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The middle-aged Taoist priest's long sword was horizontal, and the sword was intercepted, and the sound of "dang" intersected, and the middle-aged Taoist priest took a step back. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiaohe pursed his lips tightly, his eyes blinked, but he understood that it seemed that the middle-aged Taoist priest had suffered a loss, but he was evenly divided, on par, he took this step back, just to remove the power of impact.

"You miscellaneous hair, you have some skills!" The big man laughed, bent his fingers and flicked the knife, full of pride, and laughed loudly: "Today, I want to see if your Taishan faction's swordsmanship is in vain?!"

"As you wish!" the middle-aged Taoist priest snorted softly, his face cold, like a cold stone.

As he spoke, he floated up, and the long sword stabbed out, instantly transforming into three sword flowers, which slashed at the throat and chest of the big man in a horn.

"Xiaohe, go and inquire why they are fighting. Xiao Yuesheng said softly.

Xiaohe nodded slightly, and Lianbu moved lightly, came to the side of the four Taoist priests, and greeted a young Taoist priest softly.

The Taoist priest was about 20 years old, tall, very handsome, wearing a Taoist crown, quite a bit of a rich and jade-like demeanor.

Seeing Xiaohe talking to such a beautiful woman, Jun blushed, but he didn't pay attention to it, just glanced at her, continued to stare at the three big men at the table, and closed his mouth tightly.

Xiaohe stomped on the lotus foot lightly, and was angry and angry: "You little Taoist priest, you are also rude, why do you ignore me?!"

"Girl, forgive me, I don't know what to teach?" A slightly older, about thirty-year-old Taoist priest next to him hugged his fists and asked with a smile.

He has trimmed eyebrows and a round face, although he is not handsome, but he is kind, and he looks amiable, which makes people can't help but get close.

Xiaohe showed a sweet smile and said softly: "My master is curious, why did you fight?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, Xiao Yuesheng bowed slightly, he also bowed his head, and said with a smile: "These four are demon thieves, five days ago, they killed Zhao Sanye's family in Cangzhou, women and children, old and young, and chickens and dogs are not left!"

"Ahh

Her bright eyes gradually became brighter and became cold, like two cold swords, bursting past, the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of her smiled for a moment, and her heart couldn't help but be on guard, she didn't even see that this little girl's cultivation was so profound!

"Such a thief, he is more than innocent to die!" Xiao Hejiao snorted, Ying Ying smiled, smiled at the middle-aged Taoist priest, thanked herself, twisted her slender willow waist, and turned back to Xiao Yuesheng.

"Master!" snorted Xiaohejiao.

"Well, I heard you. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, his expression calm.

"Can these wicked people let them go for nothing?!" Xiaohe looked indignant, pursing her red lips.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, shook his head and smiled: "Let's take a look for the time being, maybe, the masters of the Taishan faction can control them!"

Xiaohe pouted her cherry-like red lips, nodded reluctantly, and looked fixedly.

The swordsmanship of the Taishan faction is varied, most of the predecessors of the Taishan faction are created according to Mount Tai, Mount Tai eighteen plates, majestic and heavy, five doctors of the sword, overbearing, happy three, bright and sharp.

This cold middle-aged Taoist priest is Mount Tai's eighteen pan swordsmanship, just like the stone steps of Mount Tai, piled up and stacked, but endless, thick and endless, desperate.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded secretly, this cold Taoist swordsmanship is not bad, and his cultivation is exquisite, I don't know which master of the Taishan faction is.

The big man's knife technique is fierce and fierce, like a violent storm, constantly hitting on the stone steps, and with a mighty momentum, it is extremely intimidating, but the stone steps are immovable, thick as a mountain, and let the wind and rain blow.

Although the great man is powerful and his words are heroic, his sword skills are no match for the cold Taoist priests, and he is more and more clumsy.

"Master, they can't escape!" Xiaohe was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh softly.

She was originally very hostile to the Taishan faction, but after listening to the deeds of these four big men, she was disgusted, and instead changed her position, hoping that the Taishan faction would win.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and didn't speak, knowing that the critical time was getting closer and closer.

Dahan thought that with his own knife skills, the little Taishan faction was not enough to worry about, but he didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble, when did the Taishan faction come out with such a master?!

The more he fought, the more depressed he felt, and he restrained his hands and feet, as if he couldn't use the knife, and roared angrily: "Damn, Lao Tzu fights!"

After saying that, he slashed out with a knife, and the sword light was cold, like a white rainbow, and the momentum was indomitable, as if he was gathering the strength of his whole body.

Seeing that he was like a fish in a net, the Taoist priest was already about to be defeated, and he didn't want to fight with him, so he took a diagonal step and turned around to avoid his short knife.

