Chapter 231 Good news, good news, Wudang recruitment season has begun!
"The True Art of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder!"
"It's the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique!"
Among the four great sword techniques of Qingyun Sect, the one that appears most frequently is the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique.
One of the four true sword skills has been lost for a long time. At least for three generations from Tian Chengzi to Zhang Xiaofan, the Qingyun Sect has never appeared. The Seven-Star Sword Style and the Slaying Ghosts and Gods have also been discontinued many times.
It has been passed down from generation to generation without interruption.
This sword technique is the first to be easily practiced, and its power is no worse than the other three sects. It can also use the brilliant power of heaven to fight handsomely, showing the Taoist righteousness of an expert. Therefore, as long as the Qingyun sect reaches the realm of Shangqing, it is
If you try to practice it, you will become famous in the world.
As soon as the thunder came out, everyone in the mountain knew how powerful it was, and they all dispersed and fled in all directions.
It's just that since the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique is the signature skill of Qingyun Sect, it is famous all over the world and makes people feared, so how can it be so easy to avoid?
The lightning all over the sky was like a shower, carried by the strong wind, and scattered towards the surrounding area. The electric light meandered forward at an extremely fast speed, and as soon as it entered the eye, it was already there.
"Ah!"
Immediately, Tongtian Peak screamed in agony. With this move, at least thirty or forty members of the Demon Cult were killed on the spot. They were chopped into cokes under the power of thunder and lightning. The unpleasant smell of burning was in this Taoist sect.
The pure and famous mountain spreads.
After a whole set of procedures, the talents in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who can become weapons can be said to be one in a hundred. In that frontal battlefield, the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect do the work, especially the side poisoning support work.
The Poison God only felt that the small piece of iron opposite was like a majestic low mountain. He would have climbed over it no matter what, and even if he was not careful, he would not fall to his death.
Zhang Jing slapped the top of his son's head and said, "There is no limit to the distance. Use other moves. If you spread your arms, you will rub against this old woman's little flesh. Does he think you are a stinky hooligan like Uncle Zhou?"
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The eyes of the Poison God were cracked. Just when I was about to say that the people who died just now were all members of the Changsheng Hall, I still felt distressed in my heart. Now this sky-blue sword shadow rushed into the camp of my Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
But in close combat, we have learned it for seventeen years and truly got the essence of Zheng Tong Kung Fu.
"What a pious old lady, he dares!"
"Yes, that's what Uncle Zhou taught you." Zhang Xue didn't have the consciousness of being caught playing a gangster, so he answered naturally.
Suddenly, not a single Qingyun Sect disciple cheered softly, and then all the Qingyun Sect disciples yelled in a low voice at the same time. They turned around to fight with the demon sect members, but they all lost a little strength.
The melee moves also carried dragon balls, but instead of mana attacks, they were used as extensions of weapons, fists and kicks, attacking the two demon sects in an extremely mysterious and cunning way.
Even the disciples of the Demon Sect secretly wanted to remember that if they walked around the world a few days ago, they would definitely provoke the Guo Yu sect.
In short, this sword strike affected hundreds of people to death.
The figures of the first eight people were in the air at the same time, using the path that was absolutely possible in Xianjia's sword-controlling method, and changing positions at weird angles.
With a numb expression, Zhang Xue whispered the bad lines written for me by Wudang, and his voice, blessed by magic power, even resounded throughout the entire Qingyun Mountains, not to mention Tongtian Peak.
The battle between those eight people has long been the center of the battlefield at Tongtian Peak. Several people are distractedly waiting for the outcome of that battle, which will directly affect the morale of both parties.
However, they saw Zheng Tong and the other eight people dodging or avoiding, their men assuming the same posture, flicking and turning the ring blades in circles, turning around and smashing them together with the other ring blades.
"boom!"
Is this rare support going to fail?
The Poison God and Yuehua Fairy didn't know that it had only been eight months since Guo Yu and the eight people got the magic weapon. They were still on summer vacation for two months. They had spent a full month and a half in fighting and fighting, and they had beaten those eight people.
An old monster is unusual.
But no matter how slow I try, it still doesn't work. No matter how I blast out the poisonous mist or throw out the poisonous insects, the gray-green light all over my body flashes in a shocking way, as if I will be poisoned just by looking at it. I still wear the black iron heavy armor.
Encirclement.
Zhang Xue sighed, and all his magic power was poured into a Guo Yu. For a moment, there was a small orange-yellow light, as if there was a sun missing in the sky, and it made people open their eyes.
Zhang Xue dispersed his hands and pushed out, and the blue ball of light blew Duan Hou away. I looked at the direction Duan Hou flew away, glanced around, and said lightly: "Eight versus eight, it's one versus one.
"
"It's not exciting!" Guo Yu's message came again, "Come again. You can't hear it at all!"
However, the eight people from Zheng Tong did not show any signs of panic. They looked at each other and nodded to each other.
At this time, Shen Jianyu's face was turning blue and purple, and he had obviously received a message from Wudang. I used up my minimal self-control, and then I stretched out my hand and pulled Zhang Xue's sleeve and shouted: "That's OK, Master."
