"I didn't!" The old teapot took a step back, his face was as pale as earth, and he swore: "Zhiyang Zhenren, I swear to the heavens, I have not hurt any of my fellow disciples, otherwise, the sky will hit five thunders, and you will not die well! You don't listen to the slanderous rumors that make a big mistake! The monk of silence is very murderous! He only thinks about improving his cultivation, and he is not willing to share with the same sect at all, he just wants to monopolize the treasures of heaven and earth, I am afraid that after I die, he will immediately kill you and snatch the treasures of heaven and earth!"

"Hehe, old teapot, you can reverse black and white, do you think I look like that kind of greedy person? Hurry up and kill yourself! By the way, before the old teapot commits suicide, you tell us the route of Liuli Island, or give us the navigation map of Liuli Island!"

"The nautical map, it was on you back then, and it is still on you now, you led us to Liuli Island back then, just to weaken the power of other sects, and then unify and shake the line! Do you think I don't know?" the old teapot gasped with anger, and said viciously at the monk of silence.

"Fart! If Uncle Silence is trying to weaken the power of Zhengyangmen and Yangyiguan, why should he kill his own disciples of Tianyang Temple! You don't make sense of bullshit!" a disciple said thinking he was smart, drew his sword, and took a step closer, "Draw your sword! Since you don't want to commit suicide and apologize, then we will take your dog's life together!"

"That's to frame me! Do you think that I can't even kill my own teacher?, why don't you believe me, but believe the old bald donkey?"

"What's so strange about that?" A Taoist priest of Yang Yiguan waved his sword, attacked him, and stabbed three swords in a row, making a fatal move, and said, "You are afraid of being punished by the master, of course you will kill your mouth!" But why should the master of silence kill the disciple who is no threat to him?"

"Listen to my explanation!" The old teapot just blocked, and did not fight back, because he knew that the Zhiyang Zhenren must have been deceived by the Master of Silence, and if he and the disciples of Yang Yiguan were defeated, they would be in the hands of the monk of Silence.

Although the cultivation of the old teapot is not as good as that of the monk of silence, however, the disciples of Yang Yiguan are generally cultivated by the yellow rank, and they don't even have the yellow rank, how can that Taoist priest be the opponent of the old teapot, and his arm was numb by the old teapot Chilian Qingfeng Sword, so he didn't fly out of his hand.

This little Taoist priest originally didn't put the old teapot in his eyes, but this time he suffered a dumb loss, and he couldn't help but be even more annoyed, so angry that his little face turned red, and said angrily: "Bull-nosed old Taoist, you still dare to fight back." If you didn't monopolize Liuli Island, how could you have the Soul Stone?"

"This ......" The old teapot was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but die of depression.

He swam from the sea to the East China Sea only to find that he was stuffed with a love spirit stone in his arms, he knew that this thing was the treasure of Liuli Island, and he cherished it very much, so he kept it with him, but unexpectedly, this became the evidence of the other party's conviction of himself.

Now that I think about it, it was the monk of Silence who deliberately left this gem to him and blamed him. Now, he's really yellow mud falling into the crotch of his pants, and it's not but anymore.

"Old teapot, you have nothing to say!" Zhiyang Zhenren snorted coldly, drew his sword, pointed at the old teapot and said to the monk of Silence: "Master of Silence, you also once said that if anyone can get rid of this great evil, they will be able to shake the whole vein unified!

"Yes, this person is our confidant, after getting rid of him, he will be the hero of our shake line! Of course, he is worthy of a great responsibility!" The eyes of the monk of silence flashed a trace of pride, and he bowed his head slightly, "I am old, and my cultivation has not improved much in recent years!

"Thank you Master Silence for your support!" Zhiyang Zhenren was overjoyed, shaking the light of the lineage, which had already begun to decline twenty years ago, but if the three sects were unified, this line would still have a lot to do.

"You're welcome!" said the Master of Annihilation, bowing his head.

"Big teapot, you should die!" Zhiyang Zhenren turned around and shook the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword walked lightly, like a spiritual snake, stabbing towards the old teapot.

Bang! There was a soft sound, the old teapot lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the green bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch.

He hurriedly said: "Zhiyang Zhenren, do you think you are my opponent? I am already at the peak of the late stage of the Xuan Rank, but I am not willing to kill you." Because our two tigers are fighting, we have fallen for the trick of silence!"

Zhiyang Zhenren stabbed out with a sword, but he didn't even touch a single hair from the old teapot.

He couldn't help but blush with shame, and shouted angrily: "All disciples, listen, Tiangang Beidou Array!"

Whew!

The seven best disciples quickly pulled out their swords, moved like rabbits, and with tacit understanding, they quickly surrounded the old teapot, and stood in the position of the Big Dipper, all the tips of the swords pointed at the old teapot.

"Zhiyang Zhenren actually taught his disciples to form the Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation, it's really gratifying!" said Master Silence with a smile in his eyes.

