The arrival of the Qingcheng faction gave the righteous heroes a chance to take a breath, and let everyone see the hope of victory, but the key to this battle is still here in Shangyangzi.

At this moment, the eleven-person Fanbang Buddhist family formation trapped Shangyangzi, and the great monk with strange martial arts was still fighting with Shangyangzi, maintaining a posture that was not weak.

However, what is more strange is that in the formation, not only the trapped Shangyangzi is as heavy as water, but the monk who has completed the set goal is also worried.

"Amitabha."

The monk and Shangyangzi slapped each other, the two competed with each other with internal strength, and they were deadlocked in one place, he took advantage of this opportunity and said to the other party: "The poor monk is helpless to be entrusted by others, and he asks the Taoist to forgive more." ”

These words seemed to be proud, but the bitterness on the monk's face did not seem to be fake, and for a while, people couldn't guess what the other party meant.

Shangyangzi had a calm face, so that people could not see his joy and anger, and he said: "The master helped the abuse and harmed the lives of my Taoist disciples, and now it is too late to ask for mercy." ”

The monk lowered his eyebrows, and said with a different point: "This array can trap the tiger and leopard, but it is difficult to lock the dragon, my sect is withering, I implore the Taoist chief's subordinates to be merciful, this misunderstanding, in the future, I will definitely give a heavy gift to apologize." ”

Shangyangzi glanced at him and said lightly: "The master looks up to Poor Dao so much, but he is flattered by Poor Dao." ”

In this regard, the monk smiled bitterly and said: "Why should the Taoist apologize, half of your martial arts are above swordsmanship, but at this moment you are fighting with the old monk for internal strength, this is not"

This monk may be clumsy, but he is not blind, Shangyangzi is famous for his swordsmanship, but at this moment he is fighting with him for his internal strength, isn't it a joke.

It's just that there is a little bit of confusion in the monk's heart, that is, when the Thousand Faces Dharma King slaughtered Wudang's disciples just now, the great elder showed anger on his face, but he never showed his strength.

At this moment, it seemed that he had guessed what the monk was thinking, and Shang Yangzi's gaze swept over the Xuantian disciples who appeared behind him, and he finally sighed faintly.

"It seems that the poor Dao is not bad, the old ghost of Xuantian, really went wrong."

He sighed, and then the palm force reversed, shook the monk, and he also retreated, the two were not far apart, and the monk was immediately shocked.

I saw that Yangzi's left hand turned the palm technique into a finger, and the heavenly fierce sword in his right hand was slowly raised, and the killing aura suddenly appeared, like a cold winter wind, coldly making the monk tremble.

"The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion and Immeasurable Compassion."

Turning over and clasping his hands together, the purple gold light wheel around his body spun rapidly, and the light bloomed like a rising purple sun, and the waves were like waves crashing on the shore, surging towards Shangyangzi.

Shangyangzi is as majestic as a high mountain, standing proudly, the heavenly fierce sword in his hand is raised to shoulder level, and when it is flipped, the light around him suddenly loses, and the light of purple gold seems to have lost the rag of glow, becoming dim and ugly.

The monks were horrified, and the monk who was facing Shangyangzi couldn't help but stare at him, and suddenly, in the gray formation, a rolling red light gradually bloomed.

It was like a volley of fire that day, Shangyangzi's footsteps moved forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed down, and the light and shadow of the sword fell slowly like a piece of maple leaves, and turned into a monstrous sea of fire in an instant.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the sword qi flew out in all directions like burning arrows, easily shattering the colorless light curtain, and then one after another the monks rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

Shang Yangzi put the Heavenly Fierce Sword on his chest, and the blade of the sword stabbed upwards slightly, and the red light that flew out suddenly froze, and then rushed into the sword body like a homing, and in an instant, the red light filled the sky, and the murderous aura was vertical and horizontal.

The righteous and demonic sides in the chaotic battle were all stunned by this scene, and the King of Thousand Faces gritted his teeth and scolded a madman, and then he didn't look back, and fled thousands of miles away.

"Run!" I don't know which Xuantian Sect protector shouted such a sentence, and the Xuantian Sect in the surrounding battle situation immediately withdrew, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't cry or laugh.

In the shocked gaze of everyone, a chilling murderous aura enveloped Shangyangzi, and even the Wudang disciples of the same sect were very uncomfortable at this moment.

The majestic divine power exuded by Shangyangzi's body is visible to the naked eye, and the momentum of the corpse mountain and sea of blood on his body is actually a hundred times stronger than the demon path villain who kills nothing.

When the monk saw this scene, his eyes were glazed, and he muttered the words of Fanbang that others couldn't understand, Shangyangzi was like a fierce beast with fangs completely displayed at this moment, just standing here in the face of this might, he had almost drained all his strength.

"That's it."

Shangyangzi sighed to himself, the Heavenly Fierce Sword fell far away, and the red light of killing presented an extremely strange Taiji picture from his feet in a moment.

The black and white Taiji diagram was infected by the red rays, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an interweaving of demon white and blood red, and the spiraling and rising Taiji diagram made a terrifying shattering sound with great instability.

As the fierce sword fell that day, the Taiji Tu shattered into a sword flower in the sky with a click, like a swirling red snow, and the monk was stunned, and in the blink of an eye, he was cut off.

The aftermath of the sword qi continued to spread backwards, and the Xuantian Sect disciples who had no time to escape didn't even have time to scream, they were swallowed up by the red snow one after another, turning into a corpse that could no longer speak.

The power of a sword made the momentum of the Xuantian Sect disappear, and after the red snow, the corpse in the end actually spewed out a blood mist again, making this green forest like the shadow of the late autumn maple, poignant.

Shangyangzi put the sword into the sheath, this sword should have killed all the people who should have been killed, and those who didn't kill all ran away, he turned around and crossed between the knights, until this moment, no one could come back to his senses, looking at the hellish picture in front of him, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

What's more, such as Yuan Muhan and others, looking at Shangyangzi, they have to wonder if this Dao Master has also practiced some demonic martial arts, but at a glance, the other party's eyes are so clear that even the blood-colored purgatory in front of them can't invade a bit.

"Uncle Shi."

Song Yangui and Si Luochao stepped forward, both of them had a look of shame on their faces, although because of the timely rescue of the Qingcheng faction, these Wudang disciples were not slaughtered, but there were still many serious injuries.

"Take Qingping with you and go back." After Shangyangzi gave a faint order, he took the lead in leaving.

After the first battle, the Xuantian Sect side didn't have time to take care of this Qingping at all, so the Wudang faction could be regarded as achieving its goal this time.

Si Luochao and Song Yangui did not hesitate, one of them greeted and thanked all the knights, and the other quickly sorted out the team and left.

They all knew in their hearts that Shangyangzi's situation was not as good as it appeared, because the sword that the other party had just now was not the Shenxiao Sword Technique that he majored in, but an extremely unpopular swordsmanship in the Wudang Sect-

Tai Chi Qingling Sword.

This sword technique is very complex and its power is quite limited, so most Wudang disciples respect it.

Only as the seventh son of Wudang, can they know some inside stories, such as the unique strength of this swordsmanship, or the fact that the master Qi Yunzi and the uncle Shangyangzi have warned them that this swordsmanship cannot be used continuously, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Although the two of them didn't know the horror of this sword technique, now that they had seen Shangyangzi perform it once, they had no doubts in their hearts.

(End of chapter)