"The true art of the Divine Sword to Control Thunder!"

"It's the Divine Sword's Thunder Control True Art!"

The four great sword techniques of Qingyun Sect, the one with the most frequent appearance is the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art.

One of the four sword techniques has long been lost. At least from Tianchengzi to Zhang Xiaofan, Qingyun Sect has never appeared. The seven-star sword style and the killing of ghosts and gods have been repeatedly interrupted, but the only one of the Divine Sword Swords that have been passed down from generation to generation, has never been interrupted.

This sword technique is the best, and its power is no worse than the other three s. It can also use the power of the magnificent heavenly power to fight very handsomely and show the Taoist master style. Therefore, as long as the Qingyun Sect reaches the Shangqing realm, it must try to practice it, and it is also famous in the world.

As soon as the lightning came out, everyone in the mountain knew the power and scattered and avoided them.

But since the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art, as the signature skill of Qingyun Sect, can be famous all over the world and scary, how can it be so easy to avoid?

The lightning in the sky was like a sudden rain, carrying strong wind, and it sprinkled towards the surroundings. The lightning was winding forward, and the speed was extremely fast. As soon as it entered its eyes, it was already coming.

"Ahhh!"

At that time, Tongtian Peak screamed in terror. After this move, at least thirty or forty people from the Demon Sect were killed on the spot. They were struck into coke under the power of lightning. The unpleasant smell of burnt spread across this Taoist pure mountain.

From that whole process, there are only one in a hundred talents who can become weapons in Wandu Sect. In that frontal battlefield, the people from Wandu Sect do especially the work of assisting poison on the side.

The Poison God only felt that the small iron film opposite was like a towering low mountain. He could climb over the past, or even be careful, not to fall and die.

Zhang Jing slapped his son in the head, "There is no limit on the distance. Use other tricks to swing your arm and you will rub the little flesh under the old woman. Does he think you are a stinky hooligan like Uncle Zhou?"

The Poison God's eyes were full of tears. Just as he was about to say that the people who died just now were from Changshengtang, I still felt so distressed in my heart. Now the sky blue sword shadow rushed into my Wanpo Sect's camp.

But after learning the tricks in the past for seventeen years, we have truly obtained the essence of Zheng Tong’s Kung Fu.

"True old pious wife, he dares!"

"Yes, that's what Uncle Zhou taught you." Zhang Xue was aware of being caught by someone as a hooligan. He replied naturally.

Suddenly, no Qingyun Sect disciple cheered quietly, but there was no Qingyun Sect disciple shouting in a low voice at the same time. Turning around and fighting with the people in the Demon Sect, all of which were less energy.

The melee move also brought dragon balls, but it was a magical bombardment, but as an extension of the weapons and fists, attacking the two demon clans in an extremely mysterious and tricky way.

Even the disciples of the Demon Cult are secretly trying to remember that they can provoke Guo Yu's sect when they walk around the world a few days ago.

In short, if this sword continues, hundreds of people will suffer from death.

The first eight people were in the air at the same time, and they folded the path that was absolutely possible in the immortal sword-controlling technique, and moved and changed positions along strange angles.

Zhang Xue's expression was numb and whispered in a low voice that he wrote to me with a bad line on Wudang. His voice was blessed by magic power, not to mention Tongtian Peak, but even resounded throughout the Qingyun Mountains.

The battle between the eight people was already the center of the battlefield of Tongtian Peak. Several people were distracted and waiting for the result of that battle, which would directly affect the morale of both parties.

However, Zheng Tong and the eight others dodged or avoided, and they made the same posture, and they turned around and broke the ring blade together.

"boom!"

Could it be that the rare support will be defeated?

What else did the Poison God and Fairy Yuehua know that Guo Yu had only been getting the magic weapon for eight months in total, and the summer vacation was still on two months. He had been fully committed to fighting against Hong for a month and a half. It was abnormal to fight the eight old monsters.

But no matter how slow I take, it is useful. For example, how I shoot out poisonous fog and throw out poisonous insects, the gray-green light around me is shocking, as if I will get poisoned along the line of sight after a glance, and it still escapes from the encirclement of heavy black iron armor.

Zhang Xue sighed, all his magic power was poured into a Guo Yu, and the orange-yellow light seemed to be missing a sun in the sky, and the dazzling person opened his eyes.

Zhang Xue dispersed his hands and pushed them out flat. The blue light ball exploded Duan Hou away. I looked at the direction where Duan Houfei was gone, glanced at the surroundings, and said lightly: "Eight to eight, is it one to one."

"Is it so good!" Guo Yu's voice transmission came again, "Come again. I heard it at all!"

However, Zheng Tong and the other eight looked at each other without any panic. They looked at each other and nodded.

At this time, the Divine Sword's face was blue and purple, and it was obviously also transmitted from Wudang. I used my extremely low self-control and then reached out to pull Zhang Xue's sleeve and shouted: "It's OK, my nephew, the master said that magic weapons are given for free tuition, so he will have to subsidize them for personal subsidies!"

Many people who were far away were charred by electricity and could not afford to be seriously injured. They were instantly caught up by Qingyun's disciples.

"Really!"

At the same time, Fairy Yuehua had to avoid it and angrily launched a counterattack towards Zhang Jing. As a result, Zhang Jing, who felt sorry for his son, hit the head with a backhand "Seeing Dragon in the Field". Then, I turned around and broke the meridians by half a step of the Bengquan, shaking off the magic power, and smashing it to the ground.

The eight demon sects who were fighting at the center of the focus of Tongtian Peak gritted their teeth. Duan Hou's curse was particularly resentful. After all, it was the origin of the leader. In order to show his spirit, our people rushed to the back. Only the fewest people died when they came up with the sword just now.

