou saw everyone looking at him with emotion, he felt his scalp tingling.

Don't believe everything the other side says!

"Xiao Wuyou, am I wrong?" the demon asked boastfully.

"......Not bad." Xiao Wuyou was tired and didn't want to explain anymore.

"However, since you have seen through my attempt to lure the snake out of its hole, why did you take action now?" Xiao Wuyou didn't really understand Tianmo's train of thought.

"Heh, here you go again, trying to mislead me by pretending to be a pig and then eating the tiger?!" Tianmo shook his head repeatedly, as if he knew Xiao Wuyou better than he did.

"Because I have no choice. If I don't take action now, when you return to Yingyue Pavilion, there will be more variables in the chaos of battle! So I took advantage of you, but unexpectedly, you were already prepared..." When Tianmo said this, he looked deeply at the three girls.

In the eyes of the devil, the three girls were each accompanied by the phantoms of the divine phoenix, the blue dragon, and the demon fox, and were surrounded by three colors of luck, while the other cultivators were gray, and only a few contemporary geniuses had some color.

But this is very wrong.

The three girls grew up much faster than he expected.

It seems that the reason why I was exposed is closely related to these three girls.

"However, your plan can only go so far!"

It was a bit regrettable that he failed to assassinate Xiao Wuyou directly, but it was also within Tianmo's expectations.

As long as the Sword Immortal is not here and as long as those great gods do not interfere, he will not lose!

The devil immediately made a discovery, and beneath the ground, a strong Taoist rhythm flowed, and a Yin-Yang Bagua formation was actually spread out!

Then, yin and yang rotate.

Before the monks could react, they were pushed out by a powerful force and fell outside one after another.

Only Xiao Wuyou, who was about to break out of the Bagua Formation by performing the Tanxu Youlong Step, was swallowed up by an invisible Taoist aura. When he came to his senses, he had returned to the center of the formation.

The demon slowly landed on the formation, and then said proudly: "Son of Luck or human wave tactics, no matter what you do in advance,

There is no point in making any preparations! "

When Xiao Wuyou heard this, he wanted to laugh: "This formation must be at least of Heaven Grade. It won't be able to consume you, right?"

Tian Mo was slightly startled, but pretended to be casual: "It doesn't matter, it's worth it to be able to break your plan."

Brother, I don't have any plan at all. Let's not talk about the righteous brothers first. Please help me send Yan'er and the others out of the battlefield. I can't thank you enough!

Xiao Wuyou was trying hard to control his facial muscles, but Tianmo could no longer hold back.

The demon suddenly swung out a black and gold crescent-shaped sword, and then swung it with a strong sword intent, slashing towards Xiao Wuyou.

For a moment, the shadows under the demon's feet seemed to turn into thousands of blades, attacking from all directions.

"It's ok that he can use the Heavenly Rank Formation, but he can also use the Sword Intention?!"

"Black gold... That's Shadow Moon! It's one of the top ten magic weapons on the Sword Rankings!"

The power of the demon was far beyond their expectations, and the group hurriedly used their skills to try to break the formation, but their attacks were all trapped in the rhythm of Taoism and could not cause any ripples.

They could only watch anxiously as Xiao Wuyou faced the enemy alone.

However, Xiao Wuyou was not afraid at all. While sheathing his sword, he pulled out another sharp blade.

The thunder dragon roars and the storm is coming.

A pale blue lightning flashed, and a sword slashed out.

In an instant, black shadows and lightning intertwined, and Xiao Wuyou and Tianmo exchanged positions.

Chapter 69: Moon White Blade

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Xiao Wuyou's Taoist robe was torn in half, and Tianmo's sword was also cut off by a sword.

But before the monks had time to be happy, they immediately became nervous again.

The black-robed demon waved his arms and summoned thousands of talismans. The sea of ​​talismans gathered together and transformed into seven huge kites with strange Taoist rhymes!

"Seven-colored Kite? This heavenly Taoist technique should have been lost along with its owner long ago!" Zhang Caiwei was greatly shocked.

If it weren't for the profound foundation of Red Maple Valley and its knowledgeable chief, the people present would not even recognize the name of this magic and would only feel it was mysterious.

First there was the heavenly formation that was powerful enough to stop any cultivator on the field, then there was the crescent-shaped sword that was powerful enough to block the divine sword, and then there was the powerful Taoist method that should have been lost!

The demon's successive attacks made the monks present anxious.

Even Xiao Wuyou is not invincible.

Rumor has it that Xiao Wuyou has four magic swords that have successively recognized their masters, but the magic swords also rely on spiritual power to drive. Even if Xiao Wuyou's magic swords are enough to match the means of the devil, can Xiao Wuyou's spiritual power really hold up?

On the other side, the demon's eyes also became cold.

"You have already thrown two swords."

"Three swords... No, including the Demon Saint, you can only use four swords at most!"

"After four sword strikes, I will take your life!" The demon's voice was filled with unparalleled determination and confidence, as if Xiao Wuyou's fate was already determined.

When Xiao Wuyou heard the first half of the other party's words mentioning the number of four swords and Ye Qingmeng, his heart skipped a beat.

This guy knows the relationship between luck and the sword? !

But then he heard the other party say that he could only use four swords, and he couldn't help feeling a little weird.

That's right, but not entirely.

There is still a drop of the young master's luck left in Xiao Wuyou's body. As long as he wants, he can transform it into the luck of his forty brothers and others at any time.

However, the battle with the Crimson Demon Lord did not completely consume the dark purple luck, and the Netherworld Sword can now barely strike out two swords.

