Chapter 729: The One-Handed Divine Sword is no guest

Luo Xiaofeng looked at Li Chaodu and sneered: "It seems that Master Li Zhuang can take advantage of the fisherman!"

Li Chaodu shook his head: "They want to come, and I can't help it." But there's one thing I can tell Lo Catcher!"

Luo Xiaofeng said, "What's the matter?"

Li Chaodu said: "I didn't invite these people! When they come, they don't have a chance to go back alive!"

The target of the twenty Daoists was originally Luo Xiaofeng and Tiejian Lixiang, but as soon as they heard Li Chaodu's words, they immediately surrounded Li Chaodu.

Not only are the twenty Daoists dressed identically, they are tall, short, fat and thin, and their facial features are extremely similar, and it is difficult for people who are not familiar with them to distinguish them.

Li Chaodu suddenly smiled and said, "Are there any people among you who have returned to the Yang Dao?"

The twenty Taoists did not speak, but they all held a golden pestle in their hands, a golden pestle, two feet and seven inches long, as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Li Chaodu sneered: "If you don't speak, there will be no chance to speak after the horror." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out Du Niang's black sword.

The sword flew like a flying rainbow towards the twenty Taoists.

Twenty Taoists separated left and right, and waited for them.

The black sword of Du Niang in Li Chaodu's hand seemed to be slow, and the sword momentum was fluttering, like a drunk man who was drunk.

Twenty golden pestles, shining with twenty golden lights, twenty golden lights, connected together, shrouded Li Chaodu.

Twenty Daoists joined forces, and the attack was quite terrifying.

Li Chaodu shouted violently, and the fluttering sword momentum suddenly changed, becoming extremely weird and fierce.

Li Chaodu's posture, like his sword momentum, also became weird. At this time, Li Chaodu is like a wonderful dancer, but also like a deranged madman.

The sword is sheathed. Li Chaodu's handsome white face was still as cold as ice.

Twenty Taoists, holding the golden pestle in their hands, all looked at Li Chaodu with wide eyes.

Li Chaodu's face was indifferent and proud.

Something strange happened suddenly. Among the twenty Daoists, twelve of them suddenly fell straight down.

Twelve Daoists fell, and blood flowed out.

The crowd exclaimed.

Twelve Taoists, all fatally wounded in the throat. A faint sword wound, if you don't look closely, you can't find it at all.

Rika Tiejian suddenly trembled, and his face turned red with excitement. The faint scar on his cheek was bloodshot, red and a little purple. Who would have thought that this famous iron catcher would react so strongly.

Li Chaodu looked at Tie Jian Lixiang, and suddenly said, "Tie Zhutou seems to be very interested in the owner of this village?"

Tie Jian Lixiang's face slowly returned to normal, he stared at the corpse on the ground, and said coldly: "Is Master Li Zhuang making himself amorous, although he is not married yet, he is not interested in men!"

Li Chaodu laughed: "Where did the iron catcher head go? I'm not talking about my people, but my sword!"

Tiejian Lixiang sighed, slowly lowered her head, and finally said, "Yes!"

Li Chaodu said: "I admire you very much, not because of anything else, but because you are very honest." ”

Tie Jian Lixiang smiled bitterly: "Du Niang's black sword is an ancient divine weapon, and those who practice martial arts will be interested!"

There was a hint of cunning in Li Chaodu's eyes, he stared at Tie Jian Lixiang's face, and sneered: "Having said that, I think that Tie Zhutou is still a little different from others. ”

Tiejian Rika was surprised: "Oh?"

Li Chaodu sneered: "If I guess correctly, the scar on Tie Zhutou's face is given by Du Niang's black sword. ”

Tie Jian Lixiang's face changed greatly, he stared at Li Chaodu tightly, and hissed, "You...... How do you know?"

Li Chaodu said lightly: "This is my secret, I won't tell you." ”

The muscles on Tiejian Rixiang's face twitched sharply, he gritted his teeth, and said hatefully: "Even if you don't say it, I can guess!"

Li Chaodu said coldly: "Others can't guess it, but the iron catcher head must be able to guess it." ”

Tiejian Lixiang stared at Li Chaodu's face, and after a while, he said hatefully: "The sword is in your hand?"

Li Chaodu said proudly: "Not bad!"

Tiejian Rika clenched his fists, and the faint scar on his face was faintly painful again. This faint scar was the greatest shame of his life. Five years ago, he was defeated in the hands of Jian Wuke, and it was Du Niang's black sword that Jian Wuke used at that time. I didn't expect it to be today......

Before Tiejian Lixiang had time to think about it, she was attracted by the crisp sound of iron chains.

The crisp sound of chains, as if from hell, was in the ears, but it seemed very erratic.

On the white wall, a secret door suddenly opened. The secret door slowly opened, and there was a white-haired old man standing in the door. The white-haired old man's legs were wrapped around thick iron chains, which were thick but short. The white-haired old man walked very slowly, and could only move forward in small steps. What was surprising was that both of the white-haired old man's arms were broken off at shoulder length. The white-haired old man's face was raised high, it was an old face with wrinkles. Every wrinkle is deeply engraved on the face, which is full of the vicissitudes and hardships of the years.

Tie Jian Rixiang's blood rushed to the top of his head at once. He knew this person, this white-haired old man turned out to be a "one-handed god" Jian Wuke! Jian Wuke became famous at the age of fifty-seven, and the reason for his fame was that he inadvertently obtained the black sword of the ancient god soldier Du Niang. The one-handed god Weng became famous for a while, but within a few years, he mysteriously disappeared, along with his Du Niang black sword and Du Niang's swordsmanship. No one knows the whereabouts of Jian Wuke, but there are many people looking for Jian Wuke, and most of them are for the Du Niang Black Sword and Du Niang Swordsmanship in Jian Wuke's hands. Tie Jian Lixiang is also looking for Jian Wuke, he is not for Du Niang's black sword, he is for revenge! Tie Jian Lixiang is indifferent and arrogant, infatuated with swordsmanship, and takes the sword as a companion, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated under the black sword of Du Niang who had no sword without ten faces. Although Jian Wuke did not kill Tiejian Rika, this is the biggest shame in Tiejian Rika in his life. This shame, with the disappearance of Jian Wuke, not only did not abate, but became more intense. If he is alive, he will defeat Jian Wuke and regain his lost dignity! Today, he finally saw Jian Wuke. But now the sword is empty, and it has become a waste that is difficult to walk.

Tiejian Rika gritted his teeth, he looked at Jian Wuke, and the hot blood that had just rushed to the top of his head fell all at once. He will never have a chance to fight to the death with Jian Wujian. The current sword is no longer the sword without a guest in the past! Tiejian Rika suddenly felt very empty and very sad! He really wanted to rush out, find a secluded corner where no one was, and cry happily.

How did the one-handed god become like this? Who cut off his only sword-holding hand?

Iron Sword Lixiang's gaze slowly moved from Jian Wuke's body to Li Chaodu's face.

Li Chaodu suddenly said coldly: "I cut off Jian Wuke's arm, and also took his Du Niang Black Sword!"

Tie Jian Lixiang was silent, and finally sighed: "Du Niang's swordsmanship is invincible, I don't know how Master Li defeated him?"

(End of chapter)