When the old man shouted this, we also felt that the situation was not good.

The sloppy Taoist priest told us before that Chi Lang's terrifying swordsmanship has a total of three moves. The first move is the simultaneous attack of nine swords, the second move is the return of nine swords to one, and the most terrifying move is the nine-nine restoration.

It can fire eighty-one swords in succession from front to back, left and right, and no matter how many enemies there are, it can be dealt with with one move.

Even an extremely skilled player would find it very difficult to resist Abbot Lang's ultimate move.

Now, Chi Lang has completely lost his patience and is going to use this terrifying ultimate move to strangle the sloppy Taoist priest directly.

When Chi Lang performed this move, he stood on the stage and measured it.

Especially the nine swords above his head, which constantly transformed into sword shadows.

In just a moment, the entire arena was filled with sword shadows and buzzing.

Around the ring, several elders had already stood up and quickly came to the edge of the ring.

He probably planned to rescue the sloppy Taoist priest at a critical moment.

There are still people who are eager to try and are ready to rush into the ring at any time.

But the sloppy Taoist priest did not sit still and waited for death. He threw the Maoshan jade pendant into the air again, suspended it in mid-air, and quickly formed a barrier.

At the same time, a figure appeared next to the sloppy Taoist priest, covered with purple evil energy, which was extremely terrifying.

The figure that appeared was none other than Sister Na. Her long hair was flying around, covering the sloppy Taoist priest layer by layer.

At the same time, thick purple-red evil spirits also appeared on Sister Na's body, and she glared at Chi Lang.

"Go to hell!" Chi Lang shouted angrily, pointed his hand in the direction of the sloppy Taoist priest, and then countless magic swords shot out in the direction of the sloppy Taoist priest and Sister Na.

The sky is full of sword shadows, extremely chilling.

Everyone's hearts are in their throats.

Two elders wanted to rush to the stage, but they were stopped by Elder Long Shan: "The outcome is uncertain, no interference!"

Each sword exuded powerful lethality and shone with a cold light.

A total of eighty-one swords were struck towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

At that moment I turned my head away, not daring to look.

I was worried about the sloppy Taoist priest, but I was also afraid that Sister Na would be severely injured.

Such a terrifying killing move is so terrifying that I feel that a sloppy Taoist priest may not be able to withstand it.

When Chi Lang unleashed this move, countless sword energy exploded in all directions. The first thing that was unlucky was the sloppy Taoist priest's paper armor.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the paper armor instantly collapsed and turned into talismans, falling to the ground.

Then more sword energy was directed towards the sloppy Taoist priest and Sister Na.

They were all sword shadows, covering the entire arena. Even a fly could be chopped into pieces.

I don't know how long this sword energy lasted, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like it was as long as ten thousand years.

After all the sword energy was gathered back, the eighty-one sword energy turned into nine swords again, which were displayed around Chilang.

And when I went to see the sloppy Taoist priest again, the barrier he had formed with the Maoshan jade pendant had been completely destroyed by the sword energy. Sister Na was also severely injured, and her figure was extremely thin.

But the sloppy Taoist priest was still standing there and did not fall down.

But there were many wounds on his body, his robe was in tatters, and his body was dripping with blood.

After a while, I saw the sloppy Taoist priest move. He reached out and patted the Tiangang Seal hanging on his waist, and took Sister Na back.

Sister Na was seriously injured and must go back to recuperate as soon as possible, otherwise she will lose her soul.

Chilang's magic swords all have runes specifically designed to restrain ghosts. Sister Na blocked at least most of these sword energies, and it was not easy for her souls not to fly away.

On the other hand, Chi Lang was unscathed, and the nine swords lay beside him, still buzzing loudly.

Seeing this scene, the elders standing under the ring also breathed a sigh of relief.

Elder Longshan was also a little reluctant and said directly to the sloppy Taoist priest: "Chiwen, you are already very strong. Just give up. Let alone you, even a poor Taoist will not be able to stop Chilang's sword."

The sloppy Taoist priest did not listen to Elder Long Shan's words as usual, but looked at Chi Lang, the corners of his mouth turned up, and then sneered: "Chi Lang...that's it? I can't even see it."

"You have such a tough mouth! Since you want to die, I will let you die!"

As he spoke, Chi Lang shook his hand, and the nine swords struck the sloppy Taoist priest again.

The sloppy Taoist priest roared angrily, slapped a golden talisman on the lightning wooden sword, and slashed at Chi Lang's magical sword.

In mid-air, the nine swords reunited and turned into a giant sword again, which collided fiercely with the sloppy Taoist priest's lightning-struck wooden sword.

There was a huge roar, and then a miserable groan. The sloppy Taoist priest fell out and hit the pillar of the arena hard. The pillar broke with the sound, and the sloppy Taoist priest immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His body was shaking, but he was still on the stage.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist priest seemed to have completely lost his fighting ability, and he could only breathe.

Chi Lang was very proud and turned to look at Elder Long Shan: "Elder, I think it's not necessary, right? You can announce the results of the competition."

Master Long Shan glanced at the sloppy Taoist priest, sighed helplessly, then turned over and jumped onto the ring, walking to the side of the sloppy Taoist priest: "Zhiwen, you lose."

"He didn't lose!"

As soon as Elder Long Shan finished speaking, a man suddenly appeared behind us.

This person is none other than Master Songhe, the sloppy Taoist priest.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Songhe.

Master Songhe walked straight to the edge of the ring without squinting, and shouted to the sloppy Taoist priest: "Zhiwen, get up!"

As if he heard the master's words, the sloppy Taoist priest's body moved, and he let out a mournful cry, which seemed like a cry and seemed unwilling.

Then, the sloppy Taoist priest stood up again, holding on to his scarred body.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Master Song He under the ring: "Master..."

Master Songhe changed his drunken appearance before. When I looked at him, I felt like he was a real master, and his eyes became extremely determined.

He just looked at the sloppy Taoist priest and said nothing next.

It seemed that the master's eyes gave the sloppy Taoist priest confidence and hope. He tremblingly raised the lightning strike wooden sword again and pointed it at Chi Lang.

"Isn't the golden scale a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters a storm! Chilang, today it's a dragon or a dog. Let's decide the outcome with our last move. Come on!" the sloppy Taoist priest said loudly.

"Okay, then you die!"
Chapter completed!