Although Zheng Zhaozong put on a look of looking down upon the world, he was still uneasy in his heart. In the battle with Tang Jiusheng and Pu Xuan just now, his internal energy was depleted a lot. Now facing such three masters, he has no certainty of victory. If

One-on-one, he is not afraid at all. Even if his internal strength and energy are exhausted, he can still escape in the end. In this situation, three against one, he really has no confidence to win.

But the arrow was on the string and he had to fire it. Even if he didn't take action, the three men on the opposite side who were eyeing him would never let him go. Zheng Zhaozong secretly complained in his heart, but there was no reliable way to escape. Ouyang Luda saw Zheng Zhaozong looking around,

As if he wanted to escape, he shouted loudly and attacked first with his stick. He swung the stick in a circle and smashed it down on the head. The iron stick drew a semicircular arc, and the wind roared with fierce momentum.

Zheng Zhaozong pulled out the bleeding knife in an instant. His body was on one side, and his feet did not leave the ground, but he skillfully moved two feet on the ground. Although Ouyang Luda hit the air with his stick, he did not wait for a move to kill him, and swept Zheng Zhaozong's body with his stick.

Zheng Zhaozong's body was light and agile, and he retreated back more than a foot and dodged the stick. He was not in a hurry to take out the knife, because there were two men on the opposite side who were eyeing him and could strike at any time.

A famous martial arts master.

Sure enough, when Zheng Zhaozong slipped backwards, the two iron gallbladders in Zhu Jiafu's hand suddenly disappeared, and he also drew his sword and struck at him. The name of the sword in Zhu Jiafu's hand was Shuo Yue, one of the top ten famous swords, and Zhu Jiafu himself was also

A master of Wu Xuan Realm and a famous master equipped with a treasured sword, its power should not be underestimated. Zhu Jiafu used a treasured sword with sword energy flowing horizontally, drawing endless silver arcs in the air and surrounding Zheng Zhaozong.

Zheng Zhaozong sighed and looked at Monk Puji who had not yet taken action, but was still twisting his rosary beads as if chanting sutras. Zheng Zhaozong couldn't care less. He opened and closed the bloody knife in his hand, and unleashed extremely sharp sword energy. He wanted to do it as soon as possible

He stood out from the encirclement, so he was merciless. A camphor tree on the roadside was accidentally blown by Zheng Zhaozong's sword. With a click, it was cut from the middle. It slowly fell down and was hit in the middle of the road.

Zhu Jiafu shouted loudly, faced the difficulty, and slashed across Zheng Zhaozong's waist with his sword. The silver sword energy was like a sword, and it was particularly dazzling under the winter sun. Zheng Zhaozong touched the ground with his feet and rose up from the ground at a high speed.

He quickly stepped on Zhu Jiafu's blade, turned around in the air, and stabbed Zhu Jiafu in the back of the heart with the sword in his hand. Zhu Jiafu moved three feet to the right, turned around quickly, and slashed downward with the knife again, slashing diagonally towards Zheng Zhaozong's right leg.

When Zheng Zhaozong wanted to retreat, he suddenly found that his retreat had been blocked by a big iron rod from Ouyang Luda. Zheng Zhaozong gave a soft drink, tapped his feet on the ground again, and jumped up to avoid this attack.

The two of them cooperated and turned over in the air. As soon as his feet landed, Zhu Jiafu slashed at his shoulder blade with another knife. Zheng Zhaozong had no choice but to step back sharply. The knife passed in front of him and cut off a piece of hair on his forehead.

The lock. Zheng Zhaozong clearly saw the lock of hair gently passing through his eyes and slowly falling to the ground.

At this time, monk Puji who had been twisting his rosary beads finally moved. Puji flew across the air and hit Zheng Zhaozong on the chest with a palm. Zheng Zhaozong was shocked because he saw the palm of Puji's palm.

Purple, red and purple, this is the famous Purple Flame Palm! When Zheng Zhaozong became famous as a young boy and traveled around the world, he once suffered from this kind of Purple Flame Palm. He knew that once the energy of the Purple Flame Palm was used,

If hit by machine, the wound will fester without an antidote, and then a little

Dian watched as the wound gradually expanded, but was unable to cure it. He could only die slowly and painlessly a year later.

