The ghost sword left my hand and fell to the ground. It was shot into the soil by the force flying from the sky, creating a deep ravine and disappearing without a trace.
At that moment, I felt like a light on my back. At that moment, I didn’t care about the old Minshan mother who was frozen on the ground. I shifted several positions to prevent myself from being hit by the terrifying strong wind. However, the sudden force only appeared for a moment.
, there was no follow-up. Zamao Xiaodao also sensed this terrifying threat. After a move with the old monster from Northern Jiangsu, Scar Dragon, he jumped to my side and pressed his thumb on the bent ring finger and little finger.
The index and middle fingers naturally stretched out and joined together, pointing in the general direction, and shouted loudly: "Quick!"
The thunderous punishment did not stop, and like the arrow that left the string, it suddenly disappeared into the forest. Two seconds later, a man wearing a Taoist robe with a white crane embroidered on the chest appeared at the end of the forest, flying on the top of the tree and in the air, avoiding
The hidden trap is flying towards us, and the flying sword is chasing after him.
Tah! This man came very quickly and was standing on the branch of a big tree about ten meters away from us.
The branch was so slender that an ordinary person would definitely collapse if he stood on it. However, the man's body moved up and down with the swaying branch, and he did not fall down while swaying. Instead, the thunder flying behind him quickly
Punishment stabbed the person's vest mercilessly, the wind roared loudly, but the person seemed to have an eye behind his back, and he waved his left hand back lightly.
Then, a scene that stunned us appeared - his index finger and middle finger actually clamped the flying sword in his hand accurately and steadily. Although Lei Feng struggled hard and the trembling frequency made a buzzing sound, there was no trace of it.
There is no use for him, he just can't escape from this person's shackles.
Oh my god, what a beautiful hand!
Before this, I had never thought that someone could catch a flying sword with bare hands, and do it so safely - even though Lei Punishment was developed not long ago, and even though Zamao Xiaodao did not have a thorough understanding of the flying sword,
But this made me unable to help being amazed, and I also had astonishing admiration for this man's skill.
Then my attention finally focused on this person's face: he looked elegant and bookish, with three flowing green beards that were dancing in the wind. He was thin and energetic, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a spring breeze - he looked like a university professor.
Isn’t the man in question the Maoshan talker, Yang Zhixiu?
Seeing Yang Zhixiu coming alone, with the enemy unknown, Zamao Xiaodao and I retreated slowly, with uncertain expressions. The Evil Spirit Sect and others did not know why Yang Zhixiu appeared at this time, and were both surprised and suspicious.
Gather together and take precautions.
Only Li Yunqi, Cheng Li, Li Zefeng and Long Jinhai stepped forward, bowed and said hello: "Hello, I'm talking to you!"
Yang Zhixiu nodded noncommittally and looked around the field, only to see Ah Fu carrying Master Chen Qing in front of Baozi, Sister-in-law and others, while the remnant spirit of the dragon was protecting its wings above its head, ignoring us and moving towards the legend.
Elder Gong bowed and said hello: "Uncle Deng, since you are feeling ill, just rest peacefully at your residence. Why should I trouble you to deal with it at such a young age?"
At this time, Chen Qing's head was pulled up, and blood was dripping from the gap above his ears. He weakly raised his head and glanced at Yang Zhixiu standing on the branch, and said calmly: "The responsibility of guarding the formation in the back mountain is mine.
It is my fault to allow outsiders to break into the forest and sea, so I can make up for it by hurrying over."
Both of them are old foxes who have matured in age. They know that verbal exchanges and quarrels are useless, so they don't say much, just a few sentences, as long as they get the meaning right. After that, Yang Zhixiu weighs the thunder in his hands.
Punishing the Flying Sword, he looked towards the Zamao Path, and said with a peaceful smile: "My nephew's flying sword is sharp for no reason. It is indeed a good magical weapon. Not bad, not bad! Come on, you can keep it first. I still handle matters here.
Let’s deal with this Maoshan talker!”
As soon as he loosened his fingers holding Lei Xing, Zamao Xiaodao, who had been tightly involved with his mind, recalled Lei Xing to him, held it carefully, and checked it quietly.
After the exchange with us, Yang Zhixiu also held hands with Scar Dragon, the old monster from Northern Jiangsu, and said, Brother Long, you and I are not far apart. We have met several times when we were young. We have a friendship with each other and have always been well friends.
The water does not invade the river. I don’t know why, but why is it so aggressive today?
This person is indeed worthy of being evaluated as a person with long sleeves and good dancing. Once he appears, he can be so tactful. We and the Evil Spirit Sect are already at war with each other, and blood is flowing. He can still maintain friendship without changing his expression.
Taking advantage of this time, I squatted on the ground and started to dig out my ghost sword. The sword went four or five inches deep into the grass and stuck tightly to the ground. With such a depth, I don’t know how much force it is bearing. I found it in the pit.
Building a pine cone, something like this, shocked us into panic. No wonder Mei Lang would say to Staff Officer Su, "Ten years ago Tao Jinhong, ten years later Yang Zhixiu."
This person's skills have really reached the realm of transformation.
While I was packing my things, the conversation was still going on. After a brief moment of surprise, Scar Dragon calmed down and looked at the Maoshan housekeeper with squinted eyes. He chuckled. He couldn't understand Yang Zhixiu.
