"What a gut!"

Panicked and panicked, in an instant, there were bursts of shouts, and those warriors who attacked Chongyang Palace finally reacted.

"Hmph, if you dare to go to Chongyang Palace to make trouble, it's not a pity to die. ”

Taiyuan these days, wandering the world, comprehended a death sword intent, along the way, I don't know how many Mongolian knights died under his sword, killing intent is strong, I wanted to return to Chongyang Palace to recuperate a little, and restrain the killing intent in my heart, but as soon as I returned to Zhongnan Mountain, this kind of thing happened.

Under the blazing fire, Taiyuan couldn't control much, so he opened the killing ring.

Hearing someone shouting in panic, he looked indifferent, snorted coldly, his body flashed, like an invisible shadow, the sword in his hand flickered frequently, and the gray sword qi crisscrossed and crisscrossed, the void rippled, and where the sword qi passed, it immediately set off a bloody rain.

As soon as the death sword came out, life withered, with Taiyuan's martial arts cultivation at this time, Tongtian swordsmanship, once he shot at this moment, it brought shocking killing, no matter who he was, it was difficult to resist the power of his sword.

Not long after, in front of the entire Chongyang Palace, there was a river of blood, and the residual value of the broken arm flew everywhere.

I have to say that Tai Yuan's ruthlessness is really rare, although it has only been a moment since he made a move, but the people who died under his sword were more than the people who died in the melee just now.

Not only the Zuo Daoists who attacked Chongyang Palace were shocked, but also the many disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were also pale at this time, with a look of panic in their eyes.

These Quanzhen people, in the past, were in the Chongyang Palace to practice martial arts, with the same door, if you have experienced a real life and death struggle, then there are really few, at this time to see Taiyuan such a tragic scene of killing, how can not be frightened.

Shocked, he screamed in shock, and a group of people began to run in all directions, fleeing towards the bottom of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Run!"

"This Taoist priest is too ruthless, he killed dozens of people in the blink of an eye, the devil!"

While fleeing, there were terrified roars from time to time on the mountain road.

Tonight's events, for these left-handed people, started to go quite smoothly, but in the blink of an eye, they fell into the abyss, with heavy casualties and blood, all of which changed too quickly and tragically.

Taiyuan watched coldly, did not chase and kill, turned his pace, and walked towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

At this time, in the main hall of Chongyang Palace, fierce fighting was raging.

A richly dressed young man with a group of Tibetan monks, followed by a burly man with a hideous face, was killing with the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

Ten years later, the seven sons of Quanzhen are already not young, although their skills are becoming more and more refined and vigorous, but they still have not broken through the congenital, and their energy is insufficient.

These people are the Mongolian prince Huodu and his senior brother Darba, this attack on Chongyang Palace, it was the two of them who planned behind their backs, gathered a group of ghosts and ghosts, and killed Zhongnan Mountain together, with a large group of left-handed people to contain many three or four generations of disciples of the Quanzhen faction, but they directly killed in the Chongyang Hall and attacked the seven sons of Quanzhen.

I saw that Huo Du's face was gloomy, holding a stainless steel folding fan, his body was fluttering, the folding fan or point or sweep, the tricks were wonderful, mixed with the judge's pen, swordsmanship, stick, stick and many other blade kung fu paths, one move and one style, the strength was fierce, and he went towards the key point of the seven sons of Quanzhen.

They came suddenly, and the space in the Chongyang Hall was a little insufficient, so it was difficult for the seven sons of Quanzhen to form the Tiangang Beidou Array, and it was difficult for the strength of the seven people to gather, and in the face of the siege of this group of masters at this time, the situation was really a little bad.

The most ferocious is still Nadarba, the arm thickness of the vajra in his hand danced, the golden light was swirling, the strange wind was low, and there was a faint burning smell in the air, as if there was a spark splash, and the strength contained in it could be imagined.

The seven sons of Quanzhen each held a long sword, and the sword light was full of power, constantly resisting the attacks of this group of people, although there was no danger for a while, it was difficult to break the situation, and with the passage of time, their skills were consumed hugely, and they gradually became a little powerless.

"Haha, you old Taoist priests, stubborn, today is the time to destroy the True Sect!"

Huo Du used the wind and thunder skills, the shot was like lightning, the sound was like thunder, and the tricks were vicious, and he faintly pressed the Qiu Chuji to the downwind.

