Chapter 253 Uncle Master, you are really here (please give me a monthly ticket)

Taoist Master Mo Yuan pulled out the antique long sword in his hand and slashed it casually.

A transparent sword energy easily split the forty-centimeter-thick wall through.

Jiang Yun looked at the shaking hole in the wall. He looked closely and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty is here, Uncle Mo Yuan, let's just discuss sword skills. You shouldn't invite all the Zhenwu swords of the Wudang Sect, right?"

The Zhenwu Sword is not an ordinary sword, it is the sword of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect.

The sword was strange in style, and after hundreds of years of tempering with spiritual power and internal energy by the heads of all dynasties, it has long been extremely strong and sharp, and it has been as sharp as mud.

This Damascus steel-forged fine steel sword will be cut into a saw in minutes in front of the Zhenwu sword.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. I have to try today how many pounds you are the number one in kendo."

"All lay people retreat, the sword has no eyes, it's not good to hurt you." After saying that, Taoist Master Mo Yuan raised his sword and stabbed him straight.

The sword energy is so strong that the wind is biting.

The onlookers couldn't help but tremble.

Xiao Huihui, who was in charge of the camera, couldn't help but complain: "Sister Bingbing, the cold wind is really not the time."

"Shut up, we have found a big leak. It seems that the two Taoist priests are going to take real action. You should hurry up and take photos, don't show the camera."

Zhao Bingbing took out her cell phone and recorded a picture.

Taoist Master Mo Yuan held the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, and his body exuded a strong sword intent, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Yunzhi frowned: "It's so damn. Uncle Mo Yuan was not like this when he taught Tai Chi swordsmanship in school!"

Whoosh!

When he was stunned, the Zhenwu Sword, carrying two feet thick sword energy, slashed directly over.

The sword energy rolled up the fallen leaves in the martial arts field, impacting the onlookers, forcing everyone to take seven or eight steps back.

when!

Jiang Yun blocked the sword with his sword energy, and he wrapped the sword spine with his sword energy and forced himself to take the sword.

Two sword energy hit each other, sparks flew everywhere, and the terrifying shock wave made the Taoist robes bulge directly.

"Uncle Mo Yuan, let's just have a chance to have a chance to have a chance. Why are you serious?"

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, take the sword!"

The black Zhenwu Sword was like a black rainstorm, directly splashing at Jiang Yun.

Two long swords bumped together, sparks flew everywhere, jingling.

In a short while, the steel sword in Jiang Yun's hand was cut into several gaps by the Zhenwu Sword, and he was forced to use the sword light to protect the sword.

At the same time, he cursed in his heart that the Zhenwu Sword was so perverted that it was extremely perverted.

Why did the ancestors of Tianyuan Taoist Temple not leave a decent long sword for their descendants?

When the water lovers in the live broadcast room saw the two of them mingled together, they all took a breath.

"Damn it, who said that the elderly have decreased their physical strength and can't do it anymore? The old Taoist priest is actually pressing the anchor to fight."

"Old Taoist Master, he is really a god!"

"The feeling that Taoist Master Mo Yuan gives me is a bit like Taoist Master Qingxu in the fairy sword, so cool."

"Wudang Mountain is indeed hidden and creeping. Is this a battle scene that people can fight?"

"Dear laymen, you guys, you know that both of them are false, but they look quite good at fighting, but they are not useful. For example, if they both use swords to cut me, I will definitely die, but I just don't accept it."

"I guessed that if the old Taoist priest was empty-handed, he could hit me twenty of them alone. If he held a sword, he would be massacre."

"Good guy, he's talking to his throat, neck, head and chest. That's too cruel."

Taoist Master Mo Yuan put away his long sword and sighed: "Boy, although your sword art is high, you are like your master, and you are also a fool."

"There is no reason to use the fine steel sword to resist the Zhenwu sword. Use Tai Chi sword technique to overcome the hardness with softness!"

Dingdang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yun's hand, cracked into four or five pieces.

The Zhenwu Sword opposite was unscathed and there was no trace.

After Jiang Yun took a breath, he threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, wrapped his hands with spiritual power, and said solemnly: "Uncle Mo Yuan, please give me advice."

"Boy, are you crazy? Do you want to hold your hands and force me to hit my true martial sword?"

"Today I have only gotten a weapon. I admit that my sword cultivation is not as good as you, so you won't be so desperate, right?" Taoist Master Mo Yuan said frankly.

"Uncle Master, please give me advice."

"You kid are stubborn and don't suffer any hardships. You may suffer losses when you come outside in the future!"

Taoist Master Mo Yuan pinched the sword technique and raised his internal strength. The Zhenwu Sword made a sword sound.

Swish!

The sword energy was shocked and a sword stabbed.

Jiang Yun took a half step back and clamped the Zhenwu Sword with two fingers on his left hand.

He suddenly realized the true meaning of Tai Chi. His right hand was like playing the piano and the zither, picking and twisting, playing and plucking.

In a moment, the power of the Zhenwu Sword was removed.

Jiang Yun put away his two fingers, gathered all his spiritual power on his index finger, and gently flicked the sword body of the Zhenwu Sword.

when!

A crisp and pleasant impact shocked everyone's ears tingled, and their eyes went dark.

Even behind the drone camera, the water friends watching the game from afar were in a daze.

When they realized it, they heard Taoist Master Mo Yuan roar: "You kid, you are too ungrateful."

"I'm merciful, you actually bounced my Wudang Sect Town Sect sword with your hands!"

"It seems that today, we are going to be divided into two different levels!"

When the drone camera reacted, the two had already changed their weapons, both holding red tassel spears and fighting into a group.

The gun was like a dragon, and the spearheads of the two spears were stirred into a ball.

Even though it was the unopened shield and spear head, several holes were poked on the ground, and swept it casually on the wall of the martial arts field, and there was a deep gully.

The gun was shining and the red tassels were flying. The sky was dark and the earth was extremely exciting.

Taoist Master Mo Yuan came from his heart angrily. The red tassel spear in his hand slashed down on his head, directly cutting off the spear in Jiang Yun's hand.

The people watching the scene were all dumbfounded and dared not be born.

The fans in the live broadcast room could not feel the sense of oppression and all applauded in the barrage area.

"It's so wonderful. I've been in many years and I haven't seen such a wonderful martial arts scene."

"Two Taoist priests are merciful, please give some face to the action movie."

"Not bad, much better than the so-called billions of movies and TV series now."

"Is this the real Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Hiss, the year knife and month stick have a lifelong gun, and the anchor actually fell into a disadvantage. It seems that this is true."

"Damn, the two red tassel guns are not good, they are actually broken."

Jiang Yun threw away the red tassel gun in his hand. He looked at Uncle Mo Yuan who continued to raise the gun and stabbed him, and was slightly shocked.

Good guy, uncle, today, I'm afraid I want to really make a bloody hole in myself.

The rules of Tianyuan Taoist Temple are that small sticks are taken with big sticks.

He raised his hand to grab the Red Tassel Spear of Taoist Mo Yuan. The two of them competed at the same time. After the Red Tassel Spear was broken into two sections, Jiang Yun used the Ladder Yunzong and jumped out of the martial arts performance field.

"Boy, don't leave. My light skills are not inferior to you."

As the two of them talked, they jumped a few times and jumped out of the Wudang Sect.

Everyone at the scene was confused, and Xiao Hui's mentality collapsed at that time.

As a photographer, he has encountered many photography problems, but this is the first time he has seen this problem. He is still a fancy photo!
Chapter completed!