Wang Teng sneered, this old man really has two skills, but the stronger he is, the more he likes him.
"Sword God Tyrant Jue, kill!"
At that moment, Wang Teng shouted coldly, and a dark war knife appeared in his hand. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed hard.
He has studied this method for a long time, and now he finally understands its essence, and when he performs it, it is quite shocking.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and moon were dim, lightning flashed and thunder occurred, and visions of wind and rain appeared.
The power of Bajiquan has become much weaker, like a little rabbit seeing an eagle, feeling trembling and trembling.
"Sword God Tyrant Jue, how is this possible?"
The elder's pupils suddenly shrank and he lost his voice.
Dao Ba did not leave it behind back then, and it became a pain to the Immortal Mansion.
Now that he was being taught by Wang Teng, he was surprised.
Then he was extremely annoyed, why was this kid so perverted?
He will most likely be defeated by this attack.
Bang bang bang... Sure enough, the two collided. Wang Teng's indestructible sword light seemed to be able to cut open the eternity of the universe. Zhuang Lao's eight fist seals immediately shattered and opened like a chicken and a tile dog, turning into pieces.
Fragments of energy fall down.
Every time the fist seal exploded, Mr. Zhuang felt a fierce counterattack, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth and taking a step back.
After all eight fist seals were exploded, he took a total of eight steps backward, vomited eight mouthfuls of blood, and his breath became extremely sluggish, as if he had aged ten thousand years.
Wang Teng's sword was still slashing with force. If it hit Mr. Zhuang, he would be split in half and die tragically on the spot.
The elder was finally shocked and said in horror: "No..." He didn't want to die.
Many people were also outraged. Could it be that Wang Teng wanted to kill an elder on the spot?
The feud between Mr. Zhuang and him is not that deep. If he kills all Mr. Zhuang, the sect will inevitably cause great fluctuations.
When the Supreme Elders come forward again, Wang Teng will face huge punishment.
Buzz! When Wang Teng finally sheathed his sword, he was only an inch away from Mr. Zhuang's head. If he had been a ten thousandth of a second later, Mr. Zhuang would have been a corpse.
He kept his hand slashing forward and said with a cold smile: "Is the needle aimed at me now?"
The terrifying murderous intent on the sword is still there.
Mr. Zhuang's forehead was dripping with sweat uncontrollably, and his legs were shaking.
"I...I won't take it personally..." Finally, he smiled bitterly, his face turning red.
Wang Teng's momentum was so terrifying that he was a little timid. If he didn't give in, he might really be struck to death in one fell swoop.
"That's pretty much it."
Wang Teng sneered, lowered his arms, and the breath in his body immediately became restrained like a tide, and the sword light also dissipated.
Mr. Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief. He almost sat down on the ground, feeling like he had retrieved a small life from the gate of hell.
"In that case, I'll take my leave."
Wang Teng smiled at Mr. Zhuang, put away his black sword and turned to leave.
Mr. Zhuang wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. What happened today was too embarrassing.
It is truly a generation of talented people.
His era has really passed, and he can't fight this guy.
...Walking on the way down the mountain, Yan Wushuang looked at Wang Teng with her beautiful eyes from time to time.
It's like there are two flowers growing on Wang Teng's face.
"how?
Am I handsome?"
Wang Teng touched his nose and smiled.
"Bah..." Yan Wushuang blushed and spat. When did this guy become so thick-skinned? He smiled and said: "Your fighting power is still so strong. It seems that I have to restrain my contempt for you before."
Wang Teng smiled hoarsely.
"I look forward to us joining forces to go to the Qihua Mountains. We must perform well then and win glory for our Beihua Immortal Mansion."
Yan Wushuang was eager to try.
The six immortal mansions compete with each other in the world of gods, and there is great friction.
Beihua Immortal Mansion ranks very low among the six Immortal Mansion, and has been ridiculed by the other five Immortal Mansion.
This time during the trip to the Qihua Mountains, I met disciples from other immortal mansions, and maybe the disciples from the Beihua Immortal Palace would suffer even more.
She had long wanted to teach the other disciples of the Immortal Palace a lesson, let them know how powerful the Beihua Immortal Palace was, and give the Immortal Palace a chance.
Now I finally have the opportunity, I'm very excited and can't wait.
Wang Teng nodded, he had also heard about the embarrassing situation of Beihua Immortal Mansion.
After all, he is also a close disciple of the Palace Master. If he goes to the Qihua Mountains this time and other disciples of the Immortal Palace dare to oppress them, he will not hold back.
He also held back his anger towards the people in the other five immortal mansions.
I heard that there are too many places that bully Beihuaxianfu.
"Senior Brother Wang Teng, it's not good."
At this moment, an anxious voice suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
A disciple dressed as a servant came in a hurry.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Teng asked.
This is his handyman from Nangong Peak.
"Ziyue, Qiangwei, Xuan Xun, and Wu Qingcheng were visiting the mountains behind Nangong Peak when they suddenly fell into a cave and disappeared."
The handyman disciple said with a crying tone.
"What?"
Wang Teng was startled that such a thing could happen.
"Be careful, the mountain behind Nangong Peak is a strange place, something may go wrong."
Yan Wushuang's expression changed.
There have always been rumors that the mountain behind Nangong Peak is very evil. Once upon a time, some supreme elders were attacked there for unknown reasons and were seriously injured and dying.
When Nangongling was in charge of Nangongfeng, they were very taboo about the back mountain and did not dare to set foot on it at will.
"Come on, let me go take a look!"
Wang Teng had a premonition that something was not good and said anxiously.
He stayed at Nangong Peak for a short time, so naturally he didn't know that there was such a secret in the back mountain, and he prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to the girls.
If something happens to him, it will be a huge pain for him.
Whoa! After saying that, he used Chasing Stars and Chasing Moon Steps, and disappeared here in an instant, turning into a stream of light.
The same goes for Yan Wushuang.
.........Boom! On the mountain behind Nangong Peak, there was a jet-black smoke billowing upwards, covering the sky. The aura was terrifying and boundless, as if something terrifying had appeared.
At this time, many disciples had gathered around the mountain, and the elders were watching.
There has always been peace in the Immortal Mansion, but this is the first time such a strange thing has happened.
When Wang Teng came here, his expression changed instantly. This was demonic energy, such strong demonic energy.
How could there be demonic energy in the back mountain?
"Oops, it seems that the legend is true. There is an ancient god and demon sealed at the bottom of this mountain range, and he is about to break the seal and escape."
The master of the palace also came, standing on the top of a mountain with a slender figure, muttering to himself.
This is a very old rumor, it has been seven to eight hundred thousand years ago, and it has long been forgotten by the people of the Immortal Mansion.
Some people think that this is completely unfounded, and later generations gradually do not take it to heart.
Now it's obviously real. This demonic energy is more terrifying than imagined.
"Purple Moon, Rose, Qingcheng, Xuan Xun, Qing Donkey..." Wang Teng became more anxious and rushed towards the source of the demonic energy.