According to the maximum number, Xiao Wuyou can make a total of nine swords. Even if the less than ten drops of luck from the Netherworld Sword are removed, there are still eight swords.

"Don't worry, the remaining two swords are more than enough to deal with you." Xiao Wuyou pointed his sword at the demon and smiled faintly.

Tianmo's eyes darkened and he fell into thought for a moment.

Why is the other party so calm?

Tianmo had a bad feeling, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Maybe he has other means besides the sword? Ridiculous.

How could the demon tell Xiao Wuyou that he would never be hurt except for attacks blessed by luck? No matter what kind of skills and magic weapons Xiao Wuyou prepared, it was all in vain!

"You're at the end of your rope, stop pretending!"

The devil shouted loudly, and seven kites, wrapped in red flames, purple lightning, green wind, blue ice, green water, orange soil, and green poisonous mist, flapped their wings and attacked Xiao Wuyou from all directions.

The trump cards used just now were all to consume Xiao Wuyou's magic sword, but this seven-colored kite is a killer move!

This method was originally created by a peerless genius from the Red Maple Valley, and was tainted with the luck of all the previous clan leaders of the Red Maple Valley. Now the demon used his own Dao rhyme to bless it, which was enough to deal with Xiao Wuyou's protective luck.

Of course, with the fourth level of luck, it is still too difficult to break through it in one go.

So the demon held in his hand a golden talisman of Buddhism and Taoism that was given by the founder of the Vajra Sect, and secretly gathered strength to use it to deliver the final blow.

Once the protective luck is broken, he will have plenty of ways to deal with Xiao Wuyou!

Unexpectedly, when the seven-colored kite appeared, Xiao Wuyou raised his sword and collided with it, and the world was wailing in the seven-colored spiritual power and turned into ashes.

The monks around were all exclaiming and lamenting!

This scene should have been very pleasing to everyone, but at this moment it made the demon's hair stand on end and he flew backwards as fast as he could.

Because he knew that Xiao Wuyou had the most powerful sword in the world of immortal cultivation, which could be said to be the most powerful magic weapon of illusion in the world of immortal cultivation!

The demon hurriedly put away the golden Buddhist talisman, made a magic gesture with his hands, his eyes became clear in an instant, and light blue ripples emanated from his whole body.

The Mingjing Zhishui Jue, which was passed down from the founder of one of the four major righteous sects thousands of years ago, consumes a lot of energy, but is also one of the few means to break the illusion of the fox demon.

In an instant, the surrounding scenes dissipated like fog.

The cultivators who originally thought that Xiao Wuyou was dead were stunned.

As for Tianmo himself, his pupils constricted.

Xiao Wuyou was seen holding the Tushan sword in his hand and stabbing at the demon!

Black mist rose under his feet, and he avoided the attack by a hair's breadth, but was still swept by the fox demon's tail, and immediately cried out in pain.

Because of this one strike, the situation of the battle was instantly reversed.

Xiao Wuyou suddenly pulled out the last magic sword.

The monstrous demonic energy was released like a storm, and the billowing dark purple demonic smoke seemed like the Demon Lord had appeared in the world. Its power was so overbearing that even the Taoist rhyme of the Yin-Yang Bagua Formation became gradually blurred.

The demon was tense and sweating, but he smiled grimly and said, "This is the last sword!"

If Xiao Wuyou can withstand this sword, he will be able to kill him!

Faced with the evil spirit and sword intent of the Netherworld Sword, the Heavenly Demon immediately activated the Buddhist Golden Talisman, and saw a half-body of a god or Buddha with no sadness or joy, gently supporting it with one hand.

It seemed as if the devil sword that could destroy the world was held up by the gods and Buddhas with one hand and could not be moved any further.

The Ci Hui Zhen Chuan of the Vajra Sect stared with his eyes almost popping out of his head: "How is it possible that the master's secret talisman is like this?!"

If you want to fight the devil's sword head-on, there is no better choice than the secret teachings of Buddhism and Taoism.

But just when the dark purple evil spirit was about to be extinguished by the golden light all over the sky, Xiao Wuyou burned up all of his dark purple luck.

The devil sword, whose power should have dissipated, burst out with pressure again, and the Nether Butterfly spread its wings again, setting off a raging tornado of devil energy.

The Buddha's light dissipated, the magic sword fell, the devil gritted his teeth, crossed his arms, and had to take Xiao Wuyou's attack.

With one sword strike, the Yin-Yang Bagua Formation, which could not bear the weight, finally collapsed, and the demon flew backwards, knocking down several buildings like a cannonball.

But the devil was laughing wildly!

The second strike of the Netherworld Sword did surprise him.

But how could he not see that this sword was far weaker than the previous attacks, and it was already a spent force with only a trace of power left!

Xiao Wuyou's luck was finally drained out and he was helpless!

The demon suddenly stood up, and his violent aura blew away the surrounding ruins. He drew out a black magic knife and slashed towards Xiao Wuyou.

"Four swords have been drawn, die!"

But at this moment, Xiao Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth with extreme confidence.

He directly activated the moon-white luck!

The moonlight flickered on his chest, and a graceful figure in white slowly emerged, sticking closely behind Xiao Wuyou.

The rest of the magic swords also flew out from Xiao Wuyou's storage ring. As the four swords surrounded him, Xiao Wuyou slowly grasped the void following the movements of the white-clothed figure, and condensed a moon-white blade made purely of pure sword energy!

It was too late for the demon to stop.

In an instant, a crescent-shaped sword energy burst out with a clear sword sound, and it was like the sound of white thunder to the north of Yingyue City.