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One gas and three clear!

The magic trick in this type of Quanzhen Sword Technique was used in Zhao Zhijing’s hands, and it was extraordinary.

The three sword shadows were chaotic and fierce, like cold electricity, cutting through the void, rubbing the air with a screeching sound, and at an extremely terrifying speed, they went straight to Su Liu.

After seeing Zhao Zhijing’s sharp sword move, many Quanzhen disciples couldn’t help but whisper in some surprise:

“I didn’t expect That Master Zhao had even practiced this move!”

“It’s really worthy of being the first of the second generation of disciples!”

“Brother Zhao will definitely be able to get rid of this demon and avenge Brother Yin!”

Even Zhao Zhijing himself was somewhat self-satisfied, and a touch of irrepressible self-satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, he and Yin Zhiping had always been the leaders.

And now that Yin Zhiping is dead, there is almost no suspense in the remaining heirs of the Sect.

“If I can take this, the next position of Quanzhen Sect Leader will definitely be mine!”

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing’s eyes were fiery, the speed of the sword was three points faster, and the corners of his mouth evoked a proud sneer.

“Demon Dao, look at the sword!”

However, the sword move that this so-called Quanzhen Third Generation First Man tried his best to use was no different from the trick of a child in the eyes of Su Liu, who was the peak of the Sect Master.

“Carving insects and small skills, I dare to show off in front of the poor road!”

In the midst of the light laughter, Su Liu turned his hand into a claw and gently probed forward, and the fiery red claw shadow that roared out instantly tore the three sword rays apart.

It is the Nine Yin God Claw!

Immediately after, Su Liu turned his claws into fingers, and his slender white fingers were like iron tongs, sandwiching the sharp sword blade between the electric light and flint in his fingers.

Zhao Zhijing was shocked and desperately wanted to regain the sword, but the other party’s two seemingly slender fingers seemed to have the weight of Mount Tai, and no matter how he struggled, he could not shake it at all.

“You… You…”

Su Liu laughed softly, and then his fingers moved slightly, flicking lightly above the sword body.

“With your sword technique, I’m afraid that if you practice for another hundred years, you won’t be able to take a single move from me.”

“Bell ~”

A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and this long sword forged by hundreds of alchemists instantly collapsed, dense and dense spider web-like lines spread, and the body of the sword shattered inch by inch, turning into pieces of scrap iron.

Zhao Zhijing was also shaken by this mighty force, staggering back a few steps, a wisp of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale and he fell to the ground.

He looked at the bare hilt of his sword in his hand, pale as gold paper.

Su Liu, on the other hand, stood with his hands in his hands, the wind was light, and he looked like nothing had happened.

Zhao Zhijing clenched his teeth and shouted at the Quanzhen disciples behind him:

“To deal with the evil demon dao, there is no need to talk about any jianghu morality!”

“True disciple, join me in killing the Demon Demon Dao.”

“Yes!”

A long sword unsheathed sounded.

Dozens of Taoist monks came with swords.

“Surround him, don’t let him escape, kill!”

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen long swords flashing cold light and heading straight for Su Liu.

“Stupid.”

Su Liu shook his head, even the Changhong Sword didn’t bother to sheath it, and he poked out with one claw.

Turn your hands into claws, and your five fingers are like hooks.

His slender white palm, as if forged from divine gold, was indestructible, directly grasping the long sword that was stabbed at the mouth, only to hear the sound of shattering, and more than a dozen long swords shattered almost at the same time.

Su Liu casually tore more than ten long swords into pieces with a nine-yin god claw.

Such a mighty force really stunned the quanzhen disciples.

“My sword is broken!!”

“What kind of demon did he make!?”

Su Liu didn’t bother to talk nonsense with these ants, directly shot his hand, turned over his hand, and the mighty true qi suddenly roared out, converging into a huge red palm print in mid-air.

The fiery Nine Yang Feihong True Qi burned the air to a screeching sound, and dozens of Quanzhen disciples flew out of the air several inches away by this slap before they could react, and the blood was dripping all the way, and finally rolled to the ground, life and death were unknown.

These so-called famous disciples, in Su Liu’s eyes, were no different from the ants.

You can squeeze it to death!

Even the best of the second generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples, such as Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, were just stronger ants!

At this moment, looking at the miserable appearance of a group of Quanzhen disciples slumping to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, Zhao Zhijing swallowed a mouthful of spit with extreme difficulty, his eyes were full of fear, and even his palms were trembling unceasingly.

His eyes were red, he clenched his teeth, and with the last bit of courage, he picked up a long sword on the ground and stabbed at Su Liu.

“Demon Dao, I fought with you!”

Su Liu glanced at him and smiled, “Even the sword is unstable, you also deserve to be called a martial arts practitioner?” ”

After saying that, he only saw him raise his hand to probe towards the void, and between the five fingers, the mighty true qi roared out, and finally turned into an invisible hand, instantly copying the long sword that Zhao Zhijing was holding into his palm.

The next moment, Su Liu’s palm moved slightly, and with a slight twist, this long sword made of fine iron was twisted like a twist and turned into a ball of scrap iron.

“Do you think your head is hard, or is this sword hard?”

Zhao Zhijing saw the situation, almost frightened and scattered, only to feel that his legs were soft, and he fell to his knees with a thud and said in a trembling voice:

“Rao: Spare your life!! ”

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