"Uh, this kid. ”

Hao Datong said helplessly.

In this way, Murong Zhendong was only slightly injured at most, and his hand would really be crippled. Immediately quickly withdrew his hand to block.

"Fortunately, this kid lost his long sword, and even if he admits defeat, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect has finally been preserved. ”

But Hao Datong is probably disappointed if he thinks so.

Murong Zhendong's hand that threw out the sword shook slightly, and the long sword turned back the same way and returned to his hand.

"Dragon Capture Gong!"

"Edgeworthiness!"

The onlookers all fryed.

Murong Zhendong's long sword automatically returned to his hand in the air, which was really compelling.

Hao Datong is a knowledgeable person, I am afraid that only the martial arts master dragon fighting.

The disciples thought it was a legendary sword technique and exclaimed one after another.

But they knew that this was Murong Zhendong's Northern Spiritual Skill that pretended to be a forced exercise, and these little Taoist priests probably hadn't heard of it when they practiced Northern Spiritual Skill, and they couldn't think of it at all.

The long sword in Murong Zhendong's hand stabbed at Hao Datong again, and Hao Datong dared to underestimate this young man at this time.

Stretched out his sword to block Murong Zhendong's sword move, and slapped Murong Zhendong with a palm with his left hand.

This old Taoist looks at Murong Zhendong's young age, no matter how talented he is, his internal strength cannot be deeper than him.

", this is not to win with a sword, do you want to fight hard with internal strength? Do you want to win by internal force? Hehe, this old boy will lose faster. ”

Murong Zhendong smiled lightly and raised his left palm to greet him.

The two palms touched, Hao Datong only felt that the other party's internal force was suddenly invisible and invisible, and suddenly it was fierce and incomparable, and suddenly a huge force struck, and Hao Datong was directly shocked a few feet away.

"Poof"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and his face was languishing.

"Wori, it's big, and I haven't mastered the strength. ”

Murong Zhendong was suddenly a little anxious, he didn't want to hurt this old way, but this internal force control ability was not tender, and his strength was a little bigger.

Damn, if you really beat this old way to death, it will be terrible, then it will provoke a great enemy for nothing, and you will die.

Murong Zhendong just wanted to go over and check on the old Taoist.

Only then I heard a voice.

"Array".

Seven Taoist priests pounced on the onlookers and surrounded Murong Zhendong.

"Nyima in the Groove"

"Tiangang Beidou Array"

"What are you trying to make a fuss about?"

Murong Zhendong was so depressed that he was going to die.

If you delay any longer, the old Taoist priest will die.

Hurriedly spoke.

"Hey, you are entangled with me here, aren't you afraid that old man will die, now let me see if I can save him, if I delay for a while and a half, the master will not dare to guarantee it."

The Taoist priests surrounding Murong Zhendong looked at each other with hesitation on their faces.

I saw Zhao Zhijing, who took the lead, sneered and said: "You still want to harm my uncle, all the disciples listen to the order and capture this kid."

The seven people were waiting for the battle, and it was obvious that the Tiangang Beidou Array was ready.

"The immortals are really hard. ”

Murong Zhendong said helplessly:

"Okay, master, I'll take care of this Quanzhen Sect's famous Tiangang Beidou Array. ”

After finishing speaking, he tapped his toes lightly, and stabbed at Zhao Zhijing, who was the leader.

Zhao Zhijing knew that this young man from the Murong family was extremely good, and he didn't dare to be contemptuous, so he hurriedly raised his sword to meet him.

The two Daoists, "Tianshu" and "Shaking Light", attacked Murong Zhendong from the left and right, and they cooperated very well.

In an instant, more than a dozen moves passed, and no matter which direction Murong Zhendong attacked, he would be attacked by the sword in the sword array.

After the tea time, the seven people surrounded Murong Zhendong in a circle, and gradually closed, the faster the direction changed, and the faster the move.

"Made, this Tiangang Beidou Array is worthy of being the top sword formation with a prestigious reputation in the rivers and lakes, and it is very difficult. ”

At this time, Murong Zhendong sighed in his heart.

I also secretly admire Wang Chongyang, this old virgin is worthy of a generation of grandmasters, not only has excellent martial arts, but also created such a mysterious combined attack formation technique, which is awesome.

Speaking of which, this Quanzhen Sect is also very interesting.

Murong Zhendong understood in the real world of Tianlong that except for Wang Chongyang, the founding patriarch, the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect were invincible in the world, the personal martial arts of the other disciples were a little out of the table.

Even the second-generation disciples of the old generation, except for Qiu Chuji, are only average among their peers in martial arts.

Maybe Wang Chongyang, the old Taoist priest, can also see that which of his disciples and grandchildren can keep loneliness, and it is destined that martial arts cannot be like him.

