Chapter three hundred and eighty first class grabbing power
Outside Jinguan City, there is a Taoist temple with great incense.
The entire Taoist temple is composed of dozens of buildings. It is large in scale and covers a large area. It is one of the largest in the entire Sichuan and Sichuan land.
It was a clear and sunny day, and there were a lot of pilgrims coming and going in the front hall of the Taoist temple. From time to time, I would receive a large number of worshippers, but I was happy to know that the Taoist priests and the Taoist boys under my command were invisible.
However, in the back hall of the Taoist temple, which is forbidden to outsiders, the atmosphere is now filled with chills.
The two Taoists, one old and one young, were facing each other nervously, their eyes flashing and their auras strong. They were both rare masters in the world.
"Master, you are old, it's time to step down and give way to someone worthy of your position!"
The young Taoist's face was full of arrogance, the long sword in his hand buzzed softly, and he had an aggressive attitude all over his body. He looked directly at the old Taoist opposite and said coldly: "Our Taoist ancestor's true lineage has developed to a great stage in the hands of the master.
At the end of the day, it’s time for me to innovate as a Taoist apprentice!”
"Traitor, you are so brave, aren't you afraid that the sharp sword in the master's hand will kill you?"
The old Taoist had an angry look on his face. It was absolutely uncomfortable to be forced into a corner by his direct disciples. He sneered with murderous intent in his heart and said angrily: "If you want me to abdicate in favor of a worthy person, then let my subordinates see the truth!"
"Master, that disciple is offended!"
The young Taoist chuckled, and suddenly his body swayed into a stream of light, and he instantly jumped in front of the old Taoist and slapped it with his palm.
The old Taoist's expression changed and he waved his hand as well.
boom!
The two palms struck each other in the air, and there was a huge sound. The old Taoist's face turned red and he involuntarily stepped back. His eyes were full of horror: "You have actually broken through the innate?"
"Hey, if the disciple doesn't have any real ability, how dare he ask the master to abdicate in favor of someone more talented?"
The young Taoist flew backwards and landed firmly on the ground, and said confidently: "There is something even more surprising to the master. Master, please give me a sword blow from my disciple!"
As soon as the word 'sword' was finished, the young Taoist man leaned forward again like a ghost. The long sword in his hand stabbed straight into the old Taoist's chest like lightning. The sword roared with fierce and domineering energy, and a destructive momentum suddenly rose up that pushed everything.
, along with the layers of strength on the long sword, it exerted extremely astonishing power.
"No, you actually mastered the Ziwu Sword Gang!"
The old Taoist's face changed drastically, and he swayed backwards. The sword in his hand also issued a domineering sword sword, and he swung the sword fiercely towards the incoming attack.
Boom!
The two swords struck each other and made a loud thunder-like sound. The old Taoist's face turned red and he suddenly spit out a blood arrow. His body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off. He suffered serious internal injuries after just one hard-fought move.
He flew backwards for three or four feet, then stepped back for more than ten steps with his feet. Only then did he manage to stabilize his crumbling body, and forcefully swallowed the blood that was about to spurt out. His chest felt tight and painful, and his internal organs were struck by the sword.
The aftermath of the shock shifted slightly, and his condition was quite bad at this time.
The young Taoist was also hit by the sword and flew back, but his face was a little flushed but his body was not seriously injured. His feet landed firmly on the ground and he was calm and relaxed. His condition was not a bit better than that of the old Taoist.
"Master, it seems that your previous injuries have not healed well!"
Seeing the old Taoist in such a miserable state, the young Taoist actually burst out laughing and said with joy: "God help me, Mr. Zuo, today I have decided on the foundation of the true lineage of Taoist ancestors!"
At this point, seeing that the old Taoist was just gasping for air and not speaking, the young Taoist sneered and said: "Master, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, then don't blame me for being rude to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed forward like a ghost, and in an instant he came to a foot in front of the old Taoist. His eyes were shining and he said coldly: "Master, please tell the truth!"
As he spoke, his eyes flashed coldly, and the sword in his hand roared, with layers of Gang Qi on it and it suddenly thrust out with a violent force. It looked like the posture was going to kill the old Taoist!
The old Taoist's eyes were full of despair and he felt as if he was dead. At this time, his physical condition was no longer able to take action. The secret Taoist did not die in the hands of Baidao's gang, but actually died in the hands of his own disciples. He was really unwilling to accept it!
call out!
But at this moment, a cold light suddenly flew out of the main hall with the open door behind Lao Dao.
The stream of light was like a shooting star chasing the moon, drawing a wonderful and unusual arc in the sky, carrying an inexplicable charm, and went straight to the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of the young Taoist.
"Not good, dangerous!"
Alarm bells rang in the young Taoist's heart, and a breath of death gripped his mind tightly, as if he might die directly in the next moment.
Buzz!
The innate true energy in the body was roaring, the long sword in his hand was buzzing continuously, and the sword gangs enveloped the sword body like wind scrolls. The long sword that was originally pierced suddenly retracted, and instantly turned into a sword gang energy wall to protect the body tightly.
Extremely, leaving no gaps.
In the mind, the warning sign not only did not disappear, but became stronger.
Ding!
There was a sound of metal clashing, and the young Taoist's body was shaken as if he had been hit hard. The long steel sword covered with violent sword swords in his hand suddenly turned into pieces of iron. His chest heaved sharply, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His body was like a willow.
The floating catkins flew out.
call out!
