"Boom!"

The blade reached its body, making a slight dull sound, and then it couldn't take a single step forward, not even a single fiber of the robe was cut.

There is no other reason, because Hong Antong slashed not Zhao Fan in red, but a crane Taoist who appeared in the field at some point, dressed in a gray green sermon robe, looking a little sloppy.

This old way appeared so suddenly, as if he should have been there, without the slightest warning. His slightly clear face was full of redness, and instead of being old, he seemed to be even more childlike, which made people feel a good feeling from the bottom of their hearts at first sight.

Seeing this old Taoist appear inexplicably, Zhao Fan was shocked at first, and then inexplicably relieved.

But he was relieved, and Hong Antong, who was on the other side, was extremely frightened at the moment.

Originally, after the blow was ineffective, Hong Antong immediately made a decision, and he was about to draw the knife and retreat, but after a draw, the knife could not be pulled back as if it had been sucked up. Originally, it was nothing if he couldn't draw it back, after all, Hong Antong was condensing qi into a soldier at the moment, if the weapon was caught, he only needed to disperse the true yuan and recondense the blade, and he would naturally be able to get rid of the clamp. But what made Hong Antong desperate was that no matter how he operated his mental method, this Spring and Autumn Broadsword showed no signs of collapse, not only that, but even his own hands holding the knife seemed to be firmly sucked by the handle, and there was no possibility of loosening it at all.

This...... What the fuck is this martial arts?!

Hong Antong was inexplicably shocked in his heart, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

There is no shortage of super masters in the Western Demon Sect, and the best of them are definitely not far behind compared to the Twelve Green Dragons. As the leader of the branch sect, Hong Antong was fortunate to be instructed by one of them after making great contributions. In the "competition" that was close to actual combat at that time, this set of "condensing qi into soldiers" has never been so restrained.

If so...... Could it be ......

Come to think of it. An extremely terrifying possibility flashed in Hong Antong's heart.

If even a super master can't do it, then what about a peerless strongman?

"Fuck...... This...... Is this possible......?"

Sect Leader Hong cursed in his heart. Somehow, however, this terrible thought has been swirling in my mind and has always lingered.

If you mention the peerless powerhouses who came from the Dao Sect, there are only two of them in the world today. One of them is the "Supreme Grandmaster" Ling Donglai, but this person has traveled to the Western Regions in legend and has not been in the Central Plains for more than ten years. And it attaches great importance to the appearance, and it will never look dirty like the old road in front of him, so this possibility can be ruled out.

And the second one......

Hong Antong carefully recalled the relevant information of the Taoist master in his heart, every time he thought of it, the face on his face became darker, and later, his whole face was even more distorted by fear, if it weren't for the fear of making the old Taoist in front of him unhappy, I am afraid he would have already cried.

"You...... You are...... Sheet...... Sheet...... Zhang Zhenren ......!!"

Hong Antong cried with a sad face, and made a dry and hoarse voice like a ghost from his mouth.

Hear this. On the huge square, all the martial arts people who have a little common sense are dumbfounded. They all focused their eyes on the sloppy old Taoist who appeared out of thin air, because in today's world, surnamed Zhang, there are Taoist masters who are qualified to be respected as "real people", and there is only one in the world.

Zhang Zhenren - Zhang Sanfeng!

If what Hong Antong said is right, this seems to be a sloppy and ordinary old man, who is both sloppy and ordinary, I am afraid that he is the martial arts myth that has been proud of the rivers and lakes in the past hundred years. The head of Zixiao Palace, the world's great Wudang faction, is known as the peak of the world's first master of Taoism throughout the ages!

Compared to the twelve green dragons who showed their extraordinary demeanor. This Mitutoyo real person is the immortal person who really stands in the clouds, for ordinary martial arts people. Just looking at it from a distance can be used as a talking point for a lifetime.

Therefore, when the word "Zhang Zhenren" came out, all the martial arts people present couldn't help but feel an irrepressible admiration in their hearts. Merely...... Is this sudden appearance of the old way the myth of martial arts? Is the speculation in Hong Antong's heart true?

The answer was soon revealed.

--Hearing Hong Antong's desperate whisper, the sloppy Taoist grinned at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, I know that I dare to take out the knife when I know it's the old way, and I still refuse to take it back when I get out of the knife, boy, do you look down on me?"

"Really...... Real people, I'm ...... I'm not ......."

Hearing the other party's self-confession, Hong Antong's face was even more distorted, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to confess, saying that he did not mean to do so.

It's a pity that before the five words "I didn't mean to" were finished, the old Taoist priest Pu Fan's big slap had already been slapped down on his head and face, and the remaining two words of Hong Antong were directly swallowed back into his stomach.

"Isn't it? What else is the old Taoist priest beating you? I sue you, even if your master is here, the old Taoist priest is also correct, the old Taoist is higher than your master's master, as a senior beating you, do you have anything to say?"

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest opened his bow left and right, and slapped ten times in an instant, turning Hong Antong's wrinkled ugly face into a pig's head.

was whipped wildly by such a series of wilds, almost losing an old face, but Hong Antong dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so he could only bear the eyes from all directions. However, for Hong Antong's expression, the old Taoist priest was still not very satisfied.

"Oh, after all that, you still don't put the knife away? Do you want to threaten me with the knife like this?"

As soon as these words came out, Hong Antong's face suddenly changed miserably again, and even the people in the rivers and lakes present couldn't help but become weird.

It was just such a moment of kung fu, and the martial arts people present had already seen that the character of this Zhang Zhenren was probably a little different from the "peerless master" in the general impression. Just now, he insisted that Hong Antong "looked down on him," and he used this excuse to draw the other party into a pig's head on the spot, and now it has been escalated to "threatening him." What kind of thing will this old man do? Will he directly end Hong Antong on this ground?

Looking at this somewhat funny scene, everyone present faintly wanted to laugh, but they were secretly looking forward to the follow-up plot development in their hearts.

However, for someone who has been hiding on the side, it is no longer possible to allow the situation to continue to develop.

So, he shot decisively.

――Just before the old Taoist priest struck again, a sword light that was incredibly fast and unimaginably beautiful suddenly appeared in the void.

This knife light is bent like a full moon, reflected in the eyes of everyone, and naturally evokes the beautiful feelings hidden in the bottom of the heart, as if the moonlight of the fifteenth night, it seems to be gentle, but it is estranged, and it has a kind of bleak coldness, and it is not cut to the old road with flaws all over the body, nor to Zhao Fan behind the old road, but through a wonderful arc, obliquely slashing at the air knife in Hong Antong's hand.

A knife slashed, as if it swept through the air without the slightest hindrance, but after this random knife, the big knife that could not be dispersed in Hong Antong's hand was like a bubble, and quickly collapsed into a little starlight, freeing Hong Antong from the shackles of the old Taoist's true qi, and then the knife light rolled up, and quickly distanced himself with this scared half-dead guy.

To be able to successfully save people from peerless powerhouses like Zhang Sanfeng, the martial arts of the people who come are by no means idle, at least there are super masters. And his obvious sword light revealed his identity unabashedly.

The Western Demon Sect Sect Divine Soldier - Full Moon Scimitar, with the first unique sword in the Sect - Divine Sword Slash!

At the same time, he has a divine weapon, has a unique practice, and the identity of the person who comes is not a second person at all, it is the super master of the Western Jade Rakshasa as the right-hand man, the right envoy of the Western Demon Sect - "Magic Knife" Ding Peng!