A cool and cool wind passed between the two groups, swept through the dense blue trees, and drifted into the invisible distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountain breeze stirred the robes of the Daozhen monks.

After the monk finished speaking, he looked down at the intricate patterns of wood on the trekking pole, as if this wooden stick was a hundred or a thousand times better than the group of Taoists in front of him.

The one who attacked Song Qiu was a young Taoist in his twenties.

Hearing what Monk Daozhen said, he held a long sword in his hand and said in a cold voice: "Since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you." ”

Song Qiu stood in front of Monk Daozhen and said, "Master Daozhen, since he cut me, where is there any reason to let you stand out, why should I go to compete with him." ”

Monk Daozhen looked up at the young Daoist, nodded and said: "It's okay, his realm cultivation is only slightly higher than yours, as long as you deal with it properly, it is not impossible to win, this is also a rare opportunity for you to fight." ”

Song Qiu smiled slightly, he also had the same mind as Monk Daozhen, and he had the intention to practice with young Taoists, after all, with Monk Daozhen, a top monk, protecting the Dharma for himself, he would not suffer too much loss.

"Do you need a weapon?" Monk Daozhen asked, looking at Song Qiukong's empty hands.

"Do you have a sword?" Song Qiu has liked the sword since he was a child, and in the TV series, it seems that it is elegant and free, chic and extraordinary. After arriving at the Immortal Internet Café, he also asked Tai Bai Xing to borrow a sword to practice a few times, but unfortunately he didn't have a matching sword move in his hand, so he just swung it a few times casually to familiarize himself with the characteristics of the sword.

"Yes. Monk Daozhen lightly touched the ring on his left hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the young Taoist and the Taoist priests behind him were shocked, and they all showed fanatical eyes: "Qiankun Ring! This monk actually has a Qiankun Ring!"

Only a middle-aged Taoist standing in the middle of all the Taoists, standing like the stars and the moon, looked hesitant, frowned, and did not say a word.

Song Qiu took the long sword, raised his eyebrows and looked at the young Taoist, raised the long sword and hugged his fist and said, "Song has come to teach Your Excellency how to move." ”

The young Taoist glanced at Song Qiu contemptuously, looked at the Daozhen monk, and said with a mocking tone: "Aren't you going to ask me for advice, why did the little monk speak wildly before, but when the matter came, he was timid to let others stand up?"

The Daozhen monk's face was calm and calm, and he ignored the words of the young Taoist.

Song Qiu can understand it when he thinks about it, if a pig snorts twice in front of you, will you still worry about the pig and scold it back?

What's more, this Dao person may not be worthy of a pig in front of the Daozhen monk.

The young Taoist didn't know that he was not even as good as a pig in Song Qiu's heart, so he said arrogantly: "Okay, you two local chickens and dogs, whoever goes up, they will all end up the same, make a move." ”

Song Qiu was too lazy to talk nonsense with this young Taoist who didn't know the sky, and stabbed out with a sword.

Seeing this, the onlookers sneered and disdainful, and someone said coldly: "I thought it was a master, but it turned out to be a layman who didn't know anything." ”

Indeed, Song Qiu's sword stab is mediocre, and the coherence of strength, angle, and moves is all commendable, and only the body technique is not bad.

The young Daoist's long sword was like a cold and sluggish winter wind, grazing the bark of the giant tree next to him, and with a loud sound, he blocked Song Qiu's sword move.

Without waiting for Song Qiu's reaction, the young Taoist was mainly anti-guest, and the long sword in his hand turned into a rapid rain of stars, making Song Qiu stumble and embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Taoist who had been worried shook his head slightly, the wary look on his face dissipated, and he only whispered to himself in a voice that he could hear clearly: "But that's it." ”

Song Qiu was shrouded in the sword light of the young Daoist.

If the sword move of the young Taoist is wind and rain, then Song Qiu is a grass in the wind and rain, fluctuating and turbulent, and may be completely swallowed by the wind and rain at any time.

The young Taoist was chic and free, and the one-handed swing of the sword fully illustrated his ease at the moment.

Looking at Song Qiu, who was getting weaker and weaker in the sword light, Monk Daozhen's palm holding the wooden staff was slightly tight, ready to come to the rescue.

The next moment, his face was slightly different.

Monk Daozhen has lived in the human world for a hundred years, and he is accustomed to seeing wind and rain, and now there are very few things that can make him show such an expression.

Less pitiful.

Where his gaze fell, it was Song Qiu in the sword light.

Song Qiu was in the sword light, staring blankly at the sword moves in front of him that were faster than the other, and suddenly remembered something in his heart.

The impression in my mind gradually overlapped with the sword in front of me.

The sword in his hand was involuntarily handed out.

A sword, like a frightening flight by.

It was Song Qiu's sword.

The dense sword light like a spider's web was instantly shattered by this sword, and then the sword web shattered and shattered, never to exist again.

The young Taoist looked at Song Qiu in surprise, he didn't believe that Song Qiu, who had always been suppressed by himself like a layman, could swing such a sword, and felt more that it was luck in his heart.

Yes, it must be luck.

The young Taoist's eyebrows were a little cold, the corners of his lips were lightly crumb, and the long sword in his hand came out again.

This time, the long sword is like the blue sky in the Qingcheng enchantment.

But wherever the sky is shrouded, all things must bow their heads!

Song Qiu's forehead was oozing with beads of sweat, but his expression was calm and calm.

The image in my mind plays out over and over again.

The second sword was handed out.

The tip of the sword was like the tip of a chopstick, gently stabbing into the cyan sky.

Monk Daozhen snorted softly, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that Song Qiu's two swords were by no means a whim and were played at will. The simple two swords hide the Heavenly Dao Truth, and all the tangible and invisible moves, no matter how they change, will be suppressed and cracked by this sword move.

This is by no means a move that can be found in the world, this is a mastery that only immortals have.

Probably which immortal taught Song Qiu, right?

Monk Daozhen nodded approvingly.

The cyan sky is like a boiled dumpling wrapper, and when it is poked by the tip of the chopsticks, it is gently broken.

The long sword broke through the young Daoist's sword net.

The young Daoist seemed to be completely stunned by Song Qiu's sword, and stood motionless.

Song Qiu thought to himself, this is enough.

With a flick of his wrist in his hand, he planned to stop at the point.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout.

The middle-aged Taoist who had been standing behind the young Taoist and watching the battle brushed towards Song Qiu's chest with his wide and long sleeves in his palm.

The pressure like a mountain was condensed on Song Qiu's body.

The palm wind swept over the trees on both sides, and the sound of the collapse of the kala sounded, and two huge trees that required several people to hug were pushed down by the palm wind!

The middle-aged Taoist robe flipped violently, and the long beard under his chin floated upside down to the sky, his eyes glaring angrily, full of murderous aura.

The power of his palm was terrifying, and he had no intention of leaving Song Qiu's life!

What a domineering palm!

What a domineering person!