The Eight Immortals Swordsman laughed dumbly. The two people behind him really came to see King He Dao's joke on purpose and had no intention of helping him at all.

Although he despises the swordsman who looks like a gentleman but is actually a ungrateful person, he also knows that the monks' actions against King He Dao must have seen that he is the leader of the Pingxi Palace's operation, so he borrowed his "murderous aura"

"Too serious" is a matter of fact. Now that the two people's personal grievances are put aside, they should still focus on the overall situation.

The ordinary martial arts people in Prince Pingxi's palace may not know it, but the swordsman knows it clearly in his heart. Although this King He Dao is known as a master of martial arts, his kung fu skills cannot wash away the traces left by the battle on the battlefield, and the human lives he carries on his body.

Or at least a few hundred, and coupled with his strong Liaodong accent, it must be closely related to the powerful Liaodong team where Pingxi King Wu Sangui was born.

The two people behind them were quite good at boxing and kicking, but unfortunately their vision was not broad enough, and the layout of the city was still far behind. It was a fluke that they could steal three or four.

However, the Eight Immortals Swordsman understands that not everyone in the world has this vision, after all, his origin is unusual.

He and his junior brother were the former King of Pingxi, Wu Sangui, who defected to Hubei when he was encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Chuang King Li Zicheng. They have the foundation of Wudang Kung Fu, which represents the power of the Wudang Sect in the southwestern region. He became the second master manager of the Prince of Pingxi.

As it should be. Jianghu is a small world. How can the people living in it avoid vulgarity?

Nowadays, among the martial arts masters in the Pingxi Palace, the direct swordsman from Liaodong leads the overall situation, followed by the Eight Immortals Swordsman from Wudang, Hubei, and the two reclusive masters from Emei and Qingcheng.

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but admire the power of Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi.

At the same time, he also heard that there was a sword master hidden in Prince Pingxi’s palace. He was the ace figure who could truly defeat the others. The strength of Prince Pingxi’s men was probably beyond imagination...

But at this moment, King He Dao, who had been unable to attack for a long time, changed his posture, and the illusion in the eyes of the three people with different intentions also suddenly changed. They saw a shadow gradually emerging in the empty valley and deep stream, as if there were fish and dragons coming from the bottom of the water.

Jumping out of the water, completely shattering this calm swamp, and then swallowing all the water, duckweed and algae in the Moon Shadow Pond!

The three masters suddenly woke up, and then they realized that it was King He Dao who stepped on the ground and suddenly raised his sword. He drew the sword towards the old monk who had crossed his legs and entered meditation. The wild goose-winged sword rose up against the ground, ready to cut the old monks into two pieces at any time.

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This move is too cruel. You must know that the spontaneous force rises from the ground and turns into full strength, and the strength of the whole body also rises from bottom to top. The six old monks always maintain a cross-legged posture. Although the upper limbs can be transformed into three heads and six arms, the lower limbs are

After all, it will be difficult to move freely, and if you stay for a long time, you will suffer losses.

When King He Dao was obviously inferior to his opponent in martial arts, he decisively chose to avoid his sharp edge and attack him to save him. In this way, even if the old monks tried to resist with their old tricks, their strength would have to be a little weaker than usual. In addition,

How could he withstand this fierce attack, whether he was calculating or not?

Seeing this, the swordsman couldn't help but secretly sigh. King He Dao was really good at martial arts. He could come up with such a strange move to turn defeat into victory. He was indeed a powerful man who had practiced martial arts by licking blood from the edge of his sword.

When the victory was in hand, the swordsman's alarm suddenly rang loudly. He thought of the knife master he met by chance on the roadside the day before yesterday. His movements were also traceless. At first glance, he would think that the opponent was only successful in one and a half moves, but he couldn't.

After the storm, I thought about it carefully and realized that it was far worse, and the fear in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"Stop now, you are no match for them!"

King He Dao shouted and used his strength again. He moved forward with his sword and was about to cut the nearest old monk in two. However, he suddenly saw six old monks extending their fingers uniformly and pointing towards his location.

Jun's sword was already rising from the ground. How could he withstand the blade with the length of his arm? It was even less possible for him to hold the sword with his sparse posture. It was obvious that he was clumsy in dealing with it.

But the posture pointed out by this finger is [Duan Family Sword Technique] in the eyes of the Eight Immortals Swordsman, and [Yiyang Finger Technique] in the eyes of the boxing master. Obviously, the martial arts moves have been blurred to the extreme, and only one picture remains.

The splash-ink landscape is similar to the landscape, with a few horizontal strokes leaning vertically and horizontally, and the figures faintly appearing in the misty rain.

But in the eyes of King He Dao, this gesture carried the majesty of the sword, and his movements were not pointing at the sword, which was quite shocking. It was like a storm, and he turned to face the light of his own sword, and he

Although I have the sword in my hand, after being away from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood for many years, I once again feel the coldness of becoming a dead soul under the sword!!!

The door in the middle of Wei Tuo Hall opened suddenly, and a majestic and majestic figure flew out across the sky, with bright blood splashing first, and then the figure landed on the ground and shook the soil.

A wild goose-winged sword was thrown far away, and finally it was stuck into the ground, revealing traces of disintegration and fragmentation on the blade. Obviously, if he had not returned the sword to protect himself, the current He Dao King would not only be

He fell to the ground and vomited blood, unable to lie down for a long time!

"Amitabha can make the old monk use the [Six Meridians Divine Sword], and the donor will be proud of himself in the world..."

A faint old voice came out from Wei Tuo's main hall. The gods and bodhisattvas were still watching all living beings, but the door was closed again for some unknown reason. Only the martial arts people outside the hall were left in silence, and the lay people were saying "Snow Mountain Master sacrificed his life".

The intermittent chanting of "Gatha"...
Chapter completed!