First Son-in-law

The fight begins!

There are ten games in total.

As the finale, Qin Li's arrival at a later date was harmless.

The Lord of Penalty looked serious and secretly calculated that which disciple should be allowed to play, the winning rate would be higher.

Wan Guiyi was absent-minded, and glanced at the illusory natural Taoist palace in the clouds from time to time.

He didn't come to exchange and worship the mountain, but to find the secrets of the Daozhong, but it is a pity that Dao Zong is strictly guarded, and everything is unknown.

At this moment.

Jian Wuhen asked:

"Where is that lonely invincible?"

Xi Murong replied politely: "The deputy head teacher should be delayed, and I must be coming soon."

Jian Wuhen held the sword weapon and snorted softly: "I'm actually in a timid battle. It seems that the so-called kendo Tianjiao is nothing more than that. This battle is even more boring, so I won't participate."

Hear the words!

The audience was in an uproar.

Especially Dao Zong disciples, angrily scolded:

"How old are you? You actually underestimated our natural Taoist school."

"Damn it! Give him a lesson, let him taste our power."

Lin Wenqiu's face was ugly. She had just gone through the star liquid quenching her body, her strength and confidence increased greatly. She wanted to fight for a victory for the sect.

Unexpectedly, before starting the war, he would be lowered into the dirt.

"Let you know you for a while."

Lin Wenqiu drew out the Sacred Gang sword, covering the stars all over his body, murdering Ling Ran.

"The sword is not bad, but the master is average!" Jian Wuhen commented, gazing proudly across the Dao Sect disciples, teasing: "Or the nine of you will go together, otherwise the so-called competition is just a boring ravages."

This word came out.

Instantly detonated the atmosphere of the audience.

Even Peak Master Nirvana could not sit still.

"Too arrogant, one picks nine, and doesn't put Dao Zong in his eyes at all."

The Lord of Punishment looked gloomy as water, and said coldly: "Even if you are a Tianjiao, but challenge my Sect Nine Great Qianlong, it's too big!"

Wan Guiyi smiled and said: "Since Dugu Wuhen can defeat the eight treasures with swords, it is not easy for Jian Wuhen to challenge the nine Qianlong dragons. I think this proposal is very good, so let's try it!"

"Don't regret it."

The Lord of Penalty snorted and agreed.

"Slightly more interesting!" Jian Wuhen leaped out, stepping on the void.

His eyes were sharp, like two killing swords. He scanned everyone present, and a arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Let's go together, don't waste time."

"Don't be too arrogant!"

A Taoist disciple was furious, drew his sword and stabbed.

He cultivated summer sword qi, and he was already small. In an instant, he shot flames and swords, intertwined with a picture of July, the sky is like a flowing fire, melting steel and burning jade.

"Weak and ridiculous!"

"I am not qualified to draw a sword!"

Jian Wuhen was expressionless, his eyes glared, and lethal sword light burst out.

His sword light is extraordinarily weird, invisible and intangible, as fast as thunder, and with an extraordinary sharp edge, it cuts the sword energy in summer and penetrates everything.

Pouch!

There was a muffled sound.

The Daozong disciple trembled all over.

There was a blood hole in his abdomen, and the blood was dripping out of his intestines.

"What, Junior Brother Li is eighth on the Qianlong Ranking, and he was defeated so casually." Xi Murong was shocked.

One of the nine disciples who participated in the war went away in the blink of an eye, and the remaining eight were shocked, as if they had been poured cold water, their previous anger disappeared, and their faces were full of solemnity and caution.

The Lord of Penalty had an ugly face and reminded: "Sword Wuhen cultivates "No Phase Killing Sword". This is the unique knowledge of the Holy Land of Vientiane. It is swift and fierce, like water and shapeless. The sword is impermanent and can break through all phenomena. You will join forces quickly. "

Hear the words!

Disciple of the Eight Great Dao Sect shot.

They are all ninefold or half-step Nirvana, violent auras of thousands of miles.

Taotao sword gangs pouring down, divided into four colors, the splendid spring, the scorching heat of summer, the solemnness of autumn, and the coldness of winter, mixed together, it is the sharp four seasons sword wheel, which spins rapidly, and buckles down straight down.

"interesting!"

Jian Wuhen was extremely calm and prospered with Jian Gang.

then!

He disappeared through the air.

The Four Seasons Sword Wheel smashed down and rushed into the air.

"What's the matter, what about others?" Daozong disciples were all surprised.

Xi Murong looked solemn and reminded: "Be careful, it is rumored that after the Xiaocheng "The Wuxiang Sword Classic" can distort the light and shadow, and converge the breath, you should promptly activate your spiritual perception and be careful of his sneak attacks..."

"what!"

An exclamation sounded.

A Dao Sect disciple was extremely painful.