Nephew, the headmaster has said that he will give away magic weapons for free, so he has to subsidize it personally!"
There were also many who were far away who were scorched black by the electricity and couldn't afford to be seriously injured. Qingyun's disciples caught up with them and dealt with them in an instant.
"Zhenyi!"
At the same time, Fairy Yuehua tried to escape and angrily launched a counterattack towards Zhang Jing. However, Zhang Jing, who felt sorry for her son, hit her on the head with a backhand palm, and she was half-destroyed by my counterattack.
The punch severed the meridians, dispersed the magic power, and fell to the ground.
The eight members of the Demon Cult who were fighting at the core center of Tongtian Peak gritted their teeth. Duan Hou's curses were particularly angry. After all, this is where the leader of the cult came from. In order to show his courage, our people rushed to the back. The sword he just struck was fatal.
That's the least.
The eight people in the air breathed a sigh of relief.
"Say the words, say the words!"
"boom!"
Several people put down the weapons in their hands, stopped fighting, and looked up at the sky below Tongtian Peak. They saw a conspicuous package with a small ball floating around them.
"mean……"
Those two people are the two people with the lowest seniority in Qingyun Mountain apart from the leader, and they are also the two people with the deepest moral knowledge. With our strength, the damage caused to the members of the Demon Sect is immeasurable.
Even Zhang Jing saw that he was going up and cursed: "Zhang Xue, is he using some serious moves? Is that how Uncle Yang taught him?"
The expressions on the faces of the eight people who were originally so proud suddenly froze at the same time.
The Poison God directly exclaimed, "Fairy Yuehua, kill us and avenge Brother Duan!"
The sharp blade penetrated the flesh and the sound of gold and iron sounded almost at the same time. Guo Yu dispersed and saw eight people from Zheng Tong almost gathered together. The Poison God's attack fell into the air. Zhang Jing used the black iron heavy sword as a shield.
Blocked the ring blade slashing from the side.
Green light flashed, and he turned around and rushed into the formation of the special disciples of the Demon Sect from two directions with Zhen Yu.
Seeing that Zheng Tong's eight people were defeated, each of the Qingyun Sect disciples felt nervous.
"Bad news, bad news, Zheng Tongpai's new semester enrollment season is over! From college to junior high school, a full set of education, from after class to before class, all-round tutoring. Step by step, climb to the top, seventeen-year academic system
, help him reach the immortal path!"
"It's bad." Zhang Xue took a deep breath. I am the senior one out there. It is said that you are going to hell, but we are all forcing you to go.
"Dad, should I use a single whip or a moving block to hit him first? Even if he can use the Sky-shattering Iron Palm, why is he still using the Half-Step Collapse Fist?"
"Uncle Master, really, do you really want to say that?" Zhang Jing's face was twitching. I never thought that someone who was eighty years older than me would still do such a shameful thing.
Zhang Jing immediately glared at Shen Jian Yu, who looked guilty.
Just entering the level of entry is enough to go from ten to four or four. After cultivating to a certain level, you have to breathe poisonous mist and drink poison to weaken the toxicity in the magic power. After cultivating to a low and deep place, you also need to cultivate poisonous insects.
Use your own blood to make a contract.
The rise of Zhang Jing Da was based on strength-enhancing exercises such as "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" and "Mangniu Xiaoli Jue" which were modified and integrated by Wudang and Zhang Bafeng. The sword was wielded in the way of cannon boxing, like a mountain torrent.
Like hitting the Poison God on the head.
"Ghost King! What is he waiting for!"
A golden beam of light shot up in mid-air, exploding so much that Zhang Xue, who had just defeated the Eight Demons of the Demon Sect and was in the limelight, was covered in white.
As for whether Duan Hou is dead or can be saved, that is basically within the scope of consideration. What else does he want after helping him get revenge?
The Poison God Ninja yelled.
"bad!"
That's why we, the Eight Small Valve Leaders of the Demon Sect, planned to take a preemptive strike, injure or even kill Lei Zhen, and then lock Zhen Yu. Who would have thought that the one being locked up would be ourselves.
Zhang Xue kicked Guo Yuxi away and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You name a number. It's only limited to 100 people who sign up on the spot. I'll get you off right away!"
Duan Hou was bleeding all over his body, and he struggled to spit out a few words, "Our opponent is you..."
No matter how we thought about it, we clearly had the upper hand just now. Even if we were attacked by martial arts sneak attacks, we would not be able to defeat them, but how could we be completely suppressed in an instant?
"Clang!"
"none of your business."
Shen Jian Yu: "They said your father could carry you on his back?"
Fairy Yuehua let out a sweet scold, and Guo Yu's ring blade burned brightly. Countless huge and small ring-shaped haloes struck at Zheng Tong and the eight people, and the Poison God's poisonous mist followed closely behind, blocking the route that the eight people could not avoid.
But at this time, Lei Zhen also stood up from the ground, looked into the sky, clasped his fists, and said, "Thank you eight for your help."
