Then let's talk about the confrontation between Yang Dingtian and the Hundred Losses Dao people. In terms of the subtlety of the moves, Yang Dingtian is obviously superior. But the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Hundred Damaged Dao People is too yin and poisonous, and every time Yang Dingtian confronts it, it will consume multiple times the internal force. In this way, it depends on whether Yang Dingtian wins with his moves first, or whether he loses in the end.

"Brother Baiyi Dao, I'm here to help you. "After all, this battle is a major matter related to the life and death of the Kunlun faction, and the Lingbao Dao people can't care about bullying more and less. Yang Dingtian saw that Lingbao Dao people came to attack him, and he was not surprised but rejoiced.

"Smack!" Yang Dingtian slapped the Hundred Loss Daoist again, and the Hundred Loss Daoist suddenly felt that the other party's strength was twice as strong as before, and immediately his heart was surging with blood, and he almost fell to the ground. At this time, the situation of the Lingbao Daoist was even worse, he took the opportunity to imprint a palm on the back of Yang Dingtian, but suddenly felt a cold and piercing internal force enter the meridians. This internal force is extremely domineering, all the way towards the internal organs, and the internal force of the Lingbao Dao people themselves wants to stop it, but it is completely useless.

Yang Dingtian was unforgiving, and one palm after another greeted the Hundred Loss Dao people, and the Hundred Loss Dao people had to take it one by one. Lingbao Daoist has also learned to be obedient now, and no longer has contact with Yang Dingtian's body, but only uses the Liangyi sword technique to contain him. But somehow, every time he shot his sword towards Yangding Tian, most of it stabbed at the Hundred Damage Daoist in the end.

"Brother Lingbao Dao, you step aside, this kid is weird. The Hundred Losses Daoist struggled to repel Yang Dingtian with one palm and spoke. Although Lingbao Daoist was puzzled, he also faintly sensed that he was doing a disservice, so he hurriedly pulled a sword flower and withdrew from the circle. Lingbao Daoist withdrew, and the battle between Yang Dingtian and the Hundred Losses Daoist became confusing again.

Besides, Yang Fan was trapped in the Kunlun faction's eight array diagrams, and he didn't have a clue. These eight formations can be regarded as an advance of the four-elephant formation, which is composed of four positive and four odd. The so-called four positives, namely: heaven, earth, wind, and clouds. As for the Four Odds, they are composed of dragons, tigers, birds, and snakes, that is, the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the beetle snake. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the traitorous male Cao Cao once wrote "Turtle Although Shou", which has a sentence "The beetle snake rides the fog and ends up in ashes." ”

A smile reappeared on Dugu's ruthless face, which was a kind of pride in controlling the overall situation. If it weren't for the arrival of a person, his smile might really last until the end of the Ming Sect. It's a pity that a raunchy, ragged Taoist is heading towards Guanshan. This person is Zhang Sanfeng, who discussed Taoism with Yang Fan in Chongyang Palace last year.

"Hundred damage thief, it turns out that you are hiding in the Kunlun faction, which really makes the poor road easy to find. Zhang Sanfeng was still a few miles away from Guanshan, and he had already sensed the existence of the Hundred Damage Dao people, and couldn't help but speak. The battle between the Hundred Damaged Daoists and Yang Dingtian was at a critical time, and when he heard this, the souls of the dead were all rising, the moves in his hands were deformed, and he was hit in the chest by Yang Dingtian without paying attention, and he immediately suffered internal injuries. The people of the Hundred Losses Dao didn't dare to fight again, they glanced at Yang Dingtian hatefully, and ran away. Yang Dingtian was puzzled in his heart, afraid that the other party would be cheating, and he didn't dare to chase deeply, so he went straight to Lingbao Daoren.

Where did the Lingbao Dao people dare to go against Yang Dingtian, seeing the hundred damage Dao people fleeing, they didn't care about the majesty of the master, so they flew on the white horse and left. This change was something that Yang Dingtian never expected, so he had to turn around and find Yue Taixu, the head of the Huashan faction. This Yue Taixu is a hard bone compared to the Lingbao Dao people, even in the face of Yang Dingtian, he is not afraid. It's just that this person has practiced Zixia Gong for decades, and although his internal cultivation is not bad, his swordsmanship is too commonplace, and it is not as good as Dugu Wushuang, let alone competing with Yang Dingtian. With only three swords, Yang Dingtian's sword was on Yue Taixu's neck.

"Master!" the remaining disciples of the Kunlun Sect cheered in unison, as the Lingbao Daoist who had just left had returned.

"Hey, no. That's not the head, it's the one who leads the horse below. As the white horse approached, the disciple with better eyesight immediately noticed that something was wrong, and the person sitting right away was a sloppy and sloppy Gao Dao person, not a Lingbao Dao person. The real Lingbao Daoist is leading the horse in front of him like a mournful woman, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Where's the thief, hand it over to me. Otherwise, I will dismantle your Kunlun faction. Zhang Sanfeng was condescending and said to Lingbao Daoist.

"Tear down my Kunlun faction? He Zudao tightened the gauze that bandaged the wound, and glanced at Senior Brother Lingbao Daoist with disdain.

Zhang Sanfeng fixed his eyes and recognized that the person in front of him was the Kunlun Three Sages He Zudao who showed off his might in Shaolin Temple more than 20 years ago. Zhang Sanfeng's eyes moistened, and after more than 20 years of cultivation, the Dao heart, which had already been like water, was restless again. If it weren't for He Zudao giving Shaolin a war letter back then, Zhang Sanfeng would not have performed Arhat boxing in public, and Master Jueyuan would not have died for rescuing his beloved disciples.

"Bang!" He Zudao only felt a figure flashing, and he had been knocked to the ground. He felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and when he spit it out, it turned out to be two knocked out front teeth. He Zudao opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"He Zudao, more than 20 years ago, you fought alone in Shaolin and threatened to defeat me within ten moves. Now that you have been wounded, I will not take advantage of others. After you recover from your injury, Poor Dao will personally visit you to see if the famous Kunlun Three Sages on the rivers and lakes can take over the five tricks of Poor Dao. Although Zhang Sanfeng was angry, he also knew that Master Jueyuan's death could not be blamed entirely on He Zudao, and there was no reason to take his life.

Under Zhang Sanfeng's questioning, Lingbao Daoist couldn't say anything for a long time, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he wanted to push everything on Dugu Ruthless's head. But his eyes swept around the Kunlun faction twice, where was there still a lonely and ruthless figure? Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect that the Baiyi Daoist was so cowardly, and he scared him away with a word. Boredom, he found Yang Fan, who was besieged by the Eight Array Diagram.

That's a big deal. Zhang Sanfeng recently cultivated in Wudang Mountain, and he realized something and figured out a formation called "Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation". This formation is incomparable, only seven people are used at the same time, and it can withstand the simultaneous attack of sixty-four world-class masters. It's just that there are still many subtleties in this formation, which are still difficult to understand. Really sleepy to send a pillow, Zhang Sanfeng only glanced at the eight formations a few times, and felt that many of his difficulties in the Zhenwu Seven Formation suddenly cleared up. Zhang Sanfeng, who was endlessly happy, jumped and jumped, and stepped into the eight formations in a few steps.

In terms of strength, Yang Fan is not slightly worse than Zhang Sanfeng, but compared to the formation cultivation, Yang Fan is difficult to beat. Zhang Sanfeng looked at the Middle East and the West in the Eight Arrays, and he was more relaxed than the old woman who bought vegetables in the vegetable market.