Seeing that the high-level Taoist seemed to be quite displeased, the middle-aged Taoist priest was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly pointed to Jiangzhong and shouted to the apprentice: "Intercept that child!"

"Yes!"

The young Taoist priest was already ready to move, and immediately jumped out of the high river embankment in response, and spread his arms to drum his robe, like a night owl swooping down on the boat.

On the embankment, several young men were alive before a few breaths, but now they fell in a pool of blood and curled up in a ball of trembling legs and feet, and they saw that they were not alive. The only thin man who hadn't fallen yet, hunched over his waist, was staggering towards the other side of the embankment.

"Do you still want to run away at this time?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest wondered that the Xuanyin Divine Skill of the high-meritorious Taoist had not shocked this man, and at the same time he smiled and pulled out the dust, and chased after him in only two steps, sweeping it down like a steel brush.

Zhu Fugui screamed in pain, the clothes and flesh on his back were immediately torn off, and the muscles and flesh were blurred and blood was splashed, but he ran to the embankment and jumped in pain.

The Taoist was stunned and saw the man's figure disappear, but he didn't have time to think about it, and then took a step to chase him to the embankment, and then jumped high, but he already felt inappropriate when he was still in the air.

The embankment is 50 or 60 meters high, and the upper half of the river is 20 or 30 meters high and has a steep slope of 60 or 70 degrees, and below it is a platform about 10 meters wide, and then there is a gentle slope of 30 or 40 degrees of inclination of 30 meters. If the man wants to escape, he must run down the slope the fastest, and jumping up is purely a snake to add to his feet, but he is afraid that there is something strange in it.

Without waiting for the Daoist to see the situation below, a protruding black shadow in the middle of the slope section rose into the sky, and a cold light pierced the lower abdomen. The Taoist body guard shook his breath, shrunk his abdomen and twisted his body, the sleeves of his robe stretched out like wings, and he slid a small arc in the air to let this blow sneak attack, and in an instant, he raised the dust and slashed down at the man's shoulder.

Zhu Fugui always had to carry the burden back and forth to Hezhou several times a month, and he was very familiar with this river embankment, and when he jumped down, he fell on a sharp rock protruding two meters in the middle of the steep slope, and he had already planned this ambush. But at the moment, the sharp knife pierced the air, and others had no way to borrow strength in the air, and they were slashed on the shoulder by the Taoist's dust, and the figure fell again, and its momentum was even more urgent. When he fell off the platform, he rolled off the momentum, and before he could stand firmly, his chest, back, waist and abdomen were hit hard one after another, and his skin suddenly opened.

"I said, I said it all, please let the Taoist master spare his life!"

The man begged for mercy in a hoarse voice, raised his arms high and did not dodge or dodge, and the sharp knife fell to the ground with a loose hand.

The Taoist sneered a few times and then stopped, standing five steps away and watching the changes. In fact, he didn't make a heavy hand just now, just counting on leaving a live mouth to interrogate the situation. This man's inner family is only suitable for being broken by high merit, and his current strength is not as good as a martial artist, so there is really nothing to worry about. It's just that this man first preferred to die and never give in, and then he attacked cunningly, and suddenly he forgave him, and this change was really too fast, which made him feel a little strange and uneasy? What does this black guy want to say? I haven't told him yet!

The skinny man's clothes were torn and bloody, and he staggered as if he might fall down at any moment. He moved forward very slowly, half a step, and then suddenly fell to his knees. Maybe this kneeling was too urgent, and the upper half of his body fell forward softly, but his eyes were still staring at the Taoist, and his arms were raised above his head, as if he was going to make a strange five-body bow.

The Taoist man's look of disdain did not disappear, the alarm suddenly appeared, and a creepy horror made him want to retreat without thinking.

Originally, the distance between the two sides was moved from five steps to four, but the man leaned forward and narrowed the distance by one step, and his raised arms narrowed the distance by half a step. So at the moment when Zhu Fugui fell, his fingers were only five feet away from the Taoist's chest.

Three-foot Longquan sword, five-foot eyebrow stick. The distance of five feet is quite far for a master, and if the difference in strength between the two sides is huge, it is an insurmountable gap. But Zhu Fugui's left hand, which had been trembling and half-bending, opened suddenly, his ring finger and little finger bent, his thumb buckled, and his index finger and middle finger were suddenly stretched out and pinched into the shape of a "sword finger", and a green sword qi shot out from the end of the middle finger.

