Sima Zifeng and the blood-robed monk had already rushed out of the sword formation. The former immediately stopped his hand, but the monk in the monk's robe was really murderous. He let out a roar in his throat and slashed with his sleeves. For a moment, the Xuanqing Temple disciples nearby
There were many miserable calls, and in the blink of an eye, he was injured several more times.
Seeing the massacre of his fellow disciples, Chang Taozi was so angry that his beard and hair stood straight. He unsheathed his sword and jumped down from the roof, shouting: "The traitor is vicious, please pay with your life quickly!"
The long sword appeared like a flying rainbow in mid-air, rolling horizontally and barely landing in front of the building, but suddenly the silver light shone, and a silver scimitar withdrew from the sky full of silver stars, and quickly swept down to intercept the long sword.
The visitor sneered and said: "Nine people besieged one person, and they all deserved to die. Others think that your Xuanqing Temple's Nine Palaces and Bagua Sword Formation is incomparable, but our Heavenly Yin Sect regards it as child's play. If you are used to it,
If you want to bully the few, why don't you call out all the miscreants and set up a Xuanqing Sword Formation, so that I don't have to look for them one by one."
Chang Tiaozi was so angry that he was speechless at these words. He shouted loudly and slashed out with his sword. Immediately, a wave of rippled swords surged in front of him, as if dozens of swords were overlapping and attacking each other.
Come.
Zhu Biao had clearly seen the appearance of the Silver Sword Man, but he was only in his twenties or thirties. No wonder he called himself Young Master. The man just smiled coldly and arrogantly, "This move is quite decent."
Turning slightly to one side, stepping on Bagua, moving forward, the silver sword suddenly transformed into a dazzling silver light and rushed forward. The moves were strange, and the scimitar was unpredictable and spicy.
Chang Zhuozi saw the arrogant look on his face and cursed in his heart: "You are arrogant!" He wanted to show his opponent how powerful he was.
Suddenly his wrist shook, the green light surged, and the sword was like a flying rainbow. In an instant, he struck out twelve swords, changing eight sword paths in a row. In an instant, the air was filled with sword energy, and the sound of hissing through the air was loud.
The man with the silver sword couldn't help but shuddered when he saw it. He calmed down his arrogance on his face. The silver sword danced out quickly, and a set of strange "Phantom Sword Techniques" was launched. The silver light transformed into a starry sky and shrouded the green man's head.
superior.
For a moment, two rays of green and silver brilliance filled the sky, flowing all over the place, making it difficult to distinguish people.
At this time, the two "Nine Palaces and Bagua Sword Formations" that surrounded the blood-robed monk and Sima Zifeng had all collapsed. Except for the deceased, the rest of the Xuanqing Temple Taoist priests retreated one after another.
The blood-robed monk looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "It's ridiculous that Xuanqingguan is also a big sect in northern Xinjiang. It only knows how to fight in groups and besiege, and wins with more. Is there a decent person who can do a few tricks with Buddha alone?"
In an instant, all the Xuanqing Temple Taoists in front of the stone tower suddenly changed their expressions. On the roof of the building, the silver-bearded Taoist reached out and took off the long sword on his back, and was about to jump out. But Zhu Biao felt that he had come to help others with his fists.
It was time to step forward at this time, and he immediately said loudly: "Senior, as a respected leader, how can I dare to fight against these murderous people who deserve to die? I will stay here to deal with this evil obstacle that deserves to be sent to Avici Hell."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped into the arena and landed in front of the blood-robed monk. When the silver-bearded old Taoist saw Zhu Biao rushing out first, he secretly muttered "Infinite Heavenly Lord" in his heart.
This Blood Sea monk has killed countless evildoers. If his martial arts were not real, he would have been cleared out by the Buddhist sect. If he went out on his own, he was really not sure of victory, but if he lost, who would protect the stone tower? If the master uncle was attacked by surprise, then what would happen to him?