Zheng Zhaozong really didn't understand, how could a monk practice such vicious palm skills? Is there any justice? Isn't Tongshengshan Zizai Temple known as the holy land of Buddhism? How could he condone his disciples to practice such evil martial arts? He instantly

I have made a decision, today I will fight until I am injured and defeat one of the three of them, but the injury he sustained can be a knife wound or a stick wound, but he cannot be hit by the Purple Flame Palm!

Being hit by the Purple Flame Palm doesn't hurt at all, but you will die painlessly without an antidote. It doesn't hurt, but you will die. How terrible is this? Zheng Zhaozong went crazy and backed away frantically.

He dodged Pu Ji's purple flame palm and attacked Ouyang Ruda with his sword. He was determined to start with Ouyang Ruda, who was the weakest among the three in martial arts.

Ouyang Luda swung the iron rod to block Zheng Zhaozong's attack route, not seeking merit but seeking no fault. As long as he delayed Zheng Zhaozong, Zhu Jiafu and Puji would make Zheng Zhaozong look good. After all, the three of them had just been in the palace of the palace.

While lurking on the roof, they saw Zheng Zhaozong fighting with Pu Xuan and Tang Jiu Sheng. His energy was greatly depleted, so they decided to intercept and kill Zheng Zhaozong. Getting rid of such a powerful martial arts scourge would be a blessing to the martial arts world and the world.

Unsurprisingly, Zheng Zhaozong's attack was thwarted, but Zhu Jiafu and Monk Puji attacked from behind, attacking his lower body and back with one palm and one knife. Zheng Zhaozong moved sideways, then moved sideways, retreated, and retreated again.

On the broad street not far from the Jiannan Prince's Mansion, he was beaten to pieces by three masters. He could only parry but had no power to fight back. Zheng Zhaozong was so angry that he almost wanted to curse.

The crazy Zheng Zhaozong ignored it and swung the bloody knife in his hand. The cold sword energy cut through the ground paved with bluestones. The gravel flew and the dust flew. When Zheng Zhaozong found that he could not find the weakness of the three people's cooperation, he simply made a desperate move and broke through.

The jar broke and fell, and Zheng Zhaozong laughed wildly, "You want me to die? Then at least one of you three must be buried with you!"

The air was filled with the sword energy of the bloody sword. Zheng Zhaozong kept attacking with red eyes. He and his sword merged into one, attacking first and completely giving up on defense. With his desperate efforts, the three people's offensive was stagnant because no one was there.

They planned to fight him for their lives, just to consume him and slowly wear him to death. When Zheng Zhaozong went crazy, the three of them retreated steadily. However, it was obviously a move of retreating in order to advance. Anyway, the three of them working together were enough to consume Zheng Zhaozong to death.

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In front of the Yin'an Hall of the Pseudo-Jiannan Prince's Mansion, Tang Fulong's face became more and more solemn because the fat man who was the first to rush into the battle was hit by Fu Yunzi's sword on his shoulder. The demon dragon sword in Fu Yunzi's hand stabbed the fat man, and the black dragon wrapped around the sword

His eyes became redder and redder, and he felt like he was flying into the sky with a ferocious face. It turned out that the demon dragon sword became stronger when it saw blood, which was similar to the blood knife in Zheng Zhaozong's hand.

The fat man was hit by a sword on his shoulder, which actually made him sober up. The fat man simply changed from attack to defense. He wanted to prevent being hit by the sword again. It wouldn't be a problem if these little Taoist priests cut him. The demon dragon sword in Fu Yunzi's hand was terrifying. The fat man felt

The wound on his shoulder was numb, and he was secretly surprised. Damn it, is there poison in this demon dragon sword? The fat man was poisoned? The fat man muttered in his heart, and his hands slowed down, and he took a few more blows from the little Taoist priest.

But the fat man wasn't afraid when these ordinary swords struck him.