Although the realm of the palace can achieve the release of internal qi, it only senses the environment at close range, and invades the opponent's body when it comes into contact, and it is absolutely impossible to turn the invisible true qi into tangible separation from the body and hurt people. At first glance, the man in front of him, whose realm had fallen to the level of a martial artist, suddenly released his sword qi, and in a trance, the Taoist thought that he had encountered a peak martial arts master, and he was frightened, and he waved the dust in a panic to resist while retreating.

The sword qi is light and elegant, green and clear like rain through the clouds and revealing the blue sky, not contaminated with a trace of fireworks in the world; it is like a phantory shadow, ethereal, not touching cause and effect and not causing dust; it is swift and incoherent faster than lightning, but it gives people the feeling that time stands still, and it is stretched into a lifetime in an instant, and the years pass by slowly, red cherry and green plantain.

It's a short distance away, and there's no way to avoid it.

The soft dust whisk and hard dust handle were cut off in an instant, silently.

Although the Daoist hastily transported the body protection qi, it was like paper paste in front of the sword qi. "Poof" There was a slight sound, as if it was ruined and broken, and the Daoist's chest was pierced by the sword qi that seemed to have passed through a long time, and he was taken to retreat two steps from the ground and fall to the sky, twitching and twisting for a while before he stopped moving.

A gust of wind blew, and the severed dust hair fluttered like a bunch of dandelion seeds, and flew into the darkness.

Three or four minutes later, Zhu Fugui woke up and turned around, his lying body arched like an inchworm, flipped over and sat up straight, coughing violently and spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few pieces of minced meat.

That's it?

Hehe, the immortal sword qi is easy to play!

He stared at the corpse of the middle-aged Taoist and smirked for a while, only to feel that the world was spinning, and the things in front of him were blurry.

Ordinary people think that martial arts masters can't fight to death or beat them up, but in fact, their vitality is not much stronger than that of healthy people, and anyone who has a broken chest and lungs and loses too much blood can only wait to die. Zhu Fugui's own true qi was coerced by the immortal sword qi for three points, and the remaining seven points were stirred up by the broken true qi of the high-level Daoist and could not be condensed, and the combat effectiveness was not as good as a beginner martial artist. However, he was originally just an ordinary high-level martial artist, and he was already very content to be raised to the palace by this sword qi.

He breathed for a moment, regained a little energy, and then began to climb up the slope with difficulty, where he had been lying on his stomach was already a pool of blood. The flesh on the front chest and back was torn off raw, and at first it was as painful as the heart, but later it was numb, and I only felt that the thatch was very itchy when it was touched, and it was cold to the bones when the wind passed.

This embankment is not very high on weekdays, so why is there no end today?

Zhu Fugui clung to a handful of thatch and stopped to catch his breath in a depression. His head was as heavy as lead, dizzy, his mind was slow and thirsty, and he slept very poorly. He was afraid that he would never wake up once he closed his eyes, so he bit the tip of his tongue, and a vague hint of fishy sweetness and pain cleared his head a lot.

There is no big movement on the other side of the river embankment, which means that the demon road has not taken any big advantage. Hehe, the demon is not the way, the yellow dog is not the dog, this battle is really exciting! Brother Jiang, this kid is actually a little like a god in addition to the weakness of his body and bones. I don't forget to be as smart as a demon, although my endurance is almost there, but the power that occasionally bursts out is also terrifying. has his own palace to run before and after, and then with an unfathomable big yellow dog as a personal bodyguard, the configuration is luxurious enough!

Wait, a once ignored doubt suddenly came out of his mind, Zhu Fugui seemed to have caught a ray of candlelight in the dark room where he couldn't see his fingers, frowned and tried to think.

This boy was born two months before the advent of the Son of God, and he had heard Aunt Mei talk about the note that recorded his birthday, and he had also visited a group of people who had seen the baby first, and they all said that he was fat, and he was definitely born more than two months old. But who else has seen that note except Aunt Mei? No matter how torn and dirty the old clothes wrapped in the baby are, how can they be thrown away casually? Most newborn children are indeed wrinkled, but if the son of God is different from ordinary people, like Nezha who can walk and talk as soon as he is born, then it is not strange to say that he is like a two-month-old baby, like a two-year-old child. Is it possible that Rhubarb was originally an ordinary earth dog, and then mutated into a roaring dog in order to protect the god son.

If so, then everything makes sense.

