There are many sects of Taoism in China, and they are respected by the Tao of the Heavenly Master.

The Heavenly Master Dao was surnamed Zhang in all dynasties, and at the end of the Han Dynasty, the Sect advocated Lu to divide Hanzhong and become a prince.

Therefore, he had enough money, food, elixir and martial arts to train his disciples.

Unexpectedly, his son cultivated to become a Heavenly Master, but his apprentice Yao Daoyi cultivated into a martial arts master.

In terms of martial arts, Yao Daoyi is the respect of the Chinese Daomen.

Yao Daoyi is the head of the Huaxia Daomen, when Cao Cao pacified Hanzhongdi, he was already among the top masters, once competed with Xu Chu, regardless of the top, now ten years have passed, his cultivation is more sophisticated.

The Tiangang sword in his hand alone was injected into the Taoist True Yuan by him, and the sword was like electricity, as if thunder and lightning were falling from the sky, and the target was directly aimed at Fengzhou.

"Thunder Sword!"

Feng Zhou's eyes narrowed.

He has carefully studied the "Nine Yin True Scripture", which is the supreme Taoist mastery, but it must be more gorgeous and exquisite than the Taoist martial arts thousands of years ago, but it has lost the simplicity of coarse minerals, and the lethality may be greater, but the power is inferior.

When he came to this world, he also took advantage of the gap to go to Mount Emei, visited the Fang Shi who lived on it, and appreciated their martial arts, but the Fang Shi's martial arts were obviously not as good as the Yao Daoyi in front of him.

"The internal strength is profound, the Dao Yuan is profound, dare to attack me one after another, it's my turn!"

Feng Zhou sneered and pulled out the sword of the Son of Heaven at his waist.

After Liu Bei ascended the throne and became emperor, there was a meteorite outside the sky that fell on the Jinniu Mountain, from which the iron outside the sky was extracted, and the master craftsman Pu Yuan was ordered to use this as the basis to create eight sharp swords, called "Zhangwu Eight Swords"

In addition to Liu Bei leaving one for his own use, the other seven swords were given to his three sons, as well as Zhuge Liang, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun. Let Zhuge Liang mention the word "Zhang Wu" at the phoenix horn to pass it on to future generations.

Therefore, it is called "Zhangwu Eight Swords". ”

In the shocked gaze of Wu Tong and Zhang Wen, a golden sword rainbow shot straight into the sky from Feng Zhou's waist, like a comet across the sun and moon, with an incomparable sword intent, facing Yao Daoyi's fierce blow.

"Boom!"

The two sword qi collided, and a sound like a thunderstorm suddenly erupted. It was as if a hurricane had encountered a torrential rain, and the entire flash seemed to be shaking, and the thousands of cavalry under the mountain, including Sima Shi, were so shocked that they almost threw away the horsewhip in their hands.

"The two of them intersected with their long swords, and they dared to make such a loud noise!"

"It seems that thunder is shaking, and a rainstorm is coming!"

The faces of the cavalry changed greatly, as if they saw a god.

Sima Shi was even more shocked: "Their martial arts have surpassed the world, if they meet one alone, they really can't take it without thousands of troops!"

"Broken!"

Feng Zhou ignored the people under the mountain at all, and directly waved the sword of Zhang Wu Tianzi, and a sword blasted Yao Daoyi's Tiangang sword, and the sword rainbow shocked the sky and slashed towards him in the air.

Yao Daoyi has practiced Taoist martial arts for decades, and although he is powerful, he is not as good as the master of Buddhism in later generations. Feng Zhou's two lives have practiced the Yi Jin Sutra hard, and his martial arts have long been superb, far above Yao Daoyi, even Wang Chongyang, the master of Taoism in later generations, may not be able to block Feng Zhou's sword, not to mention Yao Daoyi.

"Block!"

Yao Daoyi eagerly pulled out the dust on his waist, which was made of stainless steel, and collided with the Zhang Wu sword that sealed the boat, and suddenly thundered!

The two weapons slashed at each other, purely based on personal skill.

"Poof. ”

Yao Daoyi snorted, and his body was shocked.

In that blow, his true yuan was obviously far inferior to Feng Zhou, and he suffered a dark loss.

"Slash again!"