Another heart-rending scream sounded, and both the old Taoist and the young Taoist felt their hearts tighten. A cold light flashed before their eyes, and a willow leaf was inserted into the bluestone ground less than half an inch in front of the young Taoist's toes.
Like a flying knife.
Silence, deathly silence!
Both the old Taoist and the young Taoist were pale at this moment and their breathing was extremely weak, as if they were frightened by the two sudden flying knives.
Fortunately, they had just been fighting for the foundation of the true lineage of Taozu. Unexpectedly, there was a mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, and there was actually a master with amazing hidden weapon skills hidden in the background.
Why are you still fighting?
The master and the apprentice were devastated for a moment, and no longer had any lofty ambitions.
"Master, let's go, we are no longer welcome here!"
At this moment, a young man in Taoist robes with an average stature of ten years old walked out of the back hall. The baby fat on his face was very conspicuous. What was even more conspicuous was the willow leaf flying knife he held in his right hand.
The eyes of the old Taoist and the young Taoist suddenly widened, and they looked at the young man in Taoist clothing with disbelief and shock.
"Junior Brother Lei Hu, was it you who threw the flying knife just now?"
When he said this, the young Taoist felt his throat was dry and itchy, and his heart was full of nervousness and deep jealousy.
"Ahu, since when did you have such ability?"
The old Taoist had a surprised look on his face, a hint of excitement flashed deep in his eyes, and he looked at the young man dressed as a Taoist and asked.
"Master, it's just a little trick, as long as it can scare Senior Brother Zuo!"
The young man in Taoist attire smiled slightly, and without looking at the young Taoist priest who was full of anger and could not hide his resentment, urged: "Master, let's go, there is no room for us here!"
"All right!"
The old Taoist took a long breath, glanced at the familiar Taoist temple with a look of reluctance and reluctance, and said resolutely: "You are very good, Zuo Youxian. Since you feel that your wings are hardened and you want to snatch the foundation of the Taoist lineage, the old Taoist will help you.
I just hope you won’t regret it in the future!”
After saying that, he flew into the apse of the temple in a flash, neatly packed his few clothes and luggage and prepared to leave.
Outside, the young Taoist Zuo Youxian stared at the young man in Taoist attire in surprise. The fear in his heart did not diminish, but he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly: "Junior brother is so capable. I didn't expect that he even hid it from the master and senior brother."
Come on, how did you learn the art of flying knives with your hands?"
"Haha, Senior Brother Zuo has been working diligently all day long to cultivate the unique skills of the true lineage of Lian Daozu. Naturally, he has no time or leisure to pay attention to such a transparent person like me!"
The young boy in Taoist attire chuckled lightly. He was as still as a mountain but still had the air of a master. He held a small willow-leaf flying knife firmly in his hand, which made Zuo Youxian, who had reached the realm of innateness, not dare to act rashly.
"As for the skill of flying knives, it's no more than Xiao Dao'er's. It involves a little bit of the use of mystical skills. I think it won't take long for Senior Brother Zuo to understand the key!"
However, he secretly sighed in his heart. It was indeed a world of high martial arts. In the world of low and medium martial arts, the flying knife technique was almost unmissable, but it was actually blocked by Zuo Youxian, who had just stepped into the innate world in front of him.
Of course, there was no disappointment in his heart. At this time, he was still young and very weak, and his strength was not as strong as Baiyi's in his prime. The power of the divine soul alone was still not enough.
"snort!"
Zuo Youxian snorted coldly and stopped talking, but he had other plans in mind.
"Master has packed up, Ahu, let's go!"
At this time, the old Taoist carried a small baggage behind his back, walked up to Lei Hu, a young man dressed in Taoist clothing, and spoke warmly. Apparently, he had recovered his mind after packing up and saluting.
"Wait!"
Zuo Youxian suddenly shouted loudly, staring at the young man in Taoist attire with piercing eyes, and said coldly: "Master, now I am the leader of the true lineage of Taozu. Without the consent of the leader of the sect, master should not use my secret knowledge.
Pass Ziwu Gang and Ren Bingjian to my junior brother, otherwise the leader of this sect will not be polite!"
"you!"
The old Taoist was so angry that he glared at Zuo Youxian, feeling extremely angry.
Lei Hu is one of the true disciples he likes, and he is extremely talented and has excellent martial arts aptitude. If he is carefully cultivated, he may be able to learn the Sword Gang Tongliu that no one has fully mastered until now except for the founder of the sect, Changmei Laodao.
Lei Hu's performance just now gave him a great surprise.
In the blink of an eye, Zuo Youxian, the rebellious disciple, stopped what he was thinking. How could he not be angry?
"Master, let's go, we'll talk about this later!"
Lei Hu took the old Taoist's hand, shook his head and said calmly: "There are so many wonderful skills and skills in the world, and there will be many ways to learn other magical skills and skills in the future!"
"Okay, Ahu is ambitious!"
The old Taoist suppressed his dissatisfaction, grabbed Lei Hu's little hand, jumped up and down a few times, and left the Taoist temple where the Taoist ancestor's true lineage was, disappearing without a trace.
"Hahaha, today Pindao is the leader of the true lineage of Taozu, and I have the final say here!"
After confirming that the Taoist veteran and Lei Hu, a young man in Taoist attire, had left, Zuo Youxian's originally tense mind relaxed. He could no longer suppress the joy in his heart and laughed wildly. The loud noise alerted the surrounding Taoist experts, who gathered around to find out what was going on.