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On top of the twin swords, there was a powerful qi machine between heaven and earth, and at this moment, it seemed that there were only those two swords left in the sky.

The sword is slashed out.

Shangguan Xuanyun's body smashed backwards, blood spurted out of his mouth, his expression was extremely white, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The body fell to the ground heavily.

Splash of rubble.

Li Qifeng's body moved violently, and the dual swords in his hands stabbed forward.

The action is simple and straightforward.

But it is the most effective.

The double swords stabbed directly into Shangguan Xuanyun's chest, blood splattered out, Shangguan Xuanyun's expression became a little frightened, and his body kept trembling, without the slightest bit of his previous majesty.

Li Qifeng stood in front of Shangguan Xuanyun with a cold expression.

Yuan Hong moved, wanting to cut off Shangguan Xuanyun's head.

Suddenly, a brutal wind swept towards Li Qifeng.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Yuanhong's sword turned and slashed towards the strong wind.

A white-haired old Taoist appeared in front of Li Qifeng, the wide Taoist robe looked a little shabby, but it was cleanly washed, and a bamboo sword with some maturity hanging from his waist, the whole person looked unattractive, but it gave people a strange charm.

"Little friend...... If you have to spare people and go around, it's good to win, so why do you want to kill them all?"

Lao Dao said in a soothing tone.

Li Qifeng couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, looked at Lao Dao and said, "I don't know if the predecessors have seen the corpses of the Sword Sect disciples along the way, and how did they die?"

Lao Dao frowned slightly, looked at Li Qifeng, and said slowly: "Those people are already dead, why bother to cling to them?"

Li Qifeng's expression was cold, and he said sharply: "Since this is the case, then I am not welcome." ”

The blade turned.

Suddenly, he stabbed Shangguan Xuanyun again.

Lao Dao's face turned cold, and the bamboo sword on his waist moved, and he lightly picked it out and intercepted Li Qifeng's sword.

Li Qifeng's sword momentum turned, and Yuan Hong slanted up, with a fierce killing intent, like lightning, straight to the throat of the old way.

If the old road face is cold and frosty, the bamboo sword moves again, stabbing straight forward.

Sword tip to sword tip.

for tat, no concessions.

The seemingly dilapidated bamboo sword was not weaker than Yuanhong's power at all.

The sharp sword qi constantly collided and annihilated in the space between the two.

The bamboo sword actually gradually gained the upper hand.

Li Qifeng's body slowly retreated backwards.

Suddenly, the sword momentum of the bamboo sword turned, and the-for-tat force was suddenly unloaded.

At the moment when Yuanhong fell short.

Lao Dao's body suddenly moved, and a palm slapped on Li Qifeng's chest, and the ferocious force swept Li Qifeng's whole body, and in an instant, he turned his palm into a fist, and a brutal punch was smashed out, and the brutal force fell heavily on Li Qifeng's chest again.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The qi and blood in Li Qifeng's body kept tumbling, and he felt a little suffocated.

The old man's body slid forward.

His hands were pinched out and grabbed Li Qifeng's hands.

Li Qifeng's expression couldn't help but change, and Lao Dao's intention was very obvious - to seize the sword.

Move your feet.

Li Qifeng stepped back.

The old man's body stepped forward.

Be on somebody's trail.

Lao Dao's body leaned out again.

"Don't struggle anymore, this sword belongs to the Dao Sect. ”

Lao Dao let out a soft voice.

Li Qifeng's body stepped back even more frantically.

Lao Dao's eyes showed a trace of fierce killing intent.

The bamboo sword suddenly moved, stabbing directly into Li Qifeng's throat.

In the fierce killing intent, a smile emerged.

All of a sudden.

A sound of wind and thunder rang out, and the dervishes who had come from afar stood in front of the old man.

The prayer wheel in the hand stops rotating.

Two fingers outstretched.

Clamp the stabbed bamboo sword without moving.

There was a hint of surprise in Lao Dao's expression, the sharp sword qi on the bamboo sword was constantly surging, but the two fingers were still not moving.

The monk's expression was calm, as if he didn't feel the sharp sword qi.

Li Qifeng gasped heavily, and his internal force worked slowly, nourishing the five internal organs that had been hit hard by brute force.

The prayer wheel in the monk's hand began to rotate again.

The buzzing sound is endless.

The old Taoist looked at the prayer wheel and said, "The master of the Bodhi Temple?"

The monk's expression was still very calm, and the two fingers holding the bamboo sword moved slightly, and the bamboo sword was exaggeratedly bent.

Lao Dao's expression couldn't help but change, the monk actually wanted to break the tip of the bamboo sword, this is the bamboo sword that has accompanied him for nearly half his life, if the tip of the sword is broken, it will be the pain of being cut and the flesh will be cut.

The body moved slightly.

The old way is launched with a palm, which seems to be unremarkable, but in fact it contains a powerful killing machine.

The monk's body moved backwards.

The brutal wind blew his already tattered robes, but the sound of the warp wheel turning was louder.

"Are you mortal?"

There was a hint of surprise in the tone of the old way.

The monk's expression was still unchanged and calm, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he said slowly: "Is that the old Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple?"

Two words.

A very different tone, a very different state of mind.

There was shock in Lao Dao's tone, which just indicated his somewhat fearful state of mind.

The monk's tone was flat and mist, as if he were expounding on an ordinary matter.

Lao Dao nodded slowly.

He confessed his identity.

The identity of the monk in front of him is also certain, thirteen years ago in the dark night, they once met across the river, neither of them made a move, just stood on the riverside for a moment before leaving.

But Lao Dao's heart is very clear.

Fan Chen is disdainful of shooting.

And he was jealous and didn't dare to make a move.

Now that they meet again, ripples ripple again in Lao Dao's state of mind.

Slowly retracting the bamboo sword, Lao Dao looked at the monk and said slowly: "Aren't you not touching the dust of the world?"

The monk nodded slowly and said, "This is true, but I am meddling in the affairs of Buddhism. ”

"Buddhism?"

There was some surprise in Lao Dao's tone.

The monk turned around, looked at Li Qifeng, who was recuperating from his injuries, and said softly: "He is the first disciple of my Buddhist sect to appear with the luck of the Eight Futu Sect, you can't hurt him." ”

There was a look of disappointment in Lao Dao's expression.

looked at the monk and said, "But he is a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he is not a member of your Buddhist sect at all." ”

The monk smiled slowly, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and said softly: "The sea is inclusive of all rivers, there is a large capacity, how big is the mind of the Buddha, how can it be measured by you." ”

Lao Dao's expression froze.

The monk smiled and said slowly: "I advise you, there is cause and effect in the world, put down the butcher's knife, don't stain blood in vain, otherwise your fate in the future will be like a corpse in the river that night." ”

There was a hint of solemnity in the old Dao's expression.

His eyes looked at the monk and landed on the rotating prayer wheel.

The whimpering wind sound from the spinning was like a call from hell.