Duan Hou flipped his wrist, and Guo Yu hit Yiyang Gui twice in vain, sending Zhang Xueqian flying. I laughed in the air: "Senior, even they dare to fight with you!"
The morale of those in the righteous path is like a rainbow. The light under the magic weapon is a little brighter. Even some disciples who have reached the seventh level of Yuqing and are able to control the magic weapon are desperately holding up Fan Tie's sword to hack and kill. In the chaos of the battle
In the middle, the unlucky guy was hacked and killed by a disciple who had the magic weapon to control him.
"彳庍口巴."
"Uncle Taishi said that listening is seeing, and he was about to hear it!" Wudang's voice transmission was threatening, "The voice is so loud, you still want to be the eighth generation leader Zheng Tong? Slow down, keep your voice low, and I will sacrifice the magic weapon to you.
!”
The two demon sect had never seen that kind of move before. They were beaten for a while and were in a hurry, moving forward step by step.
"boom!"
"Uncle Taishi, can you please tell me." Even Zhang Xue, who has been following Wudang for many years, didn't accept it.
"Ah?" Zhang Xue made a displeased face, "Uncle Taishi, you can still hear and hear, but you are always too young and deaf?"
In the ears of Guo Yu and others, a sound as soft as the buzzing of mosquitoes was heard at the same time.
Bad is a shameless sect!
"Pfft!"
The practice of Wan Du Sect is particularly simple. To get started, you must first be bitten by poisonous insects and let the toxins enter the body. Only then can you practice poison skills and select talents suitable for practice.
That is exactly "Tai Chi Sword Technique."
"bad!"
"Screw it, you just passed today. It doesn't matter if you are poor, the important thing is that the family members who want to cultivate immortality in Zhengtong can get benefits! If you sign up on the spot today, you will get free tuition and a free four-day magic weapon!"
Next to my son Zhang Xue, the fighting styles of father and son complement each other. The Poison God and Duan Hou they smashed stopped and fell.
A pot exploded under Tongtian Peak.
"New students will receive a complete set of low-level exercises as a gift upon admission. This is a limited time offer. I will give you some attention from Zheng Tong. Sign up on site to win free tuition and free magic weapons!"
"Smelly bastard!"
"Enrolled Guo Yu, personally taught by the little grandmaster who defeated the leader of the Qingyun Sect, and personally guided by the Turtle Immortal who beat up the leader of the Demon Sect. Zheng Tong, the choice to become an immortal, Zheng Tong, the choice to live forever! The leader of the righteous path, choose Zheng Tong!
"
Eight people formed a formation, and Zhang Xue took the lead, using his mind-destroying claws and clawing at Fairy Yuehua's face with every move. The old ladies were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they screamed again and again.
The eight people seemed to have no special understanding. The Poison God and Yuehua Fairy beside Duan Hou also had green and purple rays of light, and they all pressed down.
Hearing this, the figure carrying the sky-blue fairy sword glanced at the center of the battle warmly, and then showed a respectful expression. The sky-blue Guo Yu flashed, moving with the sword, and plunged into the crowd again, "
The "Tian Ya" fairy sword is meant to cut off the lives of people in the demon sect.
On the side of the Demon Cult, their morale has obviously dropped, and they are fighting and advancing.
"Say!" Guo Yu's tone was doubtful.
The eight people lifted up the cloud ladder and jumped up. Under the incredulous gazes of the two demon sect members, they approached like ghosts, wielding knives, dancing with swords, and punching and kicking.
Before the two of them finished speaking, two dragon balls, one white and one green, appeared at the same time behind the path that Zhenyi and Lei Zhen must pass, stopping the two evil gods with double mowers.
"Fuck!"
At the same time, Duan Hou also shouted: "Are the seven holy envoys just watching the silence?"
In the end, it was the Eight Little Valve Leaders of the Demon Sect who had extraordinary moral practices and calm composure. Their magic weapons and Taoist techniques were scattered everywhere. They were strange and dangerous. They managed to quickly reverse the situation and even beat up eight people who had only been on the spiritual path for seventeen years.
Zheng Tong's disciples ended their attack and turned to defense.
Then let the old lady Zhenyi kill indiscriminately with her sword. The Poison God said that all the disciples he trained with hundreds of years of hard work died violent deaths. How can I be relieved?
Catched by Zhang Xue's gaze, both Qingyun disciples and members of the Demon Cult took a step forward, and the originally empty central circle expanded inwards by two more circles.
and Wu-Tang’s Dirty Heart.
Zhang Xue's Guo Yu formed a star formation to hold the Yin Yang Mirror's Dragon Ball, while Shen Jianyu's long sword pierced Duan Hou's left chest and cut it out from the side of his ribs.
The white tiger sword flashed, and the trajectory of Qinglian Sword Song and Holy Spirit Sword Technique forced the Poison God to advance continuously. Those old monsters who had just started learning from the beginning were about to improve their cultivation and fight with each other. Who had ever seen such a close-up attack?
One of the mysterious tricks is to pay attention and be stabbed into the abdomen by the divine sword Yuichi.
Zhang Xue looked at my father suspiciously, "Do you want to betray the master?"