Xuanqingguan's thousand-year reputation was completely ruined.
The Blood Sea Monk is about to provoke the old Taoist to appear, so as to create opportunities for the two masters of the light and dark ways. No matter what kind of attention the white Taoist people use tonight, as long as they can really severely damage a white Taoist master, it will be a victory.
Unexpectedly, a young and handsome boy ran out halfway. He had never seen Zhu Biao before. He didn't know how powerful Zhu Biao was, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "There is really no one in Xuanqing Temple, how can we let a boy come out?"
Die!"
Zhu Biao just smiled coldly, "I heard you clearly, Huzhou Chen Boring. When you go to Avici Hell, don't know who saved you." If you add the word "Huzhou", let those who are interested worry about it.
This is also one of Zhu Biao's purposes tonight.
The Blood Sea monk immediately opened his eyes. "Young man is looking for death——"
He opened his big hand and grabbed Zhu Biao's chest. This move was neither pretentious nor planned. It was simply contemptuous.
Sima Zifeng's face changed drastically, "Be careful..." but it was too late to say the other two words.
Zhu Biao stood upright with a sneer on his face. Monk Xuehai was looking for trouble on his own, and no one could save him.
Rong Rong's five fingers almost touched the monk's chest. With a sudden breath of internal energy, his chest sunk inward, and with one move, he struck at the wrist of the blood sea monk as fast as lightning.
Monk Xuehai stretched his five fingers to the limit, but when they touched Zhu Biao's chest, he felt that they had slipped into the glass, and he could not exert any force at all. Seeing Zhu Biao raise his hand to grab it, he couldn't help being surprised, knowing that he had underestimated him. He quickly sank his wrist.
As soon as he threw away his big sleeve, he let out a shout, and the wind from his sleeve blew towards Zhu Biao's chest.
Zhu Biao's hand on the buckle did not change, and he only shook his left arm. The kung fu on the sleeves, Liu Yun Feixiu, was no worse than that of a monk. The sleeves suddenly turned outwards, and there was a muffled bang, and the sides became hard.
After checking each other, they both involuntarily took a step back.
Zhu Biao still had a sneer on his lips, but Blood Sea Monk's left hand opened three blood marks.
The latter then pushed in to avoid Zhu Biao's grasp, but he did not completely avoid it. Zhu Biao left three blood marks on his hand.
Monk Blood Sea was horrified, knowing that the handsome young man in front of him who seemed to be only twenty years old was actually a formidable enemy and should not be trifled with. However, he was born with a vicious temperament, and being exposed to blood, he really felt very embarrassed. At that moment
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward. He let out a sharp roar in his mouth, flew his sleeves together, and was as fast as a hurricane and as fast as a rainstorm. In an instant, he attacked Zhu Biao with eleven moves.
At that moment, a strong wind blew, rocks and sand flew, and everything within a radius of three feet was covered by a red cloud.
Zhu Biao was not afraid of the fierce Blood Sea Monk at all. He knocked down his palms and jumped into the red cloud. As soon as he got started, he used the "Ice Divine Palm" that he had just mastered.
This set of palm techniques derived from the cold nature technique can be said to have been mastered by Zhu Biao in one fell swoop in a short period of time. There are no obstacles or bottlenecks at all, and the nine-yin internal power of Jiu-yin Zhihan is used as the basis.
The foundation, "Ice God Palm" was practiced by Zhu Biao to the highest level in less than an hour. As soon as these two palms were used, a white cold air rose up around Zhu Biao's body, and the sky was filled with the blood sea monk's
The blood clouds were mixed together, one red and one white soon became distinct.
In front of everyone, Zhu Biao did not make himself too special. "The Great Shift of the Universe" can also be regarded as his trump card. All the masters of magic appeared tonight, so he might as well keep it for now.
Moreover, Zhu Biao felt itchy in his heart if he didn't use it after he learned the new kung fu.
