"Old miscellaneous hair, suffer death!"

Fifty miles north of Ruzhou, there was an angry roar in mid-air, and Pu Wen rushed out with a knife and slashed down with a blow.

The old man, whom he called "miscellaneous hair", did not dare to be careless, his sleeves fluttered, and with a wave of the dust in his hand, he suddenly gave birth to a slender silver filament of nine zhang and nine, and went straight to Pu Wen.

The silver wire seems to be soft, but in fact it is extremely tough, and it bears the condescending blow of Park Wen.

Pu Wen had expected it, and after snorting coldly, the qi around his body skyrocketed, and like the dust of the old man, a sword qi of nine zhang nine was born out of thin air, and it slammed into the sword formation in front of the old man.

The reason why the two are fighting together has to start from just now.

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The old man came in the clouds, and there was no one in his eyes, and the 300,000 Northern Turksan troops below didn't even look at it.

Park asked not to be a good face, but he also knew that his comer was not good, so he asked, not wanting the old guy not to talk about martial arts, and he was a peachwood flying sword in his hand.

Park Wen had already taken precautions, and pulled out a long knife with his backhand and swept it over, directly shaking the peachwood sword away.

Seeing this, Lao Dao said lightly, and finally was willing to look at the other party with straight eyes, but he still said with a little disdain:

"Eighteen magic swords, you can try them all."

With that, his sleeves hung down at the same time, and seventeen flying swords of different shapes flew out of his cuffs, forming a sword formation with the previous peachwood sword, and heading straight for Pu Wen.

The eighteen flying swords have different shapes and materials, including precious things such as gold and silver, as well as worthless goods such as wood and stone.

The most precious one, is the whole body of the jade carved jade sword, jade green, warm and transparent, coupled with exquisite withering, is a rare good product.

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When Pu Wen saw these strange flying swords, he didn't dare to hold them up, and the backhand knife turned into a forehand knife, and an extremely cold qi burst out from the blade body, slashing straight towards the sword formation.

Seeing this, the corners of Lao Dao's mouth showed a mocking smile, and he formed a spell with one hand, and the sword array immediately changed from chaotic to gossip-like, and an unpretentious black short sword flew to the center to act as an array eye, and the next moment, the sword array and the sword qi collided together.

The moment the two collided, the black sword body produced a circle of ripples, and instantly enveloped the remaining seventeen flying swords, and after Pu Wen swung out the sword qi touched the ripples, it was like light shining on the mirror, and it rebounded back directly.

Park asked where he had seen this demonic art, and hurriedly raised his knife to block it, but fortunately, this was his own knife qi, although he was beaten a little embarrassed, he finally took it.

The old Taoist showed his appreciation, and said leisurely:

"The 18 flying swords of the deity contain 18 magical powers, if you can take them all, you can be accepted as a boy under the seat, and the merit is immeasurable."

"Blow your uncle's flute!"

When Park Wen heard this, he suddenly became boundless angry, and he couldn't be humiliated when he killed him, and he didn't hear much about the king's authority.

Seeing this, the master and apprentice on the opposite side looked at each other, not knowing where the other party got such a big anger, the "boy" is the personal guard of the Venerable of the Great Snow Mountain, and he transmits the decree on behalf of him on weekdays, and his status is respected.

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"If you don't know what to do, then don't blame the deity."

Seeing that the other party was so ignorant of lifting, Lao Dao snorted coldly, his gesture changed, and the sword formation changed again, this time it was like a goose marching array of soldiers and fighting, and the effect was indeed an attack.

The entire sword array took the golden sword as the eye, and a vast sword qi was born out of thin air, and the momentum far exceeded the sword qi that Pu Wen had just wielded.

The sword array killing intent rushed straight towards the other party, but when Pu Wen saw this, he didn't avoid the edge, and his body jumped up, and at the same time, his body was covered with golden light.