His sword arm was chopped off, dripping with blood, and it was extremely painful.

The head of the penalty hall flashed unbearably, and said bitterly: "You are too much, it's just a test, stop here."

Wan Guiyi sneered and said: "The sword has no eyes. It's normal. Besides, you can't be more exaggerated than this. It's nothing to chop off an arm."

The Lord of Penalty was silent, and retorted speechlessly.

Afterwards!

The screams came one after another.

Many Taoist disciples were chopped off their arms.

Jian Wuhen is like a ghost in the world, invisible and invisible, and like a **** death, wherever it goes, it harvests its arms without leaving a trace.

quickly!

Blood everywhere, broken arm hideously.

Only Xi Murong and Lin Wenqiu were left on the court, explaining that their faces were pale.

"Damn, his moves are too weird, we cooperate once, I will be the bait, you come to the main attack." Xi Murong put down his prejudices and chose to cooperate.

Lin Wenqiu nodded without objection.

"The return of spring!"

Xi Murong's sword pointed to the earth and burst out with all his strength.

Sword Gang swept out in the spring, filling the void of Baili, dyeing the heaven and the earth into a green oil, so that all evil charms could not hide.

"I found you!"

Lin Wenqiu saw the light and shadow distorted not far away.

The Shen Gang sword broke out with a cold autumn wind and penetrated out to kill the powerful enemy.

Xi Murong was overjoyed: "As long as we cooperate, there is no threat to his stealth trick."

Jian Wuhen was locked, and he simply gave up his invisibility, slammed into the air, and dangerously avoided the Shengang sword, and said with satisfaction: "As expected of Dao Zong Shuangjie, I am qualified to draw the sword and make a move."

Hear the words!

Everyone's complexion changed drastically.

Only then did I remember that Wuhen had not drawn the sword from beginning to end.

As for Dao Zong's nine great Qianlongs, seven of them have been severed, and they are no longer able to fight.

Clang!

A crisp sword chant.

Jian Wuhen pulled out his portable sword.

It is a transparent crystal sword, which becomes invisible when the sun shines.

"This is the saber used by the Holy Master of Vientiane when he was young, the invisible sword, is a superb magic weapon." Lin Wenqiu was shocked.

"I'll contain him, you take the opportunity to attack and understand the battle as soon as possible."

Xi Murong also worked desperately, at all costs, condensing the spring sword gang into a verdant curtain wall.

"The sword comes out of nothing!" Jian Wuhen laughed tauntingly. The sword weapon in his hand was released. He couldn't capture the position at all. He could only see the disintegrated green screen, which caused absolute terror, because the other party was not allowed to take the sword position.

"I'm fighting with you!"

Xi Murong's eyes were red, and he rushed away.

He didn't care about the invisible sword, but relied on his blood to rush away to kill Wuhen.

"Rugged man!"

Jian Wuhen raised his hand and pointed.

Xi Murong's right arm was broken and blood was spilled in the sky.

"This is the opportunity!"

"Beidou Killing Sword!"

Lin Wenqiu took this opportunity to offer his ultimate move.

Stars erupted from her pores and turned into seven killing stars, surrounding the gods and swords, like a nine-day killing sword penetrating out, just like the Milky Way sweeping the world with a deadly edge.

Stabbed...

The sword light cuts the sword without a trace.

"Oh, this doesn't feel right!"

Lin Wenqiu realized that something was wrong in an instant and wanted to defend, but it was too late.

The broken sword Wuhen disappeared with the wind, and the real sword Wuhen appeared beside Lin Wenqiu, and said coldly: "There is a saying in the Holy Land that the Dao Sect is not allowed to give birth to extraordinary geniuses, you obviously count as one."

Words fall.

A single palm is like a sword, penetrating down.

The trick was swift and violent, and it pierced directly at Lin Wenqiu's dantian.

"Dare the thief!" The Lord of Penalty was furious, and his mighty power broke out to prevent the tragedy from happening.

"Eh! A group of juniors are fighting, what are we mixing up with." Wangui's eyes flashed gloomy and cold, and he immediately shot, blocking the punishment of the Lord.

In an instant, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Pouch!

Single palm penetrates into the pubic area.

Lin Wenqiu only felt abdominal cramps.

Then the qi that has been tempered for many years poured out, tearing the wound.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Lin Wenqiu clutched the bleeding wound with a pale face, and quickly swallowed a few healing treasure pills. The wound healed, but the dantian left a hideous gap.

The Dantian and the brain are known as the foundations of the two avenues, and they are flawless. The former can carry the spirit pattern of qi, and the latter can carry the spirit power. Once damaged, the best treasure pill cannot be repaired, which is equivalent to waste.

"Damn it!"

The Lord of the Penalty Palace was full of anger.

Destroying mighty force swept 50,000 miles, the sky went dark, and the earth began to tremble.