Therefore, he could only find another way to create this ox fork's swordsmanship formation.

Using this set of formations, even seven disciples with mediocre martial arts can entangle a master.

If the second-generation disciples of the older generation can even fight against the original five peerless level figures, it is no wonder that the Quanzhen Sect can be ranked with Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang as the four leaders of the righteous path.

It's not for nothing, it's about playing.

Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, Murong Zhendong's shots were becoming more and more restricted, and he wanted to try to use his swordsmanship to forcibly break the Tiangang Beidou Array.

But now it doesn't look like it's going to work.

Except for Zhao Zhijing, these seven people are all third-rate in martial arts, and with this sword formation, Murong Zhendong can't beat them.

It's very breathless.

"It seems that I still have a long way to go in my cultivation, alas! ”

Murong Zhendong sighed in his heart, his figure flashed, he moved a few feet to the left, and stood still steadily, it was the "North Star Position".

In the big stone cave of the ancient tomb, Murong Zhendong had seen this sword formation, and Murong Zhendong had to temporarily learn this sword formation through systematic empowerment.

Now that you have learned it, it is very simple to break it.

Murong Zhendong immediately took a step to the right, still standing firmly in the "North Star Position".

Zhao Zhijing originally wanted the three of them to launch a side attack, but suddenly took a closer look, and Murong Zhendong's position at this time was extremely strange.

Not only could the three people's long swords reach him, but the door of the seven people was wide open, and they secretly said "Oops".

Sure enough, Murong Zhendong made a move at this time.

The long sword was handed out, and with a flick of the wrist, seven sword flowers were stabbed out one after another, and the tips of the swords were all pointed at the wrists of the seven people.

"Bell"

The long swords in the hands of the seven people fell to the ground one after another.

"Made, the master can't kill you. ”

Murong Zhendong scolded psychologically.

With a thunderous momentum, he waved seven palms in a row, and all the Taoist priests flew out upside down.

"Poof"

Zhao Zhijing spit out a mouthful of old blood, Murong Zhendong looked at Zhao Zhijing very hated, and specially "took care" of him.

Zhao Zhijing was hit by Murong Zhendong's powerful slap and spat blood.

His heart was filled with shame.

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Everyone, cloth the Beidou Great Array." ”

"Nima's, Zhao Zhijing, this old miscellaneous hair, it's not over yet, right, if you really dare to besiege the master, don't blame the master for being ruthless. ”

Murong Zhendong looked at Zhao Zhijing and beckoned everyone to set up a sword formation to kill himself, and scolded angrily.

Murong Zhendong was also angry, and thought to himself, Ma De Laozi doesn't care, I have to let you dog Taoist know that you know how powerful the little master is, and you are ready to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to start working directly.

The subtlety of this formation is true, but they are seven people in a row, which can be regarded as a group fight with more and fewer fights.

Then you have to cooperate closely, but no matter how awesome your sword formation is, as soon as the Northern Shengong comes out, it will be scum, because if you drop ten times with one force, the Northern Shengong is really too domineering.

I didn't want to use it before, I just wanted to have fun, but now it's really, I'm afraid of you.

Regardless of whether you expose your magic skills or not, even if you provoke a big enemy, the master's Murong family is not a soft persimmon, whoever wants to pinch it.

Just when the two sides drew their swords and fought each other.

"Stop!"

The voice suddenly came out of nowhere, the old Taoist Hao Datong who was injured by Murong Zhendong.

He was killed by Murong Zhendong just now, and his heart was also devastated.

I only feel that my age has been lived to dogs.

Whether it is swordsmanship or internal strength, even a little boy can't compare, is the Murong family so powerful, a young man from the Murong family is so good, then the others are not even more powerful.

Thinking of this, the two hurriedly stopped it.

Hao Datong couldn't help but vomit another mouthful of blood, in fact, he was not injured multiple times, and he had recovered a lot at this time.

It's just that his face is a little pale, and it seems that he was hit by Murong Zhendong.

Zhao Zhijing hurriedly said, "Uncle Shi, are you okay?"

"Hmph, I just remembered to ask now. ”

Hao Datong snorted coldly, this Zhao Zhijing is like his uncompetitive apprentice, he always likes to make his own decisions, if he hadn't stopped it in time, this matter would have made a big deal today, and it would not end well.

Whether it was hurting the young man of the Murong family, or this young man hurting this group of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, it might be impossible for both sides to give up easily.

The Quanzhen Sect is a big opponent for the Murong family, and the Murong family is not a very powerful opponent for the Quanzhen Sect, if it is not a last resort, the one who wants to provoke such a big enemy, unless he is a fool.

This stop is considered timely, saving the lives of all the disciples, Murong Zhendong is about to kill him, ready to kill him.