(Demolished, homeless in the middle ......)

The persimmon picked up the soft pinch, and the thieves who pounced on Chen Sanlang knew this well. Chen Sanlang's appearance as a white-faced scholar is too deceptive, which is really exciting. It's just that soon, when they saw the two partners who rushed to the front fall without warning, the screaming thieves suddenly discovered: Scholars can do martial arts, and it is also very terrifying!

Chen Sanlang's sword shape at the moment is three feet long, and it looks almost the same as an ordinary sword, and the idlers can't see the mystery." But even an ordinary long sword became very sharp in his hands.

Martial arts or magic, which is more powerful, this proposition has been debated for thousands of years. In fact, there are misunderstandings in it, because the two have quite different cultivation pursuits. Cultivators call themselves "monks", far away from the red dust, and seek the path of eternal life, but martial arts are popular in the world, occupying the mainstream, and are the main means of expression of killing.

It is not easy to cultivate the Tao, so why not cultivate martial arts?

Cultivation is hard, roots, understanding, perseverance, etc. are indispensable, otherwise even if you are immersed in it for decades, you will not be allowed to enter the door, at most you will only learn some branches and furs, in the eyes of laymen, it is like playing tricks. If such a cultivator fights against others, he is afraid that he will be knocked down by a rude man and a brick.

For example, at the level of the Tao of Freedom and Wealth, it is also at the middle and lower reaches of the cultivation realm, and you can walk in the mortal world, and you can use your magical powers slightly, and you can immediately gather a large number of believers, worship them as land immortals, and enjoy incense.

However, there are very few true cultivators, and there are more and more people who oppose martial arts. Martial arts. It does not only exist in the so-called Jianghu martial arts, in fact, the group with the most martial artists. Precisely the military. Perhaps the definition of "wu" here is different. But who stipulates that martial arts must be flying eaves and walking on walls? There must be complicated moves? The "martial arts" of the military are straightforward, open and close widely, and the style is simple and ruthless, and it is more practical.

Therefore, no matter the change of dynasties, regardless of which family rises and which one declines, the imperial court that controls a large number of elite soldiers and generals is the ruler of this land.

This. Even the Dragon Monarch, known as the "Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons", can't deny it.

The balance is delicate, so there are Qingcheng and Longhu Mountain, which are the gates of Qingcheng and Longhu Mountain, who have calculated the heavenly opportunities and sent powerful disciples down the mountain to find the hidden dragon and carry out the actions of the Dragon Court.

What he did was to make a meritorious contribution and thus get the shadow of the new court.

Cultivation is difficult, and so is martial arts. The difference is that it is relatively easy to get started with martial arts, and there are no acquired masters. But as long as you have a lot of strength and can punch and kick, you can often hit a few of them one by one, showing your strength.

Chen Saburo at the moment. A sword that slashes evil is fast and light, and the blade is sharp, and it has great style. Anyway, among the vulgar bandits. It's so sharp.

Fight swordsmanship!

The biggest gain after the unsealing of the "Haoran Silk Book" is the swordsmanship recorded on the new page of the book. Among them, Xu Nianniang's knife intent was absorbed. Blending with each other, it has become the current routine.

Word. Succinct.

If there are soldiers who see it here, they will feel that Chen Sanlang's swordsmanship is seven or eight points similar to the number of ways in which the army kills. It's just that in order to seek lethal power in the army, weapons are more often heavier knives and longer guns, and less swords.

The general's sword is more of a decoration, in order to show the majesty and bearing of the status.

The gentleman's sword, developed so far, is even more unbearable, and the effect is almost the same as wearing a jade pendant, where is there still the sharpness of the beginning?

Xia Yu Dynasty pen and ink flourished, the literary style was rampant, and more white-faced scholars were produced without the power of chickens, and in the era of stable rule, a scholar could withstand countless swords and guns;

Such notions seem to have taken rooted.

Therefore, if the Iron Crown Daoist wanted to intervene in this matter, his subordinates first set the target on Chen Sanlang. Before, of course, they watched Chen Sanlang beat the Qingcheng Taoist priest with his hands on the bench. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Taoist priest seemed to be imprisoned and couldn't move.

The gold content of Chen Sanlang's beating of his opponent was naturally ignored.

As for the free and rich road, it is a Laoshan Taoist priest, proficient in magic, and surrounded by hideous-looking shrimp soldiers, how dare these thieves step forward?

