Dao Lu was defeated by a single move, which set off a monstrous wave in the hearts of the disciples of Shushan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who is Dao Lu? The second disciple of Qingsong, inheriting the fairy sword gale, the eternal top three in the seven-vein martial arts, is chic and righteous. In the hearts of the disciples, he and Senior Brother Daoyun are the Shushan Shuangjie of this generation!

Such a master, defeated in one move?

Some of the disciples looked frightened and leaned back.

The young man with Emei sneered and said, "Your Shushan Imperial Sword Technique, you practiced it by escaping for your life?"

"Shut up!"

"Jia'er, don't be rude!"

A man and a woman shouted at the same time, and Dowling controlled the flying sword and rushed towards the boy. A blue light shot through the air, locking the left side of the young man's body, he must have planned to pass by and let the young man try the fear of life and death. But when the flying sword stabbed three feet in front of him, a golden light flashed, and the flying sword immediately fell to the ground. The young man suddenly appeared in front of Dao Lin, his eyes flashed with colorful light, he reached out and took out the jade slip from Dao Lin's arms, and crushed it with his hand.

Dowling's expression was painful, and the bruises on his forehead flared up, as if he was struggling desperately. It wasn't until the jade slip shattered and the young man's eyes returned to normal that Dao Lin staggered and sat on the ground, looked at the young man tremblingly, and muttered, "How can this be?"

The young man sneered and no longer cared about this Shushan disciple who was about to be out.

He turned to Shushan and his party and said, "My expectations for you are too high, and I thought that Shushan, which is known as the Sword Sect of the world, has something unique, and it is really better to meet than to be famous." ”

The young man shook his head and sighed: "It's so disappointing to me, one generation is not as good as the next!"

"Jia'er!" a woman in white who was better than the snow and the moon said again: "Be respectful to the Taoist friends of Shushan." ”

The disciples of Shushan clenched their fists loudly, Daoyun stretched out his hand to stop them, and waved his hands to the woman: "In Daoyun in Xiashu Mountain, I don't know what is the important matter of Emei Daoyou all the way?"

The woman also replied: "Emei Liuya, I have seen Senior Brother Daoyun." This is my junior brother Nalan Jia, Jia'er grew up in the mountains since she was a child, she doesn't know how to be polite, and she speaks out of proportion, and I hope that Senior Brother Daoyun will forgive me. ”

Han Sheng glanced at Nalan Jia, he was the only male in this group of Emei female cultivators, it seemed that he was the Emei genius who proposed marriage to the wind kite. With Nalanjia's character, it must be a tragedy for the wind kite to marry in the past.

Dao Yun frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What is forgiveness? I want to ask this junior brother Nalan, what kind of grudge he has with my Shushan?"

"This ......" Liuya bit her lip, Nalan Jia patted her back, and said with a smile: "Sister Ya, why do you bother to preach with these garbage. Leave everything to Jia'er, and ensure that it will not take more than a stick of incense to solve it. ”

Dao Yun straightened up and sneered with his sword: "A stick of incense will take time to solve us?" ”

There was no communication, only a war.

Nalan Jia sneered: "I hate you Shushan people very much, there is no reason, I just want to teach you a lesson." ”

Dao Yun said coldly: "Since this is the case, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

Nalan Jia opened the folding fan, covered the lower half of his face, and said with a smile: "Don't be merciful, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive three moves." ”

Liuya on the other side didn't speak, just looked at Nalanjia worriedly, for fear that he would be injured. And the other women either looked at Nalan Jia infatuatedly, or glared at the Shushan disciples with resentment.

Seeing the reactions of those Emei disciples, Han Sheng was sure that this battle would definitely be fought, and for many monks, two hundred years was just the difference between the year before and this year. Shushan is inexplicably taboo about the things of two hundred years ago, Emei is only afraid that it is not, and the eyes of those female disciples are full of hatred and contempt. It is impossible for them to have seen the disciples of Shushan, probably because they grew up listening to the deeds of the geniuses of Emei in Shushan.

