The sword of Qing Xuan Lao Dao is the most powerful sword of the Taoist Demon Suppression, the sword is fierce and powerful, far better than the eighteen swords of the Yanyu Building in the south of the Yangtze River. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword seemed to come from the sky, and it instantly fell on the top of the ghost's head.

The right foot of the ghost hand straddled half a step, and at the same time, his body was slightly sideways, and he couldn't avoid the sword from time to time, and the body of the long sword almost clashed off the clothes on his chest.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao has been impregnated in swordsmanship for decades, and he is a well-deserved kendo master, and when the sword misses, the sword body immediately goes horizontal, cutting towards the abdomen of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand sucked sharply in his abdomen, and his body arched forward fiercely, and his body swept back quickly with the momentum of the horizontal cutting of the Qing Xuan Old Dao long sword.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao followed like a shadow, the body shape followed, the sword momentum remained unchanged, the sword blade was always only half a foot away from the abdomen of the ghost hand, as long as the speed of the ghost hand swept back a little slower, the soft abdomen would be cut by the long sword in the hand of Qing Xuan Lao Dao, the stomach would break the intestines, and he would die on the spot.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao's sword, which combined all the essence of the Demon Sword, was extremely wonderful, and the more than 20 Qingcheng Guan disciples who were watching the battle couldn't help but applaud when they saw this.

Even Wu De, who originally had a calm expression, couldn't help frowning slightly at this time, thinking that this Qingxuan, an old man, in order to save his life, actually played at a super level, and his sword was afraid that it had reached the level of a ground-level beginner martial artist.

The ghost hand wants to avoid this sword, and if he doesn't show some real skills, I'm afraid he won't be able to.

Qingxuan Dao Chang and the ghost hand advanced and retreated, attacking and defending, and instantly retreated more than ten meters away, seeing that the back of the ghost hand was about to hit a high wall, and there was no way to retreat.

There were several Qingchengguan disciples, as if they had seen the scene of the ghost hand being stopped and killed by a sword, and they couldn't help but cheer.

To everyone's surprise, before his back was about to press against the wall, the ghost hand made an extremely bold move,

The speed of his retreat suddenly increased by a few points, and then his waist twisted, and his body was slightly on the right side, and he actually used his left waist and abdomen position to meet the sword that Qing Xuan Dao Chang cut horizontally.

"Die!"

Qing Xuan Lao Dao gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the sword grasped it tighter, stimulating all the potential of his body, and slicing the sword forward horizontally.

When-

The sharp blade sliced into the ghost hand, and the sound of flesh being cut apart was not instantaneous, but the crisp sound of metal hitting stone.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao's sword, which had exhausted all his true essence and strength, seemed to cut into the extremely hard stone, bursting out a few sparks.

"What's on him?"

Qing Xuan Lao Dao was stunned, and as soon as this question rose in his heart, he saw a golden fist bombarding it at an unparalleled speed, and the end of the fist was aimed directly at his chest.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao's vision was abrupt, as if there was a Buddha in a golden Buddha robe, waving the Zen staff in his hand, smashing towards him, the coercion was overwhelming, making people desperate.

"Not good!"

Qing Xuan Lao Dao screamed secretly, his teeth bit his tongue violently, and under the pain, the illusion in front of him was instantly shattered.

Although Qing Xuan Lao Dao reacted quickly enough, it was not as fast as the fist of the ghost hand, and when the illusion in front of him disappeared, Qing Xuan Lao Dao found that the fist of the ghost hand had touched his chest and clothes, and there was no room to dodge at all.

"It's over!"

Before the end of the fist touched the flesh, Qing Xuan Lao Dao felt a majestic, heavy, and majestic force surging into his chest, as if he was about to smash everything.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao sighed, stimulated the last trace of potential, and concentrated all the true yuan in his chest, hoping to block the shocking blow of the ghost hand.

Hope is good, reality is cruel.

The fist of the ghost hand slammed into Qing Xuan Lao Dao's chest, blasting his whole person into the air, and his internal organs were completely destroyed, and he died.

Until he died, Qing Xuan Lao Dao didn't understand how his sword could be blocked so easily by the ghost hand.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao didn't know that since he didn't have a space ring, the ghost hand could only temporarily stuff some of the Yuan Stones that Fang Bai had given him into his clothes, and a few of them were stuffed into the pockets of his waist.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao's incomparable sword happened to cut into a piece of Yuan Stone in the lower left pocket of the Ghost Hand, and the hardness of the Yuan Stone was far beyond that of ordinary stones, so that sword failed to hurt the Ghost Hand at all.

"Uncle Shi!"

Looking at Qing Xuan Lao Dao who fell to the ground and died, the more than 20 Qingcheng Guan disciples who were watching the battle were stunned for a moment, and then let out a miserable cry, and rushed forward to surround the corpse of Qing Xuan Lao Dao.

"Fight with him!"

After a while, I don't know who shouted angrily, and more than 20 Qingchengguan disciples turned around, either with their bare hands or with long swords in their hands, and rushed towards the ghost hand with the same hatred.

The ghost hand lowered his head and sorted out the clothes that had been cut by the sword of Qingxuan Lao Dao, and then he stepped forward and broke into a group of Qingchengguan disciples.

Those Qingchengguan disciples are also Xuan-level beginner martial artists, if they calm down and join forces to attack, they may be able to cause a lot of trouble to the ghost hand, but at this moment, they are all enthusiastic, sad and angry, fighting for themselves, where is the opponent of the ghost hand?

The ghost hand was full of anger and coercion, merciless, almost one punch, blasting more than twenty Qingchengguan disciples out, and no one could stop the power of his punch.

More than ten minutes later, on the ground around the ghost hand's body, there were more than twenty corpses, and on each corpse, there was a deep collapse left by the bombardment of the ghost hand's fist.

"Change your clothes, let's go!"

Fang Bai took out a set of clothes from the spatial ring and threw it to the ghost hand, then turned around and walked down the mountain first.

Wu De grinned at the ghost hand and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.

The ghost hand walked in front of the clothes left by Fang Bai, his body shook slightly, the power of the true yuan penetrated, and a bloody cloth suddenly shattered to the ground, revealing his scarred body.

"Smoke and rain building...... Qingcheng View ...... Next, it's Shaolin's turn!"

The ghost hand picked up his clothes and quickly changed them, then glanced at the corpses of the Qingchengguan disciples all over the ground, and strode away.

"Brother, where is your next stop? If there is still a place for fighting, take me with you......! Ahem, Xiaodao, not only do I have a high ability to rob tombs, but I am also very strong in fighting!"

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Wu De looked at Fang Bai, who was standing on the side of the mountain road with his hands in his hands, with an indifferent face, rubbing his palms and asking with a smile.

In front of Fang Bai, he didn't dare to call himself "Dao Master", thinking about it, he still felt that "Xiaodao" was more appropriate.

No way, who made Fang Bai's strength stronger than him?

The strength of the ancient martial arts world is supreme, the one who reaches is the first, the one who is powerful in his fist is the uncle, Wu De lowered his posture, not only to curry favor with Fang Bai, but also to recognize his strength.

Fang Bai smiled: "I think you are more promising than fighting!"

Wu De thought that Fang Bai was mocking himself, and said with a dry smile: "I know that stealing people's graves is a lack of morality, but since I was a child, I have been used to following that wild Taoist master in this business, and I can't lose it!

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