When Tang Jiusheng saw that his brother Fatty was injured, he immediately became angry. The reason why he rushed to

It was precisely because he had an abnormal sense that Tang Jiusheng swung the Seven Emotions Sword in a round shape and kept attacking at a little Taoist priest. He tried to tear the Lingtian Sword Formation apart at one point. Tang Jiusheng finally opened the energy storage of Qi Machine again.

Dan concentrated all his energy on the sword body, and the green color of the Seven Emotions Sword became brighter and brighter. Tang Jiu Sheng slashed out with the sword, and the little Taoist priest hurriedly blocked it with the sword in his hand. There was a sound, and the tip of the little Taoist sword was struck by the sword.

Tang Jiusheng cut off a section, but Tang Jiusheng was also hit by two swords.

With a clang sound, the tip of the little Taoist's sword fell on the stone ground, turned around a few times on the ground, and stopped beating. Although Tang Jiusheng was hit by several swords, he was not seriously injured. After all, he was now in the Wucheng realm.

He is not afraid of ordinary swords. Although he is not as good as the fat man who was born with physical strength, he is not far behind.

Tang Jiu Sheng was overjoyed. It turned out that with the blessing of Qi Machine in the Wuxuan Realm, he could cut off the swords in the hands of these Taoist priests. If he had known this, he would have opened the Qi Machine Energy Storage Pill to attack them earlier! Fu, who was standing in front of the formation, dominated the formation.

Yunzi was taken aback. He didn't expect that Tang Jiusheng's martial arts realm would suddenly soar.

But as soon as Tang Jiusheng cut off the sword tip in the little Taoist priest's hand, another sword flew from outside the formation. The little Taoist priest threw the broken sword in his hand towards Tang Jiusheng, reached out and grabbed the sword that flew in from outside the formation.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the flying sword. They saw a little Taoist priest who was also wearing a black robe with skulls embroidered on it, holding a large handful of swords and looking into the formation with a smile.

Tang Fulong, who was studying the method of breaking the formation, immediately felt his heart sink. He originally thought that he could rely on the large number of people to compete with these Taoist priests, but he did not expect that these Taoist priests actually had backup. Is this okay? If the enemy has enough manpower, how many more troops can be moved out?

If the sword formation comes, then there will really be trouble! I don't know if his golden thunder method can break through this Lingtian formation, but he doesn't want to expose his strength and unique skills too early, because there will be big battles to fight in the future.

He didn't want the enemy to find a way to restrain the golden thunder early.

Tang Jiu Sheng in the formation was not disturbed by the sword flying in from outside the formation. Tang Jiu Sheng smiled contemptuously, even if you mend your sword and I keep cutting it off, can you keep mending it? How many swords do you have to consume? After Tang Jiu Sheng cut it off,

After the tip of the seven swords, those little Taoist priests also found a way to restrain themselves. Every time they fought against Tang Jiu Sheng, at least six or seven swords collided with Tang Jiu Sheng's Seven Emotions Sword. With the formation,

Bonus, in this case, Tang Jiusheng could no longer cut the sword in the little Taoist priest's hand.

Seeing this, Xiahou Lingyu said angrily: "Are these Taoist priests hooligans? They use such despicable methods if they can't beat them, bullying the few with more, so shameless!"

When Fu Yunzi, who was leading the battle, heard Xiahou Lingyu's words, he laughed maniacally and said: "Bah, you stinky girl, you can't beat me, you just can't beat me. How can you talk so much nonsense? It's in vain that you are also a first-class master. In terms of martial arts, I, my nephews, can't beat you."

Far inferior to you, what can I rely on if I don’t rely on formations? Do I still want to compete with you in a duel? Don’t worry, stinky girl, you are so beautiful, I will definitely capture you alive and train you well! Hahahahaha..."

The enraged Xiahou Lingyu tried to stab Fu Yunzi at the center of the formation with several swords, but was blocked by the little Taoist priests. When Tang Jiu Sheng saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he jumped up suddenly

He stood up, ignoring the swords of the little Taoist priests, and slashed at Fu Yunzi with his sword. Fu Yunzi hurriedly used the demon dragon sword in his hand to meet the Seven Emotions Sword.
Chapter completed!