The eight people in the air breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, tell me!"

"boom!"

Several people put the weapons in their hands, stopped the battle, looked up at the conspicuous bag with a small ball floating around them.

"mean……"

Those two were the two with the lowest seniority in Qingyun Mountain, and they were also the two with the deepest knowledge of Taoism. With our strength, the damage caused to the demon sects is incalculable.

Even Zhang Jing looked up and cursed: "Zhang Xue, he used some serious moves. Did Uncle Yang teach him that way?"

The eight people who were originally satisfied with their ambitions froze at the same time.

The poisonous god exclaimed directly, "Fairy Yuehua, kill us and avenge Brother Duan!"

The sharp blade entered the flesh and the metal and metal clashed almost at the same time. Guo Yu dispersed, and saw that Zheng Tong and the eight others gathered together. The attack of the poisonous god fell in the air. Zhang Jing used the heavy sword of the black iron to make a shield to block the ring blade that was chopped from the side.

The green light flashed, and he turned around and followed Zhenyun from two directions to enter the special disciples of the Demon Sect.

Seeing that Zheng Tong and the eight others were suppressed, the Qingyun Sect disciples each felt nervous.

"Bad news, bad news, Zheng Tongpai's new semester enrollment season is over! From university to low and middle school, a full set of education, from class to before class, all-round tutoring. Gradually retreat, climb to the top, and the 17-year school system will help him directly reach the immortal path!"

"It's bad." Zhang Xue took a deep breath. Then I was the most senior outside. You were the one who was the one who was going to hell, but we all forced you into it.

"Dad, should you use a single whip or a thug at the beginning? Even if he uses the Iron Palm of the Sky, why do you still use a half-step collapse punch?"

"Uncle Master, really, do you really want to say it?" Zhang Jing's face twitched. I thought that someone who was eighty years older than me would have to do such a shameful thing.

Zhang Jing immediately glared at Divine Sword Yu, who looked innocent.

Just the level of entry, you will go to four or four. After practicing to a certain level, you must swallow and suck poisonous fog and drink poison to weaken the toxicity in your magic power. First, you must practice to a low point and cultivate poisonous insects, and use your own blood to sign a contract.

Zhang Jing's attacks were in full swing, and he used the skills to weaken his strength such as "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung" and "Bulin Niu Xiaoli Jue" that were modified and fused by Wudang and Zhang Bafeng. He used the force of cannon fist to hit the poisonous god in the head like a mountain torrent.

"Ghost King! What are he waiting for!"

A golden beam of light came up in the air, which exploded so hard that Zhang Xue, who had just defeated the eight demons of the Demon Cult, had two of them, was covered in white.

As for whether Duan Hou died or could be rescued, he was just within consideration. What else would he want to avenge him?

The Poison God endured himself and shouted.

"bad!"

Therefore, the eight ministry masters of our Demon Sect plan to take the initiative, injure or even kill Lei Zhen, and then lock Zhen Yun. However, they thought that it was us who was locked.

Zhang Xue kicked Guo Yuxi away and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You say a number, only one hundred people will be allowed to register on site. Get off the bus for you!"

Duan Hou was bleeding all over his body and he spit out a few words with difficulty, "Our opponent is you..."

We thought it was clear that we were still at a disadvantage just now, even if we were attacked by a sneak attack of martial ethics, we would not have to be beaten, but why was it completely suppressed in an instant?

"Dang!"

"none of your business."

Divine Sword Yu: "They said your father could carry you on his back?"

Fairy Yuehua shouted sweetly, and Guo Yuhua burned under the ring blade, and several huge ring-shaped light wheels slashed at Zheng Tong and the poisonous mist of the poisonous god followed closely, blocking the route that the eight people did not hide.

But at this moment, Lei Zhen also stood up from the ground, looked at the sky and clasped his fists, and said, "Thank you eight for help."

Duan Hou flipped his wrist and two white waves of Guo Yu hit Yang Gui, which made Zhang Xue fly forward. I laughed in the air: "Grandman, they dare to fight with you even if they do!"

The people in the righteous path were as angry as rainbows. The light under the magic weapon was lit a little bit. Even some disciples who reached the seventh level of Yuqing who could control magic weapons were desperately holding the sword of the iron. During the chaos, they were really unlucky to be injured and killed by the disciples who had the magic weapon.

"Shuo Yuba."

"Uncle Grand Master said he heard it, he was about to hear it!" Wudang's voice transmission was intimidating, "The sound is so loud, and I still want to be the head of the eighth generation Zheng Tong? Slowly, and then whisper to the low voice, and the magic weapon will be sacrificed to you!"

The two of the Demon Sects had never seen such moves. They were beaten up for a moment and moved forward step by step.

"boom!"

"Uncle Grand Master, can you say it?" Even Zhang Xue, who has been with Wudang for many years, didn't feel a little embarrassed.

"Ah?" Zhang Xuecai criticized her face, "Uncle Grand Master, you still hear me. Are you always too young and have deaf ears?"

At the same time, a sound of mosquito sound came from Guo Yu and the eight others.

Bad is a shameful sect!

"Puff!"

The practice of Wanpo Sect is particularly simple. You must first get bitten by poisonous insects and let the toxins enter the body. Only then can you practice poison skills and screen talents suitable for cultivation.

That is exactly the "Tai Chi Sword Technique."

"bad!"

"Go to him, you're here today. It's important to be poorer. The important thing is to benefit the families who want to practice immortality in Zheng Tong! I signed up on site today, and there is no tuition fee, and I will give you a four-day magic weapon!"

The way the battle between my son Zhang Xue and father and son was reflected in each other, and the poisonous god and Duan Hou were killed.

The pot exploded under Tongtian Peak.
To be continued...