Strong!

It's suffocating!

So many elders and deacons.

He was killed in an instant.

What the hell is this monster.

"Who! Dare to come to my five buckets of rice to make trouble! ”

The next moment, eleven warriors leaped down from the tiles on the hall.

One of them is Zhang Shan, the head of the Five Dou Mi Sect, with five grades of strength.

The others are four in the four-grade realm and six in the three-grade realm.

There is also a five-product product.

However, the wearing is different from the ordinary Taoist robe of the Five Doumi Sect.

This person is a black robe.

Between Meiyu and Zhang Shan, who is in charge, believes.

"That's ...... The Black Elder who died in twenty years! ”

Someone recognized Zi, a special master of the Five Rank Realm.

Because he is another legend of the Five Doumi Sect.

Talent is as high as being in charge.

And it's also a brother, because foreign trade is similar.

So in order to avoid being misidentified, he wore a black robe.

However, it is said that he died 20 years ago because of a competition with others.

It's still just the four-grade realm.

I didn't expect to be alive.

And it's the same strength as the boss.

The people of the Five Doumi Sect were overjoyed.

They didn't care why Elder Hei Zhang Shui didn't die.

Instead, it became fanatical.

One teaches two five grades.

It's enough to compete with the martial artists of the sixth or seventh rank realm.

It turned out that their strength of five buckets of rice had already caught up with the six major factions.

They are proud.

They were excited.

"Here comes the grandchildren." Zhang Sanfeng's sword was held upside down behind him, and he stroked his beard:

"The lord guessed well, the five buckets of rice really hide their strength, and one more five products will pop up all of a sudden, I don't know what surprises there will be in the future!"

Grandchildren!

Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui were half angry!

Look at each other.

nodded, then rushed into the temple with his sword in hand!

One green and one gray, attacking left and right.

Kill Zhang Sanfeng!

Zhang Sanfeng's face did not change, he was still calm, and he swung his sword to fight him.

Three swords surged back and forth.

There was a golden sound, and the flames flew.

The three figures changed separately, and the people standing outside the hall did not dare to enter, and could only see countless afterimages.

After about a dozen moves.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in the head seat.

Zhang Shui and Zhang Shan each stood five steps away with their swords separately!

The two of them turned their backs to the people of the Five Doumi Sect.

The brows are wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

Sadness welled up in my heart.

The old man in front of him is too strong.

He can't hurt the slightest injury when he joins forces, and the opponent's swordsmanship is too famous, impermeable, and he can't break the defense at all.

And they can feel that this person is still at ease.

It was just a warm-up start.

The other party hasn't made a killing move yet, and he hasn't done his best.

Seven products!

Only the supreme of the seven grades has such ability.

"Could it be...... He's a hundred years old! ”

That's ridiculous!

Even if a warrior has a long lifespan, he is not seventy or eighty years old.

And the average person dies in fifty or sixty.

Either he was injured, or he was counterattacked by his own martial arts, or he was killed by a new generation of strong people.

The lake and river are the shadow of swords and blood.

Those who come out to mix have to be returned.

I really haven't heard of anyone who lived to be a hundred years old.

Yes, and the force is still so strong.

"Bu Jiu Death Array!"

The two made eye contact, then quickly backed away.

Exited the main hall directly.

Later, he took nine third-grade and fourth-grade masters to the platform of His Royal Highness.

Then each of the nine men stood in one direction.

Zhang Shui and Zhang Shui are in the middle.

Zhang Sanfeng walked out slowly.

Fairy wind bones, elegant and free.

It looks harmless to humans and animals, and it's just a cute old man.

But no one is daring to despise or even approach him.

The other disciples of the Five Doumi Sect retreated far away.

In this battle, they can't intervene in the scriptures.

Going up can only be a waste of seconds with a sword.

Seven Rank Supreme, a sword qi can take a person's life.

"Heke, nine deaths! It's kind of interesting. Zhang Sanfeng's eyes shrank slightly, and then he chopped his feet.

From the ladder to the make.

A few straight walk-throughs.

The next moment it was the best step in front of the battle.

Then he jumped straight into the middle of the formation.

Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui held their swords and leveled their shoulders.

Knees lowered slightly.

Then he began to take small steps around Zhang Sanfeng.

Ten steps later, the nine people in the outer circle also began to point at Zhang Sanfeng with their blades, and Tong Zeng began to move around.

The third abundance stood in place, proudly standing tall and unmoving.

The sword was behind him, and the old god was looking ahead, his ears moving slightly, listening to the enemies around him!

At the same time, Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui exchanged their eyes in the air and nodded slightly.

The other nine also glanced at their companions on the left and right.

Almost at the same time, the eleven men stretched out their belts with their free hands.

Hands clasped gently.

"Kill!"

Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui roared at the same time.

The four people outside also shouted at the same time: "Nine deaths and one life - change!" ”

Then eleven people's hands on their waists flung at Zhang Sanfeng.

I saw eleven yellow runes flying past.

Some turned into smoke!

Some of them turned into dust.

Some of them turned into hidden weapons.

Some of them turned into a belt.

Some of them turned into ropes!

Some of them turned into fragrance!

In short, Zhang Sanfeng's position was shrouded in smoke and obscured by wind and dust.

The belts were interspersed with the past, and the ropes were put around, limiting Zhang Sanfeng's moving space to death.

The fragrance is intoxicating, and when you smell it, you will pour.

At this time, Zhang Shan and Zhang Shui's swift long swords stabbed at the third abundance of the Central Plains.

Zhang Sanfeng blocked with a sword in one hand, and directly attacked each other with his bare hands with the other.

Wudang Jiuyang Gong, created according to the fragment Jiuyang, practicing this exercise, practicing the essence, is the highest internal strength of the Wudang School.

Zhang Sanfeng is a unique master, and it is also a practice that must be practiced for body protection and self-defense.

It is not a big deal to turn a sword into a sword and strike with a sword.

Instead, he entered the sword scroll with his hand, and with his deep internal strength, he directly destroyed the opponent's blade.

Zhang Shan was shocked and retreated.

Zhang Shui found nothing after two swords.

At this time, nine people from the periphery gathered and entered.

The blades attacked Zhang Sanfeng left and right, front and back, upper, middle and lower.

It looks like it's about to touch it.

At this time, the long sword of the third abundance flew out, killing the enemy on the right with a single sword.

Broke its nine-man array.

Then exercise with both hands, and start Tai Chi.

Then his eyes opened, and a cold front of essence was shot.

Arms outstretched.

Just listen to the boom.

The ropes, the bundles of cloth, all broken.

The smoke, the dust, poured out in all directions.

The eight people who rushed up all let out a miserable scream and flew backwards for more than 20 steps.

Then he vomited blood, and the dead and wounded were wounded, and none of them had the strength to fight.

"The internal strength is endless, how is this possible!"

"The breath of the Nine Rank Ascending Genius!"

Li Shan and Li Shui were shocked.

Just now, they were also somewhat affected.

Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength is far beyond ordinary people, at least the thickness of six or seven five-grade masters.

How could this old man have so many.

It's obviously just a six-pin.

That's right, real strength can't fool them.

They knew Zhang Sanfeng's true strength through the scriptures.

But this old man is a little weird.

Don't you have three or four dantians!

"It's a pity that the seven disciples of the old way are not there, otherwise the seven interception formations of the True Martial Arts will destroy your mountain gate with one move!" The third Feng sighed with regret, and then slowly walked towards Zhang Shui in the black robe:

"If you died twenty years ago, why are you still alive!"

When Zhang Shui heard this, his pupils shrank, and he turned around and fled!