"Haha!" The big man laughed loudly, his body sped up, and it seemed to turn into a light and shadow, fused with the short knife, and the human knife was one, and the sudden change was abrupt, following the Taoist priest, like a maggot attached to the bone.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had a cold face, snorted lightly, as if he was disdainful, and the sword light was sharp, turning into a light curtain in front of him, as if a few pine trees were sticking out of their branches and leaves, blocking the short knife.

The other four Taoist priests were in high spirits, staring at the long sword with blazing eyes, as if they were looking up at the lofty mountains.

This cold Taoist priest is showing how Dai Zongfu is.

How is Dai Zongfu, the top swordsmanship of the Taishan faction is extremely difficult, and it is only relied on hard practice, and there is no excellent understanding surname, so it cannot be learned.

The short knife of the Han Dynasty danced wildly, like a madness, without dodging, blindly attacking, using the method of attacking and defending, and burning the jade.

The middle-aged Taoist priest snorted disdainfully, how the swordsmanship of Dai Zongfu he made was fantastic and magnificent, complementary to each other, exquisite, and not afraid of such a way of playing at all.

In the blink of an eye, the big man had been hit by five or six swords, and the blood gushed all over his body, and the footprints turned into blood marks, looking at it tragically.

"Brother Zhang!" the three people sitting in the seat shouted in unison, and they were about to get up.

The four swords were unsheathed at the same time, pointing at the three of them, and if there was a slight change, they would start the frame.

"Haha, brothers, you go first, forgive them for not being able to help me Lao Zhang!" the big man laughed, arrogant.

"Dead duck has a hard mouth!" the middle-aged Taoist sneered, a sword light sprinkled down, covering the big man, and in an instant, another sword stabbed him in the right shoulder.

The big man snorted, the short knife trembled, the sword pierced quite deeply, affecting the flexibility of his right arm, and he felt that he was already powerless.

The short knife was handed over to his left hand, and a cloud of cold light burst out, which was even more violent than just now, and his left-handed knife technique was even better.

For a while, the two fought equally, and the big man actually regained the disadvantage.

"Brother Zhang, let's fight!" Seeing this, the other three knew that he had a hard mouth, but they didn't expect that the Taishan faction would have such a master.

"Look at the hidden weapon!" a broken shout, and a canopy of black light suddenly shot out.

"Black Blood Divine Needle!" Taishan sent everyone to shout, shocked and angry, the long sword waved, dancing into a ball, protecting in front of him, resisting the black needle.

"Hmph!" a Taoist priest snorted, covering his right arm with his left hand, it was the Taoist priest that Xiaohe had asked earlier, his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.

"Master, it's the Black Blood God Needle!" Xiaohe exclaimed in a low voice.

The power of the Black Blood Divine Needle is well known to everyone in the martial arts, but it is really a change of color, but I didn't expect to meet it here.

"Not necessarily. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, he had seen the Black Blood Divine Needle, it was by no means comparable to ordinary secret weapons, even if it was said that in the Moon God Sect, ordinary people would never have it.

"Black Blood Divine Needle, there is no salvation for the middle, boy, let's go back and wait for death!" a big man sneered, looking at the Taoist priest with pity.

"Find-die-!" The amiable Taoist priest blushed, the tip of his sword shook, and he stabbed out, extremely fast.

The big man was about to dodge, but it was too late, so he could only watch the tip of the sword against his throat, the cold air swishing, and goosebumps all over his body.

"Hand over the antidote and spare your life!" the Taoist priest said coldly, the smile on his face already gone.

"Hehe, have you heard, does the Black Blood God Needle have an antidote?!" the big man showed a sarcastic sneer.

"Whew!" the tip of the sword stabbed straight into his throat.

Dahan's eyes widened, staring at him blankly, the smile on his face froze, his eyes were full of consternation, as if he didn't expect that he wouldn't say a word and kill himself directly.

Xiao Hedai frowned lightly, as if she was a little unaccustomed to it, but she didn't expect this kind person to be so ruthless.

The other three Taoist priests drew their swords at the same time, and while the big men were stunned, the tip of the sword was already against their throats.

"Antidote!" said the Taoist priest, who had a kind face, coldly.

As soon as the tips of the three Taoist swords were sent, they had already pierced the skin of the three big men, oozing blood beads.

At this time, the handsome Taoist priest's face turned black, and a black line appeared between his eyebrows, which seemed to be slowly getting longer.

"Master!" Xiao He turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

Xiao He's figure flickered, and he appeared next to the handsome Taoist priest, he was short of breath at this time, his eyes were foggy, and his mind was a little blurred.

"Girl!" the amiable Taoist priest took the long sword and forced her to leave.

"Get out of the way, he can't delay!" Xiao Hejiao shouted, her body moved, like a lotus leaf on the lake, dodging the long sword, the jade hand was fast, and more than a dozen fingers were pointed out in an instant.

(To be continued)