Ye Tianxiang and Tiansong Dao Chang dealt with Ouyang Feilong, and the two swords immediately took the advantage, causing Ouyang Feilong to retreat one after another, and finally retreated to the sky above the sea.

Ouyang Feilong was sweating profusely, his arms were sore, he felt as if he was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even breathe.

At this time, there was a gray-shirted man, wearing a yin and yang mask, and shouted, "Long'er stand down and let Daddy come." ”

Ouyang Feilong made a false move and flew out of the sword circle.

Ye Tianxiang and Daoist Tiansong also withdrew their long swords and turned over to the island.

The gray-shirted man walking on the sea was like a moving shadow, slowly drifting towards the island.

Ye Tianxiang and Daoist Tiansong gasped, because they had never seen a person walking on the sea.

The gray-shirted man had not yet reached the shore, and he said to Ye Tianxiang and Tiansong Daochang: "You two are so shameless, two people who have been famous in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years have joined forces to fight a descendant. ”

Although the Taoist of Tiansong has not yet determined the identity of the gray-shirted man, he has already guessed seven or eight points, and the gray-shirted man is likely to be the Shaolin abbot Ximen Chaoyang mentioned by Ouyang Chongxiao.

Tiansong said long: "Your Excellency is Ximen Chaoyang?"

The gray-shirted man said: "This sect leader is Ouyang Chongxiao. ”

Daoist Tiansong was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ximen Chaoyang to say that he was Ouyang Chongxiao.

Tiansong Dao Chang sneered and said: "Ximen Chaoyang, you don't let the abbot of Shaolin Temple do, but you come here to be the leader of a cult, you even want to dominate the martial arts, are you ashamed?"

The gray-shirted man said coldly, "This sect leader said it. The leader of this sect is Ouyang Chongxiao. The Shaolin abbot died half a month ago. All of you are going to die today. If anyone wants to live. Unless he is willing to submit to our Nether Cult. ”

Ye Tianxiang pointed his sword at the gray-shirted man: "It doesn't matter if you are Ximen Chaoyang or not." This city lord wants to see, what ability do you have to dominate the martial arts?"

Ye Tianxiang flew up, his people changed from one to two, and two more to four, and finally sixteen people held their long swords at the same time and shot out the flying gods outside the clouds against the gray-shirted man.

Sixteen intense white rays of light hit the top of the gray-shirted man's head at the same time.

The gray-shirted man didn't even move. He stretched out his right palm and gave it a gentle push, and one of those palms became two, and two became four...... Countless palms forced Ye Tianxiang's sword qi onto Ye Tianxiang's own body.

Ye Tianxiang spat out a mouthful of blood. His skill suddenly disappeared, and the sixteen Ye Tianxiang also became one, and the sixteen swords also became one.

As soon as the gray-shirted man stretched out his hand, his man flew up from the sea.

The gray-shirted man's palm pushed down against Ye Tianxiang's chest, and Ye Tianxiang stabbed the gray-shirted man's palm with the sword in his hand.

The gray-shirted man did not dodge or dodge, he used his fleshy palm to meet Ye Tianxiang's sword.

The palm of the gray-shirted man actually broke Ye Tianxiang's sword.

One section, two sections, three sections, and by the time the fifth section was broken, the palm of the gray-shirted man had already broken Ye Tianxiang's arm.

The gray-shirted man's palm pushed forward. A red palm flew to Ye Tianxiang's heart.

That palm knocked Ye Tianxiang out of thirty zhang. When Ye Tianxiang fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth. As soon as the head was lowered, the man was already dead.

This palm made the heart of the Heavenly Song Daoist shake. He looked at Ye Tianxiang lying on the ground, and his entire arm holding the sword was trembling.

Tiansong Dao Chang watched the gray-shirted man fall in front of him lightly, and said, "What a ruthless Thousand Buddha Palms." The former abbot of Zhitong was born with compassion. Even if someone kills an ant, you will have a heartache. ”

The gray-shirted man looked at Tiansong Dao and said, "There will never be an abbot of Zhitong in this world, only Ouyang Chongxiao, the sect leader of the Netherworld God Sect. Make a move, Dao Chief!"

Daoist Tiansong's hands were trembling, he gritted his teeth, and said, "I didn't expect you to become like today." Anyway, even if Poor Dao dies in your hands, Poor Dao will not let Wudang succumb. ”

The Grey-Shirted Man said, "I know you well, so I'm not going to convert you to our Nether God Cult. ”

Daoist Tiansong shook the sword in his hand, and one sword turned into two.

The sword light instantly surrounded the gray-shirted man.

The gray-shirted man's body was in the light of the sword.

The gray-shirted man could still speak, and said: "Tiansong Dao Chief, his skills have not decreased in the past few years, but have increased by five or six percent. ”

Daoist Tiansong said as he drew his sword: "The abbot's divine skills seem to have improved a lot. I'm afraid that this little skill of the poor road will not be able to catch your ten tricks. ”

The gray-shirted man smiled: "It seems that the Taoist is still self-aware. ”

The gray-shirted man's sleeve flicked at the Tiansong Daochang, and the Tiansong Daoist was shaken out by the fierce wind.

After Tiansong Dao Chang landed, he spat blood from his mouth, and when he got up a little harder, he saw a red palm hit his chest.

Tiansong Dao Chang watched the red palm hit his chest, and he just couldn't dodge it.

When that palm was down, Tenmatsu only felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, and suddenly he lost any consciousness.

Hu Tiehua clenched his fists angrily, stood next to the dead Tiansong Daoist, and said, "You are the shit abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Zhitong?"

The gray-shirted man looked at Hu Tiehua and snorted coldly: "There is no Zhitong Master here, there is no Shaolin Abbot, there is only the leader of the Netherworld God Sect here. ”

Hu Tiehua laughed and said, "You are so shameless. Ouyang Chongxiao of the Nether God Sect is not dead yet, so you dare to pretend to be him? You are forgivable for pretending to be a dead person, but is it a bit too much for you to pretend to be a living person?"

The gray-shirted man was a little angry and said, "No matter what you say, no matter what you know, if a person dies, everything he knows doesn't matter. Just like the Ye City Lord and the Tiansong Dao Chief, they are already on the road. On Huangquan Road, you should be accompanied by many of your friends. Hu Tiehua, you should also go. ”

Hu Tiehua's eyes glared and said, "Then come on, if your Grandpa Hu says the word 'afraid', I am not raised by my father's biological parents." ”

The gray-shirted man raised his hand, and a large palm was about to be waved.

Suddenly, behind Hu Tiehua, a person said, "Slow!"

The gray-shirted man looked coldly at the person in the wheelchair, then at the two beautiful little girls behind the wheelchair, and said, "Ouyang Chongxiao, are you still alive?"

Ouyang Chongxiao said lightly: "It should be said that the life of this sect leader is relatively big. I didn't fall to my death or drown in the sea after I fell off the cliff. ”

The gray-shirted man said coldly: "Actually, it doesn't make any sense for a person to live for so many days. You deserve to die. You should have died half a month ago. (To be continued......)