Ning Ze sat under the blood sail, looking up at no less than thirty-two Dao swords facing him, but none of them opened their mouths to scold, and the malice in his heart dissipated slightly, the cultivation of the Great Daoist was still there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A blue-robed and long-haired Daoist stepped forward and asked, "I don't know which Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect is you?"

Ning Ze smiled slightly and said, "I am neither a Demon Lord nor a Demon Venerable, and I am not a member of the Demon Sect. ”

"Isn't it from the Demon Sect?, where did the nightmare sail under your feet come from?"

Ning Ze just wanted to answer, but was preempted by Baichuan Daoren: "Senior Brother Shichuan, this son is in cahoots with the Black Nightmare Demon Lord's Blood Dream Demon Ji, and the Nightmare Sail he controls is the thing of those two demons......"

"Dare to frame Mr., you are looking for death!"

Roy stepped on the water with both feet, jumped up ten zhang, his fists with frost, and hit the Baichuan Daoist like a mountain and a sea, the power of boxing lies in the heart, the heart is ruthless, and the anger is heavy.

This long-haired Daoist named Shichuan listened to Baichuan Daoren's words, his face sank, and he asked in a cold voice: "Is what the poor Daoist brother said true?" ”

Ning Ze glanced at him lightly and said, "Are you interrogating me?" But you don't seem to be qualified enough, so ask your sect ancestor to come out!"

"Presumptuous! The madman is rude, and he dares to despise my sect and insult my ancestors!"

"Senior brother, the devil has already deceived the door, do we still have to endure it?"

"Eliminate demons and defend the Dao, the duty of the Taoist, please give the order of the senior brother!"

"Senior brother, please give an order......

The long-haired Taoist was ridiculed like this, and he was nameless in his heart.

"Whether I am qualified or not, Daoist friends will know when they take my sword, and whether Daoist friends have the qualifications to see our godfather, you will know if you take our thirty-two swords!"

Ning Ze smiled and said: "You are an interesting person, in fact, what I want to tell you is that your sword is forgotten, because it is meaningless, you thirty-two swords, I want to see and understand!"

"Extreme hubris!"

"Senior brother, since he is looking for death, we will fulfill him. ”

The long-haired Daoist took a step back and entered the sword circle, and the thirty-two Dao swords groaned in unison, and the half-foot sword was suspended on the tip of the sword, and the edge leaked out......

"Too much life!"

Thirty-two Taoists, like hanging upside down in the golden bell, the human sword is one, piercing into the river, and the human sword enters the water and disappears.

Suddenly, thirty-two giant water columns were like thirty-two water dragons, crashing into Ning Ze from thirty-two directions.

Ning Ze didn't defend against any water pillars, his right fist was punched out towards the sky, and the fist intent spread out in all directions, and the thirty-two water dragons formed thirty-two icicles before they got on the boat.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The dragon-like icicles exploded, and thirty-two Taoists raised their swords to stab.

Ning Ze's old skills were repeated, his fist intent was frosty, and the thirty-two Taoists had not yet been stabbed in front of him, and they were already stiff and white.

"Mountains and rivers are restored!"

When everyone was faced with a desperate situation, they quickly withdrew their swords and retreated, and there was no way out of the mountains and rivers.

The Taoist retreated, the frost on his body was resolved, the crisis was resolved, the sword array was reorganized, and the sword intent was still there.

Ning Ze looked at the thirty-two sword-wielding people lightly, and sincerely appreciated their well-founded advance and retreat, and their ease of retraction.

The long-haired Taoist looked a lot more solemn, looking at Ning Ze was mostly jealous, and the thirty-two Taoist people combined a sword, but they failed to try the depth of the other party, which can only be described as unfathomable.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "If Daoist friends are not from the Demon Sect, do you have any evidence?"

"I've seen the first seat of Shichuan, Xiaodao is Jin Ming, a wrestler under the seat of Liuchuan Daoren, Mr. is indeed not a member of the Demon Sect, Xiaodao can testify," Jin Ming hurriedly stepped forward to testify.

"You're a wrestler under the Rokukawa Seat?"

"Exactly!"

"How do you prove that this fellow Daoist is not from the Demon Sect?"

"Looking back at the first seat, Mr. has been to our Giant Plateau four years ago, and in the past four years, Mr. has never been out of the Giant Plateau, nor has he ever injured a person's life. ”

Hearing this, Zhongdao's expression was slightly soothed, and he nodded slightly, after all, it is the nature of the devil to kill people, and it is impossible for a demon to kill someone for four years.

The long-haired Taoist said: "Daoyou, Senior Brother Baichuan and Jin Minglux have their own words, and the poor Daoist still wants to hear what Daoyou means, as long as Daoyou can clarify his identity, and then explain the origin of this magic sail, if what he said is true, I will no longer be a friend." ”

Ning Ze nodded slightly, and said: "Although you are a different person, you can be regarded as knowing how to advance and retreat, my identity, you don't know, I came here for two things, the first thing, four years ago, the master and apprentice of Guijiao Wuchuan hurt Roy's life for no reason, and today I came to seek justice, and the second thing, I have already said, I want to see your ancestors......

The long-haired Taoist looked cold, and said, "What the Taoist friend mentioned, it is extremely rude, do you think we really can't help you?"