The two of them were full of murderous intentions towards each other, and the battle between offense and defense was extremely dangerous. From time to time, there were sounds like "canopy" and "bang", and it was not uncommon for the two sides to use their palms to fight each other.
Chang Mingzi and Chang Zhenzi saw it from a distance and couldn't help but frown. Although they agreed that Zhu Biao was very powerful, they still didn't think that Zhu Biao's internal strength could match that of the Blood Sea Monk who had become famous for a long time. The silver-bearded Taoist was pretty good.
Conscience, my feet have slowly moved forward from the center of the roof to the eaves, ready to pounce at any time for rescue.
At this moment, there was another loud earthquake. Chang Zhuzi spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back eight feet. However, after catching his feet, his pale face immediately regained its vitality.
The man with the silver knife fell more than a foot away with a thud, stood up unsteadily and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. The injury was much more serious than that of Chang Taozi.
Chang Zhuozi was quickly helped back up by two Taoist priests from Xuanqingguan. The man with the silver sword seemed to be out of luck and fell to the ground in a daze with no one to help him up. He was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Huh?" The sallow-faced old man snorted, and then a magic master flew out and landed in front of him, grabbed it and jumped back.
However, the sallow-faced old man was getting impatient with fighting like this. He took two steps forward, regarded the silver-bearded old man as nothing, and said directly to Shilou: "Ning He Lao Niubi, Xuan Qingguan, everyone here respects you, why don't you just get out of here
You are as strong as I am, but you are hiding in the building so timidly, what kind of thing do you think you are?"
The stone building was silent, and not a single sound came from it. But the old man with silver beard was furious, "Humph——" He roared angrily, like a thunder that exploded in everyone's ears. This old man's skill is also deep and pure,
It has also reached the realm of Tongxuan.
Wanfeng Ghost King didn't care at all. As long as he didn't take that step, people like Yinbeard Lao Dao would not pose a threat to him. You must know that the people in the world who are competing against each other are innate masters, not those who have perfected the martial arts.
Because although the latter state is difficult to achieve, everyone who reaches this state is a rare martial arts wizard, but the number of such people in all sects and sects in the world is definitely higher than the number of innate masters.
Those who can reach the perfection of martial arts must be martial arts prodigies, and those who can reach the innate realm must not only be the most prodigies among martial arts prodigies, but also have great luck. If the two are combined, those who have perfected martial arts and are promoted to innate masters will be rare.
One.
If you can't take one step, it's the difference between cloud and mud.
"Ning He Lao Niubi, since you don't want to come out by yourself, I will come to the door myself -" Wanfeng Ghost King waved his hand back, and his intention was conveyed, that is, he would kill you ruthlessly.
His body disappeared, and the next moment he rushed from mid-air to the stone building. He gathered the strength with his two palms and was about to swing them down hard.
"Bold—" The silver-bearded old man jumped down from the roof of the building. His ancient pine sword was swung in mid-air, and a stream of evil energy like a falling rainbow came down from the top and struck directly at the head of Wanfeng Ghost King.
While Zhu Biao was fighting with the Blood Sea monk, he was always paying attention to the situation outside. The moment the Wanfeng Ghost King rose into the air, the figures of more than a dozen demon masters spread out in an instant, like a big net towards the stone.
The building came rushing.
One of the bright lights flew down from the top of his head. The crystal light whirled rapidly in the sky. Zhu Biao knew at a glance that the person coming had great skills. He immediately stepped back and leaned back, placing his palms flat on the ground and condensing his whole body's skills to quickly split the crystal light.
There was a loud thunderclap, and Sima Zifeng rose into the sky again from the wolf smoke. Just as Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a black shadow rushing towards him from the side, and a smelly wind was already less than five feet away. , Zhu Biao snorted angrily, and remained calm in the face of danger. He straightened his body and turned sideways in the air. The smelly energy passed dangerously under his body. If he was slower, he might be hit by poisonous palms. (To be continued.) Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