Qiu Chuji is the highest martial arts person among the seven sons of Quanzhen, after ten years of cultivation, he has made great progress, although he has not broken through the congenital, but it can be regarded as the peak of the realm of the day after tomorrow, at this time, Huo Du is on par with him, and he has the upper hand, this person's martial arts attainments are high, which can be seen.

"Huo Du, just because you also want to destroy my Quanzhen, it's really wishful thinking!"

Qiu Chuji was furious, the long sword in his hand danced, Sen Sen's sword aura was permeated, and three swords stabbed out in a row, dotted with stars, cold and clear, all of them were towards Huo Du's chest.

One sword turns into three clears!

Under the anger, Qiu Chuji urged his skills violently, and used the swordsmanship of the Quanzhen School, one sword turned into three clears, and one sword was like three swords, and the speed was shocking.

Huo Du snorted coldly, his body shook, and there were pieces of afterimages flickering, the folding fan in his hand moved again and again, and there were a few crisp sounds, but Qiu Chuji's sword that broke out was blocked by him.

But it is Huo Du's wind and thunder skills, which is the martial arts of pursuing speed, although Qiu Chuji's sword transformation is sharp and fast, but it is not to the extent that he can't react, and it is naturally not so easy to really hurt him.

"Damn, what is the origin of this Huo Du, he has such martial arts. ”

Qiu Chuji's face changed, and he was a little shocked in his heart, Huo Du, even with the ears and eyes of the Quanzhen Sect over the years, had never heard of such a master on the rivers and lakes, and suddenly appeared on Zhongnan Mountain at this time, which really caught them off guard.

"Haha, Qiu Chuji, is this your Quanzhen swordsmanship, it doesn't seem to be very good, how can it be the opponent of this king, today your Quanzhen Sect seems to be in a catastrophe!"

Huo Du laughed wildly, and with a wave of his arm, a group of Tibetan monks beside him shouted at the same time, and began to attack with all their might.

There was a loud bang, and Darba on the other side smashed down, Sun Buji snorted, and the long sword in his hand was directly blown away by the huge force, and the fierce vajra fell unabated, and smashed directly on her shoulder, Gaba made a few crisp sounds, and the shoulder blade was broken.

This is still Sun Fuji's Xuangong refinement, and at the last moment, the inner family's true power protects the body, and only then does he unload a lot of the power on the vajra, otherwise it would not be as easy as breaking a few bones just this time.

But even so, Sun Buer was also hit hard, and immediately lost his combat effectiveness, he paused on the ground, moaning softly, although she was deeply educated, but her shoulder blades were broken, and the pain was not trivial, and Darbana's vajra contained a fierce and fierce energy, constantly eroding her meridians, which was also a heavy injury, and she couldn't do it at all in a short period of time, and she couldn't suppress this destructive force when she started, and the damage to herself was even greater.

Sun Buer was injured, only the six sons of Quanzhen were left, Qiu Chuji was restrained by Huo Du, and the battle was in a group, and he couldn't distinguish his spirit, Ma Yu Wang and others were also surrounded by more than a dozen Tibetan monks and beat them randomly, and Darba held a vajra pestle and smashed it a few times from time to time, and it was difficult to break the situation for a while.

All this is naturally Huo Du's calculation, he has long known the prestige of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, and he has a better understanding of the Tiangang Beidou Array of the Quanzhen Sect, so he was not ready to let the Quanzhen Seven Sons lay out the formation at the beginning, but chose to attack suddenly, directly blocking the Quanzhen Seven Sons in the Chongyang Palace, and he wanted to take down one person in the shortest possible time.

Sure enough, his calculation was successful, Sun Buer was seriously injured, and the rest of the people wanted to arrange the formation, but it was not satisfactory enough, and they couldn't really concentrate and condense their strength, and the threat to Huo Du's group of people immediately dropped a lot.

"Haha, senior brother, well done!" Huo Du laughed wildly and looked at the Quanzhen people coldly, "Ma Yu Zhangjiao, how about it, your Quanzhen Sect is now in chaos, and the destruction is just around the corner, if you don't tie your hands and capture it, surrender to my Mongolian Great Khan?"

"Hmph, Mongolia is raging in the Central Plains, my Quanzhen Sect can't expel the Tartars, I'm already ashamed of my ancestors, how can I still take refuge in Mongolia, Huodu, you still don't have to bother more, there is a big war today, let's divide life and death." ”

Ma Yu's tone was flat, but he was very resolute, showing a profound spiritual cultivation, and he had never messed up until now, and he was still calm and composed.

