Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 95 Pindao gives you three moves
When everyone thought that Dongfang Hao was going to die under that sky-piercing sword light.

A blue light flashed away.

Like a sudden glimpse, that astonishingly powerful sword suddenly shattered in front of Dongfang Hao's eyes.

This scene made everyone onlookers widen their eyes.

What just happened? !

Does the Eastern Sect Leader still have a trump card? !
Not to mention these onlookers, even Dongfang Hao himself was a little confused.

Shivering with lingering fear, Dongfang Hao looked around, but there was no sign of the person who came to help.

Lin Dong was even more shocked and confused.

He could clearly see that a sword light was coming, shattering his own sword light!
And the direction that the sword light flew from was clearly at the foot of Yuyang Mountain.

Is there such a master of swordsmanship hiding under Yuyang Mountain?

Looking at the dense crowd at the foot of the mountain, Lin Dong looked a little solemn: "Which brother took action to interrupt the fight between me and the Eastern Sect Master?"

Among the crowd, Song Changge and Zhu Qingshuang both looked at Jiang Sheng in shock.

Just now they could see clearly that this thin Taoist priest, who seemed to have no cultivation, took out a sword from somewhere and slashed it.

Is it possible that this seemingly ordinary Taoist priest is a hidden master?

"Taoist priest, you."

"Taoist Master, you."

Song Changge and Zhu Qingshuang couldn't believe it for a moment, and were caught off guard. They stammered and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Sheng smiled, stepped casually, and disappeared in front of Zhu Qingshuang and Song Changge.

Jiang Sheng was seen flying directly into the sky against the wind, flying towards the top of Yuyang Mountain.

When the crowd of onlookers saw someone actually showing up, they couldn't help but start talking.

After all, Jiang Sheng's face was too ordinary, and his aura was also ordinary, so he was inconspicuous among the crowd.

Who knew there was such a master hiding there?

Jiang Sheng, who was riding the wind, reached the top of the mountain with a little tip of his toes.

"The two of you are fighting in the Taoist temple. I occasionally feel that my hands are itchy. Please forgive me." Jiang Sheng smiled and looked like a gentle Taoist priest.

Although Jiang Sheng had a smile on his face, the arrogance in his bones could not be hidden, and Lin Dongneng could sense it.

The ordinary-looking Taoist priest in front of him was also arrogant to the core.

This class of people must have some amazing abilities.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help."

Dongfang Hao thanked Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Speaking of which, the poor Taoist has disturbed the two of you's interest in fighting."

"Now that the Dongfang Sect Master is no longer able to fight, how about letting Pindao take the place of the Dongfang Sect Master and compete with Mr. Lin?"

Dongfang Hao was a little confused. He didn't know why Jiang Sheng wanted to save him, and why he wanted to do it on his behalf.

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, okay!"

"It's a blessing to meet a master like you to compete."

"Master Dongfang, please come down from the mountain."

Dongfang Hao looked at Jiang Sheng, then at Lin Dong, and finally let out a long sigh before going down the mountain sadly.

He still couldn't see that these two people in front of him were both unparalleled geniuses.

Dongfang Hao is no longer what he used to be. Even if he used the Thousand Illusion Flying Spirit Sword, he couldn't resist Lin Dong's move.

The people fighting at the top of Yuyang Mountain changed very naturally.

Jiang Sheng took Dongfang Hao's place and faced off against Lin Dong.

As for Dongfang Hao who came down the mountain, no one cared about him except Song Changge and other disciples of the Lingjian Sect. Everyone looked eagerly at the mountain, expecting an even more amazing fight.

At this time, the sky was getting dark without realizing it, and a bright moon slowly rose from the west.

The dim sky made it difficult to see what was happening on the top of the mountain.

Some self-cultivation monks ventured up the mountain to get a closer look.

Jiang Sheng stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his hands: "Young Master Lin has just exhausted a lot of energy. You might as well recover first. I can afford to wait."

These words were always spoken by Lin Dong to others.

Now that Jiang Sheng said these words, Lin Dong was not angry, but calmly calmed down.

He could feel that the Taoist priest opposite him was extraordinary.

The Lightning Blade was held in Lin Dong's hand. Feeling the surging spiritual power in his body, Lin Dong looked at Jiang Sheng:
"The State of Lu is really full of talented people. I don't know when the State of Lu got a master like you."

Jiang Sheng smiled and said: "I don't know when the Lu Kingdom gained such a master as Mr. Lin."

"Just now Pindao interrupted the fight between Young Master Lin and Master Dongfang. Pindao is willing to let Young Master Lin use three moves. How about that?"

Lin Dong only felt funny after hearing this: "You want me to do three moves? Are you so confident?"

"Master Lin, please." Jiang Sheng extended his hand to signal.

Lin Dong didn't hesitate, the spiritual power in his body was stirring, and it was constantly turning into pure lightning and pouring into the lightning knife in his hand.

I saw the lightning knife raised high, and thunder and lightning burst out from the tip of the knife, as if connecting to the sky.

Before the move is launched, it gives people a heavy sense of oppression.

Thunder is a heavenly punishment, a natural disaster on the path of spiritual cultivation.

Whether it is a monk or a monster, few are not afraid of thunder.

The moves of a monk who specializes in thunder magic must be domineering and fierce, making people fearful.

At this time, just looking at the lightning and thunder on the top of the mountain made many of the monks watching feel terrified.

But Jiang Sheng smiled.

