The old Taoist was shocked when he saw the runes scattered all over the sky in front of him being detonated in various ways. He was not shocked by the power of these runes. Although the power of hundreds of runes being detonated at the same time should not be underestimated, but with his current Nascent Soul
At the peak level of his early stage, the runes of these military formulas could not bring him much substantial harm. He was shocked that someone with such a prodigal attitude could scatter runes like paper money, without even thinking about it first.
Talking about the value of this rune, just this rune paper alone costs hundreds of dollars!
Of course, Ma Long didn't worry so much when he was angry, but he regretted it a little after throwing it out. He threw away all these attack runes. If he couldn't kill the opponent instantly, what would he rely on to defeat the opponent in a fight later? He was desperate to the end.
He could actually guess the percentage of instant kills. Even Yaoyao was defeated by him, and he could still see hundreds of runes.
The old Taoist waved the long sleeves of his Taoist robe with one hand and the thin sword in his hand with the other. In the baptism of water and fire, he barely managed to keep his clothes from being exposed. He resisted this wave, although it was not violent but very powerful.
After the damn offensive, although there was no substantial damage to the old man's body, he looked much more embarrassed than before.
I saw that his originally scanty hair was burnt a lot, and a piece of his left eyebrow was missing. The cuff of his left hand was completely burned off, exposing his withered arm. Although the clothes on his right were fine, they were still wet.
There was a large area, and what made him even more embarrassed was that even his crotch area was wetted by the strong water just now, as if he had been frightened to pee by the fierce attack he had just faced.
The old Taoist had a sullen face and glared at Ma Long, suspicious in his heart. He didn't know which sect the prodigal young man in front of him belonged to. He was really frightened by the momentum of the man who just threw a hundred talismans, and kept guessing who Ma Long was.
.
"Boy, who are you? Who is your master?" The old Taoist gave up making random guesses and asked directly.
Before Ma Long could speak, Feng Lingxue was the first to speak: "Taoist Master Qingsongzi, you are fine." She deliberately focused her eyes between the old Taoist's legs, and said with a soft smile, "Taoist priest, should you go back and change?"
Are you dressed?"
The old Taoist was not angered by these mocking words, he just glared at Feng Lingxue, and then said slowly: "It turns out that the wind angel is here. Are your hands going to reach out to the three of us?"
Feng Lingxue continued to laugh and said: "I'm just a small lower third-level angel, and I don't dare to provoke the Taoist priest. But today I followed the angel sister who was just promoted to the third-level angel to play in Beishan. I didn't expect that the Taoist priest would be allowed to enter.
The blessed land caused this conflict. You can look down on me, the three-day angel, but the three-day angel among you is trapped at your door, so you can't be disrespectful to her!"
"Don't come in?!" The old Taoist sneered several times, "What a noble status the three-day angel has and how powerful his supernatural power is, how could he be trapped by my small formation?" There was a sense of opposition to Feng Lingxue in his words.
The words were distrustful. However, he also knew that a new angel had just arrived in Zhongsan Santian. Although he had nothing to do with angels, he did not dare to be too presumptuous. However, this time the other party obviously came to find trouble on purpose.
That doesn't allow them to bully you at will.
Feng Lingxue said angrily: "You dare to be disrespectful to the angel. Do you know the background of Sword Angel? She is a retreating disciple of the head of the Sword Sect!"
"Jian Zong?!" The old Taoist's expression changed slightly, he looked at Ma Long and asked, "Is your kid also a member of Jian Zong?"
Feng Lingxue said first, "Yes, he is also from the Sword Sect!" Ma Long was speechless for a while after hearing this. She labeled herself as a disciple of the Sword Sect without permission, but looking at the old Taoist's face, it seemed that he was very fond of the Sword Sect.
fear.
But the old Taoist is not stupid either. He looked at Ma Long, shook his head and said, "No, all the disciples of the Jian Sect use swords. How can you use talismans when you come up? If you want to say that you are a disciple of the Fu Sect, it's almost the same." Ma Long listened.
He couldn't refute it in the end, he had never used a sword at all.
Being exposed on the spot, Feng Lingxue still argued: "Don't people from Jian Zong know how to use runes? To deal with humble Taoist priests like you, there is no need for swords from Jian Zong."
The old Taoist sneered again and again, "In that case, kid, show off your sword and let me see the power of your Sword Sect disciples!" As he said that, he waved the thin sword in his hand and attacked Ma Long.
When Ma Long saw this posture, he thought to himself: I am showing off my sword, I have no weapon at all! Feng Lingxue wanted to use the reputation of the sword sect to intimidate the other party, but he did not expect that the other party would not accept this trick at all, so this move was not enough
Need help?
Although he had the ability to predict the attack and direction of Lao Dao's sword, the speed of Lao Dao's sword was astonishing. Ma Long tried his best, but still could not completely dodge the sword, and received a blow on his lower right rib.
Fortunately, he was protected by the Golden Body Technique, but this blow also consumed a lot of the immortal energy in his body.
"Good boy, your golden body is indestructible!?" The old Taoist succeeded with one blow, but when he saw that the opponent was unharmed, he immediately understood, "I have never seen a disciple of the Sword Sect practice this kind of martial arts!" He said,
Swinging the sword and stabbing.
Ma Long was unarmed and could only fight the opponent with his bare hands, and the most profound kung fu he had ever learned was Tai Chi. However, facing a fast and sharp rapier, it was difficult for the two of them to protect themselves, let alone attack.
The fight lasted for four or five rounds, and Ma Long received several blows all over his body. If it weren't for the Golden Body Technique, he would have fallen to the ground by now.
What to do? Ma Long was passively beaten and didn't know what to do. This time the master was much more powerful than the little Taoist boy last time, and he had no room to fight back in front of him. The seventy-two techniques of Disha can be used.
There is still only the passive Golden Body Technique, and the others are useless.
"Broken!" Lao Dao suddenly shouted and swung out one false sword circle after another. Finally, the blade suddenly appeared from the middle and hit Ma Long directly in the heart. The explosive force of this sword was so fierce that it knocked Ma Long directly.
It flew two or three meters. The old Taoist quickly followed up, stepped on Ma Long's (chest), pointed the tip of his sword at Ma Long's neck, and asked: "Boy, do you still dare to lie and claim that you are from the Sword Sect?"
Ma Long just wanted to say that he never said he was from Jian Zong, but his eyes suddenly noticed Feng Lingxue who suddenly appeared behind Lao Dao and quickly changed his gestures, and then said softly, "Zhe!"
The old man turned around in surprise, but it was too late. A rune exploded in front of him, making him tremble.
"You just guessed it right, he is from the Fu Sect!" Feng Lingxue saw that she had succeeded with one blow, and asked with a smile, "How does this sealing talisman taste?"
