Chapter Twenty-Three: Don't Talk About Martial Virtues

The big stall head slowly walked towards the Tiansong Dao Chief, listened to it more than ten meters away from the Tiansong Dao Chief, and after looking at the Tiansong Dao Chief, he slowly asked in his extremely ugly voice: "You want to fight alone with me?" ”

"Yes, Poor Dao has this intention!" Daoist Tiansong replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Haha!" The big stall head laughed: "You have such a good skin, do you have a funny brain?" I have more than 300 sect members here, and you are only seven people, and one person can drown you with a mouthful of spit, and you want to fight me alone, you are kidding me! Let's get past them first."

Without waiting for the Tiansong Dao Chang to speak, the big stall head stretched out his hand and waved, and those gray and white cloaked people rushed up at the Tiansong Dao Chief, and I was stunned to watch the big stall head on the altar!

Don't talk about martial arts!

On the field, although there were only seven people in the Tiansong Dao Chief, although the number was small, but the strength was strong, it was like a tiger entering a flock, and in just a few seconds, those White Lotus Sect members had been put down by more than a dozen. Especially the head of the Tiansong Dao, it seems to be a leisurely walk, whenever a sect member approaches, I don't see him have any fancy movements, and someone will fall to the ground with a fist and finger thrown at will. No wonder some people say that martial arts are all killing techniques, and they are not as bells and whistles as they are in the movie.

After a while, the White Lotus Sect had already fallen forty or fifty people, and the rest of the sect members looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward easily, Tiansong Dao Changyun said lightly to the big stall head: "I don't know if Your Excellency can go down and have a few tricks with the poor Dao now." ”

"Hehe, you think that if you knock over a few low-level sect members, you think that you are qualified to fight with the old man, it's not over yet!" After saying that, the head of the big stall quickly retreated.

When he retreated, he saw a few sect members stretching out their hands to form seals, chanting in their mouths, and in an instant, black shadows emerged from their bodies, and I don't know if it was because of their lack of skill or other reasons, those black shadows were just faintly the outlines of some animals, not as clearly visible as the big bat released by the old ghost in the red cloak just now. Those black shadows hovered above the sect members for a week, and then quickly swooped towards the Tiansong Dao Elder and the others.

Except for the Daoist of Tiansong, the other six Taoist priests took out the yellow talisman, chanted the incantation in their mouths, and shot out almost at the same time, the yellow talisman flew straight towards those black shadows, and once they touched it, they immediately turned into a fireball the size of a basin, incinerating those black shadows. The few cultists who had released the shadow fell to the ground abruptly, and after a moment of convulsion, they stopped moving.

"Ah...........h A shrill cry was remembered, and a member of the congregation ran towards the gate, taking off his cloak as he ran, and from the back it was a middle-aged woman, who howled loudly: "Don't, dead man, I want to go home, I won't play anymore!" When this scene appeared, the head of the stall and the head of Tiansong Dao were stunned.

The woman howled loudly and ran away, and a few of those members of the sect took off their cloaks and ran towards the gate, and suddenly there was a scream, and the big bat that had just grabbed me appeared in mid-air out of thin air, and rushed down towards the fleeing people like lightning, and the few fleeing members were instantly torn apart, and the remnants of their broken arms were scattered to the ground. This scene was so bloody that my stomach felt like a river and a sea, and I almost couldn't help but vomit.

The sound of "poof" sounded one after another, almost half of the congregation collapsed on the ground, and some even took off their cloaks and began to vomit non-stop, in addition to the disgusting smell of the vomit, there were even bursts of fishy stench.

"Niang Xipi, this is someone who is so scared that he is and urinating!" I cursed in my heart, stretched out my hand to cover my mouth and nose, and secretly thought: "What kind of holy sect of Raushzi has been established by such a rabble, and it is not enough to be ashamed." ”

The red-cloaked man who was originally standing with the head of the second gear walked towards the head of the Tiansong Dao, and the head of the big stall, who was still loudly scolding the sect members, saw the red-cloaked man coming over, and immediately became terrified, and crawled to the ground towards the red-cloaked man, trembling like chaff, and did not dare to move. As soon as he knelt, those members of the sect who could still stand also crawled to the ground, and the red-cloaked man walked up to the head of the big stall, without looking at him, and directly stepped on the head of the big stall, like stepping on a ripe watermelon, "bang", and the red and white things were sprinkled on the ground.