Zhang Zhiran looked miserable, and raised his hands to Fei Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, Zhang was defeated here today. I have no face to stay anymore. I'm going to say goodbye." After saying that, without waiting for Fei Wuhen to reply, he waved his hand and swept down the mountain.
, more than a dozen disciples of the Divine Spear Sect bowed their heads and then retreated. After a while, only the disciples of the ten sects were left on Longshan.
After Zhang Zhiran led the people from the Shenqianmen to retreat, Huang Tiezhen suddenly walked out of the crowd, raised his hands to Fei Wuhen and said: "Master Fei, I, Huang Tiezhen, have no shame to stay here, so I will leave first."
Gu Daiyu shouted: "Senior, please stay..."
But Huang Tiezhen pretended not to hear, and ran down the mountain with five or six disciples from the Crazy Sword Sect with their heads lowered as if they were fleeing.
"Uncle Gu...this..." Gu Daiyu looked at Fei Wuhen with a sad face, pitiful and pitiful.
Fei Wuhen glanced at the remaining disciples of the nine sects, including his Tuxue Sect. Just when he was about to speak, the old Taoist slowly walked out and said with a solemn face: "Immeasurable Life Buddha, Master Fei Sect and Miss Gu.
But please rest assured, today we are here to eliminate evil and defend the Tao, not to fight for face. Pindao is willing to work with all the leaders to kill this little devil on Longshan Mountain and we will not give up."
A rare smile appeared on Fei Wuhen's face, "Fei is deeply grateful for the support of Taoist Master Nanfu Wushang and all the masters."
It turned out that this Taoist was Taoist Nanfu Wushang, whose reputation was still higher than that of Bei Gun Zhang Ran. He nodded solemnly, turned around, and the golden and white whisk in his hand cut through the air like a golden thread.
The silk swayed down from above, slowly hanging down, with clear roots, like a three-dimensional picture.
However, his face was filled with frost. He stared at Hanzi expressionlessly and said in a deep voice: "You devil, you can never come down from Longshan alive today."
Han Zi defeated both opponents and felt extremely relaxed. He was already confident. Hearing this, he laughed and said: "If I want to leave, let alone two or three hundred of you." He glanced at the nine disciples on Longshan Mountain and said arrogantly.
He said: "Even if there are thousands of troops, even if they are a hundred times more numerous, no one can stop me."
His eyes fell on Taoist Wushang, and he sneered: "It's just that you all have to do justice for heaven." Then his eyes flicked to the face of Gu Daiyu, who was pretending to be pitiful over there: "This little bitch wants to
He wants me to die without a burial place in order to avenge his father." His eyes turned to Taoist Wushang again, "If I don't help you, I'm afraid I'll be sorry for my words, Lu Mohan."
When Gu Daiyu met his knife-like gaze, she trembled in her heart and blinked her eyelids, but then she glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred. However, Hanzi had already retracted his gaze and did not look at her again.
, which made her grit her teeth with hatred. Looking at the tall and fearless figure not far away, she had a strong desire to conquer.
"What an arrogant boy, let Taoist teach you a lesson." Taoist Nanfu Wushang saw that he didn't take him seriously at all. He scolded angrily and shook the whisk, and the soft dust whiskers suddenly turned into sharp spears.
The sharp point cuts through the cold wind like a snake and stabs Hanzi's chest.
A gust of cold wind and snowflakes came, and the fire in the big cauldron to the north suddenly burned more fiercely than before. A green fire cloud emerged from the cauldron. Where the fire cloud ended, a faint smoke followed the cold wind on Longshan Mountain.
Drift away.
Han Zilang laughed, and the blood ax slashed out diagonally with a whoosh, facing Taoist Wushang's whisk. Where the force was strong, there was a snap, and Taoist Wushang's whisk was blocked and sent back.
Taoist Wushang gave a cold scolding, turned around and stabbed from bottom to top instead of picking, and picked Hanzi's upper abdomen.
Hanzi turned back to collect the axe, and the blood ax spun quickly in his hand. The heavy blood ax turned into a kitchen knife in the chef's hand. "Chu-cha-cha-cha" sounded several times in a row, and the sharp blood ax whirled on Taoist Wushang.
On the whisk whisk, all the whisk whisks formed by Taoist Wushang's condensation were chopped apart, and the sharp wind of the blood ax shook those whisk whisks flying straight.
It's just that this half-gold, half-white fly whisk is made of who knows what material, but it is so tough that even the sharpness of a blood ax cannot break it.
However, the Qianlong Qi transmitted from the Blood Ax caused Taoist Wushang to suffer a lot. He only felt a numbness from the violent shock after holding the dust, and the whisk almost wanted to fly out.
He was frightened, and he pushed hard, flying back three or four meters. However, he felt that the strength in his hand had not disappeared, and a huge force rushed from his hand into his chest. With a bang, his body
He involuntarily took another three or four steps back, and then he stood firm, but he still felt that the blood was surging in his chest, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He was busy using his kung fu to suppress it, but he was horrified in his heart, and thought to himself: "Could it be that this kid had a duel with Bei Qian Zhang Zhiran before?
At that time, he actually hid his hand and did not use his full strength?"
What he thought was right. During the duel between Hanzi and Zhang Zhiran, he saw that although Zhang Zhiran's moves were strict and sharp, he could not see any killing intent in his eyes. In addition, Xu Xian'er said
However, this person has always been upright. Although he didn't know how he came to Longshan to be his enemy this time, he still left him some face. Otherwise, with Hanzi's ability, Zhang Zhiran would only be able to block five moves.
But he showed no mercy when dealing with Taoist Wushang. The first move was to use the Qianlong Qi. If it weren't for the soft whisk of Taoist Nanfu Wushang that had dispelled part of the Qi he was pushing towards, I'm afraid he would have been killed here.
He was already injured in the first move, and he changed from a person without injuries to a person with internal injuries.
Suddenly, Hanzi smelled a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. The smell was very good. He didn't take it seriously. He took a few breaths subconsciously and suddenly felt something was wrong. As soon as the smell was inhaled into his body, he was suppressed by Qianlong Zhenqi.
The strange power in the sea of qi suddenly burst out into his body like a flood released from the gate. The Qianlong Zhenqi that he had always been proud of was wiped out without a trace in that instant.
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He was so shocked that he caught a glimpse of Gu Daiyu's proud smile from the corner of his eye, and thought to himself: "Damn, I've been fooled by this bitch again. It seems that the poison in the medicinal wine the day before yesterday was going to be used in another form."
Poison can be used as a trigger to activate it, and the sweet smell just now must be the drug that triggers the poison." But what he didn't understand was that with his young dragon body, even the poison of Danhe would not be able to do anything to him.
Hurt, why can't I deal with the poison inflicted by a bitch like Gu Daiyu?
Taoist Wushang was shocked inside. He was originally worried that he would take the opportunity to chase him and kill him, but he saw a strange look on his face and did not take the opportunity to chase him. He was secretly happy, although he didn't know the reason.
But he was happy to have a chance to breathe, so he quickly quickened his breath and regulated his breathing to suppress the turmoil in his internal organs.
