"You run, run! Hahaha, the heir of the dignified Heavenly Master's Mansion is like a lost dog, everyone look at it, this is your Central Plains orthodoxy, this is the strength of your Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

In just a few breaths, the huge square was smashed with thousands of holes, Zhang Ziliang was arrogant, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Zhang Shouyang had been forced into a corner, and when he heard it, he seemed to be annoyed, and shouted: "Don't bully people too much, I will risk this life, and I will fight with you!"

He immediately stood still, took out a peachwood sword from his waist, and read: "Please please, the peachwood sword god, descend the heaven and earth patrol of the world, the small law sacrifice flying sword, the killing life is gone, and the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

With a wave of the wooden sword, a layer of fluctuations enveloped the sword body, and it flew up in the air, directly taking the opponent's head.

"Sacrificial swordsmanship, little Doyle!"

Zhang Ziliang was very disdainful, and shook the willow whip, "Nine dozen wood folds itself, break it for me!"

Syllable!

The willow branch was drawn on the peachwood sword, and the imaginary break did not appear, but the speed of the wooden sword suddenly accelerated, pulling out a long phantom, and stabbing at the other party.

"This is not a sacrificial sword technique!"

Zhang Ziliang was startled, leaned over, and rolled on the ground suddenly, which could be avoided.

Brush!

Before he could stabilize his center of gravity, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that his left forearm was empty, and blood was spurting wildly, leaving only a piece of his upper arm hideous.

Airplanes!

He felt that his mind was black again, and he was in a coma, so he hurriedly slapped a talisman on his body and swallowed another pill before he could barely suppress his injuries.

"Good ......"

Zhang Jintong saw it clearly, half of his buttocks were raised, and then he sat down silently. Lu Yuanqing also shook his head and sighed, it's a pity!

It's a pity that this trick is called the Sword Technique, and it is the small Taoist method found in the White Crane Underground Palace.

It doesn't have such things as sword qi and sword mang, it's just a side door technique, and it has no potential for improvement, so it's a low-level version of the flying sword. But the advantages are also very obvious: the casting threshold is low, it is easy to get started, and the requirements for swords are relaxed, whether it is a mahogany sword or a steel sword.

The sword technique is just one move, and when the sword flies out, it will turn into an afterimage, and the power is considerable.

In layman's terms, do you understand enchantment?

This is created by the Baihe Daoist in his spare time, and he wrote it down in the jade slip casually, Zhang Shouyang wanted to surprise him, but he still let the other party dodge.

"Zhang Shouyang!"

Zhang Ziliang was angry, like a crazy peak, and he didn't care about the spread in all directions, so he pulled out a yellow scroll, "This is what you asked for, what you did!"

"Please, the Yin soldiers are coming soon, the iron chains and locks are with me, the ecstasy boy is regent, and the soul is not immortal!"

He squirted a mouthful of essence blood on the scroll, and the scroll lit up red, as if the activation power was insufficient, and then it dimmed again. His eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly lashed out, and his right hand grabbed his left upper arm, and his luck was torn apart.

"Ahh

With a scream, everyone at the scene was horrified, this man actually tore off one of his left arms alive, and the blood flowed like a pour, soaking the yellow shaft.

He convulsed in pain, and even pressed the scroll hard with his severed arm down, and a blurry mark immediately appeared.

"Ecstasy Boy Regent, Soul Capture Soul Capture Immortal, Yin Soldier Appears!" he roared again.

"Roar!"

"Whew!"

In an instant, the wind in the field was gusting, the ghosts were crying and howling, and the crowd on the wall was terrified, as if they were about to go to hell. This scroll is a small law scroll left by the ancestors, which is sealed with five Yin soldiers, once released, it is to chase the soul and ask for life, and the living soul is gone.

Mu Kun's face immediately changed, this was beyond the scope of the battle between the two sides, and Lu Yuanqing also stood up, ready to stop it.

Zhang Shouyang looked solemn, with a little unwillingness, and couldn't help but sigh secretly: The Heavenly Master Ancestor is above, am I destined to die here?

"Lend you a sword. ”

Who?

He jerked his spirit, only to hear a faint voice in his ear, repeating, "Borrow you a sword." ”

"You ......"

Zhang Shouyang pursed his lips, and a certain figure faintly appeared in his mind, but he couldn't think much about it at the moment, hesitated for a moment, and with a wave of the brush, he sacrificed the peachwood sword.

"Hahaha, donkey skills are poor!"

Zhang Ziliang raised his head and laughed, and roared: "Go, peel my skin and cramps, ingest my soul, I want him to never be reborn!"

"Roar!"

Large clouds of black smoke poured out of the scroll, forming a black cloud behind him, and the fierce Yin soldiers loomed in the clouds, and flew forward in a cloud of clouds.

Brush!

At the same time, the peachwood sword flew over again, plain and unusual. He waved the willow whip, looked at the wooden sword, made sure that it was the same as last time, and sneered: "Six dozen spirits are scattered, give me ......"

Ga!

The second half of him was instantly stuck in his throat, his arrogance turned into horror, his sneer turned into stiffness, and he shouted like crazy: "This is impossible!"

Rumble!

That sword seemed to fly from the sky, and halfway through, the sword light suddenly soared, and a puff of golden flames poured out from the sword body, majestic and magnificent, and murderous!

As if no words could describe its speed and might, it slashed through the willow whip and slashed into the cloud barriers.

"Roar!"

"Sizzle...... Whew!"