"Okay, okay, since you don't know how to lift, then don't blame Xiao Wang for being ruthless, everyone, kill!"

Huo Du's face was gloomy, and he ordered with a sneer.

After a while, the battle in the Chongyang Hall became more and more intense, whether it was the Quanzhen Seven Sons or Huo Du and the others, they had already done their best, and their strength was roaring, and the entire hall was full of chaotic air currents, surging.

However, on the whole, Huo Du's side has already taken the advantage, after Sun Bu'er was injured, not only did their strength be greatly reduced, but Huo Du and others were ruthless, and they constantly attacked the seriously injured Sun Buer, which very restrained the spirit of Ma Yu and others, after dozens of moves, Hao Datong and Liu Chuxuan were injured under Darba's vajra, although they did not completely lose their combat effectiveness, but they were also in danger.

Qiu Chuji was anxious to see from the side, but there was no way, Huo Du was extremely cunning, although there was a gap between him and him in terms of his own skills, but he was young and strong, his tricks were ruthless, and his body was erratic, mainly to contain him, and he had never touched it hard, which made Qiu Chuji angry and helpless.

"Damn, if one of Taiyuan and Uncle Zhou was here, my Quanzhen Sect would not suffer such a catastrophe today. ”

Qiu Chuji was secretly angry in his heart, but he couldn't.

Just when the seven sons of Quanzhen were in danger, Taiyuan finally arrived.

As soon as he slapped his palm, the door of the main hall of Chongyang Palace shattered, and he stepped into it in one step, just in time to see Huo Du and others besieging the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

This suddenly, after a loud bang, there was already one more person in the hall, and Qiu Chuji's eyes swept away, and his heart was overjoyed.

"Haha, Taiyuan, you're finally back, God bless me!"

Ma Yu and the others were also pleasantly surprised, they all knew that as long as Taiyuan appeared, today's catastrophe would be over.

"Master, you wait a while, and then wait until Poor Dao has taken care of these people. ”

Taiyuan's tone was indifferent, his eyes were like swords, and they fell on Huo Du and the others one by one.

"Who are you?"

Huo Du's heart trembled, and from the expression of the Seventh Son of Quanzhen, he could see that the situation seemed to be changing, and hurriedly shouted.

"Huo Du, Darba, it's really you, very good, very good, you dare to kill Chongyang Palace, you all stay here today." ”

Taiyuan glanced at these people lightly, among which Huo Du and Darba were the most conspicuous, and he only looked at them for a moment, and then guessed their identities.

Before the words fell, Taiyuan flashed his footsteps, and he had already appeared in the field, and with a wave of the long sword, a gray sword qi shot out, unpredictable, fast as a ghost, and swept around in the group of Tibetan monks, with a muffled sound, blood splashed, heads flying wildly, and stumps and broken arms fell to the ground.

More than a dozen Tibetan monks who were not weak in kung fu were wiped out in an instant under his death sword, and they didn't even have the strength to resist.

Such a terrible killing method immediately made Huo Du and Darba tremble.

"Not good!"

Huo Du's heart was beating, and a heavy cold sweat welled up behind his back, knowing that he had met an unprecedented master today, and he was not an opponent of the same level at all, in his heart, it was his master Golden Wheel Dharma King, and he was afraid that he would not have such a powerful kung fu.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a terrible result came to mind.

"You, you are the Sword God Taiyuan!"

Huo Du screamed suddenly, his face was full of incredulity, and more of it was frightened and frightened.

Sword God Taiyuan, this name, in the rivers and lakes has belonged to the legend, since more than 10 years ago after the Huashan sword, Taiyuan disappeared in the rivers and lakes, to this day, there are all kinds of rumors, some say that Taiyuan has been sealed and hidden, some say that he practiced the fire, in short, there are all kinds of rumors outflow, but one thing is certain, that is, Taiyuan has not appeared in Zhongnan Mountain for ten years.

It was also because of this that Huo Du had the courage to attack the Quanzhen Sect, but he didn't expect that such a legendary figure who had disappeared for a long time would suddenly appear tonight.

"Poor Dao is Taiyuan, you are the Mongolian prince Huodu? ”

Taiyuan slowly retracted his sword, and the blue light on the sword flowed, without the slightest trace of blood.

But everyone knows that the sword in his hand is a terrible beast of the best in the world, and the masters of more than a dozen Tibetan monks have confirmed this with their lives.

