Chapter 730: Master Li's sore spots

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

Li Chaodu sneered: "In the whole world, it is not only Jian Wuke who knows Du Niang's swordsmanship. He looked at Tie Jian Lixiang, and slowly continued: "What's more, Du Niang's swordsmanship is not proficient, and he has only learned sixty percent at most!"

Tie Jian Lixiang sneered: "I don't know how much Master Li Zhuang has learned?"

Li Chaodu said lightly: "Bacheng!" He looked at Tie Jian Lixiang coldly, and slowly continued: "Du Niang's swordsmanship without a guest is not as skilled as me, and he doesn't know as many moves as me, so he is defeated!"

Tiejian Rika's face slowly turned red, and his heart was cold just now, but now it was hot again. Although Jian Wuke can't fight, there is Li Chaodu. If he can defeat Li Chaodu and defeat Du Niang's swordsmanship, he will be able to wash away his shame and correct his name!

Li Chaodu seemed to have seen Tie Jian Lixiang's thoughts, and he spoke with a sly face: "I know what you think now. ”

Tie Jian Lixiang said: "What do I think?"

Li Chaodu said lightly: "Do you want to defeat me?" Li Chaodu smiled happily: "The sword Wuke has been abolished, and you can only redeem the lost dignity by defeating me!"

Tie Jian Lixiang said: "I do have this idea, but today is not the time. ”

Li Chaodu sneered: "As long as the iron catcher is willing, I can accompany him at any time." ”

Jian Wuke suddenly rushed towards Li Chaodu, but unfortunately, as soon as he took a step, he fell heavily to the ground. The chains on his feet were the thickness of his thumbs, and no one could break them.

Li Chaodu tilted his face and didn't look at Jian Wuke.

Ken Wuke fell to the ground, his unkempt white hair covering his entire face. He struggled on the ground, making a "whine" sound from his mouth.

The whining sound grew quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared. Jian Wuke was carried away by two strong Zhuang Ding. The secret door in the wall slowly closed.

The twelve corpses on the ground had long since been carried away. Even the blood on the ground was wiped clean. Farmers know that their owners have a habit of cleanliness.

There were only eight of the twenty Daoists left! The eight people all looked at Li Chaodu with a look of horror.

Li Chaodu suddenly said lightly: "You can go!"

The eight Daoists looked at each other, they didn't know whether Li Chaodu's words were true or false. No one dared to move!

Li Chaodu sneered: "You guys are charging for the dead ghosts, while the real Huanyang Dao people are hiding on the side to watch the excitement. ”

Listening to Li Chaodu's words, everyone was taken aback. Everyone didn't expect that Li Chaodu would suddenly mention the name of Huanyang Daoist.

Although everyone doesn't know the Huanyang Dao people, they are very familiar with the name Huanyang Dao people. Legend has it that the people of Huanyang Dao are a flying thief who does all kinds of evil, and an executioner who kills people without blinking. It is said that there are a lot of stand-ins for the Yang Dao people, and in the end, no one knows what the real Yang Dao people look like!

Luo Xiaofeng stood aside and couldn't help asking, "Master Li Zhuang has ever seen a person from Huanyang Dao?"

Li Chaodu said: "No!"

Luo Xiaofeng said curiously: "Since there is none, why did Master Li Zhuang suddenly think of the Yang Returning Dao people? Could it be that the real Yang Returning Dao people have also arrived at your nameless village?"

Li Chaodu didn't answer, he sneered a few times, and his Du Niang black sword was raised high again.

The remaining eight Daoists all stared at the Du Niang Black Sword in Li Chaodu's hand with panicked expressions.

Suddenly, someone on the roof spoke: "Master Li Zhuang don't want to do it!"

Li Chaodu Huo Ran turned around. On the roof of the opposite side stood a Taoist man. The height and shape of this Taoist and the way he dressed were no different from the Daoist just now. The Taoist was masked, and his eyes were shining. The weapon in the hand of this Taoist is also a golden pestle two feet and seven inches long.

Li Chaodu sneered: "You are the person who returns the Yang Dao?"

The masked Taoist sneered: "Taishi Li's son, his eyesight is really good!"

Li Chaodu's face was cold: "Your Excellency is hiding in the corner like a mouse, but you let your stand-ins die in vain! You are not only pitiful, but also pathetic!"

The masked Taoist sneered: "Actually, it's not me who is really pitiful and pathetic, but you Gongzi Li!"

Li Chaodu said: "Oh?"

The masked Taoist said lightly: "Li Gongzi is amazingly talented and suave, but he can't control his wife." ”

Li Chaodu's face changed greatly: "What did you say?"

The masked Taoist sneered: "Has Li Gongzi forgotten? Every full moon night is the time when Li Gongzi's heart aches!"

Others can't understand this sentence, but Li Chaodu understands!

Li Chaodu's clenched hands were shaking violently. This is his greatest shame and pain. The masked Taoist said very vaguely, but Li Chaodu already knew what he meant. Li Chaodu never dreamed that the great ugliness of the Taishi Mansion would actually let this murderous and unblinking Yang Daoist know.

How did the people of Huanyang Dao know about this? Li Chaodu's hands were cold. After a moment of panic, he immediately made a decision: to kill the Yang Returning Dao people. As soon as he made his decision, he immediately took action.

Li Chaodu stepped forward and drew his sword, and the sword light spilled out like practice. He had done his death, and he did his best. The power of this sword is beyond people's imagination. The masked Taoist on the roof was also taken aback, and there was panic and fear in his eyes. He wanted to run away, but by the time he reacted, it was too late. Du Niang's black sword was strangely inserted into his chest. The masked Taoist's face was constantly spasming from the great pain, and the black cloth covering his face was shaking.

Li Chaodu wanted to see the true face of the people of Huanyang Dao. He turned his sword and picked off the black cloth that covered his face.

The black cloth covering the face of the masked Taoist slowly fell. In the bright light of the fire, a flat, chubby face was clearly visible.

Li Chaodu was suddenly stunned. When the masked Taoist man fell, he still had a disdainful sneer on his face. Who was he laughing at? Was he laughing at himself, or was he laughing at Li Chaodu? Li Chaodu stood on the roof, his face as cold as ice.

Someone behind Li Chaodu suddenly exclaimed. It was Tiejian Lixiang who exclaimed. In the midst of the exclamation, someone among the eight Daoists suddenly swept up and attacked Li Chaodu with lightning speed. This change is too fast, and what everyone never dreamed of is that among this seemingly ordinary Taoist, there is such a terrifying master hidden in his body.

Eight steps to catch the cicada! Climb the cloud ladder! This Taoist body was like a flying swallow, and the golden pestle in his hand had already stabbed the back of Li Chaodu's head like lightning. By the time Li Chaodu reacted, the Daoist's golden pestle was less than five inches away from the back of Li Chaodu's head. No one can escape and save themselves in such a situation. Li Chaodu is no exception!

Li Chaodu's heart sank.

At this critical juncture, a torch hung with the sound of the wind and hit the death hole behind the Taoist.

The Taoist was taken aback, and he hurriedly returned to the pestle to save himself.

(End of chapter)