Gao Qiang was always staring at Zhao Min and his party carefully, but unexpectedly, a master suddenly appeared in front of him.

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou were entangled by the two elders of Xuanming, and Moshenggu Yu and Zhang Wuji had no opponent at this moment, so he stood there. Moshenggu shouted loudly, and only his right hand was shaken. The black iron sword swept across the board, like a black wheel blooming. Zhang Wuji injured his arm, one leg independent, and the other leg was raised high in the air, like a tiger whip shaking his tail, and the flesh and blood body swept out a strong wind. The two of them were injured, and they had little real energy in their bodies, but they were worthy of being the skill of a top-class master in the world. At this moment, the two attacked together, and the fierce and fierce chariot cooperated with each other. There were very few people who could escape this joint attack in the world.

Unexpectedly, the man in gray rushed forward, but at that moment, his body paused in the air. Zhang Wuji had long legs and stood in front, while Mo Shenggu sword was short and stood in back, so Zhang Wuji came first and kicked the man in gray with one kick. If he looked at the naked eye, it seemed like Zhang Wuji kicked his chest with one leg, but Zhang Wuji felt that his toes were as slippery and soft as if he had stepped into cotton butter, and they didn't need any strength.

The man shook his body lightly and slanted across Zhang Wuji. Mo Shenggu's sword was sweeping across the side. The sword edge trembled, cutting out flowers of death in the air, blooming with black and unrestrained roses. In an instant, Mo Shenggu performed his extraordinary level with one hand in order to save his master. When he was fighting Fang Dongbai just now, the fast sword only stabbed thirty-six swords. But at this moment, his wrist trembled, and there were as many as forty-nine swords as many as forty-nine swords. Each sword was a superb trick in the world. What's more, the forty-nine swords were used together, which was simply unstoppable!

A black sword flower is blooming hideously!

bite!

With a light sound, all the illusory sword shadows immediately dissipated in the air, as if they had never existed.

The man in gray just reached out and flicked his hand!

Just one finger!

The sword shadow dispersed immediately!

He bounced his finger at the end of Mo Shenggu's sword body.

That is, he bounced his finger on the hilt of the Death Sword Flower.

The end of the sword body trembled and the flower shank was broken.

No matter how exquisite the sword move is, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, the flower becomes a rootless flower when the flower handle is broken, and the sword move becomes a moon in the water.

For a moment, forty-nine exquisite sword techniques immediately turned into a strange and ugly arc in the air, and the black iron sword was humiliated and turned into a strange arch bridge shape. It was frozen in the air for an instant.

The man in gray stepped forward and retreated. He stepped forward again and encountered Mo Shenggu again.

These things happen in a moment, even shorter.

At this time, Zhang Wuji's leg that had just missed the target had just touched the real thing. He felt that his foot did not fall into the warm flesh and blood, but fell to a cold and hard place, but heard a loud "click" sound. Zhang Wuji's foot fell on the floor, and the bluestone floor was stepped on by him into a pile of gravel. Zhang Wuji's arm could no longer move, and he didn't care to turn around, pressing his front half horizontally to the ground, using inertia to carry waist force and waist force to the leg force. The other leg jumped up like a poisonous snake and attacked directly at the man in gray.

Mo Shenggu's face turned red with excitement, and his quick sword skill was broken in one move. This was the biggest insult to a famous swordsman who loved swords as much as his life.

But behind him is nothing but his mentor, a mentor who loses all his strength.

So this famous swordsman who is usually irritable and frank - Qi Jian! The sword that abandons love as life!

The right hand is like a tiger grabbing, and it rolls backwards, and uses the black tiger to draw its heart.

He knew that the man in gray could hold his sword with one finger.

He knew that his flesh and blood body was not as good as the sword that could be poured into the tip of the true energy.

Of course, he also knew that after taking back this grab, he could only stop the man in gray. If the man in gray was unhappy, he only needed to bounce his palm, just like he had just bounced his finger at the root of the forty-nine swords, then his palm would be destroyed! Maybe one arm would be destroyed. From then on, he, a great swordsman who once became famous for his fast sword, could not raise half a pound of weight in the earth, and could never close it, let alone use the sword.

But he still did this because there were people behind him who would protect no matter what.

He just hoped that with that pause, he had time to fit and pounce on him. As long as he hugged the man in gray, he had already made up his mind. If he hugged the man in gray, he would use his flesh and blood as a chain to lock the man in gray tightly in place, so that he could not move, and let other brothers come over!

Zhang Wuji's back-lifting legs and Mo Shenggu's heart-wrenching grasp was as loud as the master's wish, but it hit the air hard!

A huge force hits the air, nothing is there.

Because the gray-clothed man's bodywork is much faster than the two of them want!

Zhang Wuji vomited blood, and Mo Shenggu vomited blood!

The power hits the air, and the two of them in the long battle field have no ability to control their internal strength with full strength and can receive and receive them freely. Since they cannot control their internal strength, they can only be injured one by one!

A trace of rosy appeared on the man in gray. He had seen the red nose on the old man Zhang Sanfeng's face, and he could even see clearly that a nose cap stretched out from his old Taoist nose. He was about to stretch out his hand. This centenarian, the best master of the uncrowned king, was his captive!

The man in gray took a deep breath, waved his arms! Extend his hand!

Prepare for a capsule to take.

He stared at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, hoping to see panic, fear or sadness in the old man's eyes. These feelings must be revealed in a little bit, and he will be extremely excited to bully the strong, especially such peerless strong people, and make him afraid of you and afraid of you!

This is probably what everyone thought about in his evil way.

For example, let a woman crawl at your feet... If this woman looked down on you before and was above her, that would be even better!