He has been a monk for so many years, but it is not in vain, the exercises given by the king before leaving, there are both the inheritance of the master, and there are also the immortal classics of the Cong Mo Academy, the moon cake is the reincarnation of the dragon Arhat, Pu Wen has been with the Buddha for a long time, and he is naturally contaminated with a little aura, and practicing the practice of the Buddha is also twice the result with half the effort.

At present, it is a peerless school called "Dragon Xing" in Cong Mo Academy, which sounds very majestic, and it is like a dragon, which can go up to the sky and the sea, and the dantian is born and the spirit is rooted, and the qi is endless.

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The moment Pu Wen rushed out, the old man in the sky couldn't help but show surprise on his face, and said:

"This son really has some ability, and it is indeed a bit condescending to let him be a boy, no wonder he is so angry."

As he spoke, the sword array collided with Park Wen again, and the golden flying sword was in the first place, and sparks flew on the long knife from the impact.

Pu Wen's aura rose again and again, the long knife in his hand faintly glowed with gold, and the golden flying sword did not give in, dense white runes flashed around his body, and the entire sword array exuded a more powerful sword aura.

When the two sides were at a stalemate, the old man who was disrespectful made another move, and threw out a whisk in his hand.

The dust handle is two feet and one inch long, made of an uncommon jet-black wood, the dust circumference is one inch and five minutes, decorated with gold dragon and gold rings, the dust tail is silver and white, dancing with the old road, it seems to have a glorious circulation, and it is not a vulgar thing at a glance.

Lao Dao shook the dust with his right hand, and the dust tail began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a slight push with his left hand, the apprentice beside him was sent into the distance along with the gray cloud under his feet, and he himself stepped forward, picked up the dust whisk and smashed it at Pu Wen.

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Park Wen paid attention to the other party's movements from beginning to end, and at this moment, when he saw the dust falling on his head, he instantly exerted force under his feet, and his figure flashed and retreated.

There is a way to be the emperor's dragon and tiger step, and there is a dragon and a tiger step, and Pu Wen just used another style of Cong Mo's "tiger step".

The dragon swallows the clouds and spits out the fog to the extreme, and the dragon pays attention to breaking the enemy with force, and descending ten thousand laws with one force; The tiger shuttles through the forest, and the pace is vigorous, so the tiger steps to win quickly.

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Park Wen suppressed the sense of crisis that had just sprung up in his heart, and frowned:

"Old man, what was the move just now?"

"Oh? You've noticed. The old man's set of exercises is called Taiyi Demon Dust Brush, a total of twenty-eight styles, each style has its own name, just now you luckily escaped that trick, called Huanglong Gaiding, if you are from the poor road, you can teach it. ”

Park Wen, who was already convinced of the word "", heard the word "from", and was even more convinced of his conjecture, and directly took a sip and said:

"For the old disrespectful old miscellaneous hair, although you have the Yellow Dragon on the top, grandpa, I will let you see what it means to smash the Yellow Dragon today."

After saying that, the tip of the knife pointed to the opponent's backyard, and the foot was a little empty, and the tiger step was used again.

Lao Dao, an old bachelor who has been in retreat in the Daxue Mountain cave for hundreds of years, how can he know what the deep meaning of "blowing the flute and smashing the Yellow Dragon" can have, he only felt that the other party's situation was very bad, and his left hand hurriedly pointed to the sword array.

Eighteen flying swords flew back in front of Lao Dao at great speed, and this time they formed a Taiji diagram, and the array eyes were the jade sword and a silver sword.

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Park Wen knew that the sword formation was weird, but the other party humiliated him three times and twice, and he couldn't give up on this matter, so he spared no effort to stab it hard.

The moment the tip of the knife touched the sword array, the two flying swords in the array emitted a surging light, and bursts of ripples swung from the tip of the sword.

"Boy, it's not easy for you to practice, as long as you are willing to go down and kill those two people from the Dayan family, the old man can teach you a full set of flying sword skills." Lao Dao once again made a bewitching statement.

"Old guy, do you really think you are invincible in the world? I know a man whose flying sword is far above you. ”

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