The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 1928 Lime Artifact
The struggle seemed to be in a temporary stalemate.

Zhao Dongting has never relaxed his study of martial arts in these years. His artistic conception is special and his level is extremely high. He should be said to be invincible in the middle stage of Zhenwu.

Although there is still a little gap compared with the old man in front of him, it is definitely not a gap.With Wu Amiao beside him, there were faint signs of an even split.

It's just that Wu Amiao, who has just broken through to the real martial arts realm, is really far behind in strength, and there are many dangers when he makes a move.

With two realms separated, it would be a bit far-fetched for him to take a cold breath by the side.

If it weren't for the artistic conception of the four pseudo-extreme realms that made the old man's strength somewhat compromised, Wu Amiao might have already hated him by now.

And even if it continues like this, the final result may still be his hatred.He will be the gap in this fight.

As long as he drinks hatred, Zhao Dongting probably won't be the old man's opponent in terms of hard power.

Although it is said that the outcome of fighting between warriors will be affected by many factors, but in most cases, the stronger one wins.

Winning by the weak is an upset, which only exists in rare cases.

Xu He has a bit of the upper hand, but for a while, it may not be possible to tell the winner.

"Ok?"

During the fight, Zhao Dongting suddenly caught a glimpse of Wu Amiao blinking at him.

This made his heart move slightly, and then he unfolded his free and unfettered tour, and retreated.

"Suffer to death!"

Wu Amiao, who walked behind the old man, suddenly yelled.

A sword pierced the old man's back.

The old man turned his head, and swung his sword backwards and upwards.

The two swords collided with each other, making a ding sound.

Wu Amiao's strength was weak, her right hand trembled violently, and the long sword was almost dropped.

Such a gap made the old man sneer, and he followed the trend with a move, like a stroke of a pen, across Wu Amiao's chest.

The front of Wu Amiao's chest was cut open in an instant.

"Suffer to death!"

But this guy's eyes were wide open, and he took something with his left hand and suddenly shot at the old man's head.

The old man took a closer look, it was a small cloth bag, and he thought it was some kind of poisonous powder.Humming softly, he retracted his sword and pierced the bag.

It all happened in an instant.

"what!"

Then the old man screamed.

Wu Amiao backed away with a grin.

Zhao Dongting charged forward with the Zhanlu Sword, and stabbed straight into the old man's back.

Zhanlu showed the tip from the old man's belly.

Zhao Dongting didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately pulled back.

"what!"

The Zhanlu sword was separated from the body, and the old man screamed in pain again, like a madman, holding the sword and slashing at will.

His face was white and his eyes were tightly closed.

Eyes are the weakness of anyone, including the real martial arts powerhouses and even the pseudo-extreme realm and extreme realm powerhouses.

How could he have expected that what Wu Amiao threw would be lime powder.

This guy deliberately paid the price of being injured in order to use such insidious methods.He is quite famous in Jianghu, but he has never been so insidious.

This is not shameful at all, it is completely shameless.

The old man's heart was full of anger, he didn't know how to vent it, and the momentum was extremely violent during the chopping.

But Wu Amiao and Zhao Dongting retreated far away.

Wu Amiao clutched her chest, fell to the ground, and grinned.There was blood dripping from the seams of the hands.

His injury was not light, the old man probably scratched his ribs with a knife just now.This injury is undoubtedly extremely deep.

But this guy smiled very happily, looking at the old man, it was like watching a dying beast.

He had seen many such beasts in Africa.

It's just the last rage.

The old man was pierced by Zhao Dongting with the Zhanlu sword. Even if he was in the late stage of the true martial arts, he couldn't last long.

Zhao Dongting stood coldly holding his sword, looked at Xu He, and then walked towards Wu Amiao.

When he got to Wu Amiao's side, the old man stopped hacking randomly, after all, life-saving was the most important thing.No matter how angry he was, he sat down on the ground, not daring to let his vitality drain away.

"How about it?"

Zhao Dongting took out the healing holy medicine refined by Baicao Temple from his arms, and stuffed it into Wu Amiao's mouth while asking.

Wu Amiao put the elixir into her mouth unceremoniously, and said, "It's okay."

He looked at the two elders of Badaomen and the deputy head of the sect, and said, "I'll help you look after those Xiao Xiaoxiao, do you want to start now? I'm afraid they will die!"

When he said Xiao Xiao, he was of course referring to those Ba Dao Sect disciples who were watching from afar.

Zhao Dongting said: "Are you okay?"

Wu Amiao didn't care and said, "If it's okay, they don't dare to kill them! Use the artistic conception to scare them to death!"

"it is good."

Zhao Dongting stopped talking and walked directly towards the first elder.

The elder was still sitting there cross-legged, unable to break through the acupuncture point.Seeing Zhao Dongting walking towards him, realizing something, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The former masters of the Jinhong Gang and Zijinmen had all absorbed their cultivation bases, and he knew what he was about to face.

But now he is a lamb on the sticky board, with no room for resistance.Can only accept fate.

Sometimes life is so helpless.

Zhao Dongting sat down cross-legged behind the elder, calmed down, closed his eyes slightly, and began to put his hands on the old man's back.

After the exercise, the energy in the elder's body flowed towards Zhao Dongting's body continuously.

The elder's expression changed drastically, his eyes were full of fear, but he couldn't resist the suction at all.

His appearance became old at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, more precisely, he became haggard.

They were originally very energetic, but now they are decaying at an extremely fast speed.

Wu Amiao looked at this scene, grinned again, and then turned her head to look at the group of Ba Dao Sect disciples in the distance, showing a slight look of disdain.

This is very hurtful, but it makes those Ba Dao Sect disciples even more afraid to kill them.

The domineering sect master didn't shout anything.

With those disciples who are not even in the real martial arts realm, there is no way to beat Zhao Dongting and Wu Amiao.He knows it all himself.

The anger was already surging.

He never thought that after making preparations, he would end up with such a result in the end.

The late-stage casual cultivator of Zhenwu was found to be a great help, but now it is also abolished.

This made him angry and hated.

So useless.

The dignified Zhenwu late stage was unexpectedly killed by a guy from the middle and early Zhenwu stages.

But thinking about it now is obviously useless.

He knew it was over.

Without the help of casual cultivators in the late stages of the True Martial Realm, it would be difficult for him to be Xu He's opponent.Xu He comes from Hongye Valley, and his background is no worse than him.

His technique of dominating the sword door and pressing the bottom of the box is only similar to Xu He's.

If the fight continued like this, he might not be able to do anything to Xu He.The final result is more likely to be defeated by Xu He.

Glancing at the disciples in the distance, the domineering sect master gritted his teeth, and suddenly withdrew and fled towards the distance.

He didn't care about losing face in front of his disciples, so he wanted to run away.

Life is obviously more important than face.

(End of this chapter)