The monk's vision was amazing, and he saw that the young man's swordsmanship was wonderful, and the two thugs were more auspicious and less lucky, so they blocked each other with words.

It's a pity that he was a step too late, and the electric rainbow had already cut under Master Yu's knife, shot straight into the Qikan acupoint on his chest, and the tip came out through his body. Then the cold light flashed again, and a meridian nail flew through the air, piercing into Master Li's throat at a dazzling speed. Then the figures staggered in the flying sword shadows, the wind stopped the thunder, and life and death were judged as soon as they came into contact.

"Bang bang!" Behind the young man, the two masters staggered and fell, their hands still holding their blades, and they struggled slightly on the ground, and their muscles immediately relaxed.

Yu Wuye's face changed greatly, and more than ten thugs were even more frightened, and the crowd was in a commotion.

Monk Zhikong's expression was cold, and he slowly came out, and said in a deep voice: "The female donor's swordsmanship and secret weapons are all excellent, which is enough to rank among the first-class masters of martial arts. Why do you want to do this to two small characters?

The green-robed guest smiled faintly and said, "She is the first genius among the female disciples of Jiang's sect. Her swordsmanship came from Tiannan Peerless Sword Luo Qi, and the secret weapon Meridian Nail was taught by the Thousand-Handed Yama. At the age of twelve, he was able to fight and kill the Four Heavenly Kings of Gannan and the Four Fierce Beasts of Huangshan, and he has not met an opponent since his debut. ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "It turned out to be under the big and small Luo Tianmen, no wonder there is no martial arts morality when he is ruthless, and the poor monk is considered to have learned today." Who is Your Excellency? It seems that his status in the big and small Luo Tian is not low. Could it be that he is the owner of Luo Tianzhuang, Jiang Tao, a madman in the turbid world?"

The green-robed guest was also stunned, and then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "The master's eyesight is extraordinary, and it seems that he is also in the martial arts lineage." Yu Xiaoqiu, you can ask this master for a few tricks. ”

The female disciple who had just killed the two thugs stood solemnly, the tip of the long sword pointed upward, the sword trick had been drawn, and her expression was solemn, and she seemed to be ready to launch a deadly surprise attack on the monk who was more than a foot away from each other at any time.

Monk Zhikong stepped forward, and his big sleeves shook out and said, "The poor monk will learn the tricks of this female benefactor." ”

Yu Xiaoqiu had already been on guard, the sword letter was flicked out, the sword qi came into contact with the sleeve wind, the wind roared and thundered, the strength exploded, the sharp sword qi and the strong sleeve wind seemed to be evenly matched, and in the flying branches and leaves, the two of them each took two steps back.

"Hey, the poor monk is gone, and you still have seventy percent of the Xuanmen Peerless Divine Gang. Zhikong shouted in surprise.

Yu Xiaoqiu screamed and rushed in with a sword. The lightning of "Shooting Star Yihong" came up and down, the offensive was unprecedentedly fierce, and the latent strength on the sword was unstoppable.

Zhikong snorted coldly, his left sleeve was flicked out, and the sword swung towards him like lightning, wanting to grab the sword with his sleeve.

Yu Xiaoqiu knew the stakes of the monk, and knew in his heart, the sleeve wind just now showed that the monk did not use all his strength, otherwise how could he dare to use his sleeve arrogantly to grab the sword?

The sword protrusion withdrew like lightning before it touched his sleeve, and Yu Xiaoqiu's left hand was as many as three fingers connected to the void at the moment of withdrawal.

Zhikong's right sleeve was waved out in time, and three strange sharp whistles sounded with strength breaking through the air, and three small holes the size of three fingers appeared at the front end of the monk's sleeve pile.

The monk was taken aback again, and changed color and shouted: "Tianxuan Finger! The secret of Wushan Yucang Mountain House! Master Jiang Zhuang, how many worldly peerless scholars have you Luo Tian plundered?"

The turbidity maniac sneered: "The master has really seen people, and even the Tianxuan Finger who has not appeared in the rivers and lakes for twenty years can recognize it, and he must have been a generation of masters before becoming a monk." Yu Xiaoqiu, you have to work harder. ”

"Take me another sword!" Yu Xiaoqiu drank and attacked with a sword for the second time.

