"Stinky Daoist, this is your own death, don't blame me!" Luo Fanchen was also angry, and the long sword was cut out mercilessly, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The sword light was cold, and Luo Fanchen rushed to the unscrupulous Taoist priest in just three arrow steps, Kunlun thirteen styles, one move is more tricky than the other, and one move is faster than the other.

The unscrupulous Taoist priest retreated one after another, scolding as he ran: "Sissy, do you think you can cut the Taoist master me with a sword?" Joke...... Let's try it again after two years of milk......"

"Daochang Zhang, this is the quality of your martial arts disciples?" At the gate of the Great Temple of the Medicine King Valley, an old man with eyebrows like swords and a pale pale look at the old Taoist priest beside him with sharp eyes.

"Ahem, this is nature, and the poor Dao has also been disciplined, but this bad disciple has not changed after repeated teachings, it is really helpless...... "The old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain responded embarrassedly.

"Hmph."

This old man from Kunlun snorted coldly, stopped overdoing it, no longer paid attention to the old Taoist, and watched the competition intently.

"Ahhhhh

"Damn, this sissy is much more difficult to deal with than that little monk!"

After dodging the fourth sword of the fallen mortal dust, the unscrupulous Taoist priest thought with some fear: "Do you really want to force the Taoist master to take out my housekeeping skills?" ”

"Uhhh

Just when the unscrupulous Taoist priest was distracted, a sword light slashed, which frightened him and screamed, and hurriedly dodged, although the person was fine, but the Taoist robe on his body left a gap.

"This is what you forced me to do!"

When the unscrupulous Taoist priest saw the sixth sword of the mortal dust slashing, he shouted angrily, and then turned around abruptly, and his pace was more than double that of the previous esoteric.

"Stinky Daoist, you regret it now, it's still urgent, my Kunlun Thirteen Style, after the sixth Style, I don't see blood, I don't collect the sword......" Luo Fanchen said with a murderous intent while swinging the sixth sword.

"Che Che, do you think you will be afraid? Didn't you just say that my life would be in danger with your last sword? Ahh Hurry up and cut it, and after you finish it, let Dao Ye and I kill you! ”

The unscrupulous Taoist priest kept muttering while facing the sword light: "Don't think that you can go to heaven with any garbage thirteen styles, Daoist master, I will also Tai Chi dog boxing......

When everyone listened to the words of the unscrupulous Taoist priest, their expressions were strange, and even they felt angry for Luo Fanchen, not to mention Luo Fanchen himself.

"Ahh

Luo Fanchen's eyes suddenly turned red, he lost his mind, after the sixth sword was cut out, the seventh sword followed closely, and the power of this sword was obviously nearly twice as powerful as the previous sword.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain frowned slightly, he naturally knew the characteristics of the Kunlun Thirteen Style, after the sixth sword, each sword, the power was superimposed by one and five times.

This kind of swordsmanship can be called a peerless skill, and it can be regarded as the top existence in the offensive martial arts.

But any martial arts has pros and cons, and this set of swordsmanship also has its disadvantages, that is, under the grandmaster, he can only urge the six swords.

Because above the six swords, it requires extremely strong true qi support and control ability, and it is difficult to cut out without a grandmaster, and the possibility of losing control is very high.

At the same time, because after getting out of control, the sword moves cannot be stopped, and the continuous transmission of true qi will also lead to the death of the user's exhaustion.

"Isn't this old fellow worried that the mortal dust will be exhausted and forgotten?"

The old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain glanced at the old man of Kunlun who looked like usual, and he didn't know why, but he had an ominous premonition.

The valley master of the Medicine King Valley, as well as the old monk Jiang Yong, and the representatives of several other major sects couldn't help but glance at the old man Kunlun when he took out his sword.

Just when all the grandmasters were puzzled, the unscrupulous Taoist priests in the audience dodged the seventh sword of the mortal dust without danger.

"It's actually the Tai Chi of Wudang Mountain!!"

An elder of a small sect immediately exclaimed in surprise when he saw the unscrupulous Taoist priest's elegant steps and the familiar starting style.

Not only him, but everyone present, I'm afraid no one knows it, but some people are puzzled: "It's not a rumor, the complete Tai Chi has disappeared in the catastrophe a hundred years ago...... Why is he still using it? Could it be that if you rely on half of the exercises, you can't win the Kunlun Thirteen Styles that fall into the mortal world? ”

Hearing his words, the young man beside him shook his head and said, "Look at it, this unscrupulous Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain is very cunning, since he dares to use it, he must have his confidence." ”

"No, the strength of the peak of dark energy, after wielding this eighth sword, it should be a little difficult to ......" Qin Tian looked at the red-eyed Luo Fanchen on the field, his brows furrowed slightly.

