The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Buxingluo!!!"

Zhang Qinghe shouted loudly, and the iron sword left his body and turned into an afterimage. It was not huge, but a small nebula formed above the head of the Five Plagues Star Lord, pregnant with killing.

It was obviously too early for Taiyin Star Lord to transform Xuantian and use it like slaying evil spirits and killing gods.

But there is actually some kind of circulating Taoist rhyme embedded in it, as if something is slowly gestating in it. Once it is fully revealed to the world, it will be nothing short of earth-shattering.

Lord Wuwenxing looked at them coldly. He did not think that a small move of Buxingluo could have any impact on the powerful bodies of these Guizang and Dharma figures.

Small nebulae circulated, and sharp energy intertwined vertically and horizontally. Thousands of pure sharp sword energy like starlight roared down, like meteors hitting the sky, with an elusive speed.

“Swish swish swish!”

Suddenly, there was a surge of spiritual vision within the radius of Five Plague Star Lord's sight.

Before he could react, the iron sword had returned to Zhang Qinghe's hand.

The spiritual essence is transported between his feet. He has long been no longer limited to lifting techniques like Liuyun Escape Technique. Dao Fei's understanding is astonishing. He actually found the prototype of a fast and brisk movement method from Taiyin Star Lord's leaping and dodging. .

He couldn't keep up with the speed of Taiyin, so he could only use his spiritual energy to stimulate his physical body. While consuming a huge amount of his mind and spiritual energy, he increased his speed to the limit of the lower three realms and even the realm of the middle three realms.

But his soul itself is stronger than ordinary monks and even evil cultivators of the same level, and the thing he is least afraid of is consumption of Ling Yuan!

The Heavenly Sliding Movement unfolded. This time, in addition to being as clean and neat as ordinary killing techniques, it also added a bit of deathly silence and determination.

It’s not the ultimate cold death when Taiyin performs Tianshu. This kind of death still contains a little life. This is... the sword of death!

You don’t ask for great freedom, you don’t ask for great freedom, you don’t ask for a mission to preach, you don’t ask for relying on your own strength to control the wind. This sword is just for survival, killing people, and creating a bright future!

Only at this moment did Wu Wen feel the dangerous aura, and he hid Zhang Jin and the other three in front of him.

But after all, they are just hiding, not the only one. Their cultivation is only reflected in the Dharma, and the physical body is not completely indestructible by the iron sword that is comparable to the mysterious spiritual treasure at this moment.

"Sword Intent! You actually developed Sword Intent!"

Lord Wuwenxing was so surprised that even the ugly boy's face with bones became even more distorted.

Dao Fei is a genius, but anything that involves artistic conception can only be accessed in the Third Realm. At that time, the genius can be worthy of the so-called counterattack.

Zhang Qinghe did not answer, but still responded with a sword.

The prototype of the sword that was condensed to the extreme moved towards Zhang Jin and slashed down. There was no hesitation, no tolerance, no timidity, as if he completely trusted the iron treasure in his hand.

The head of the Zhang family has worked hard for most of his life, and now he is like this. It is a good thing to be relieved.

"Thanks to my uncle for taking care of me, Qinghe..."

A stream of light carried the characteristics of Zhang Qing and Ling Yuan, like a plain white horse, striking down and going straight to the Niwan Palace between Zhang Jin's eyebrows.

The tip of the sword lit up with sparks, and there was a dull sound of penetration, and then it was pulled out simply.

As a monk who returned to Tibet, Zhang Jin regained consciousness for a moment before he was about to die. There was a lump in his throat, but he just forced a smile.

It was shriveled and ugly, and Zhang Qinghe was heartbroken for a moment.

"Greatful."

Blood swished from his tiger's mouth, and he saw Taiyin Xingjun licking his lips and tongue under the mask.

Zhang Qinghe's body is faster, and the sword in his hand is faster.

