God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

He is a generation of eminent monks, and even killing a younger generation like Yue Lingshan would be a shame.

"Old monk, don't talk too much! Otherwise, you will die miserably!"

Yue Lingshan said coldly, pointing her sword at the old monk, stepping forward and stabbing straight out.

"If that's the case, don't blame the old monk's ruthlessness!" The old monk snorted coldly, moved his hands together, and blasted out with one palm: "The hand of great compassion!"

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"If that's the case, don't blame the old monk's ruthlessness!" The old monk snorted coldly, moved his hands together, and blasted out with one palm: "The hand of great compassion!"

The terrifying palm force roared out and went straight to Yue Lingshan, causing the people around them to be moved.

But Yue Lingshan smiled coldly, and cut out three swords in an instant, almost unbelievable, and even completely defeated this terrifying palm.

Then, Yue Lingshan was castrated, and the ghostly movement appeared in front of the old monk in an instant, and the long sword was cut out again and again.

The old monk didn't care at first, but now he is more and more frightened.

Yue Lingshan's swordsmanship is really fast and exquisite.

Even if he is a master in the mid-afternoon period, with rich experience, he must go all out and treat each sword with caution.

As a result, the whole situation changed completely, Yue Lingshan attacked violently with one sword after another.

However, the old monk retreated again and again and could only passively parry.

Soon, the old monk's body began to be injured, but Yue Lingshan's attack became more and more fierce.

In the end, Yue Lingshan's sword turned abruptly, and a sword swept across the old monk's neck.

Blood splashed, the old monk's eyes widened, but his breath was completely gone.

His throat was blocked by Yue Lingshan's sword!

"Uncle Shi!" Fang Zheng and the others, their eyes were splitting, but they were terrified.

A Yue Lingshan, who was originally their junior, was now able to kill their uncle!

Or is it a strong killing, so that the other party has no power to fight back, is this still great?

"Brother Yi, am I doing well?" Yue Lingshan walked back and said with a smile, she didn't care at all, as if she just killed a nobody.

Mo Yi nodded: "Yes, boosted morale, you remember the first skill!"

Yue Lingshan smiled sweetly, but turned around and looked at everyone in Shaolin: "Are you still immortal, uncle, whatever, come up, I can take it, sister Yilin can also take it, and sister Yingying can take it even more. Next. Come on!"

In a word, Fang Zheng and several people were stunned, Yue Lingshan could kill his uncle, and he could also compete with him!

And listening to Yue Lingshan's meaning, Yilin and Ren Yingying are both masters of this level, how can this be good?

For a time, the Shaolin party was a little panicked, but no one dared to stand up.

At this moment, Yu Canghai sighed: "Humph! I don't believe that you are all masters at this level!"

Yilin smiled and just wanted to step forward, but a figure in red landed in front of her: "Yu Canghai, you have escaped for so long, today is the end!"

"Lin Pingzhi!"

Yu Canghai was in a cold sweat, his face was ashen, it turned out to be Lin Pingzhi! .

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"Hehe, why don't you dare?"

Lin Pingzhi looked at Yu Canghai's timid appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "Even if I don't do it, and little Master Yilin does, you will surely die. It's possible that you didn't see that what they used was all the same. Evil swordsmanship?"

"What! It turned out to be a sword technique to ward off evil spirits!"

For a time, the Shaolin, Songshan, Wudang, and Taishan factions were all terrified. They never thought that Yue Lingshan, Yilin, and Ren Yingying had all practiced the swordsmanship of warding off evil!

At that time, Lin Yuantu used the seventy-two swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, and he was invincible all over the world.

Now Yue Lingshan and the others, even if they can't reach Lin Yuantu's heat, it is not a big problem to defeat them.

"More importantly, you didn't realize that Yue Lingshan and Yilin are both at the early stage of the day after tomorrow. Compared with you, Yu Canghai, they are not weak at all. And the saint, Ren Yingying, is about to break through the day after tomorrow. In the mid-term, compared to your Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan, they are only a line behind. Not to mention Mo Sect Leader and Dongfang Sect Leader, they can only be said to be unfathomable."

Lin Pingzhi shook his head with a look of regret: "In this battle, no matter what, you will lose!"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng and the others' faces became even more ugly. They could never have imagined that there would be so many top-notch combat powers around Mo Yi in an instant.

This made the whole situation strange and elusive.

Even the people from Shaolin and Songshan began to panic, and the Wudang masters couldn't help breaking out in cold sweats.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng's face became even more gloomy, and it was very clear that if this continued, the military's heart had been lost, and he would be timid before the battle, and he would definitely lose.

He immediately opened his mouth decisively: "Humph! Counting the three masters of Mo, Dongfang Invincible, and Yue Lingshan, plus you Lin Pingzhi and Mr. Mo Da, you are only seven masters. As for Hengshan Sanding, hehe, I am afraid there are three masters. Too badly injured, it's already in vain!"

"Yes, there are only seven people, but what about us?" Zuo Lengchan stood up and sneered:

"There are more than ten senior monks from the Fang's generation in Shaolin alone, not to mention the higher generation of Shaolin monks, adding up to more than twenty people. And my Songshan sect has nearly ten elders, plus Wudang Chongxu Daoist and other masters, as well as the Taishan faction. We have forty or fifty masters, but we still can't take down seven of you? Hehe, Mo Yi, you must be bitter today!"

"What happened to the seven people?" Mo Yi shook his head and didn't care: "Even if there are seven of us, killing fifty of you is still like killing a dog! Besides, do you really think we only have seven masters?"

Looking at Mo Yi's playful expression, Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but feel a lingering in their hearts, and had a bad premonition.

"Hehe, Qu Yang was saved by Sect Leader Mo, so he didn't die from the poisonous hands of the Songshan faction. Today, I came here to help Fist!"