The strong man on the lake was like an eagle with wings spread, trampling on the water, his right hand like a bird's claw reached out, grabbed the back of a disciple who had fallen into the water, and shook it hard, and the disciple's limbs fell heavily on the embankment like lead.

At the same time, the lake water rolled, and a large wave rose into the sky for no reason, and the other disciple did not wait for the rescue of the strong man, and was swallowed into his stomach by the red whiskered fin Jiao and the water.

There are two heavens of life and death in the lake, but Zong Yang on the beach embankment stepped on the coffin with one foot, and the fin Jiao coiled in front of him was staring at him, the fishy smell was disgusting, and the two fins behind the head were exaggeratedly unfolded, shaking, and the mouth slowly opened, overflowing the viscous saliva in the mouth.

Zong Yang and Fin Jiao looked at each other, and the latter's pair of huge orange eyes, he could clearly see the constricted pupils. He didn't have the strength to draw his sword and cut off the head of the Jiao, but he also didn't have the fear of breaking his heart and gall, at this moment, all he thought about in his heart was that he would never have the opportunity to take the master to Qingqiu in this life, and he was helpless.

In such a short period of time, Zong Yang couldn't be allowed to have too many thoughts, but a miraculous scene appeared, this fin Jiao seemed to sense something, its pupils changed from vertical to round, roared, retreated a few feet in awe, stared at Zong Yang again, and roared at the red whiskered fin Jiao.

Why didn't it swallow me in one bite? What is he afraid of? The wind blew his soaked clothes tightly against Zong Yang's back, and he was stunned for a while.

The red-whiskered fin Jiao heard the wailing of his lover, and roared directly at it, long and piercing, as if giving orders, and the fin Jiao on the beach embankment roared back and jumped into the lake.

After rescuing the first disciple, the strong man turned over in the air, and when he fell to the lake again, he stepped on his right foot and rose on the lake to ensure that he did not fall into the lake.

The only remaining disciple in the poor lake was swept away by the huge waves just now, very far away from the strong man, and the red whiskered fin Jiao was between the two, in the time when the red whiskered fin Jiao was communicating with his lover just now, the strong man stepped on the surface of the lake a few times, like a flying stone shooting into the water disciple in the water.

When the disciple saw the strong man coming to the rescue, his eyes were full of joy, and he must have recognized the strength of the strong man very much, and felt that he would be able to escape, but his expression just smiled, but he froze.

A deafening roar shook the surface of the lake, and the red-whiskered fin suddenly burst out with unimaginable agility, biting the left shoulder of the strong man like a ghost.

Such a demon beast can make waves in the wilderness, it must have intelligence, it sensed this strong man from the beginning, and has always retained its strength, the purpose is to seize the current opportunity and deliver a fatal blow.

The strong man's face was still unwavering, his right hand reached for the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the moment the fangs of the red-whiskered fin pierced his shoulder, he drew his sword and swung it.

No one can see the sharpness of this sword, only the strong themselves understand the lethality of their own sword.

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The red-whiskered fin Jiao suddenly had a different body, and countless blood spurted out from the incision, following a majestic blood rain, and the Jiao Shou bit the strong one and fell into the lake together.

Peng——

The other fin Jiao rushed out of the water, not knowing that the red-whiskered fin Jiao had been killed, and bit the disciple who was in a daze on the beachbank. The latter only felt a powerful attack, and then the sky swirled, and after some tossing, he realized that he had entered the mouth of the demon beast, and instinctively swung his sword to slash, how could he use his strength, the sword could only leave a few white marks on the scale armor.

Ahh

Leaving behind a last scream, feeling the fangs penetrate the muscles and internal organs of the body, biting the bones, the disciple blinked into a blurred mass of flesh and bone in the belly of the fin Jiao.

At this time, the fin Jiao noticed the strangeness in the lake, and saw a headless Jiao body writhing and rolling on the surface of the lake, it screamed like a widowed evil woman, and rushed into the lake with murderous energy.

