"Scabies."

"Breaking the mountain."

"Chu Jun"

"Green Snake."

"Stay at night."

"So tough."

"Single Deer."

The flying sword flew out from Zhao Xuanjun's sword box one after another, while Zhao Xuanjun's face was soft, calling for the name of the flying sword as if he was calling his own child.

Until the last "Mo Yang" flew out, a total of eleven flying swords were nailed to the tornado like eleven nails, and no matter how strong the wind whistled around it, it still remained motionless.

At the same time, eleven flying swords were controlled, and no one dared to say sarcastic words on and off the field.

In the eyes of Zhang Wuji and the others, let alone the opponent is Zhang Zhenghao, even if they are, they may not be able to win completely against Zhao Xuanjun.

After sacrificing eleven flying swords, Zhao Xuanjun was not idle either.

He pinched his sword and directed it:

"Tang it."

Eleven flying swords all let out a breathtaking sword roar, and then they flew around the huge water tornado like a stream of light.

The crisscrossing sword energy was cut from time to time on the white jade fences around Jingxin Lake, and the sword marks were shocking.

The formation covering the entire Jingxin Lake Ancestral Hall was filled with dull collisions from time to time, making people worry about whether the formation was solid.

The ripples formed by the collision of spiritual power in the air slammed on the faces of the Wuyun Tower, although these people looked as normal on the surface, but deep in their hearts, they were nervous and inexplicably. They all began to use their power to resist without moving their faces.

Just as Zhao Xuanjun's eleven flying swords were stirred up in the sky, the water tornado could not even hold on to the half-incense stick. With the "boom" burst, it completely dissipated above Jingxin Lake, turning into a pouring rain and pouring down, leaving only the bare "innate wind and cloud talisman" still floating in the air.

Just as Zhao Xuanjun was thinking of smashing it into powder in one go, before his flying swords could stab it, a blood mark suddenly appeared on the talisman.

Almost at the same time when the blood mark appeared, the Qiu Yuetai looked at the sky with a calm expression on his face. Suddenly, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious and sniffed out a mouthful of turbid blood, and then he smiled grimly:

"Hehe, your swordsmanship is indeed magical, but you still haven't seen through my bloody wind and thunder talisman!"

As the words fell, the black cloud above Jingxinhu suddenly condensed again, and a red thunder as thick as a bucket and countless tiny lightning fell from the black clouds, directly slashing towards Zhao Xuanjun's flying swords.

"Thunder hidden in the clouds?!"

Wen Huazi said in a lost voice, and Zhang Wuji and others behind him were also stunned, thinking that when it comes to being sinister and vicious, they really can't match these talisman masters who plot step by step.

"The outcome is unpredictable now."

Xie Xuanchen murmured to himself.

"Using the innate wind and cloud talisman as a disguise, and then using the disciple's natal essence and blood as a guide, using water to transform wind, gather clouds with wind, and using clouds to hide thunder, Sang Wuyin is such a cruel method!"

The sword Buddha sighed as he looked at the thunder.

This sudden change was impossible to resolve even if Zhao Xuanjun was as strong as he was. He could only bite the bullet and resist the thunder head-on with eleven flying swords.

After a loud bang, the entire area of ​​Jingxin Lake emitted a burnt smell.

Only after the water vapor dissipated, everyone finally saw clearly what was happening on the platform.

However, to their amazement, the one who fell to the ground was Sang Wuyin's third disciple, Eu Zhenghao.

Although Zhao Xuanjun's face was pale, his breathing was still stable, without any injury. Eleven flying swords flew slowly around him, as if he was still on guard for something.

"I can resist a thunder without any damage. Zhao Xuanjun's strength is probably already in the holy realm, right?"

Zhang Wuji frowned and said, to be honest, before coming to Yanzhou, he had always been very conceited with his strength, but first he was Qiu Shui Yuxian who had assassinated with his soul and almost succeeded. Now Zhao Xuanjun, who could control ten flying swords at the same time, couldn't help but feel a little surprised:

"Are these ten states going to change again?"

"Brother Wuji probably doesn't know much about the talismans, so Zhao Xuanjun is not without any harm."

Wen Huazi shook her head.

"Even if the thunder of this blood-destroying wind and thunder talisman cannot kill the enemy with one blow, as long as the opponent is infected with the power of thunder, the meridian acupoints in the body will be paralyzed by it. The strength of the body will be sealed at least 30% and it will not be cured in a short period of time."

He continued to explain.

"According to your opinion, the talisman of Egg Zhenghao is not seeking victory at all, it is entirely to deal with Zhao Xuanjun?"

Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up and realized the truth.

"That's right, Brother Wuyin has long been sure of winning this Danshu Club. The only thing he is worried about is that Sang Xiaoman and the others will run away after the Danshu Club."

Wenhuazi said.

"In order to win or lose the overall situation, I dare to give up the small situation, admire it, admire it."

Xie Xuanchen, who was standing beside him, said that he looked down on Sang Wuyin before coming. After all, he had been suppressed by Sang Bulan for so many years. Now he will read this alchemy book. Sang Wuyin is really not a simple and easy person.

On the side of the Sword Buddha, the faces of the few people looked a little ugly, except Zhang Lianer and Xu Youyou were still eating and drinking.

"This Zhao Xuanjun is still a little too straightforward. He shouldn't have received the attack just now."

Huang Long sighed.

"If you don't accept him, it's not Zhao Xuanjun's, and who would have thought that Sang Wuyin would bet on the life of his disciples."

The sword Buddha shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Let’s talk about Qiyuetai, Sang Xiaoman and Sang Wuyin have already come over.

Sang Wuyin's eldest disciple and the second disciple helped Zhang Zhenghao up, while Sang Xiaoman looked at Zhao Xuanjun with a worried look.

"I was careless."

Zhao Xuanjun smiled bitterly at Sang Xiaoman.

"No, the monster didn't think about it in advance."

Sang Xiaoman shook his head.

"Cousin, you'd better stop playing in the next game."

She then looked at Zhao Xuanjun and said.

"But I've just been sealed with several meridian acupoints. I'll be careful in the next game."

Zhao Xuanjun insisted on continuing.

"They found the weakness of cousin who can only rely on swordsmanship to force the talisman to be dismantled. In the next game, they will definitely continue to use this method to deal with you. Even if they can't win you, they can continue to consume your true energy and damage your strength. In this way, even if we win this alchemy book, we have no other way to turn against each other."

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"We must leave a way out for ourselves. Danshu will lose, but the tribe members of the Tianzi lineage must survive!"

Seeing that Zhao Xuanjun was still hesitating, she added again very firmly.

"All right……"

After pondering for a while, Zhao Xuanjun finally sighed and agreed.

"The previous sentence was that Mr. Zhao won, and he can continue to fight in the next game."

The nameless old man in the ancestral hall also came over at this time.

"No, let's change people."

Sang Xiaoman shook his head, then looked at Zhai Rong beside him.

"I'll do this game."

Zhairong nodded and stood up.

.Three Palm Sect

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