"Hahaha-that's of course!The Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation is the most powerful killing weapon in my Yang Yiguan, how can I not let my disciples cultivate?" Zhiyang Zhenren smiled proudly.

Ever since Yang Yiguan was led by the Black Dragon Society's Chiba True Dragon to lead the ninja to kill several first-class disciples, Zhiyang Zhenren realized that his disciples were getting weaker and weaker, but he came up with the method of practicing sword formations and using team combat to improve the strength of his disciples.

The seven disciples of the sword formation are all Huang-level cultivators, but because of the subtlety of the formation, the tacit understanding, the lethality is amazing, after many exercises, he, a Xuan-level master, is not an opponent, and today, the old teapot is definitely a dead end. When the old teapot is seriously injured, he will go up to make up for a sword, then he will be the leader of the shaking line in the future, and the unification of the three major sects can suppress the masters of the Taoyuan and Yaochi two veins, and even the unification of the Luofu sect is just around the corner.

In an instant, the sword light was huo, the sword qi was horizontal, and the old teapot had already fought viciously with the seven disciples of Yang Yiguan.

At the beginning, the old teapot had the advantage by virtue of his domineering cultivation, but after a while, he began to secretly complain, and he was stumbling.

This Tiangang Beidou Array is really wonderful, the old teapot attacked to the west with one sword, and in the other three directions, five or six swords immediately took the opportunity to sneak attack.

He was just about to turn around and block, when the disciple from the west had already stabbed him in the arm with a sword, and blood flowed profusely from the ground.

"Kill! you have been slandering me, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The old teapot was angry from his heart, both aggrieved and angry, ignoring the few swords behind him, and stabbed to the west with one sword, completely regardless of life and death, and the way of fighting was a lose-lose situation.

Burst!

One of the disciples was stabbed in the heart by him and was killed instantly, and the old teapot dodged the three swords that stabbed him from all directions, but there was still one sword that pierced his shoulder blade.

"Thief, let's die!" The old teapot was red-eyed, and seeing that the Taoist priest who stabbed him wanted to escape, he grabbed the sword and let the sharp blade cut the palm of his hand into blood, and the account was broken, and a sword swept over.

Burst!

Another sound of blood splattering sounded, and the Taoist priest's neck was cut off in an instant, and the wild blood sprayed his head three or four meters high, rolling far to the side.

"Thief, I'll kill you, and then kill that evil monk!" The old teapot was like a mad tiger, and he quickly swung his sword and attacked the other disciples.

This guy has been holding his breath for decades, and today he was wronged by these Taoist priests of Yang Yiguan, and this anger and resentment broke out instantly. Combat effectiveness immediately rose a notch.

The so-called soft ones are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal ones are afraid of dying, for a while, several Taoist priests were frightened, and they could retreat, and the formation was chaotic and unlawful.

Zhiyang Zhenren didn't expect that the old teapot would be more and more courageous, and immediately commanded two Taoist priests to make up for it, and shouted: "Stand still!

"Yes, Master!" After the two Taoist priests made up for it, their positions were stabilized again, and the seven swords, like seven poisonous snakes, formed a dense sword net and attacked the old teapot.

The old teapot had a sword stuck in his shoulder, blood flowed everywhere around his body, his true qi leaked out, his body became more and more weak, and his movements became more and more sluggish.

Poof! Poof! In the blink of an eye, he was hit three times in a row! The move was fatal, and the blood spurted wildly! However, he still did not stop, and killed another little Taoist priest.

A Taoist priest rolled to the ground, and another sword swung out with great speed, attacking his ankle.

"Ahh

Seven swords surrounded him from all sides, pointed at him all over the body, and sank into his flesh, but they did not pierce him, but only subdued him.

One of the disciples shouted happily, "Master, please come and execute him and avenge the ancestor!"

"I hate it so much...... the old teapot propped up the ground with a soft sword, his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, could it be that he was going to die here unjustly today?

The tea bowl was lying on the top of the side hall, seeing this scene, his heart was anxious and desperate, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, trembling slightly.

Senior Ye, why haven't you come yet? It's over! Master is going to hang up!

"You stand down!" Zhiyang Zhenren is very happy, from now on he will be the boss of the shaking line, unifying the three major sects, and inexhaustible treasures of heaven and earth.

He walked over with a smile, waved the sword in his hand, pointed at the throat of the old teapot, and said with a cruel smile: "Give me the map of Liuli Island, I can spare you from death!"

"No!" When he was about to die, the old teapot became indifferent, and looked at Zhiyang Zhenren with disdain and said, "I really pity you!"

"Your subordinates are defeated, you pity me, are you crazy?" Zhiyang Zhenren felt inexplicable, "When death is coming, you are still hard-mouthed!"

"My pity is that you are kept in the dark by that evil monk, if you kill me, the next second, he will kill you! I still want to shake the whole vein! You dream! Give me a good time!" The old teapot held his head high, and his eyes did not blink.