The power of this sword is equivalent to a half-step grandmaster attacking with all his might.

The unscrupulous Taoist priest gritted his teeth, and no longer scolded, his face was solemn, showing what he had learned without reservation, his body was elegant, and his fist style was soft and rigid.

"Bang-"

This time, the unscrupulous Taoist dodged Luo Fanchen's sword sideways, and quickly got close to his body, his palms seemed to be gentle, but they were really fierce and slapped on Luo Fanchen's body.

"Four or two thousand pounds??"

On the viewing seat, countless old men stood up, their faces were incredible, this move was a lost move in Taiji, whether it was Wudang Mountain, Chen's, or Yang's, there was no existence of this trick.

The representatives of the main sect also looked at the old Taoist priest in Wudang in surprise, but this old Taoist priest did not look half proud at the moment, but had a solemn face.

Because Luo Fanchen actually used the ninth sword.

This sword is one and a half times the power of the eighth sword, although it does not have the power of a grandmaster, it is not something that an ordinary half-step grandmaster can resist, not to mention that the cultivation of unscrupulous Taoists has only reached the peak of dark power.

"No, he's using the ninth sword to borrow power, and he wants to use the tenth sword to kill the unscrupulous Taoist priest......" Before Qin Tian finished speaking, Luo Fanchen swung the tenth sword into the air as well.

"I throw in the towel! I throw in the towel! ”

The unscrupulous Taoist priest knew what he wanted to do when he saw Luo Fanchen swinging the ninth sword into the air, but he still dared to try to block the tenth sword with the complete Taiji in his hand, anyway, he had a way to protect himself.

But this eleventh sword obviously already had the power of a grandmaster, and it was not something he could resist at all, so he simply admitted defeat.

After all, there is a world of difference between dark energy and chemical energy, one is qualitative change, and the other is reborn, which cannot be compared at all.

It's just that Luo Fanchen didn't hear it, his eyes were red, and he raised his sword to kill.

"Hey, this momentum seems to be a little wrong, the true qi is released, isn't this something that can only be done by touching the transformation realm? Is it ......?"

With the mystery of the 'Sunflower Treasure Book' and the perception of his grandmaster's peak, Qin Tian sensed a trace of unusual aura on Luo Fanchen's body, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he finally knew why this guy dared to use the back seven forms of the Kunlun Thirteen Styles.

"It's not good, that guy's hidden cultivation."

Qin Tian hurriedly ordered: "Shadow, that Taoist priest is quite interesting, come out and save his life." ”

As a kendo master, Shadow naturally noticed the strange aura on Luo Fanchen's body, but she didn't have Qin Tian's powerful perception and couldn't judge.

Hearing Qin Tian's words at this moment, she didn't hesitate to make a move, and her figure floated out, and the afterimage said, shocking many people on the stage who didn't know the truth.

They didn't cultivate enough, they didn't notice anything wrong with Luo Fanchen at all, they only felt that the two of them were fighting very well, and when they saw the shadow shoot at this moment, they were all angry.

Even the representatives of the various sects in front of the big temple frowned in unison, but out of identity, they did not stop immediately.

The shadow instantly appeared in front of the desperate unscrupulous Taoist priest, blocking the eleventh sword of Luo Fanchen for him.

"Get out of here, I'm going to kill this dead Taoist priest today!"

Luo Fanchen roared angrily, clenched his teeth, and unwillingly swung out the twelfth sword, which was already out of his limit, and also made him completely out of control.

The two long swords collided together, sparks shot out, the shadow did not retreat for half a step, and Luo Fanchen also did not let go of the sword again.

"Dust, stop."

At this time, the old man of Kunlun was finally no longer calm, the reason why he was not in a hurry before was because he was sure to let Luo Fanchen stop, as for whether the unscrupulous Taoist priest died or not, it had nothing to do with him.

It's just that the appearance of the shadow actually forced Luo Fanchen to swing the last sword, if this sword is bloody, it's okay, he has a way to save the exhausted Luo Fanchen.

But if this sword is blocked by the shadow, it is equivalent to breaking the skill of falling into the mortal dust, and it will inevitably make him go crazy.

Moreover, Luo Fanchen relied on his half-step grandmaster's cultivation to forcibly exercise this set of swordsmanship, which is itself a state of exhaustion, and if he goes mad, he will definitely die.

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