The five Yin soldiers wailed violently, and the black clouds rolled like waves, rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The golden light filled the sky, the flames were dotted like lotuses, swaying, enveloping half of the square, in the red and black staggered, the people who reflected were dizzy and fascinated, and their hearts were pounding.

Almost instantly, the Yin Soldier turned into ashes.

The sword comes to the golden mang, and the blue sky ghost fog disappears!

"No, no......"

Zhang Ziliang was stunned, his mind was so confused that he didn't even dare to resist. He only felt that his eyes were piercing, and then his consciousness darkened, and he didn't even feel the slightest pain.

“……”

Everyone watched dumbfoundedly, the wooden sword broke through the willow whip, penetrated the black clouds, and killed him all the way, like cutting tofu.

Poof!

Zhang Ziliang was divided into two, half of the body was separated from the left and right, and fell neatly to the ground.

Dead!

The whole scene of the East Hidden Courtyard was silent, and there was no sound.

Everyone riding on the wall was stunned, their mouths opened wide, and the reflex arcs of their thoughts and limbs were all in a state of panic. I was chased and beaten just now, why, how did I win?

Oh, yes! It should be Zhang Shouyang who deliberately hid clumsy and found the right time to kill with one blow?

There are also passions, plopping down from the wall, falling to the ground and grinning: "Hahaha, I am mighty in Longhu Mountain! Daomen is mighty! Xia Guo is mighty!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Zhang Ziliang's doorman rushed over and collected the body for him, his hands and feet were sluggish, and his eyes were complicated. The backer fell, his confidence was suddenly lost, and there was great fear in his grief.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Zhang Shouyang looked at the stage, and the thirty-five friends slipped over, and finally stopped at the last seat, where it was empty.

"Heh, it's really a problem!"

He secretly smiled bitterly, after all, it was only with the help of others that he won the competition, and there were indeed signs of discouragement and unstable mood in an instant. But then, I became extremely firm again: I am fighting for the Dao system, but my ability is not good, and I will cultivate more in the future, and this favor will be returned.

"Alas......"

Mu Kun sighed, no sorrow or joy, this result was expected.

Either Longhu Mountain wins, or overseas wins, or Phoenix Mountain shoots, and Longhu Mountain wins...... When planning before, I took into account the correspondence between Gu Yu and the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

He shook his head, walked slowly to the front of the stage, and announced loudly: "Zhang Ziliang is defeated, and Longhu Mountain wins!"

……………………

Zhang Ziliang is dead, the doorman is still there, according to the agreement, they can go, but the Taoist system they have learned must stay. There is no need for Longhushan to take action, the government will help them take care of it.

These disciples have followed Zhang Ziliang for many years and are well aware of his secret secrets.

They are also very knowledgeable about current affairs, after all, if they confess, they can still save their lives. And except for Aoun, the rest of the disciples of the Xia Kingdom race all revealed their intention to join the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

At that time, there were a lot of things taken from overseas, including a total of 72 talisman spells and 18 small magic weapons of various kinds, all of which were powerful but varied and had special purposes.

The more powerful one is the evil seal of the Zhenshan Mountain, a three-hundred-year-old peachwood magic sword, two purple runes, and five blue runes.

The Heavenly Master Seal does exist, but it is not in Zhang Ziliang's hands, but together with the "Taishang Ghost Sutra", it is left in the secret room of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Nanyang.

There was no way, the Special Bureau discussed with the Daoist Academy again, and sent a few good hands to get Yin Yunyun, but he didn't mention it.

After the duel, everyone gathered in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Although Chen Muzi died and Zhang Shouyang also had a great decline in strength and needed to recuperate for several months, the overall atmosphere was very cheerful.

"Congratulations, the Heavenly Master Dao has been divided for a hundred years, and it is enough to be unified under your tenure, which is enough to go down in the ages. ”

In the inner hall, tea, Lu Yuanqing replaced wine with tea and toasted Zhang Jintong with a cup.

"Hehe, don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's just a fluke, thanks to your great help!"

Ouch, the turmoil has passed, Zhang Jintong is so comfortable, happy like a moon flower, waving his hands again and again to be humble.

"Where, it is the merits of you and Senior Brother Zhang, and no one can erase them. ”

Everyone was in a good mood, and the polite words slipped and slipped. Don't think that Taoist priests can't socialize, it's human nature.

"Uncle!"

After talking for a long time, Zhang Shouyang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Where is Gu Jushi now, I want to thank you in person." ”

He left without waiting for the end of the fight, saying that he would go back to Yingtan first, and then go back to Phoenix Mountain tomorrow. ”

Zhang Jintong paused and said: "I think it's better not to see it, I know my own intentions, but it will be embarrassing to meet." ”

“……”

Zhang Shouyang was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Tan Chongdai, who was next to him, heard this, and suddenly said, "Abbot, when will we go back to the mountain?"

"If nothing happens, I'll be back tomorrow. ”

"Oh, then I'll be away for half a day and go home tomorrow morning. ”

"Okay, be careful. ”

Basically, Lu Yuanqing generally doesn't care about their private affairs, and he also gives them considerable respect on weekdays.

"Alright, I'll take my leave. ”

Tan Chongdai looked a little strange, arched his hand at everyone, and walked out of the inner hall with a thin body.

Zhang Jintong looked at his back, Xu is very old, and suddenly felt sad, and said: "The old Taoist has a long time. ”

“……”

Everyone was speechless, and after a long time, Lu Yuanqing sighed faintly, "Yes, time is running out." ”

(This chapter is for KovenChan...... ）