In an instant, shouts, screams, loud shouts, and wild laughter came and went, and the Shuiyun Villa, which had been quiet just now, was now very lively, much more lively than the bazaar.

Qingsong Daoist heard Qingshi's reminder, felt the wind behind him, and hurriedly twisted his waist, one sideways to the side, Qi Wen's chain gun just grazed his waist, and the Taoist robe on his waist was cut out of a long hole, if Qingsong Daochang was half a minute slower, he would definitely be pierced by the chain gun with a transparent hole.

"Look for death!" Daoist Qingsong looked at the torn robe, and felt a little afraid in his heart, and then a nameless anger suddenly rose, shouted, and hurriedly made a move, swinging Qi Wen's chain gun, and then stabbed out eight swords in one breath, each sword stabbed at Qi Wen's vital point, it was really fatal.

Qi Wen was forced by Qingsong Daoist to be in a hurry, knowing that he was invincible, he hurriedly shouted: "Who will help and take down this bull-nosed old way?" Before the words fell, a loud shout rang out.

"I'm coming!"

The figure jumped, the knife fell with him, the big knife with the sound of whirring wind, so it was not terrifying, "fast knife" Wang Yuanze made a move to "split Huashan" and slashed towards the head of Qingsong Daochang, Qingsong Daochang kicked his feet fiercely, forced Qi Wen back, and his body jumped into the air to meet Wang Yuanze.

"Bell!" With a bang, the big knife slashed on the long sword, splashing sparks, Qingsong Daoist pushed forward with both hands, Wang Yuanze felt a strong force coming from the sword, and his body in mid-air was forced back by the hard-pressed Qingsong Daochang.

The Blood-Cloaked Sect Master quietly stepped aside, quietly watching the fight in front of him, silent, as if these people had nothing to do with him, he seemed to be an outsider at this moment!

The backyard has become a mess of porridge, slashing everywhere, desperately, either you die or I die, there is no love at all, who will be merciful to the enemy?

Ziwei Zhenren grabbed one move, and then attacked three more moves in a row, and said with a smile: "Xiao Batian, you still haven't come up with real skills, can you say that this is your real ability?" ”

"Haha......" Xiao Batian smiled: "The old man is afraid that you won't be able to bear it!" As he spoke, he flipped his palms violently, and the undercurrents were surging, and he slapped twelve palms in an instant, only to see palm shadows everywhere between the two, and then kicked out his feet one after another.

Seeing that Xiao Batian and the two of them seemed to be judged before, Ziwei Zhenren suddenly felt contempt in his heart, and hurriedly used Liuyunguan's peerless "Flowing Water Sword Technique", one move after another, and the long sword in his hand danced impenetrable.

Seeing this, Xiao Batian sneered: "It's been a long time, it turns out that you haven't grown at all over the years, hmph, it seems that you really can't do it!" With a slam push of both palms, a strong air flow was generated out of thin air, and under the guidance of Xiao Batian, like a huge wave, it rushed towards Ziwei Zhenren with a bang.

Seeing this, Ziwei Zhenren's heart sank, and he raised his strength to the peak, and a move "Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Sect" was displayed, stabbing at the oncoming invisible energy, when the long sword touched the qi, Ziwei Zhenren felt that the green steel sword in his hand seemed to be pierced on a piece of fine iron, and he couldn't even move an inch.

In this way, the sword and the strength are glued together, not up or down.

Xiao Batian was surprised when he saw that his stunt was sealed by Ziwei Zhenren's sword, and a smile appeared on his face, and said, "I can't imagine that the old Taoist priest still has some skills!" As he spoke, a majestic internal force gushed out, and with the continuous output of Xiao Batian's internal force, the invisible energy seemed to have become something tangible, and the tip of the Qinggang Sword was constantly trembling.

Suddenly, with a "click", the sword broke in response, and the strength was no longer resisted by the sword, like a torrent that instantly slapped on Ziwei Zhenren's body, and flew out backwards on the spot.

"Senior brother!" Zichen Zhenren has been fighting with the "Golden Whip Xi Shi" Yi Jinchai, and suddenly saw Ziwei Zhenren being shocked away, and his heart was filled with anger, so he hurriedly gave up Yi Jinchai and leaned over to Ziwei Zhenren's side.

Where would Yi Jinchai let Zichen Zhenren get his wish, and said with a strange smile: "Niubi, you don't take your old body too seriously!" With a shake of his hand, the golden whip wrapped around Zichen Zhenren's feet.

Zichen Zhenren's exclamation attracted the attention of the Liuyunguan Taoist priests present, and the Qingsong Daoist shouted violently, suddenly threw the long sword in his hand, and carried the "Xuanyin Divine Skill", his hands exuded a terrifying blood light, and he dodged and pounced on the opponent.

Qi Wen and Wang Yuanze felt as if the Qingsong Daoist had changed a person, the speed was much faster than the beginning, the two only felt a flower in front of them, and immediately lost the figure of the Qingsong Daochang, and when they reacted, the Qingsong Daoist had already arrived at their side, and the frightened Qi Wen and Wang Yuanze broke out in a cold sweat behind their backs, and before they could resist, the two of them were directly slapped away by the Qingsong Daochang.

The Blood-Clad Sect Master, who had been watching the battle, saw the change in Daoist Qingsong, his eyes burst into a burst of light, and then he kept staring at Daoist Qingsong.

After Qingsong Dao Chang patted the two people who were entangled, his body swept away, and he came to Ziwei Zhenren in the blink of an eye, and asked, "Uncle Ziwei, do you want it?" ”

The corners of Ziwei Zhenren's mouth were oozing blood, his face was pale, and his breath was immediately disordered, and he opened his mouth and panted: "The head of the door is about to lead everyone to rush out, leave me alone!" ”

Xiao Batian, who was originally slowly walking towards Ziwei Zhenren, was stunned, and immediately stopped, staring at Qingsong Daoist without blinking, from his body, Xiao Batian felt a trace of danger, and a throbbing rose in his heart.

Not long after Qingsong Daochang performed the "Xuanyin Divine Skill", he felt that he had a bloodthirsty impulse, and he secretly said something bad in his heart, so he hurriedly rushed towards Xiao Batian while he was still sober.

I saw a ball of silver light and a ball of blood shadow in the field constantly changing positions rapidly, and others were dazzled by it, and the two of them fought more than ten moves in an instant.

As time passed, Qingsong Daochang felt that his bloodthirsty impulse was getting stronger and stronger, and now the two were fighting, and he couldn't care so much, suddenly Qingsong Daochang looked up to the sky and roared, as if it was a beast roaring, and the heads of the people present were swollen, and they all stopped fighting freely, jumped out of the battle circle, and stared at Qingsong Daochang with a shocked face.

After the Qingsong Daoist roared, his eyes flashed with a strange red light, and he didn't know when it started around his body, and a cloud of blood mist appeared, completely enveloping the figure of the Qingsong Daoist, if he hadn't known in advance that the shadow in the blood mist was the Qingsong Daochang, he would have thought it was a monster if he met it by chance!

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