Let the people who bully you before, underestimate you, and those who make things difficult for you, laugh flatteringly, bow down, pretend to be dogs, and pretend to be meowed. These are the many similar things.

There are many differences in joy between people, but there are many similarities between people's sorrows, torture people and build their own joy in the pain of others.

There is not much deviation in nature, but there are only many manifestations.

However, the happiness of the man in gray was destined to be unavailable. He saw it disappointedly, and the old Taoist Zhang Sanfen glanced at him.

The cold and disdainful eyes made the man in gray feel as if he was seen as a skinny mouse with nothing, pus and sores all over his body.

The rats crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat them...

The man in gray was furious, his hands were in the air, and his strength had increased by three or four points.

He had already thought about it and grabbed it with one claw. He crushed the old Taoist priest's shoulder blades and used his skills.

Then he threatened the entire Wudang Sect with his old life. When these foolish and loyal guys were arrested, he would kill the old dog... Well, it would be better to kill it, so he would tie a chain and put it at the door as a watchdog!

When the man in gray thought of this, his blood was about to boil!

But suddenly, there was a young man in blue in his sight! He suddenly shot down from his whole body from his blood to a cold state.

The young man stood there lightly and cleverly. He appeared suddenly, as if he had been standing there, in harmony with the surroundings, and merged into one. The man in gray had his claw, which had just fallen on the man's chest. The young man's clothes were shaking, and the sound of the sound of the sound of the young man's mouth was shaking, and the fluff on the corners of his mouth was blown up, and the hair on his forehead flew backwards, straight and straight.

The man in gray had already frowned, his face changed drastically, and he used ten layers of strength to attack the man fiercely.

With a glance, he recognized who was the person blocking the road. This was his decay. Every time he met this person, he would be in trouble.

The first time I met this man, the man in gray lost an arm.

The second time I met this person, the man in gray lost his accomplice and his apprentice!

The third time I met this young man, the man in gray carefully prepared for more than 30 years of human affairs. In one go, he immediately disappeared, and he tried his best to get the whole scene.

And this person is now the only one who cannot solve the problem in just a few moves!

The man in gray only grabbed the air and turned into a finger, with only fingers bounced, covering the boy's whole body. The boy did not show any weakness. He lifted up his palm, used his internal strength, and honestly slashed the palms one by one.

After three moves.

The boy was furious: "You are Yuanzhen! You thief, after you disguise, will you think I can't recognize you?"

As he spoke, more than a dozen extremely powerful tricks were issued.

The man in gray has thick black hair, long and thin beard, and a dark face.

Yuanzhen was kind-eyed and bald, and had a white beard.

The boy was Gao Qiang who had always been vigilant, and he was afraid that Zhao Min would hide a killer move.

Zhao Min, who only knows how to compete with brute force, is that still Zhao Min?

The man in gray in front of him had a huge difference in appearance from Yuan Zhen, but Gao Qiang fought with him three times and was sure that who else had such a powerful internal force besides Yuan Zhen?

Who will use the power of the yin and cold fingers?

The man in gray sneered: "You have good eyesight? You'll be dead today!"

The two of them immediately fought together. At this time, their skills were only half a dozen. They might be able to decide the winner after hundreds of rounds, but it was difficult to decide the winner in a moment.

There was chaos in the hall!

Song Juqiao and Yu Lianzhou have been separated by a crowded crowd. The two opponents, Xuan Ming, are not Yi Yu, and they will not be able to decide the winner for a while. Xuan Ming is first-class in his skills. With the help of the cold poison true energy, he has taken advantage of the fight. However, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou have already practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu to the extreme, and are not afraid of the cold energy of the two elders, otherwise they would have been defeated.

More than 150 disciples from the middle and lower classes of Wudang Mountain were gathered here. About half of them were weak in hands and legs, and more than eighty other people pulled their swords to create a way out for themselves.

Behind Zhao Min, the minions were rushing like a tide, destroying Wudang. This was their only thought at the moment.

Yu Daiyan's leg was lifted and fell, opened and closed, and kicked out with one leg, and could always knock over the imperial court's teeth. His arm had been penetrated by the Congo's death strike and could no longer move. He could only rely on his lower body and his legs to make moves. Mingyue protected him with a sword, and the sword was covered with blood and chopped down many people.

Mo Shenggu's left arm was hanging on his chest, and it was stabbed very deeply by Fang Dongbai. His right black iron sword flashed by. Ordinary people could not bear his move. However, he was the most vigorous to harvest his life. He appeared in the most critical situation to rescue all the Wudang disciples in danger.

Zhang Wuji's arm was numb by Kutou Tuo's kick. In the chaos, he didn't know who he picked up a dagger. He charged at Zhao Min several times, looking like a ghost, but Zhao Min had the help of the monk Bodhidharma Zhi in front of him. If Song Qingshu had not brought up a single sword to help, Zhang Wuji would have been slaughtered by Bodhidharma Zhi.

The man in gray is entangled with the boy, and he cannot tell the outcome.

The hall was like a stone mill, slowly squeezing out only a drop of blood in square meters.

The boy didn't care about it and threw down a porcelain bottle, regardless of the accidental injury of the masses.

In the current situation, a straw can become a weight that defeats the camel and can decide who wins and who loses.

A white shadow flew out from the back hall of the main hall. After several twists in the air, she gently avoided the swords and weapons that were smashing towards her. In this bloody hall, she looked as comfortable as a woman who was enjoying flowers in spring, and her posture was so graceful that she could not compare to the most beautiful flower in the world.

She landed beside Zhao Min. A top expert beside Zhao Min, who was blocking Wudang master, and could no longer draw anyone to protect Zhao Min.
Chapter completed!