Although Darba was reckless and straightforward, he had also heard of the name of the sword god Taiyuan, and knew that the situation was not good, so he paddled his steps, stood beside Huo Du, holding the vajra in his hand, and looked at Taiyuan with fierce eyes, extremely vigilant.

"Sword God Taiyuan, this king is a Mongolian prince, you dare to kill me? You are not afraid of attracting disasters for the Quanzhen Sect? Once this king dies here, my Mongolian army will definitely turn your Chongyang Palace into scorched earth in the near future, and all the Quanzhen disciples will be killed!"

Huo Du was frightened in his heart, but he forcibly calmed down, he knew that at this moment, it was the most dangerous moment in his life, and if it was not good, he was afraid that his life would be confessed here, so he endured the panic in his heart and said coldly.

"Oh, Huo Du, are you threatening the poor Dao?"

Taiyuan had a bright light in his eyes, wisps of murderous intent surging in and out, Huo Du's face turned pale, and he only felt that the air around him had become heavy and viscous, and his heart seemed to crush a mountain, almost crushing his backbone, and he knelt on the ground.

It was only at this time that he really felt the power of Taiyuan, the legendary sword god.

Just the momentum will make him fall to his knees, what a terrible situation.

"What this king said is the truth, my Mongolian army is mighty all over the world, do you think that just one Zhongnan Mountain can resist the edge of my army?"

Huo Du was very firm word by word.

"What about the Mongol army, if you want to destroy my Quanzhen Dao system, it depends on their ability, but unfortunately, you can't see all this. ”

The abyss of Taiyuan's heart is like a sea, and he is already about to reach the realm of the Heavenly and Great Grandmaster, how can Huo Du be shaken by just a few threats, his tone is indifferent, without the slightest emotion, and he walks towards Huo Du step by step, his momentum is becoming more and more solemn and vast, almost making Huo Du's heart collapse.

Hmph, a misty sword light stabbed in, and the air rippled, facing Huo Du's eyebrows.

Taiyuan has already done it.

Huo Du's face changed drastically, and the endless madness in despair surged into his heart, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, finally broke free from the suppression of Taiyuan's momentum, stretched out one hand, and pulled Dar Bara in front of him.

At the same time, there was wind under his feet, and with a vertical leap, he fled towards the outside of the Chongyang Palace.

All of this was as fast as lightning, and Huo Du's reaction was not untimely, from pulling Darbara over as a substitute for the dead ghost to escaping quickly, it was all done in an instant.

Darba only felt a strong pull, staggered a few steps under his feet, his eyes changed in shock, poof, the sword was like thunder, it had already sunk into his eyebrows, and the dead sword qi instantly shattered his skull.

The massive, heavy body fell to the ground with a bang.

Taiyuan shook his head slightly, although Huo Du's reaction was fast, but what kind of realm of cultivation he was, how could he not grasp it, even if he took back the sword that was stabbed, it was easy, but Na Darba was also his target, and he didn't bother to change at all, so he killed this person directly with a sword.

As for Huo Du, if he wants to escape in front of Taiyuan, where is it so easy.

"Want to run?

With a faint voice, Taiyuan's figure faded, and the real body had already chased out.

Huo Du's heart was beating like a drum, the blood was surging all over his body, and his light skills were urging to the extreme, and the sound of whirring wind flew in his ears, at this moment, it was already the fastest speed in his life.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, it's faster, according to legend, the sword god Taiyuan is not only like a god in swordsmanship, but also has a masterful body technique, this king wants to escape his life under his hands, this speed is not good!"

Countless thoughts rolled in Huo Du's heart, he roared violently, his whole body was shocked, his face was extremely hideous, his stool was red, his dantian was shocked, and the power in his body improved a lot in an instant.

The speed was like flying, Huo Du was desperate and crazy, and he used the forbidden technique regardless of the consequences, burning his own spirit, he was really desperate.

"What a ruthless Mongolian prince, it's a pity that in front of the poor road, even if you are desperate, there is only one way to die, and the blame is only for your incompetence, and you dare to kill on Zhongnan Mountain. ”

A sigh sounded in Huo Du's ears like thunder, and when he turned his head, he saw Taiyuan fluttering under his feet, like relying on the wind to resist the wind, and a little dust appeared beside him.

The blue light was like a mist, faint at a glance, and with a plop, Huo Du's running body fell abruptly on the mountain road, and in the dim night, the eyebrows were a little red and very dazzling.

Huodu, die!