"Impossible! Even if the strength of this group of broken people is even less than ten, it is not something that a returning ant can handle. Come on, come on!"

Lord Wuwenxing was obviously a little panicked, and what was happening in front of him was beyond his understanding.

"How could there be such an outrageous sword intent? How could there be such an outrageous sword intent!"

Zhang Qinghe slowly entered the state, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Although it is not a skill, it is still close to immortality. The third method of cultivating swords in Zhongtian is "Liu Xianjian Jie"!

Sword Intent is a completely idealistic power. Even if Zhang Qinghe, as a Taoist, has transcendent understanding, if he cannot pursue his own obsession, he cannot plant the seeds of Sword Intent in his heart and slowly grow it.

It wasn't until he returned to Lantian City, saw many injustices, and then thought about his own situation that he understood his persistence as a mortal.

People are selfish when they come out. Seeing so many people disappearing like ants, his will to live is stronger than his grief.

"kill!"

Zhang Qinghe beheaded another monk who had returned to Tibet. Every time he killed one, he lowered his head and eyebrows slightly.

Although it is a cooperative relationship, we set up a trap to ambush Tiangong, and we will not forget the grace of survival!

The remaining Lao Guizang and several Dharma images surrounded him. He let out a painful and low whine in his throat and attacked him involuntarily.

The emperor is angry and talks and laughs but kills people!

Under the spiritual vision, under the distorted and alienated high sky, Zhang Qinghe understood the changes in the Qi of the corpse puppet, and he was able to move and dodge with ease.

Tian Hua, who had been changed into something terrible, sped up his physical body. The person followed the sword, not the sword following the person! This is derived from Taiyin Xingjun's unique fighting philosophy.

He then calmly killed the corpse-hiding puppet, killed several Dharma figures, and then nailed the old Guizang's forehead with his sword.

Zhang Qinghe slowly drew out his sword and looked at "Zhang Yuan" in front of him.

With the Taiyin on his side, Lord Five Plagues did not dare to run away, as he knew that the situation was over.

"I thought about falling into the hands of Lord Taiyin Star, but I never thought that after entering the Zhang Mansion, I would be ruined by a little boy like you.

Everyone in the Zhang family was about to die under the master's plan, but you dragged me and the on-duty officer into the water.

I hate it so much!”

Zhang Qinghe didn't waste any time talking to him. He flashed forward and struck his head with a sword, which brought relief to Zhang Yuan, who was just a handsome young man a day ago.

It's not a slippery slope this time

——It was a simple straight thrust, accompanied by pure sword intent, but it aroused the spiritual energy in Zhang Qinghe's whole body. It was not huge, but very dangerous.

The evil-like spiritual origin of the Five Plagues was wiped out the moment the Iron Sword took possession of it.

Zhang Qinghe took a long breath.

it works.

His whole body relaxed, and the load and pain of the battle surged into his body, as if thousands of insects were eating him.

He endured the pain and thought about an unfulfilled promise.

"Xiao Yuan'er, it's my uncle who broke the appointment."

Zhang Yuan's corpse was lying on the ground with his eyes blank, no different from the corpses of many other tribesmen.

Zhang Qinghe slowly untied the Lingbao Xuanyi, which was in tatters and had been soaked in the rain of calamity gray and blood, leaving only the dusty inner shirt, and solemnly covered Zhang Yuan's body.

Taiyin Xingjun walked forward with his arms crossed.

"It's a good sword move, it deserves a name."

"Sword seeking survival."

"Oh...how to solve it? Although this sword has vitality, it belongs to the path of killing and has a strong aura of destruction."

"I thought the way out was to escape, but in a place like Zhongtian, it's not right

——The way out is to fight. "

Although Zhang Qinghe was tired, his eyes were still red, and there was a sinister look between his beautiful eyebrows, and even the red color was darker.

"I want to live, and if they don't want me to live, I'll kill them

——Kill them all. "

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