"Help me! Help me! The disciple floating in the lake called for help to Zongyang, at this moment of life and death, how could he still remember that the person on the beach embankment was the enemy who killed the elders of the sect, and his instinct made him unwilling to give up any life-saving straw.

In the blink of an eye, the fin Jiao that had entered the water came out of the water, and the original wound was full of mud, but it stopped bleeding, and its body swung and attacked the disciple who was swimming to the shore.

Zong Yang gave up the opportunity to escape, he was actually incapable of saving that disciple, but if he didn't, then his conscience would be stained, and it would be difficult to erase it for the rest of his life.

Brute!

Zong Yang just took a step, but saw that the strong man who was brought into the bottom of the lake by Jiaoshou before rose from the lake, just flying above the fin Jiao, and the sharp sword cut through the sky in the fall, like a round of crescent moon, a sword cut through the lake, and the fin Jiao was divided into two parts, the strong one was a little Jiao body, the body rushed forward, the sword momentum was like a rainbow of a pick, it was bound to cut off the Jiao's head, how did this demon beast know that it would die, a body twisted fiercely, and it was just a step away from the shore before he died.

The last disciple still died, the strong man's sword also divided the body of the fin Jiao, the scene returned to calm, the strong man jumped on the beachbank, put the sword into the sheath, the right hand and two fingers towards the left shoulder to the acupoints, after the point took out a bottle of things, the thumb lifted the seal, and poured the contents of the bottle into the mouth.

"It's your turn." The strong man's lips were pale, but his complexion was obviously recovering.

Zong Yang looked at the strong man, the other party was like a bloody man, his left shoulder was already blurred with blood, his left arm hung weakly, and blood was dripping from his fingers along his arm.

"Do you know that there is no good person in the Wanjin Building?" Zong Yang still regarded the Chishan Gate as orthodox in his heart, even if the cultivators in it were a little cooler, but they were not evil people after all, so he wanted to explain.

"You don't have to tell me this, I won't listen, I just need to take you back." There was obviously a bit of weakness in the words of the strong.

"Will you Chishanmen act impartially?" Zong Yang asked.

"Huh." The strong man's bird claw moved his right hand, and replied coldly: "You killed an elder at the peak of the Nirvana realm of this sect, so you will definitely die." ”

Hearing such an answer, Zong Yang suddenly felt a wave of anger in his heart, and suddenly he felt a wave of hatred for the indiscriminate Chishan Gate. Cultivating immortals and upholding the righteous path, this is the deep-rooted respect of all mortals in the continent for the cultivators in the Dao Gate, but this belief began to collapse in his heart at this moment.

Zong Yang didn't know what the strength of the peak of the Nirvana Realm was, nor did he know the significance of the elders of such a realm to the Chishan Gate, but he knew very well at the moment that in addition to fighting to the death, he would let the mermaid flesh!

However, there is no way to enter that kind of violent state, and the strong man in front of him can cut off a huge demon beast with a sword, how can this be matched?!

The blood on the strong man's left arm stopped, and the last drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, and the black clouds in the sky began to accumulate again at some point, and a few drops of rain broke through the sky and fell.

"I really don't understand, how can a mere Taoist temple teach a master who can kill the peak of Nirvana, but the facts are there, but people have to believe it." The strong man's voice was not high, which matched his expressionless face very well, "Senior Brother Palm appreciates your talent for drawing talismans, calls you a genius, and moves the heart of accepting apprentices, I don't want you to be a waste who can't hold a sword, and you still kneel in front of the mountain gate for seven days, which is even more despised." ”

Zong Yang smiled, and finally spit on the two words, making him completely despise the Chishan Gate, if there is still a chance in this life, it is bound to move the Chishan Gate!

"Now it seems that you must have learned evil arts, walked the devil's way, and hid your strength as a waste, and the fin Jiao just now did not bite you, and it is even more testimonial!" The corners of the strong man's mouth twitched, which was his only expression so far.

Zong Yang lowered his eyelids, noncommittal to the words of the strong, maybe he had been on the path of demons since birth, otherwise the demon seeds in his body were all kinds of weird, and there was no way to explain them.

