Quanzhen Sect, inside the Sanqing Palace.

The man who successfully killed the three brothers of Bagatul shook the swarthy dark iron kitchen knife in his hand, and turned his head to look at the Holy Cause Master Taidao, who was alone in the side hall and had to defend in embarrassment: "Holy Cause, if you don't take down this person within ten breaths, I will take action." ”

"Humph!"

Weiwei responded with a cold snort, the sword move in Shengyin's hand became more and more powerful, no wonder she hadn't taken Qiu Chuji until now, just because there were too many Quanzhen disciples around, one or two of them rushed to Shengyin regardless of life and death, and because of their existence, Qiu Chuji had survived until now, otherwise she would have been taken down by Shengyin a long time ago.

The cook naturally knew about this person, but it was just to provoke her, so that she could take the opportunity to join the war group openly, because these people have an unwritten rule, that is, even if anyone who looks at the opponent is killed in battle, his companions are not allowed to intervene in the battle without authorization, which is a different kind of respect for his friends.

It is also incomprehensible to the so-called decent people.

On the other side, the Baicao Immortal and Han Wujian were so pressed that the Quanzhen Wuzi couldn't raise their heads, but between the towering figures, a red line was interspersed, and the moment they were snapped, blood flowers burst into the air, and the main arteries on the neck of the Quanzhen Dao people fell to the ground with their hands, and between the siege of hundreds of people, no one could go within a zhang of Baicao Xian.

A magical silver needle stunt is elusive, each needle can be accurately pierced on the opponent's death point, and the speed of the needle is ghostly, the silver needle is a small thing, no more than those visible long swords and big knives, the move comes and goes without a trace, and it is impossible to prevent it at all.

This small silver needle can not only save people but also kill people in the hands of Baicao Fairy, and it is worthy of being a famous doctor who is not born.

On the other side, Han Wujian, who was dressed in a flower dress, was like a dancing flower butterfly constantly shuttling between the Dao, and every time he waved his double sword, many severed arms and stumps jumped into the air, and the blood dyed her flower clothes red, accompanied by her unconscious laughter, which made people more and more charming.

One used a silver needle to kill people, while the other was as powerful as a Shura field, and none of the killed Taoist priests could keep the whole corpse.

Looking at the disciples and disciples who had indirectly fallen in front of him, the eyes of the five sons of Quan Zhen were about to split, Ma Yu stabilized his mind and looked sideways at the unmoved black-clothed young man sitting on the main seat in the distance, and took the lead in scolding: "All the disciples listen to the order!" Quickly retreat!! ”

Let them rush up again, the number of dead people will not be this number, the number of people is not worth mentioning in front of the masters of this level, no matter how much it is, it will be in vain, and they have to sacrifice innocently.

When everyone heard this, they were a little hesitant, and they stopped on the ground and didn't go down, which would be pressed to the point that Qiu Chuji finally spoke: "Give me a stop!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the Dao Dao put away the long sword, but still surrounded the six sons of Quanzhen to give them a sweep, Ma Yu saw this and relaxed slightly, then took a deep breath, and shouted at Dongzhang in the distance: "Dongzhang! It is better to settle the grievances than to settle them, you came to me with great fanfare this time, I really committed murder, there must be an explanation, right?! ”

After finishing speaking, everyone turned their heads to look at the young man with no expression on his face, it was Huang Jiadu who quietly looked sideways and peeked at the young man with a lazy temperament in front of him.

Qiu Chuji was even more distracted, and was cut off a thumb by Shengyin's attack, the long sword could no longer catch it and fell to the ground, and Shengyin pierced his right rib with a sword and couldn't help but retreat, and when Shengyin was about to withdraw the long sword, Qiu Chuji suddenly burst out with a strong internal force and grabbed the opponent's wrist, and he actually wanted to grab the sword.

The two immediately launched a close fight, each palmed each other, and with a loud bang, Shengyin was forced by the strength of Qiu Chuji's burst, and floated back five steps, and the latter directly fell to the ground and rolled out seven or eight meters away, and when he got up, he coughed up a huge amount of blood again and again.

It is the internal force, Qiu Chuji is not the opponent of the Holy Cause, and he doesn't know what kind of exercises he is cultivating, and he has achieved such an achievement at a young age.

The situation at the end of the Qiu Chuji immediately attracted the attention of all the Taoist priests, and when more than a dozen people rushed to the side of the Qiu Fuselage and helped him up: "Uncle Shi! ”

"It's okay!"