Monk Zhikong was ranked among the three major demon venerables in the past year, and it was not in vain. His real cultivation is actually much deeper than Yu Xiaoqiu's, but with his bare hands. It's a bit overwhelming. Not only must you seal the long sword that comes quickly, but you also have to guard against the close assault that Tianxuan pointed out to him, although a pair of big sleeves is easy to seal the long sword, but it is not easy to prevent the all-pervasive attack of Tianxuan's fingers. Therefore, in the first ten faces, he could only take a defensive position, and with a fast Qiao style, he nailed Yu Xiaoqiu's right flank and roamed, trying to avoid contact with Yu Xiaoqiu's left half of his body. A pair of big sleeves flew up and down, shaking the sleeves and rolling up and defending, and the feminine and strong sleeve wind forced the sword qi to disperse from time to time. The sleeves did not appear to be made of cloth, but were made of copper that was elastic and tough enough to hold out any sharp and heavy sword.

A deep cry came from the fast-moving figure, the sword was finally entangled in the sleeve, and the monk's left sleeve was like a Taishan egg, slapping head-on from Yu Xiaoqiu's upper right.

Yu Xiaoqiu was in danger, his body was spinning to the right, and the real power of the sword in his right hand burst out, and he was able to forcibly twist his body, frustrate and shift his left hand to the monk's right ribs, and with a coquettish sound, the sword pulled out of the big sleeve.

The monk turned eight feet to the left, his face was cold, his sleeves slowly pushed in, and he said word by word: "It's a pity, seventy percent of the immeasurable gods of fire, that's it." Your Tianxuan finger skills are not pure enough, and you can't hurt the poor monks, this will be the place where you bury your bones. ”

"Master's words are premature, when Jiang and the rest of the disciples are dead?" said the turbidity maniac. With a wave of his hand, the remaining seven disciples stepped one after another, forming a semi-arc to outflank Monk Zhikong.

The monk's face changed drastically, and he shouted sharply: "Master Jiangzhuang, do you plan to make your disciples besiege the poor monk?"

"The master thinks too highly of himself, and Jiang thinks that only four disciples are enough to make the master die here. ”

As soon as the words fell, three disciples rushed out like lightning. The three men had three kinds of weapons, a sword, a sword, and a nine-section whip. Launch a surprise attack with overwhelming momentum.

The monk let out an angry roar and pulled out a gray-blue judge's pen of one foot and eight inches from the wide monk's robe. The sharp tip of the pen reflects the sun's rays of light, creating a dazzling glow that flickers with the movement of the hand. The tip of the pen spit out ten thousand rays of brilliance, and the strange latent energy was like an angry wave, facing the three people who rushed towards them.

The sound of the contact of the blades of the "pop pop ......" was like a cannon explosion, and the terrifying penetrating latent strength was directly outside, the ground was rocky and sandy, and the four figures quickly entangled for a moment, and suddenly in a bang, they were divided on three sides. In the space, the strange sound of air currents is still in my ears.

The three big and small Luo Tian disciples floated diagonally, landed on the ground and took two more steps back, their faces turned red and blue, and then they took a breath and pressed forward again, but their steps were slow and slightly vain.

Monk Zhikong took three steps back in place, his body fell low, his face was slightly pale, the judge's pen in his right hand trembled slightly, and he slowly stood up straight and said: "If your Qi cultivation is two points deeper, you can resist the Liangyi True Qi of the poor monk." Master Jiang Zhuang, the poor monk admits that the achievements of those young disciples trained by Your Excellency in the Great and Small Luo Tian are truly amazing. With this kind of strictly trained young man who dares to die to rule the rivers and lakes, it can be said that he is invincible, and the people in the rivers and lakes who are like scattered sand will never be able to bear a full blow. ”

The turbidity maniac stared closely at the judge's pen in the monk's hand, and said with a sneer: "Zangfeng's magic pen, the pen is full of flowers." Shicai Jiang has never been able to guess who is sacred, and he can have such a skill to have the upper hand against my big and small Luo Tian's disciples, it turns out that it is the only remaining Nine Demon Judgment among the three supreme beings of the Demon Dao back then. Wonderful, Jiang was defeated under the sword of Jiuxian Yunlong that year, and later failed to have a chance to take revenge, which is a deep regret. Today, I can use the blood of you, the Demon Dao Supreme, to make up for Jiang's regret. ”

"The poor monk is already an outsider, and the name of the layman back then does not need to be mentioned anymore. The poor monk admitted that the courage of these disciples of Guizhuang to fight gave the poor monk a great threat, but he wanted to rely on them to ......"

"Let's go together!" shouted the Turbidity Maniac.

Before the remaining four disciples could take a step, Monk Zhikong had already let out an earth-shattering roar, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. The figure was thrown into the arena like a flash of lightning, and the judge's pen transformed into a rainbow and flew, and the strange light suddenly blaze. In the faint wind and thunder, the two great masters of the Soul Dementor Demon Sound and the Hidden Blade Demon Pen poured out their strength, and delivered a fatal blow to the four disciples who entered first.