In the blink of an eye, Guo Xiaojiu had already approached the Taoist priest, and the knife in his hand had already touched the three swords one after another.

The first two swords were all phantoms released by the Taoist priest, originally just to make Guo Xiaojiu's blade fall slower, and the real killing moves were above the third sword.

The Taoist priest's shot is indeed a killing move, his oblique sword only needs to break Guo Xiaojiu's strength, and it can easily pierce Guo Xiaojiu's neck, when the time comes, who else in this town can, and who dares to stop him?

It's just a pity that the Taoist priest's sword was neatly pressed down by the knife in Guo Xiaojiu's hand.

"I can't even take my left-handed knife!" Guo Xiaojiu shook his head gently, and did not strike again with the knife, but just quietly looked at the surprised expression of the Taoist priest.

Of course, no one would notice that Guo Xiaojiu's right hand behind him was trembling rapidly.

He did not draw the sword with his right hand because his right hand was wounded. It's just that no one, including the Taoist priest, can see it.

After being slightly stunned, the Taoist priest hurriedly took two steps back, he used his sword to protect in front of him, it seemed to be an easy confrontation, he had already used all his strength, but the young man on the opposite side only took out the left-handed knife, so how strong was his right-hand knife?

"Maybe this guy is left-handed?" thought to the Taoist priest, and he decided to try it again, if he didn't succeed, he would have to come up with the old trick of running away if he couldn't beat it, he hadn't run away for a long time.

"Come again!" the Taoist priest sighed, this time the sword was obviously faster, and under the sword dance, there was another sword, this time it was four swords.

I still don't know which sword is real and which is fake.

It's better to break it all. Guo Xiaojiu's knife shook again, and he stepped forward, this time his knife slashed sideways, and the shot was only between his fingers.

As the knife fell, Guo Xiaojiu was already just holding the knife this time, and he didn't bother to mention it.

The Taoist priest felt a pain in his hand, and he looked over carefully, and the sword in his hand was half left.

"Are you still coming?" Guo Xiaojiu smiled at the Taoist priest and continued with some amusement: "Either you go and get a sword again, or if you have any other means, let me know more!"

"Young man spare his life!" The Taoist priest suddenly threw away the broken sword in his hand, revealing a look of grievance, he bowed and bowed his head a little humbly.

Guo Xiaojiu withdrew the knife, stretched out his hand to support the scabbard behind him, and he stared at the Taoist priest carefully: "Leave that girl behind, and run away with your good disciples!"

Hearing Guo Xiaojiu's words, the Taoist priest secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, it's a young man, if I run away like this today, then I really won't be able to mix in this area in the future." ”

The Taoist priest's eyes were rolling around, his sword was indeed broken by Guo Xiaojiu, but he obviously felt that in the second fight, Guo Xiaojiu's strength was a lot weaker.

Even if he still broke his sword, at first he was a little skeptical that his feelings were wrong, but when he showed weakness, he saw Guo Xiaojiu more nervous than him to support the empty scabbard behind him, as well as the trembling right hand.

Immediately, the Taoist priest had already determined in his heart that this guy was afraid that he was injured, and he had serious internal injuries.

"Why don't you leave?" Guo Xiaojiu frowned, and his left hand knocked on the scabbard again: "Do you want to see if I have any other tricks?"

"Laughed and laughed. The Taoist priest hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face, and he reached out and put it in the cuffs: "I have some treasures here, and I want to pay tribute to you, Shaoxia." ”

"Huh?" Guo Xiaojiu glared at the Taoist priest suspiciously, and found that the Taoist priest was still moving forward, and immediately secretly screamed in his heart: "It's not good." ”

"When I don't dare to kill you?" he quickly took out the knife, this time the knife was extremely fast, since he didn't bluff this guy before, then this time, he could only kill this Taoist priest with all his might.

The Taoist priest quickly withdrew his hand in some panic, he didn't go any further, he held a small mechanism in his hand, and with a light press, a silver subtle luster flashed.

At this time, Guo Xiaojiu was just about to make a move, and when he saw the Taoist priest's action, he wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't capture where the luster went, so he could only roughly guess two steps to the right.

"You are really a vicious stinky Taoist priest!" Guo Xiaojiu glared at the Taoist priest, let out an angry roar, and had already raised his knife to slash at the Taoist priest.

The blade fell quickly, and the knife pointed straight at the head of the Taoist priest.

"Did you really dodge?" the Taoist priest muttered, turned around and started running, he didn't care that he had lost face in front of the two apprentices.

If he really ends up running away from the desert today, leaving this town, he will find a way to get rid of his two apprentices, and then change places and continue to do this, which he used to do.

"Poof!" Guo Xiaojiu's body rushed forward, but he didn't control his strength, and he actually fell to the ground.

Or, it wasn't that Guo Xiaojiu was careless and didn't control his strength, but that he really fell for the trick of the Taoist priest?

Maybe it's really like this, Guo Xiaojiu's entire left half has begun to lose consciousness, and he can't support his body to stand up again.

His eyes were heavy and he was fighting, and he knew that he might have fallen into the trap of this Taoist priest.

Wouldn't it be nice if that flying sword came at this time?

The Taoist priest ran a few steps, heard the movement behind him, and immediately turned his senses, with a wicked smile on his face: "Boy, you have to remember a sentence when walking the rivers and lakes, don't be strong, oh, yes, you don't need to remember it anymore." ”

The Taoist priest slowly walked to Guo Xiaojiu's side, he lowered his body, and reached out to take the knife that Guo Xiaojiu was holding tightly.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Yue exhaled in some surprise, and then woke up the young men in the town who had been stunned for a long time.

"Nonsense, murder!" the Taoist priest smiled evilly and looked in the direction of the crowd.

"Ahh

The Taoist priest had already picked up Guo Xiaojiu's knife, this knife was very heavy, he admired this work of art, it was this knife, it broke his sword, he tried to swing it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, he was already holding the knife in both hands, and his eyes were locked on Guo Xiaojiu, who was still a little conscious when he fell to the ground.

"Is the flying sword really here?" Guo Xiaojiu dimly saw the Changhong flying in the distance, and he was sure that she must be coming!

The Taoist priest only felt a chill in his body, and before the knife he raised was about to fall, he looked down at his chest.

A long sword pierced through his chest, it was the sword of the Daomen, it was a flying sword.

"Miss Ning?" Vaguely, Guo Xiaojiu heard someone shouting these three words, and he completely lost consciousness.

The Taoist priest also lost consciousness, and the Taoist priest may never wake up one day, but Guo Xiaojiu will.

Ning Buer withdrew the flying sword, stretched out his hand to support Guo Xiaojiu's left shoulder, and pulled out, and pulled out a slender silver wire, which was the silver luster emitted by the mechanism in the Taoist priest's hand just now.

"He's fine, someone will come and take him away. Ning Buji threw the silver wire to the ground and withdrew his saber from the scabbard for him.

Maybe thinking of something, Ning Buer reached out and patted it lightly on the scabbard.

This voice is really pleasant! Ning Buji sighed in admiration in her heart, she stood up and looked at the standing Dao boy.

Daotong hurriedly dropped the iron chain and helped Cui'er untie the chain, so that one of his legs was weak and fell to his knees on the ground.

Cui'er didn't cry anymore, she looked at Ning Buer in a daze, because Ning Buer asked her in a very low voice: "Do you want to accompany me back to Qingcheng Mountain and be my apprentice?"