Although Zheng Zhaozong put on a posture of looking down on the world, but he was uneasy in his heart, just now he fought with Tang Jiusheng and Puxuan, and his internal strength was exhausted a lot, and now in the face of such three masters, he has no certainty of victory, if it is one-on-one, he is not afraid at all, even if the internal strength is exhausted, he can escape if he really can't beat it in the end, and now in this situation, three to one, he really has no confidence to win.

But the arrow is on the string and has to be sent, even if he doesn't do it, but the three people on the other side will never let him go. Zheng Zhaozong secretly complained in his heart, but there was no reliable way to get out. Ouyang Luda saw Zheng Zhaozong looking left and right, as if he had the intention of escaping, shouted, raised the stick to attack first, a stick was rounded, and when the head was smashed, the iron rod drew a semi-circular arc, the wind was howling, and the momentum was fierce.

Zheng Zhaozong had already pulled out the bloody knife in an instant, and on the side of his body, his feet did not leave the ground, but he skillfully moved two feet out of the ground. Although Ouyang Luda smashed the air with a stick, he didn't wait for a move to make him old, and swept the big hole on Zheng Zhaozong's waist with a stick, Zheng Zhaozong's body was light and agile, and then he retreated backwards and slid out of the way for more than a zhang, and then dodged this stick. He was not in a hurry to make a sword, because there were two other Martial Xuan Realm masters on the opposite side who were eyeing each other and might make a move at any time.

Sure enough, when Zheng Zhaozong slid backwards, the two iron galls in Zhu Jiafu's hands suddenly disappeared, and he also drew his sword and shot at him. The knife in Zhu Jiafu's hand is named Shuoyue, which is one of the top ten famous knives, and Zhu Jiafu himself is also a master of Wu Xuanjing, a famous master with a treasure knife, and the power should not be underestimated.

Zheng Zhaozong sighed and looked at the Puji monk who had not yet made a move, still holding a rosary in his hand as if he was chanting the scriptures. Zheng Zhaozong couldn't control it so much, the bloody knife in his hand opened and closed, slashing out an incomparably sharp knife qi, he wanted to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible, so he was ruthless. A camphor tree on the side of the road happened to be scratched by Zheng Zhaozong's knife qi, and with a click, it was cut off from the middle, and slowly fell down and smashed into the middle of the road.

Zhu Jiafu shouted, rose to the challenge, and slashed Zheng Zhaozong's waist with a knife, the silver knife qi was like a match, and it was extremely dazzling under the sunlight of the winter sun. Zheng Zhaozong touched the ground with both feet, rose from the ground, stepped on Zhu Jiafu's knife face very quickly, turned over in the air, and stabbed Zhu Jiafu in the back of the heart with the treasure knife in his hand. Zhu Jiafu shifted three feet to the right, turned around sharply and slashed down again, slashing at Zheng Zhaozong's right leg.

When Zheng Zhaozong wanted to retreat, he found that the retreat had been sealed by a big iron rod from Ouyang Luda, Zheng Zhaozong snorted lightly, his feet were lightly on the ground again, and he jumped upwards sharply, avoiding the cooperation of these two people, and turned over in the air, as soon as his feet landed, Zhu Jiafu slashed at his shoulder blade again, Zheng Zhaozong had no choice but to retreat sharply, and the knife qi slashed in front of him, cutting off a lock of hair on his forehead. Zheng Zhaozong clearly saw that the lock of hair gently swept through his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

At this time, the monk Puji, who had been twisting the prayer beads, finally moved, Puji swept across the air, and slapped Zheng Zhaozong's chest with a palm, Zheng Zhaozong's heart was shocked, because he saw that Puji's palm was purple, red and purple, this is the purple flame palm that moves the rivers and lakes! Zheng Zhaozong became famous as a young man, walking the rivers and lakes, he once suffered the loss of this purple flame palm, he knew that once he was hit by the qi of the purple flame palm method, there would be no antidote to the wound to fester, and then little by little he watched the wound gradually expand, but he could not do anything to heal it, and he could only die slowly in pain after a year.