Hypocrisy and pretentiousness, he directly reminded him: "Mr. Yang, isn't what we do exactly what you want to do? Otherwise, how could it be so easy for us to act on this Maoshan? It's a pity to disappoint you.
The thing is, we're lost and can't find where Tao Jinhong, the old turtle, lives. Otherwise, you can help us find it, otherwise we won't be able to continue the show."
Scar Dragon spoke so straightforwardly, refusing to give any face to him, but Yang Zhixiu remained motionless, with a humble and calm smile on his face, and said lightly: "How do you know what I am thinking?"
That’s it…”
Having said this, he ignored the evil spirit cult members. Finally, he faced Old Mother Minshan and his sister, and said slowly and seriously: "Oh, you are fooling around!"
Old Minshan mother had just been plotted by Zamao Xiaodao and lost her hostage. She had been entangled with the remnant spirit of the dragon for a long time without even breathing. When she heard her brother's words, she said disdainfully: "Zhixiu,
I’m helping you!”
Yang Zhixiu also had a look of disdain on his face, but he didn't say much. He floated down, put his feet on the ground, and asked Master Chen Qing: "Uncle Deng, is it okay for me to take care of this place?" Chen Qingzhen
He was speechless. With Baozi's support, he nodded feebly. After receiving this order, Yang Zhixiu stopped being polite and said loudly: "Scar Dragon, since the Evil Spirit Sect has entered my Maoshan
, there is absolutely no reason for you to go back. It is all your fault that I captured you today, so don’t blame me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped his toes and rushed towards Scar Dragon and the others.
The first person to come into contact with Yang Zhixiu was the remaining evil ghost Shura. At that moment, he also wielded the long sword in his hand and stabbed towards Yang Zhixiu. Yang Zhixiu originally had empty hands, but when he turned his sleeves, a piece of jadeite material appeared.
The blue-gray Chao Gui was filled with misty green light. He didn't pay attention to any moves at all. He raised it and swatted at the evil ghost Shura.
The evil ghost Shura was specially prepared by Little Buddha for this operation. Its seven heads can overwhelm dozens of dragon formation spirits. I have fought with it and know that its power is not comparable to that of ordinary little ghosts. I originally thought
The evil ghost Shura was able to stop Yang Zhixiu's momentum, but his eyes were blurred, and he saw that the difficult evil ghost Shura was hit three times in a row by Yang Zhixiu's Chao Gui in a short period of time.
Each of these blows hit the most vulnerable part of the ghost's body. Three blows made the evil ghost Shura unable to move. And in the next second, a yellowed talisman was stuck there.
On the forehead of the ghost, when the two passed each other shoulder to shoulder, Yang Zhixiu used Chao Gui to fight with the two masters of the evil spirit sect in front of him. When there was a jingle and a jade ring, I saw another gorgeous and beautiful fireworks coming from the evil ghost.
Shura's forehead burned.
When Yang Zhixiu kicked the evil spirit sect master who had previously fought with Baozi onto the tree trunk, the evil ghost Shura's head had been burned with heat, and a snow-white skull was burned out.
Then the evil ghost Shura, who was usually silent, began to make a hoarse cry, baa, baa, baa, which was so shrill and strange that it shocked people's hearts.
While talking, Yang Zhixiu had already cut off the hamstring of another evil spirit cult member. The man knelt down on the ground and took out two talisman soldiers from his arms with difficulty. When he squeezed, black smoke scattered, and the strange-looking
Before the Fu soldiers had time to gather together, they were immediately saved by Yang Zhixiu, one by one, with great ease and ease.
I held the ghost sword and looked at it from behind, my eyes widened, and I didn't dare to blink at all, for fear of missing any details.
Putting aside the complicated position, except for those non-human beings, Yang Zhixiu is one of the most powerful practitioners I have ever seen. This power is not limited to his cultivation, but also lies in his ease of lifting weights when fighting.
He felt relaxed and at ease, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of him, he would smile and move forward. Nothing could stop him from moving forward - if he wanted to go, he could go.
Handsome, so handsome, this is the true strength of the top Taoist sects. Yang Zhixiu, holding the Jade Gui Slip, is invincible. The enemies in front of us are as difficult as mountains. He can easily cross them, and some even kill them directly without any pause. In a short time,
In the meantime, he had killed an evil ghost Shura and two masters of the evil spirit sect. The other one was also hit by a palm and collapsed to the ground.
However, he also ushered in his first real opponent. Different from the economic status of Jiangsu Province, Jinling Honglu was only a small branch of the Evil Spirit Cult, but Scar Dragon, the old monster in Northern Jiangsu, was not
A friendly guy, holding a heavy simple sword, he immediately entered a crazy state of support. After performing a set of wind-splitting sword techniques, he fought with Yang Zhixiu in a lively manner. The sound of jingling gold and jade was heard endlessly, which made
People are amazed.
However, Scar Dragon was ultimately defeated by Yang Zhixiu and was kicked to the tree trunk.
The whole tree shook, leaves fell one after another, and Scar Dragon slid down to the root of the tree. Yang Zhixiu didn't pause at all. Just as he was waiting for the killing move, Scar Dragon suddenly took something out of his arms and shouted: "Stop!"
If you come forward again, I will detonate this thing and let all of you, including this unstable psychedelic formation, including this back mountain, be buried with me!"