Han Sheng took a step forward and whispered beside Daoyun: "There is something strange in his eyes, senior brother, don't look at it." Remember to delay the time, the longer it drags on, the greater our hope of victory. ”

Daoyun nodded and slowly drew his sword.

Nalan Jia gently shook the folding fan and said lightly: "You can go up together, I'll clean it up faster." ”

The disciples of Shushan gritted their teeth angrily, eager to rush forward directly.

Han Sheng turned to look at those disciples and said coldly: "Nalan Jia is Senior Brother Daoyun, you wait and follow me, you must listen to what I say, if you don't listen, you can withdraw from the competition now!"

Those disciples looked at Han Sheng, made eye contact with each other, and finally nodded heavily: "Yes!"

After the night of the Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition, Han Sheng's sword not only conquered the arrogance of the disciples of Shushan, but also won a lot of popularity.

After all, it is the Law Enforcement Palace, and it is the dream of many disciples to destroy it.

Since the remaining sixty-six disciples agreed, Han Sheng paid attention to the competition between Daoyun and Nalan Jia, and when they were inseparable, he was ready to start acting.

Daoyun's Purple Gold Bagua Sword swirled in mid-air, and his mood was calm and unwavering, without a trace of fluctuation due to Nalan Jia's provocation.

Nalan Jia shook the folding fan, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and he chuckled: "If you don't do it again, it will be a fiasco when I make a move, and I am embarrassed to let Shushan lose face." ”

Dao Yun said calmly: "You are indeed very strong, and those rays of light seem to have the effect of fixing the body and mind." But that's not why you win, you win by surprise, always suddenly disrupting the rhythm when the opponent makes a move, and winning in one fell swoop. If I'm not mistaken, your strength is only in the early stage of Yuanying, so you don't dare to look for Kunlun and Kongtong, so you can only come to Shushan to find trouble. But I can tell you, you're in the wrong place. ”

Nalan Jia sneered: "I can't see that you are silent and dull, and you will shake people's hearts with your words." ”

Daoyun said lightly: "I just don't believe that anyone can defeat Dao Lu and Dao Lin with one move, maybe a monk with a high realm can, but a monk below the god can, except for magic weapons and supernatural powers, I can't think of any other reason." ”

Nalan Jia smiled: "I have supernatural powers, but you also have flying swords, do you still want me to abandon supernatural powers?"

Daoyun said lightly: "I want to say that everyone will be restrained, you may be able to use your supernatural powers to restrain many people, but I am an exception." ”

Daoyun held the flying sword and sighed leisurely: "The purple gold gossip sword, subduing the demon and eliminating the demon heart." ”

Nalan Jia felt a terrifying momentum erupt on Daoyun's body, this momentum was not strong, but it made him tremble. The golden light on the purple gold gossip sword flowed, and the sword body kept shaking, always pointing at Nalan Jia.

"My flying sword, subduing demons and destroying demons. Daoyun looked at Nalan Jia and smiled slightly: "The magic trick I practice, I specialize in supernatural powers!"

Nalan Jia's face was pale, he had already felt it, before the sword was struck, his momentum was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, constantly melting.

"Do it, expel Emei!" Han Sheng roared and pounced on the Emei disciple. The Shushan disciple was stunned for a moment, and then immediately followed, and the flying sword went straight to the Emei female cultivator.

Nalan Jia saw the disciples of Shushan rushing into the Emei camp like hungry tigers, and his heart was in turmoil. Unlike Shushan, in addition to immersing himself in cultivation under high pressure, it is a seven-day venting fight, which successfully cultivates the disciples into battle maniacs; Emei is a female cultivator in nine out of nine, and even pursues elegant and wonderful moves. Once the battle really started, except for a few who had advanced cultivation unscathed, the rest of the Emei disciples were simply one-sided.