Feng Zhou left the horse, jumped high, his sword was like a rainbow, and pulled out a brilliant light in mid-air, and the sword qi slashed towards Yao Daoyi. Yao Daoyi's face changed, his old strength was just exhausted at this time, and the new power was not born, so he couldn't stop the sword of sealing the boat at all.

"Brother Yao Dao can't support it, save him. ”

Mrs. Li said in a clear voice.

As she finished saying this, the other six were already on the hillside.

Queen Guo, the Empress Dowager of the Great Wei Dynasty, was born in the Julu Guo family, although she is not as good as the Hongnong Yang family, but she is also a poetry and book heirloom, a famous family, and has been operating for hundreds of years, cultivating a kendo master like Mrs. Li.

I saw her pointing forward with a sword, like an immortal stepping on the moon, the sword was sharp, and it came obliquely.

Her body is light and wonderful, the position and strength of her shot are simply wonderful, the sword is like a white rainbow, and she is lightly holding up the sword of Zhang Wu Tianzi who sealed the boat.

"Bang. ”

Mrs. Li screamed miserably, the sword in her hand suddenly broke into pieces, and she couldn't help but turn pale, and took a few steps backwards, only to feel the qi and blood in her body surge, and her heart was shocked.

"My sword is all over the world, how sharp it is, even Wang Yue back then was only tied with me, and he couldn't even block Liu Adou's sword. How terrifying is his cultivation? No wonder he has slashed countless generals. ”

Although Mrs. Li is a woman, she has gone through turmoil with Queen Mother Guo and is invincible, but she can't even block the boat with a sword, how can she not be shocked in her heart?

However, this trace was finally bought time by others.

"Go. ”

Bodlaima flipped his palm, revealing a Buddha bead.

This Buddha is made of diamond, indestructible, and with the supreme true element of Dharma, it struck out violently, turned into a comet, and hit Zhang Wujian in the air, shaking the sword body of Zhang Wujian. And Zhu Faya stepped out directly, pulled out his knife with both hands, and slashed in the air.

"Click!"

There was a flash of lightning in the void.

There are almost no words to describe this knife.

If Guan Yu in his prime, the green dragon glaive knife he slashed out was a battlefield dragon, then the samurai enshrined in the White Horse Temple was as angry as the Buddha King Kong.

The brilliant sword, spanning several zhang, is incomparably brilliant and condensed, like the Milky Way falling straight down nine days. It seems that the Gushui River next to it can be broken by him with a knife, and the sword has not yet arrived, and the sword intent has already come.

If swordsmen like Hu Fei and Tian Boguang saw this scene, they were afraid that they would commit suicide with shame.

"Qi Yun slashed with one sword!"

This is a knife that Zhu Faya has been thinking about for 30 years on the Qiyun Pagoda of the White Horse Temple. As the worship of the White Horse Temple, he sat in the temple and withstood countless military disasters, relying on the supreme supernatural power.

Wu Tong and Zhang Wen's bodies shook and staggered.

The two of them have been practicing the "Xuanyuan Forging Technique" for several years, which is enough to fight with the first-rate generals in the world.

But at this moment, if it weren't for the protection of the True Yuan of the Sealed Boat Protector, just the sword intent would be enough to tear them to pieces. But even so, in the face of this blow of the Tianhe overturn, Wu Tong and Zhang Wen also felt breathless.

"Hmph. ”

Feng Zhou's eyes were also slightly solemn, his fists were clenched, and he punched the great monk Zhu Faya.

"Boom. ”

The void shakes.

The steel knife in Zhu Faya's hand was directly shattered, and he himself put a heel fight in mid-air, landing heavily on the ground, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but overflow a trace of blood.

"Why is he so strong?"

Zhu Faya was horrified.

He originally thought that he was sitting in the White Horse Temple, which was enough to be side by side with the top grandmasters at that time, but now it seems that he is not as far away as the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

The power of one blow is superior.

Especially this is a knife that Zhu Faya has accumulated for thirty years, and Feng Zhou is just a casual punch, and he still holds the Zhang Wu sword in his right hand to fight against the enemy.

But fortunately, Zhu Faya's knife bought time, Yao Daoyi eased up, and the Tiangang sword in his hand swung wildly again, and it was entangled with Feng Zhou's slashing.