Zhu Fugui grinned and gave a thumbs up to the black woods on the sandbar in the distance.

Plan ahead, thousands of miles away, Aunt Mei, your old man is really high!

The young Taoist first landed on the platform of the river embankment, took three steps forward, and kicked the edge of the platform with the momentum, and his body threw himself into the air again, and his arms were spread out like a bird and he turned in a half circle and swept towards the boat in the river. In his busy schedule, he also glanced at the high-level Daoist who was steadily descending, and he was secretly proud in his heart. This hand Fengxiang Nine Heavens makes the circle turn as desired, greatly exceeding the usual level, if you enter the eyes of the high exercises, you can be of infinite use to carry it!

On the boat, the boy raised his head and stared blankly.

With a "click" explosion, the bow of the ship sank suddenly, the stern was cocked, the thick cedar plank collapsed, and the big yellow dog flew into the air like an arrow.

"Huanglong covers the top to wipe the world, and the feet of the auspicious clouds sweep thousands of troops!"

The young Taoist priest screamed like a crane, and the silk threads exploded like steel needles with the dust in his hands, as if a huge chrysanthemum in full bloom was in the air. This whisk of dust can break the possession of the master, let alone a soil dog?

His purchase really worked, and the high-level Daoist stopped to look at Jiang Xin. I saw a fluffy dog paw through the dust, as if it were nothing, and grabbed it on the young Taoist priest's neck. The Taoist priest was startled and immediately danced, and the dog took advantage of the situation and actually rode on his body, opened his bloody mouth and bit it down fiercely.

In a few seconds, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a man and a dog fell into the river. There was a splash of water, and after a while, the slightest trace of blood rippled along with the splash, endlessly.

The breeze blew, the four fields were silent, and the people and dogs were nowhere to be seen.

"Evil beast, dare!"

Gao Gongdao's figure disappeared in place for a moment, and his reappearance was already by the river ten zhang away, spitting out and scolding. Its words are astringent and sluggish, and its voice is old and turbid, like stone grinding moss steel file sawwood. The sound waves spread along the river like ripples, and for a time the whole river reverberated with "evil animals, evil animals...... Dare you, dare you ......!"

The surface of the river was not alarmed, the blood was dyed red, and a small ink ball was soaked on the green silk in the moonlight. The young man lay on the bow of the boat and slapped the water with his hand, shouting with a cry: "Rhubarb, rhubarb come out, rhubarb ......"

The high-level Daoist has been isolated from the red dust and cultivated for many years, and the Dao heart is resolute, but now he has doubts. This monster beast is very unusual, its aura is dignified, except for a little bit of spirit and demonic taste, its purity and light are even better than the scorching sun.

The water vapor on the river surface is steaming on summer nights, and if the temperature drops sharply in windless weather, a dense fog often forms. The wind suddenly stopped, and the water vapor in a radius of ten meters rose, condensed but not dispersed, and wrapped the boat in it like a light veil. As the water vapor became denser, the boat became shadowy, and the fog thickened and spread rapidly along the river.

Is this the only skill?

The high-level Daoist watched quietly and sneered in his heart.

Although he isolates red dust, he is not old-fashioned, and he does not need to know that water vapor evaporates and condenses into fog, crystallizes into frost when it is cold, and saturates and condenses into rain, but only needs to know a truth that is unbreakable: it is always much easier to destroy than to build! A piece of colored glass, it takes complicated processes to make it, and only half a brick is needed to break it.

Let you have all kinds of illusions and thousands of tricks, I will only stop drinking!

Break, break, break!

These three "breaks" are like three heavy hammers smashing into the center of the river, and small whirlpools suddenly appear on the surface of the water, and a tail fish either flips its belly and floats or turns sideways, slapping the water weakly. The mist twisted and scattered, revealing the boy's dazed face. He seemed to be taken aback by these three interruptions, glared at the high martial Taoist in annoyance, and still lowered his head and called anxiously at the river.

Although the fog barrier was broken, the high-powered Daoist was still a little depressed. These three broken shouts are full of true qi and contain spiritual power, which is by no means something that ordinary masters can resist. Now, instead of forcing out the demon dog, even that little kid is fine, only stun a river of fish.

The water is getting stronger, and the wind is rising again.

There is a faint sound of "rumbling" in the distance, if the clouds move in all directions, ten thousand horses gallop, and it seems that the wind blows, and ten thousand ravines sound in unison.