In Mingdefang, Dongcheng City, many people are surrounded by the long streets.

In the middle of the long street, a red light rushed up and down, but it was impossible to break through the birdcage-shaped magic weapon covering its head. It was frustrated by the magic weapon, and its speed was getting slower and slower, and it seemed that it was a little exhausted.

An emotionless voice said: "I advise you not to resist again, otherwise I will refine you into blood."

Zhongyang, who was trapped inside, shouted: "I said, I am not an unknown monster! I am the Taoist boy under the seat of Master Wu Qi of Fuyunguan! I have a certificate in the Juyouwei, and you are the murderer in the street!"

"What a clever one."

The other party scolded.

The crane cage in the air shrank suddenly and pressed towards Chongyang.

The silver light lit up, and a flying sword suddenly came from the west, nailing the crane's beak to the door post of the restaurant next to it with a whoosh.

The crane beak cage hung on the sword and shook slightly.

The figure flashed, and a fair hand took off the crane beak cage and opened the bird cage.

The Double Ninth Festival flew out suddenly and flew around the person who saved it.

"Honor, this Taoist priest is looking for trouble."

Chongyang was full of anger: "I have already mentioned my identity and am willing to let Jianyouwei and the government verify it. This Taoist priest still refused to let go and wanted to arrest me and kill me."

"It's okay, I have everything."

Wu Qi held the crane's beak cage in his hand.

This magic weapon is based on the craftsmanship and talisman engraving. At least it is a medium-grade magic weapon, which is better than Wu Qi's Jing Zhen Sword.

"It's probably inappropriate for fellow Taoists to use weapons in the street."

The indifferent voice sounded again.

Wu Qi then raised his head and looked at the other party.

He stood one meter ahead of him, with a cold-faced monk standing.

This man wore a Haoran scarf on his head, a light green deluxe, a black forged collar, a cross-collar collar, and a clear-cut red cloud shoe. Apart from the two swords on his back, he looked like a monk of a large sect at first glance.

In comparison, Wu Qi, wearing a patchwork dress with white hair and placing on the ten directions of shoes, looked extremely cold.

Wu Qi pulled out the iron sword from the pillar: "The grudges of the world are in the world."

The tip of the sword points across from the opposite side.

"Breaking it is like hurting me, I will draw a sword."

The monk's face froze.

He never expected that this would become a situation.

The people around him suddenly became excited.

Taoist priests usually fight in a place where people are rarely visited. Two Taoist priests chopped each other with iron swords in the city, which was a wonder that they saw once in ten years!

Today's fun is a great loss!

"Get out the sword!"

"Get out the sword!"

"Get out the sword!"

The people began to make excitement. The Tang people were already martial and were happy to fight in the streets.

The monk insisted on calming himself: "Fellow Taoist, I am the true teaching of the Qingcheng Mountain Changdao Temple, Ji Zhan."

Wu Qi just said: "Chang Dao Temple, disciple of the house, Wu Qi."

The tip of the sword is still stable.

He repeated: "Get out the sword."

Ji Zhan's face was a little overwhelmed.

Qingcheng Mountain Changdao Temple is a major sect in Yizhou. If you refuse to fight today, the other party will still be a disciple of the Yisan Taoist Temple. If you don’t mention anything else, your reputation will definitely be damaged.

His eyes turned cold and he pulled out the iron sword on his back. The sword body was as white as snow, which was obviously a good product forged by famous craftsmen.

"The sword has no eyes, Junior Brother Wu, don't regret it."

Ji Zhan greeted him with the tip of his sword.

The monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage are already spiritual qi transformation liquid, and their bodies are stronger than ordinary people. Even if they are not good at swords and swords, they are also first-class players in hand-to-hand combat.

Wu Qi held the sword and went up, Ji Zhan waved the sword and slashed, and the two swords hit the front continuously, making a clanging sound.

The people looked red with their faces, whipping their fists to help, and shouting loudly, and the sound of people was in full swing for a while.

These two Taoist priests are fighting with real swords and guns. No matter which side the sword is, the minor ones are severely injured in the broken limbs, and the serious ones are killed on the spot!

Cut, chop him, yes, that's it!

Enjoy!

Not only ordinary humans, but also all kinds of demons came over. They had never seen this scene before, but it did not prevent them from watching it inexplicably, and they were also talking enthusiastically.

"Master Wu's suppression force!"

"Master Wu's sword is so bad. His realm is a little short, so it won't hurt to cut people."

"Master Ji looked confident, it seemed to be stable."

"Guigui, Master Wu's move, his move!"

"Who said just now? Master Wu will not hurt when he cut people, right?"

"What is Master Ji doing? He can't be without rhythm and momentum."

"The advantage is not big enough, the advantage is not big enough..."

Unlike these people who watched the fun, Xu Shujing was extremely nervous at this time and pinched her fingers tightly.

Wu Qi and Ji Zhan held swords and chopped each other, and the sword light shone.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two of them were fighting true fire, and each sword was merciless. If they were not careful, one of them would die on the spot.

He murmured, "No, no, no, no, no! They must be stopped. If this continues, something big will happen!"

"Don't worry, Lord Xu, just exchange ideas."

Next to Xu Shujing, he looked at it with relish: "It is a once-in-a-lifetime experience to see the Taoist cultivator fighting for the real sword and sword in the street."

"Is this called a trial?" Uncle Xu smiled calmly: "Master Shiran, these two Taoist priests may one of them dies due to disability or even dies suddenly today."

“Not that serious.”

He held his hands in front of his chest with dissatisfaction: "But is it normal to see blood when it comes to the competition."

Xu Shujing: “…”

"Don't worry, Lord Xu, no one will die."

Seeing that Uncle Xu was anxious, he had to explain: "There is a difference in strength between them, but he is just giving in to fight."

Xu Shujing sighed: "I am just afraid that Master Ji will not be able to help it and hurt Master Wu."

"Mr. Xu, you are wrong."

He sneered relievedly: "Fellow Daoist Wu is giving in to Ji Zhan. If he uses his real skills and fights with swords, Ji Zhan should be a corpse now."

Xu Shujing suspected that he heard it wrong: "This... Ji Zhan is a true disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, and he is in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Period..."

“So what?”

Reassuredly, Fellow Daoist Wu can even beat him up to breathe at this half step. Just Ji Zhan, isn’t that just a casual move?

"Mr. Xu believes in me."

He explained: "Besides, most of the Taoist monks have different physical strength in magic weapons, magic tools, talismans, and magic. It is not that easy for anyone to hurt anyone."

Xu Shujing was confused when she heard this: "Master, who are you talking about whom?"

"As you are accusing with each other, no one will die anyway."

Relieve and hide it casually.

Previously, he promised to keep it a secret for Fellow Daoist Wu, but he almost revealed his feelings.

...

With a loud bang, an iron sword was knocked to the ground.

The sword in Wu Qi's hand was still there, but the sword body was bumpy, and a row of canine-like gaps appeared on the sharp blade.

The tip of the sword is less than an inch away from the other party's neck.

Ji Zhan looked at the other person with a dull eyes.

I was defeated by a Qi Refining Stage with swordsmanship?

An unprecedented fear surged into my heart.
To be continued...