With a wave of his hand, Qiu Chuji pulled out the long sword on his side, brought out bursts of blood, stared at the Saint Cause Master Tai who couldn't see his face on the other side, and said, "Dao Youjun's swordsmanship!" ”

As he spoke, he threw the long sword outward, hey!

The long sword slashed through the air and pierced at the feet of the Holy Master, and it was shaking constantly.

"Huh. I want to say it."

At this time, Huang Jia, who had been closely observing Dongzhang, found that he suddenly opened his mouth and spoke softly, followed by a flower in front of him, Dongzhang's figure disappeared in an instant, and everyone saw a black shadow swept through the infield at a very fast speed, and before his eyes could react, the black shadow had already swept through the air and stepped on the hilt of the sword in front of Shengyin, and flew forward with the momentum, and when he left the sword, he toe out.

The long sword immediately let out a light groan, Huo Ran reversed and jumped into the air, at that time, the human sword separated and galloped high, the black shadow suddenly raised his hand backwards, and the long sword jumped into his hand leisurely.

Accompanied by a huge wind, the figure instantly passed through the side of Baicao Immortal and Han Wujian and went straight to Ma Yu, who was the leader, and !!

But seeing a cold light, the sound came, and a bloody long sword was against Ma Yu's forehead, although it didn't touch the body, but the sharp sword intent had already cut off the three strands of long hair in front of Ma Yu's forehead silently, and quietly fell to the ground.

"Senior brother!!"

At this point, everyone saw the face of the person who came, and they were so frightened that they raised their swords and gathered them away.

"Don't panic! Don't even come here! ”

Looking at the black-clothed young man in front of him, Ma Yu looked at the other party with a slight heaviness.

"Ma Zhenren, don't you want an explanation, I'll give it to you."

This person is Dongzhang, he flashed in front of Ma Yu but in the blink of an eye, except for a few people in the field, no one could see his movements clearly, this shocking light skill is beyond their reach.

"Lu Guzhan, it's you Quanzhen Sect people, hand over this person, this matter is over, no, Quanzhen is restless."

There are about a thousand disciples in the Quanzhen Sect, and Dongzhang's sudden inquiry really stopped Ma Yu and everyone, how could they all know so many disciples and grandchildren?

After being silent for a while, Hao Datong, who had three sword marks on his chest, suddenly stepped out, holding the long sword and groaning: "Gu Zhan is my disciple, you, what are you looking for him?" ”

Looking at this slightly blessed Taoist in surprise, Dongzhang shook his sword and threw it back, and the long sword flew to Shengyin's feet with a bang, and was firmly nailed to the ground, leaving only half of the sword body.

"You don't have to worry about anything, hand over Lu Guzhan, there is really nothing."

As early as Dongzhang was gone, Baicao Xian, Shengyin, Han Wujian, and the human chef all stopped their movements, and they were looking at the black-clothed young man who was talking with great interest.

"I'm his senior brother, you can ask me if there's anything."

After a while, a bearded Taoist priest suddenly raised his sword and walked into the infield, this person was Lu Guzhan's senior brother, and the battle between Buddhism and Taoism in later generations was really defeated by the Buddhist court led by the famous Yuan court teacher Ba Sipa.

Lu Guzhan, who is known as the leader of Taoism, is the master of the two elders of Xuanming, who was also defeated by the seventy-two stunts urged by Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, and then the Quanzhen Sect fell apart, and most of the sect members shaved their hair and became monks, and switched from Taoism to Buddhism.

Miao Daoyi, who succeeded Quanzhen as the head of the sect, led the remnants to take refuge in Meng Yuan, and several resistance elites represented by Lu Guzhan were indignant at the surrender of the Quanzhen sect, abandoned the sword, and broke the sect.

Lu Guzhan's master Hao Datong changed his name to Guangningzi and founded a new Taoist Huashan faction, while Lu Guzhan's senior brother went to Longxi and founded the Kongtong faction after realizing the Seven Wounds Fist, and called himself Mu Lingzi.

Looking at this Taoist priest who was shocked but not undignified, Dongzhang grinned: "He's not in the Quanzhen Sect at the moment, right?" ”

Swallowing nervously, the Taoist priest glanced at Dongzhang, who was smiling brightly: "No, I went down the mountain a month ago and traveled." ”

"Hahaha, that's right, your master, I took it away, tell Lu Guzhan that if you want to save his masters, uncles, you will come to me alone, alone."

After speaking, Dongzhang didn't repeat it, his hand shook, and a note immediately ejected and flew towards the latter, and then turned his head and walked out of the hall: "Please, Quanzhen Liuzi"