There has always been an unwritten rule in the world of cultivating immortals, but as long as two people duel fairly, the third person will never be able to participate in it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, the middle-aged Daoist knew this rule, but he still did not hesitate to intervene in the duel between Song Qiu and the young Daoist.

Because he had already made up his mind in his heart, he would never let these two young men who didn't know what to do leave Qingcheng Mountain alive!

Especially thinking of the Qiankun Ring in the young monk's hand, the killing intent in the heart of the middle-aged Taoist burned like a flame.

So as soon as he made a move, he used his best skills without mercy.

The young Daoist's hair trembled slightly by Song Qiu's sword wind, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

Because he knew that in the next moment, Song Qiu would be smashed in the chest by his master's palm, spitting blood from his mouth and dying.

If you dare to disgrace me in front of many of my fellow disciples, you will give me death!

The young Taoist had a hideous face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Must die!

Facing the supreme coercion that seemed to come from heaven and earth, Song Qiu's chest was uncomfortable, his face was pale, and he was almost suffocated.

The middle-aged Daoist's palm was like a giant palm of gods and demons, giving Song Qiu a sense of powerlessness that was irresistible and inescapable, and for the first time, he truly felt the power of a high-ranking immortal cultivator.

Song Qiu's eyes and mind were filled with this palm that seemed to be able to destroy the world, and he had no time to think about anything else.

Such a palm can probably really destroy the mountain, right?

It's just that since you can't escape, it's better to fight once.

Song Qiu thought.

The sword in his hand was raised again.

A resolute momentum rose on its own.

Seeing that Song Qiu, a monk who only had a mere Qi cultivation realm, did not collapse and surrender under his own coercion, but instead gave birth to a strong fighting spirit, the killing intent in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist was even stronger.

In the course of a middle-aged Taoist's life for decades, he understood a lot of truths.

Some can only be exterminated, not conquered.

Such a person is the young man in front of him.

He must not be allowed to leave alive, otherwise it will be endless trouble.

A flame burst out from the palm of the middle-aged Taoist, and it was a heart fire that burst out from the heart, from the inside out, and then burned through half of the blue sky.

The huge palm blocked almost all of Song Qiu's choices, and the fire in the sky burned almost all of Song Qiu's roads, and the middle-aged Taoist only left Song Qiu with one choice, a path.

That's - death!

Many onlookers showed a variety of expressions in their eyes, such as banter, reverence, and excitement.

For this palm of the middle-aged Taoist, they are as devout as believers.

For Song Qiu's upcoming ending, they are as happy as newlywed.

That's what you see.

Schadenfreude, just at this time.

However, their faces quickly froze.

I saw the young monk take a gentle step.

The boundless coercion and the giant palm that pierced the sky dissipated in an instant.

The middle-aged Taoist felt that the young monk's ordinary step made his palm power like a mud ox into the sea, and he would never be seen again.

His face was shocked, and he came out again with a palm in his hand.

This time, it was not Song Qiu, but the young monk standing in the distance.

The young monk's face was indifferent, and he gently spit out a word in his mouth: "Duh." ”

The palm of the middle-aged Taoist burst into blood from between the lines of the palm, and several cracks quickly spread from the palm.

A dark cyan Dao robe then cracked like cracks in the skin, falling in the eyes of many Taoists, the middle-aged Taoist was like a porcelain that had failed to be fired at this time, and the body to the clothes were crawling with terrifying and terrifying lines.

The Taoists were stunned and despaired.

If the believer is kneeling and praying, the shrine is killed by mortals.

It seems that the candle night in the cave room is encountered, and the new couple escapes from marriage.

It was a collapse of faith, a denial of life.

From the moment the first wound was opened on his palm, the middle-aged Taoist began to desperately retreat backwards.

Countless wounds were cracked in the palms of his hands, and the dark cyan robe on his body was cracked like a spider web, however, no matter how embarrassed he was, he was lucky to escape.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the Daozhen monk in shock.

This young monk seemed to be ordinary, but just a simple kick made him feel irresistible in the face of an ancient beast.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged Taoist asked in fear.

Except for the Palace Master of Kunlun Heavenly Palace, the head of Longhu Mountain, and the Wudang True Martial Sect, the middle-aged Daoist had never felt this kind of pressure and terror on any other person.

No.

The pressure on this young monk was much stronger than that of the three of them!

The middle-aged Taoist thought about it carefully and came to such a conclusion in horror.

"The poor monk is just a nameless monk in the mountain village, your Excellency doesn't have to care. ”

Monk Daozhen retracted his feet, and the huge pressure that had been burdened on the middle-aged Daoist suddenly disappeared.

The middle-aged Taoist's heart was slightly relieved, and he found that in just a few breaths, his body was already sweating like rain.

He looked hesitantly at Monk Daozhen and Song Qiu, no doubt both of whom had great backgrounds.

Monk Daozhen looks young, but he has a rare Qiankun ring in his hand, and his terrifying cultivation is the only one he has seen in his life, and he will not believe a word of the so-called "nameless monk in the mountain village" at all.

Even if it is a young man who only cultivates in the Qi cultivation realm, the two sword moves in his hand are also exquisite, and the proud disciple who can cross the realm and defeat himself is definitely from a famous teacher.

Seeing that the Daozhen monk didn't seem to have the intention of attacking, the middle-aged Taoist became nervous.

Comparing his heart to his heart, he thought to himself that if he was in the situation of a true Taoist monk, he would never be able to stop so easily, even if he didn't crush himself and other Taoists into mud, he would definitely not let himself and others have a good time.

Monk Daozhen put his hands on his chest, humble and polite.

He was also very annoyed that the middle-aged Taoist had given Song Qiu a heavy hand, but he never forgot the true purpose of this trip, so after giving the middle-aged Taoist a lesson that was not too big or small, he immediately stopped.

Monk Daozhen raised his hands, saluted, and said indifferently: "You all seem to be Daoists of the Qingcheng Sect?"

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a few breaths, gasping and snorting heavily, and replied: "Yes, the poor Dao Qingxiazi is the head of the Qingcheng faction of this generation. ”

Monk Daozhen stared at him lightly, and suddenly made the middle-aged Taoist feel infinite pressure, but fortunately, it didn't take long for the young monk to refocus his gaze on the ground, and said: "The two poor monks went to Qingcheng on this trip, but they noticed that the seal arranged by Zhang Tianshi back then had signs of loosening again, and they specially came to strengthen the seal. ”

A green cloud floated in the sky, obscuring a little bit of daylight, and the shade of the tree sprinkled on the face of the middle-aged Taoist, which looked cloudy and uncertain.

"The master is compassionate and heartfelt, and he is moved and admired. However, the ancestor had a countermeasure more than a thousand years ago, and my disciples have been preparing for this time for the loosening of the seal for a long time, and in two days, my Qingcheng faction will re-strengthen the seal, so I won't bother the master to bother with it. ”

Qing Xiazi's face was calm, and he couldn't tell that just a moment ago, his face was full of murderous energy, wanting to kill the two people in front of him.