Han Sheng fought with Liuya in the sky, and he did not use his sword, but took the opportunity to hone his martial arts. Since that night, he relied on rotation and accumulation to destroy the temple and break the mountain, he has been immersed in the deduction trial, and finally deduced three moves. I thought I would use it when I was fighting with Daozun, so that he could give him some advice. Unexpectedly, he used a trick, and was called down by Qing Song to go down to Guantian Peak, which made him regretful.

This Liuya seems to be also in the infancy stage, and it should be fine to use the second trick on her. Han Sheng repelled the pale yellow flying sword with one palm, suddenly took a step forward, and exhaled his fist: "Bihai Spiral Strength!"

The mana swirled wildly in his body, forming a cone-like flow of air that was sharp at the top and wide at the bottom, and then rushed straight out of his right hand. Liu Ya didn't want to stab Han Sheng's fist with a sword, and when the tip of the sword collided with the fist, it made a strange sound, as if someone was constantly tearing a piece of iron, which was extremely piercing.

Liuya's face is pale, and her face is discolored. When her flying sword met Han Sheng's fist, it not only stopped advancing, but even spun and twisted on the spot! Her jade hand still held the hilt of the sword, which was the most fatal mistake, and the spiral force instantly transmitted to her wrist through the flying sword, twisting and shattering everything it encountered!

"Click!" Liuya's slender left hand twisted and deformed, and even her left arm began to spin!

Han Sheng was shocked, he had no intention of killing people at all, but if he didn't stop it, Liuya would definitely die!

"What a ruthless method!" A cold voice came from the sky, and Ming Yuan, the head of Emei, suddenly appeared in front of Liuya. She held Liuya's left hand, and the white light was great. The left half of Liuya's clothes and the flying sword burst on the spot, revealing a plump and beautiful carcass. Han Sheng hurriedly turned around, Ming Yuan's face was gloomy as if it was about to drip water, she suddenly waved her sleeves into the sky, and the sect monks who were watching the battle under the Mixed Yuan Peak suddenly saw that the light curtain was pitch black, and the darkness made people desperate.

One of the monks muttered, "I haven't seen the ...... yet."

Another monk drooled and said, "White, so white! Big, really big!"

"****!" said one of the monks in despair, "now there is nothing left." Black, so black!"

In the corner, a cardinal took a handkerchief out of his pocket, bit his finger, and drew it at a rapid pace.

"What are you writing about?" asked the monk next to him, curiously.

The cardinal ignored him, his eyes straightened, and he kept using his mana to force out the blood, and sketched it on his handkerchief.

There are good deeds who stretched out their heads to look, and suddenly the sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another. After a while, a large number of monks gathered around the cardinal, all of them with long necks, for fear that they would not be able to see the paintings.

On the handkerchief woven of brocade, there were originally two or three green bamboos, and butterflies both flew. At this moment, under the wonderful pen of the cardinal, a **** thin waist, half-clothed and half-naked woman was outlined with blood. Especially leaning on the green bamboo, the butterfly landed on the breast, the woman's brows were frowned, and the weak appearance of the wind attracted countless people to miss constantly, and even the nosebleeds gushed, accompanied by saliva flowing all over.

Seeing that the red-clothed monk finished painting and looked at the handkerchief in a daze, the monk behind him suddenly reacted and shouted: "I will give 10,000 spirit stones for this painting!

"Bullshit!" a monk shouted, "I'll pay 30,000!

"I'll give 50,000!"

"I'll give 100,000!"

"I'll give 150,000!"

The cardinal screamed from below: "I will not sell anyone! This is my hard work! Uncle Chiang Rai, save me!"

The Chiang Rai elder was full of black lines and deliberately looked away. He couldn't understand why Qing would accept such a cynical hooligan ruffian who ate, drank, prostitutes, gambled, and gambled as an apprentice?

And in the Hundred Scenery World, the head of Mingyuan handed over Liuya to the remaining disciples, and his momentum was like a landslide, pressing on Han Sheng.

With fire burning in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "You, damn it!"