"I really feel sorry for your master, he really deserves to die for raising something like you that deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors!"

This sentence stabbed Zong Yang's scales, he took a wild breath, the strength of his body did not know where to come from, he pulled out his long sword in anger, pointed directly at the strong, and repeated a sentence said by the old way of dice in the early years: "The way of righteousness and evil is like a sword, it can kill people and save people!" ”

Big drops of raindrops fell on the sword body, Zong Yang's strength was exhausted, every drop of raindrop was like a meteorite, he couldn't lift the sword when he smashed it, and the sword body was like duckweed in a huge wave, shaking constantly.

Being pointed at by someone's sword, this is a great provocation, and the strong man draws his sword again, which is considered to be a battle. The scabbard on his back was somewhat peculiar, the end was as if it had been truncated, and the sword in his hand was like a broken sword, without a sharp point, but it was as long as an ordinary sword, and the blade was twice as wide.

"Qiang—"

The strong man swung his sword in the air, but saw that the sword body had doubled, and a sword grew out of the original sword body. He never took his eyes off Zong Yang's sword, his body shook, and he killed in the wind.

Zong Yang gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, but his right arm was numb, and he no longer listened to the call, and in an instant, the strong man came with a strong wind, and the fluttering black shirt and dark clouds blended into one color, covering his entire field of vision, and the super long sword stopped an inch around his neck.

"Why don't you make a move?" The strong man's face was gloomy, disappointed and questioning.

Finally unable to lift the long sword, Zong Yang's right arm fell down along with the long sword, and the strong man kicked him to the ground with a volley.

"Where's Bloody Eye? What about the magic pattern? The strong man tilted his head and asked, seeing that Zong Yang did not respond, he put his sword into the sheath, "If what I brought back is just a waste, then today's loss will become a joke!" ”

"Are you a fly, you talk a lot." Zong Yang said lightly. Zong Yang, who is called the former Zong Yang, will never be so rebellious, but his personality has been subtly transformed, and he has completely merged with his other self.

A black line appeared on the strong man's forehead, and he dodged in annoyance, and kicked Zong Yang's cheek with one foot, Zong Yang was originally half-kneeling on the ground, and fell to the ground after being kicked.

As if thinking of something, Zong Yang got up smartly, untied the bag he was carrying, touched the ash jar with his hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and put the bag aside.

The strong man frowned slightly, he only used two points of force for the kick just now, but ordinary people would definitely break a few teeth after receiving this kick, but Zong Yang was almost unusual.

In order to verify something, the strong man's figure flashed again, his left foot was raised, and this time he kicked at the other cheek of Zong Yang, using fifty percent of his strength.

Pop——, Zongyang rolled to the ground after planting his heel, although his whole body was weak, he still stood up, and his right cheek was not bruised at all except for some mud from the beachbank.

"Huh?!" The strong man was a little surprised, this kind of kicking the sandbag, but the painless condition of the sandbag made him want to beat him more and more, sure enough, he used all his strength and swept Zong Yang's chest with a kick, this kick, even if it was a fin Jiao, he had to end up with broken ribs.

Zong Yang flew a few feet away, but he still stood up, nothing more than a few big breaths, and he didn't cough up a drop of blood, which made him himself shocked by the strength of his body.

The strong man finally couldn't hold his breath, scolded secretly, and attacked Zongyang with all his might, his right hand and legs continued to attack, punching and kicking, picking up and smashing, all kinds of beating techniques were used to the extreme, mud and stones splashed on the beachbank, although the scene was not as bloody as before, but it was several times more violent.

The small half-pillar incense has passed, and the strong man is finally exhausted, sweating like rain, compared with the previous indifference and composure, it is like two people, and his mouth is still muttering: "Damn it...... What the fuck ......."

On the other hand, Zong Yang's body was lying on the ground, like a corpse, his clothes covered with mud were torn in many places, revealing numerous scars, and a stream of blood flowed down from the top of his head, mixed with the blood from his mouth, and accumulated on the ground. His eyes were blankly open, and there was a dead silence except for the sound of raindrops falling on the weeds.