Lin Dong suddenly waved his sword, and thousands of thunders roared in, like countless thunder snakes wreaking havoc, choosing and devouring anyone. However, when such a terrifying thunder struck, Jiang Sheng simply formed a sword with his fingers and swung it down gently.

The next moment, the sword light separated the raging thunder. The roaring thunder passed by Jiang Sheng from left to right, without hurting Jiang Sheng at all.

This scene drew a chorus of exclamations of admiration.

How relaxing and freehand is this? !

Dongfang Hao looked at Jiang Sheng's methods in shock, and a turmoil arose in his heart.

Using his fingers to form a sword and his energy to form thunder, these methods made him, a monk who has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years, unable to help but admire him.

If it were the method he used to face Lin Dong, he wouldn't be able to block it so easily.

"one move."

Jiang Sheng's voice came.

Lin Dong's eyes were fixed on Jiang Sheng, his energy locked on the thin-looking figure.

As the Thunderbolt Knife was lifted up again, thunder rolled and green thunder surged.

In the next breath, the blue-purple thunder turned into a hundred-foot-long sword light, slashing down from the air.

The huge sword light drove away the clouds, destroying the idea, accompanied by strong winds, thunder and lightning in the sky, and its power destroyed mountains and mountains!

As the spiritual power in Jiang Sheng's body circulated, a small blue sword was formed.

As Jiang Sheng raised his hand, the small blue sword faced the Baizhang sword light.

Only a faint stream of light was seen rising into the sky. The moment the lightning-driven Baizhang sword light collided with the stream of light, thousands of sword energy raged out, swallowing the sword light and thunder directly.

When the sword energy dissipated, Lin Dong's sword light also disappeared without a trace.

"Two moves."

Jiang Sheng's calm voice sounded again.

"Good swordsmanship, this is sword cultivation!"

Dongfang Hao was so fascinated by what he saw that he completely forgot how badly he had been defeated by Lin Fang just now, and even almost lost his life.

"Taoist Master, you are so powerful?!" Song Changge watched the fight from a distance and couldn't help but sigh.

Dongfang Hao was a little surprised when he heard this: "Do you recognize that Taoist priest?"

Song Changge nodded and told the whole story.

When Dongfang Hao heard that the newly recruited disciples of his sect had such experiences with this mysterious swordsman, and that his own salvation might be due to the blessing of these disciples, his expression was extremely strange.

"This is really true."

Song Changge and the others did not understand Dongfang Hao's complicated mood.

At this time, the five of them were all nervously staring at the fighting on the top of Yuyang Mountain, completely forgetting about placing bets.

Such a wonderful fight was enough for newcomers like them to learn a lot.

Lin Dong took a deep breath and his voice changed slightly: "I don't believe you can block this move of mine again!"

This time is no longer an ordinary battle of skills, but is about his Taoist heart.

Two attacks in a row were easily broken by the opponent, and the opponent still looked calm and calm. Who can be arrogant and arrogant like this?
At some point, a strong wind howled on the top of the mountain.

The wind blows and the clouds surge.

Dark clouds cover the sky, thunder rolls, and lightning flashes like dragons and snakes dancing.

On the lightning sword, dazzling lightning flashed, and an astonishing fighting spirit arose from Lin Dong's body.

The Qi machine was firmly locked on Jiang Sheng on the opposite side, and all the spiritual energy in Lin Dong's body was boiling.

Click!
A bolt of thunder pierced the darkness.

This thunder merged into the Lightning Blade, causing electric arcs to dance on the Lightning Blade.

Although Lin Dong's aura at this time was not as shocking as before, nor was it earth-shattering.

But this does not mean that Lin Dong is not in danger at this time.

He has poured all his sword intent, thunder, and spiritual power into the sword, deeply and restrainedly.

And once this power breaks out, it will definitely be an earth-shattering blow.

"Come again!"

Lin Dong roared angrily, and the lightning knife suddenly fell from his hand.

The dazzling sword light surged out, parting the night in the blink of an eye, turning into a thunderous bolt and heading straight towards Jiang Sheng.

Wherever this step of training passed, the rocks cracked and inspiration surged, its power was like breaking the sky.

The Qingping Sword appeared in Jiang Sheng's right hand.

As the sword intent rose, the Qingping Sword slashed down, and a blue sword energy rose in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a size of a hundred feet, and the next moment it flew through the air and collided with the thundering horse.

The violent power of thunder suddenly raged and swallowed up the sword energy. However, when the thunder destroyed the sword energy, it had lost its remaining power and dissipated unwillingly between the heaven and the earth.

"Three moves."

After Jiang Sheng's words fell, there was silence up and down Yuyang Mountain.

That was Lin Dong, the Thunderbolt Swift Sword. All three moves were so amazing, but they were all stopped by the unknown Taoist priest on the opposite side.

Doesn't this mean that the Taoist priest is stronger than Lin Dong?
Is it possible that the person who ranks number one in the world needs to be replaced?

The monks who were watching the fight between the two kept guessing that soon today's fight would spread throughout Yangshan County and then throughout the country.

Jiang Sheng looked at the astonished Lin Dong opposite him and said with a smile: "Three moves have been passed, now it's time to show off."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng slowly raised the Qingping Sword in his hand, and moved his left hand together to form a sword and wipe it inch by inch on the sword body.

On the soapy black sword body, green lotuses bloomed, and the astonishing sword intent shot straight into the sky, dispersing the dark clouds on the top of Yuyang Mountain.

The next moment, everyone saw a faint flicker of light.

In an instant, a flash of green light spread across the sky.

　Second update, more to follow

　　
　
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