Zheng Zhaozong really didn't understand, how could a monk who was a monk practice this kind of vicious palm technique? Is there still a heavenly principle? Isn't Tongsheng Mountain Zizai Temple known as a holy place of Buddhism? How could he also condone his subordinates to practice this kind of evil martial arts? He made a decision in an instant, today he must fight until he is injured and defeat one of the three people, but the injuries he suffered can be knife wounds or stick wounds, but he cannot be hit by the purple flame palm!

Being hit by the Purple Flame Palm doesn't hurt at all, but he will die painlessly without an antidote, it doesn't hurt, but he will die, what a terrifying thing is this? Zheng Zhaozong went crazy, retreated wildly, dodged a Purple Flame Palm from Puji, and swung his knife at Ouyang Luda, he was determined to attack Ouyang Luda, who was the weakest in the martial arts realm of the three.

Ouyang Luda used the iron rod to seal Zheng Zhaozong's offensive line, not seeking merit but seeking no fault, as long as he dragged Zheng Zhaozong, Zhu Jiafu and Puji would make Zheng Zhaozong look good, after all, when the three of them were lurking on the roof of the palace just now, they had already seen Zheng Zhaozong fighting with Puxuan and Tang Jiusheng, and the qi was not low, so they decided to intercept Zheng Zhaozong, and get rid of such a scourge of martial arts and martial arts, it is really a blessing for martial arts and a blessing for the world.

There is no accident, Zheng Zhaozong's attack was frustrated, but Zhu Jiafu and Puji monks attacked after the buttocks, attacking his lower plate and back heart with a palm and a knife, Zheng Zhaozong moved horizontally, then horizontally, backwards, and then retreated, on the wide street not far from the pseudo-Jiannan Wangfu, he was beaten by the three masters, and he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back. Zheng Zhaozong was so angry that he almost wanted to scold his mother.

Zheng Zhaozong, who was crazy, ignored it, the bloody knife in his hand was opened, and the cold knife qi cut through the ground paved with bluestone slabs, the gravel flew, and the dust flew, when Zheng Zhaozong found that he couldn't find the weakness of the three of them joining forces, he simply made a desperate bet, broke the jar and broke it, Zheng Zhaozong laughed wildly, "Do you want me to die?" Then the three of you have to leave at least one to be buried!"

The air was full of bloody knife qi, Zheng Zhaozong kept attacking with red eyes, the man and the knife were one, all of them attacked first, and completely gave up the defense, he was desperate, and the three of them were stagnant in the offensive, because no one planned to fight him for his life, just wanted to consume him and slowly grind him to death. Zheng Zhaozong went crazy, and the three of them retreated step by step, but it was obviously a move to retreat, anyway, the three of them joining forces was enough to kill Zheng Zhaozong.

In front of the Yin'an Hall of the Pseudo-Jiannan Palace, Tang Fulong's face became more and more solemn, because the fat man who was the first to rush into the battle was hit by a sword from the shoulder, and the demon dragon sword in the hand of the Fuyunzi stabbed the fat man, and the eyes of the black dragon wrapped around the sword became more and more red, and he simply had a hideous face and flew into the sky, it turned out that the demon dragon sword would become stronger when it saw blood, and it was similar to the blood knife in Zheng Zhaozong's hand.

The fat man was hit by a sword in his shoulder, but it made him sober up a little, the fat man simply changed from offense to defense, he wanted to prevent another sword, these little Taoist slashes are not a big problem, and the demon dragon sword in the hand of Fu Yunzi is terrifying. The fat man felt the wound on his shoulder numb, and was secretly surprised in his heart, damn it, it turned out that this demon dragon sword was poisoned? The fat man was poisoned? The fat man muttered in his heart, and his hand slowed down, and he was slashed by the little Taoist priest a few times, but these ordinary swords were cut on his body, and the fat man was not afraid.