Needless to say, choose one of the two. It's a pity that reality is often crueler than ideas, Chen Sanlang is holding a sharp sword, one sword at a time, like killing a god.

"Bitter!"

The thieves who fell behind were cold in their hands and feet, and their hearts were in awe, and they did not dare to rush forward again, but they just formed a circle, screaming and making a false noise.

The Iron Crown Daoist over there saw that Xiaoyao Fudao's eyes were hot, and with a bright sword, he ran towards him, planning to join forces with Zhengguang and take it down first.

This Iron Crown Daoist entered Laoshan and conquered hundreds of bandits, naturally he also had some means, and at this moment he showed a swarthy sword.

The swordsman, usually two fingers wide, appears light, if the width is three fingers, it can almost be called a "big sword". The Iron Crown Daoist actually has three and a half fingers, which is wider than some blades. Large and long, about four feet, held in the hand, awe-inspiring stab.

Before the sword arrived, Xiaoyao Fudao was vigilant, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a shrimp soldier pounced horizontally, holding a steel fork to block for his master.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the Iron Crown Daoist sword was cold, cutting off the shrimp soldier's weapon directly and poking it directly into its chest.

The shrimp soldiers were trained into Taoist soldiers, and their individual will was extinguished, and at the same time, their nerves were also transformed, and they didn't know what the pain was. Not afraid of death, but it does not mean that he will not die, this shrimp soldier was stabbed by a sword, and his whole body suddenly trembled, and then he fell to the ground softly.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao was taken aback, and immediately understood that the big sword held by the other party was definitely not an ordinary weapon, but a magic weapon. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cut off the shrimp soldier's whole body with a single sword, and it would be fatal with one blow.

"Damn!"

The Taoist soldiers are endless, and it is more difficult to raise them to a certain temperature, but this batch of shrimp soldiers is left after several batches of elimination, and the number is not much, and every time one is lost, it is distressing.

There were words in his mouth, and with a bang, a five-thunder talisman shot out, and the lightning on the talisman was swirling, making a subtle crackling sound.

The Iron Crown Daoist did not dare to underestimate it, and concentrated on it, and stabbed a sword on the talisman.

Bang!

The red light erupted, and the Tieguan Daoist felt a tingling in his palms, but fortunately, that's all, and his heart was determined, and he felt that this Laoshan Taoist priest was nothing more than that.

Unexpectedly, when the Zhengguang Dao Leader saw someone coming to help, the pressure was greatly reduced, and he didn't want to join forces with Tieguan immediately, but was worried about the situation of his junior brother, so he turned around and ran to Zhengde's side. Seeing this junior brother motionless like a wooden stake, bleeding all over his face, he couldn't help but feel sad and angry.

"Kill!"

The dust was raised and attacked Chen Sanlang.

As soon as he moved, a bald Daoist soldier also rushed out of the encirclement of the shrimp soldiers and came to attack together.

In this way, the Tieguan Daoist was left to face the free and rich road, he was stunned, and scolded in his heart: "Grandma's, do you understand strategic ......?"

Whew!

The light and shadow fluttered in front of him, and at least seven or eight talismans were smashed, which was completely the rhythm of not wanting money.

Speaking of which, Xiaoyao Fudao's hatred for this big boss is no less than that of Qingcheng Taoist, isn't it, a Laoshan Mountain is a good end, and he was actually occupied by thieves as the king, doing evil, and his reputation is stinking. It's like looking at your own home and being ruined.

Along with the talisman, there were several shrimp soldiers.

In such a battle, the Tieguan Dao people were cowardly before fighting, and they had thirty-six plans, and they were the best plan.

Boom!

A thunder talisman couldn't be dodged, and it exploded in the back of his head, causing his ears to buzz, and even the iconic iron crown was blown off, and his cape was scattered.

The power of this talisman is at least several times stronger than the previous one.

"Grandma's, this Laoshan Taoist priest is so cunning......

The Iron Crown Daoist scolded secretly, and his "allies" didn't understand strategy at all and wouldn't cooperate, it seemed that this fight couldn't be done, so it would be better to retreat as soon as possible.

"The big boss has run away!"

Some of the sharp-eyed thieves shouted loudly, so everyone scattered as birds and beasts, some followed the Tieguandao people back to the mountain, and some simply fled in all directions while it was dark, not daring to go back. But a moment of effort, walk clean. (To be continued......)