On the road, the real qi was scattered, causing the wind to be quiet, and the trees on both sides were shaking, making the mountains and forests restless.

The Taoist stood with the sword in his hand, and the sword technique in his hand changed rapidly, and every time he changed, the long sword became one point sharper, and the true qi on the sword rose by an inch.

When he pinched out the last sword technique, the true qi on the long sword had reached the extreme, so the wind was still and there was no more noise.

It was as if there was only a three-foot Qingfeng left in the world, standing between heaven and earth, shining with cold light and tranquility.

On the body of the sword, the face of the Taoist can be reflected, and the face of Yin Wuli can also be reflected, the two of them each occupy one side, one positive and one negative, one good and one evil, and they will also have a life and a death.

"Thieves. ”

Zhong Nanji put his hand holding the sword trick behind his back.

The long sword in front of him was straight, the Taoist robe behind him was flying, and a mighty aura on his body supported his seven-foot body, as if he was standing in the sky.

"How dare you take the sword?"

The Taoist asked, his voice bursting in true qi.

Looking at his appearance, Yin Wuli did not have the slightest fear, but laughed excitedly, and his face became more and more hideous.

"Okay, come on. ”

Twenty years in prison, he hadn't felt like this in a long time.

"Well, take it. ”

The long sword in Zhong Nanji's hand crossed over, and a sword was stabbed out.

The twelfth style of Taishan swordsmanship, no pole Tailai!

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People say that the characteristic of Taishan's swordsmanship is that it is endless, without too much killing intent, but it can exhaust people and subdue them.

But that was the last style they had never seen Taishan swordsmanship, if they had seen it, they would know that Taishan's swordsmanship would definitely not be worse than any kind of swordsmanship.

It was a move that Taishan's disciples would only use when they were in a desperate situation, and this move would gather the true qi of the whole body on a single sword, although it was a broken cauldron, but it was enough to turn the situation around.

Its usefulness is like its name, first putting itself in a desperate situation, and then surviving from a desperate situation.

And the power of this move is only known to those who have seen it, and the momentum is like a bamboo, only advancing and not retreating.

The sword with the true qi of Taishan's disciples is almost indestructible, unless the martial arts are much higher than those who use the sword, otherwise it can't be stopped at all.

The name of this move is called Noji Tailai.

And Zhong Nanji is using this trick now.

He is a master of fame, and it is difficult to say how good the sword with all the true qi of a famous master can be.

But at this time, Yin Wuli can be experienced personally.

Before the sword stabbed in front of him, a sharp sword aura had already blown away the messy hair on his face, revealing his slightly distracted face below.

For a moment, the cold hair behind Yin Wuli stood upright, and there was a feeling in his heart that he was constantly telling him that he might die under this sword.

Yin Wu immediately panicked, he wanted to dodge, but at this time he couldn't dodge.

The blade was almost against his throat, and the sharp edge was pressing his throat.

In a hurry, Yin Wuli hurriedly transported the internal qi of his whole body to guard his throat.

Then the sword stabbed down.

"When!!"

With a loud bang, a wave of air visible to the naked eye was centered on the two of them and lined up in all directions, blowing dust and splashing, and the fallen leaves swept away, covering the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

And by the time the dust settles, it's all over.

Yin Wu stood in place, a line of blood was clearly visible on his throat, and the blood flowed down, but not too much.

In front of him, Zhong Nanji stood bent over, his face pale, holding the hilt of a broken sword in his hand, the broken blade was stained with some blood, and fell to the ground on the side.

It should have been halfway through.

Yin Wuli touched his throat, with a fine cold sweat on his forehead, and it wasn't until he was sure that there was no big problem that he looked at Zhong Nanji and laughed almost maniacally.

"Hahaha, I said it a long time ago!

The sword just now, if Zhong Nanji's sword was a little better, Yin Wuli would have died.

Zhong Nanji was defeated and defeated on his sword, and his sword could not withstand his true qi.

"Ahem!" the Taoist coughed, his body was no longer able to stand, and he fell to his knees on the ground, and did not fall down with a broken sword.

He raised his eyes, glanced at Yin Wuli fiercely, and said.

"I only hate the poor way, the sword is not sharp enough, and I didn't kill you, the evil demon. ”

"So what?" Yin Wuli smiled, panting and leaning in front of Zhong Nanji and said.

The corners of his mouth almost reached the root of his ears, and his face carried the ecstasy of the rest of his life.

"I'm still alive anyway, and you're going to die. ”

He was really panicked just now, he couldn't have imagined that a Taoist he met on the road could actually stab such a sharp sword.

As a person who has practiced external skills to the extreme, it is difficult for him to die, and at the same time he is also afraid of death.

He almost thought he was going to die, but he survived, so he didn't plan to give this man a good time now, he was going to torture him and kill him again.

Thinking like this, he kicked Zhong Nanji in the chest.

This kick was neither light nor heavy, and it just kicked and broke several of Zhong Nanji's ribs, causing him to fly upside down, fall to the ground, and spit blood.

"Hey, hey. With a sneer, Yin Wuli walked towards Zhong Nanji again, and before he could get up, he stepped on the palm of his sword again.

"Ahh

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By the time the sun was set, Zhong Nanji had been tortured to the point that he was not human, lying on the ground, with black-red plasma flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Yin Wuli, who felt a little tired of playing, squatted beside him, as if he suddenly had an idea, grabbed Zhong Nanji's hair with his hand, lifted his face from the ground, and said with a smile.

"It's better like this, your kung fu is good, you should know Jiang Lian'er, if you tell me where he is, how about I spare your life?"

"Ho ······" Zhong Nanji's face was covered with blood, he opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Yin Wuli in front of him, opened and closed his mouth slightly, and said in a voice that was almost inaudible.

"Taishan's sword would rather bend than bend. ”

"Shhhh

"Then you should die. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

When it fell again, the palm pierced Zhong Nanji's chest.

On the road, Yin Wu stood up and walked away.

In a pool of blood, Zhong Nanji fell backwards, his face hanging weakly.

But at the same time, under the palm of his hand, three words written in blood were covered, and Yin Wu was standing.

Master, senior brother, Nanji, is not negative.

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"In this world, it is not difficult to die. It is rare that he has lived with one thought and righteousness all his life, and he will live up to his death. Only in this way can you call yourself a disciple of Mount Tai. ”

This was the first thing his master said to him a long time ago, when Zhong Nanji first worshiped the Taishan faction.

Later, he also said this to his disciples countless times.

And now he's really done it.

So.

Zhong Nanji's eyes completely darkened.

I'm also a true disciple of Tarzan.