Tang Jiusheng saw that his brother fat man was injured, and immediately hit the flames upward, the reason why he was in a hurry to rush into battle was precisely because he had an abnormal sense, Tang Jiusheng picked up the Seven Feelings Sword, and only attacked a small Taoist priest, he tried to tear this Ling Tian Sword Formation at one point. Tang Jiusheng finally turned on the Qi Engine Energy Storage Pill again, and concentrated all the Qi Engine on the sword body, and the green color of the Seven Emotions Sword became brighter and brighter. Tang Jiusheng slashed out with a sword, the little Taoist priest hurriedly blocked with the sword in his hand, and with a bang, the tip of the little Taoist sword was cut off by Tang Jiusheng, but Tang Jiusheng was also hit by two swords on his body.

When there was a loud bang, the tip of the little Taoist's sword fell on the stone ground, spun around the ground a few times, and stopped beating. Although Tang Jiusheng had a few swords in his body, it was no big problem, after all, he was also a martial arts realm body now, and he was not afraid of ordinary swords, although he was not as good as the fat man's natural martial arts body, but he was not far behind.

Tang Jiusheng was overjoyed, it turned out that with the blessing of the Qi of the Martial Xuan Realm, he could cut off the swords in the hands of these Taoist priests, he had known that this was the case, so he had turned on the Qi Engine and stored the pill to attack them earlier! Fu Yunzi, who was standing in the eye of the formation, was taken aback, he didn't expect Tang Jiusheng to suddenly soar in the Martial Realm.

But as soon as Tang Jiusheng cut off the tip of the sword in the little Taoist's hand, a sword immediately flew in the air outside the formation, and the little Taoist threw the broken sword in his hand at Tang Jiusheng, reached out and grabbed the sword that flew in from outside the formation. Everyone was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the flying sword, only to see a little Taoist priest who was also wearing a black robe and embroidered with a skeleton holding a large handful of swords, looking at the formation with a smile.

Tang Fulong, who was studying the method of breaking the formation, immediately sank, he originally thought that he could fight with these Taoist priests with a large number of people, but he didn't expect that these Taoist priests would still have backup, and this would be necessary? If the enemy had enough manpower and moved out a few more sword formations, then there would really be trouble! His own Golden Thunder Method didn't know if he could break this Ling Tian Formation, but he didn't want to expose his strength and tricks too early, because there would be a big battle to fight in the future, and he didn't want the enemy to find a way to restrain the Golden Thunder early.

Tang Jiusheng in the formation was not disturbed by the swords that flew in from outside the formation, Tang Jiusheng smiled contemptuously, even if you make up the sword and come in, I will keep sharpening it, can you keep making up for it? How many swords do you have to consume? After Tang Jiusheng cut off the tips of the seven swords, those little Taoist priests also found a way to restrain them, whenever they fought with Tang Jiusheng again, at least six or seven swords collided with Tang Jiusheng's Seven Love Sword, with the bonus of the formation, in this case, Tang Jiusheng could no longer sharpen the sword in the hands of the little Taoist.

Seeing this, Xiahou Lingyu said angrily: "These Taoist priests are hooligans, and if they can't beat them, they use such a despicable method to bully more and less, so shameless!"

When the pressure of the formation was heard, Xiahou Lingyu's words, he laughed madly and said: "Phew, you stinky girl, you can't beat it, you can't beat it, how can there be so much nonsense, you are also a first-class master, in terms of martial arts, my teachers and nephews are far inferior to you, what do you rely on if you don't rely on the formation? Do you still want to compete with you? Stinky girl, don't worry, you look so beautiful, Dao Ye, I will definitely capture you alive and train you well!Ahahaha......"

The enraged Xiahou Lingyu took out several swords in a row, trying to stab the Fuyunzi who was in the eye of the formation, but they were all blocked by the little Taoist priests' swords. When Tang Jiusheng saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up, he jumped up suddenly, ignoring the sword momentum of the little Taoists, and swung his sword to slash at Fu Yunzi, who hurriedly used the demon dragon sword in his hand to meet the Seven Love Sword.

At the moment when the two swords intersected, a vision was born.