The strong man followed Zong Yang's line of sight and noticed the bag. He walked over step by step, kicked the wrap of his bag with his toes, and found that there was a jar of ashes inside.

"Hmph, against my Chishan Gate, there will be no good end!" The strong man grimaced, raised his right foot, and made a gesture to step on it.

"Don't ......" Zong Yang let out a breathless shout, completely drowned out by the sound of falling rain around him.

"Huh-" The jar shattered, a **** went away with the wind, and Zong Yang's heart seemed to be trampled on.

People have rebellious scales, and they will be punished!

Zong Yang's eyes were blood-red, and he stood up again in the fishy wind, and the magic pattern on his right arm made the dark clouds in the sky inferior to the sky, and the gray and ruthless inferior in this world.

The strong man sensed the presence behind him, turned around, and when his gaze met Zong Yang's bloody eyes, he felt a pang of horror in his heart. Fortunately, he still has self-confidence, self-confidence in his own strength, and confidence in the disciples of the Taoist Temple in Chicheng District, even if he learns the Demon Dao, it will be difficult to match him. So he was not intimidated by Zong Yang, but grinned excitedly, picked up Zong Yang's sword, and threw it over.

Zong Yang caught the sword, a long-lost feeling arose, and then swung three swords in front of him, and each sword body slapped a drop of rain falling from the sky.

"Not bad." The strong man had a full view of Zong Yang's actions, and seeing that the opponent's strength was not weak, his fighting spirit rose instantly.

In fact, the strong man didn't notice that the wounds on Zong Yang's body at this moment were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, which was unbelievable.

"Take me first!" The strong man held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and after three steps of running, he jumped into the air, like a huge eagle, condescending, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Zong Yang didn't raise his head, if he looked up, the raindrops falling from the sky would only affect his vision, and after the strong man entered the attack range, he stepped on his right foot, his body was like a majestic hall that could not be shaken, and the muscles of the whole body gathered in his right arm after exerting force, and the long sword was magnificently drawn.

When the sound of ——, sword strikes began in the silent wilderness, the corpses could not witness the splendor of the blow.

With only one sword, the strength and weakness are judged, and the strong man holds the heavy and long sword in his hand, taking advantage of the situation to crush it, forcing Zong Yang to retreat in defeat, and after five moves, the tip of the sword cut through the clothes on Zong Yang's chest, with that inch of flesh and skin.

"My sword, how's that?" The strong man retracted his sword and retreated satisfied.

"Two points." Zong Yang replied calmly: "First, your sword can't stab, and second, your sword moves are a little different." ”

"Oh?" The strong man raised his eyebrows, obviously approving.

Zong Yang looked at the long sword in his hand with some distraction, and kept repeating the action of the strong man taking out the sword in his mind, and suddenly smiled slightly, because it was a bloody eye, this expression was very terrifying, and he said intriguingly: "Maybe, I will too." ”

The rain suddenly stopped, the noisy lake was as quiet as a mirror, and on the leaf of a weed at Zong Yang's feet, a drop of crystal water slipped down, and at the moment when the water droplets landed, he stepped on the pebbles attached to the sludge and attacked strongly.

The strong man didn't know what Zong Yang meant, so he danced a sword flower, stood in place, and watched the changes.

Zong Yang's bloody eyes locked on the strong, and after the bullying approached, the long sword came out with a sword groan.

When ——, first blow, the double swords bounced off, Zong Yang took out the sword with a backhand, and when ——, the second blow, the opponent's super long sword was actually shocked away, this time, Zong Yang's sword slashed into the opponent's chest, cutting off a row of ribs.

Before the severe pain hit, the strong man shouted in surprise: "How is it possible, how can you enter the sword!" ”

Zong Yang turned around silently, preparing to clean up the broken ash jar, and only threw down one sentence: "You are similar to the one in the Wanjin Building." ”

On the beachbank, one figure gradually walked away, while another standing figure, let out a cry of resentment, fell straight up.