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The light was coming fiercely, and the whisk drifted, and thousands of light flashed, covering Chen Sanlang like millions of needles. His whisk was a magic weapon of spiritual power. After practicing for many years, he devoted his life to it and it was very powerful.

It makes sense that he does not attack Xiaoyao Fudao and instead attacks Chen Sanlang. Although Chen Sanlang knows martial arts, warriors and cultivators will often be passive and easily defeated. As long as Chen Sanlang is killed, Senior Brother Zhang will no longer be scruples, and Xiaoyao Fudao will not be able to fly.

The whisk spread out and the attack area was very large, and Chen Sanlang's whole body became the target.

What a scholar, the evil-killing sword raised, and it was located a little bit, and it was poked at the center of the whisk.

Seeing this, Zhengguang sneered secretly. In his opinion, Chen Sanlang's moves were completely a trick, and he would deal with them when he was moved. However, the whisk in his hand was not an ordinary person. If he was blocked by such a sword, wouldn't he have practiced all the Jiazi in the mountains?

As expected, the sword's edge shines coldly, but it is blocked when it penetrates the whisk, and it is soft and unstrained.

Zhengguang smiled grimly and said, "Chen Zhuangyuan, today is the time for you to pay your life."

As he said that, his mind moved slightly, and the dispersed dust whiskers seemed to have spirituality. They gathered back in an instant and wrapped Chen Sanlang's sword blade layer by layer.

Such a wonderful change cannot be accomplished by martial arts. Although there are ways to "bring cloth into sticks" in martial arts, it is not so easy to tie up thousands of threads.

The whisk of the bright light wrapped Chen Sanlang's sword blade tightly. When his wrist trembled, the whisk burst out. He was ready to watch Chen Sanlang's sword weapon turn into scrap copper and iron.

But with this tremor, the changes in things were not as good as imagined.

"Um?"

Taoist Master Zhengguang felt suspicious. His luck was concentrated and he shook again.

Not moving at all!

Chen Sanlang's hand holding the sword was very stable, and the sword blade that should have become like a twist under the erosion of mana seemed to be no different.

"How is that possible?"

Zhengguang did not believe in evil, and exhaled and opened his voice: "Haha!"

Mana infused, and the third shaking with all your strength.

These three shakings can be said to be the masterful magical power of Zhengguang. It has a name called "Sky Transformation". It is because the thousands of threads of his whisk are mixed with rare spider silk, which are refined. As long as the whisk disperses and wraps things around and shakes them gently, whether they are dead or living things, they will become unrecognizable under the influence of magic power and become waste.

The first two mistakes were beyond expectations, and Zhengguang was unwilling to accept it.

However, his cheeks were shaking, and there was still nothing wrong with the sword blade he was holding, and it was all right.

"Hahaha!"

Xiaoyao Fudao laughed heartlessly. Although he knew the sword in Chen Sanlang's hand, he didn't know the specific one, but at least he knew it was not an ordinary class. It was no less than a magic weapon of spiritual power. Zhengguang wanted to use a whisk to destroy it, which was too natural.

Hearing his laughter was like a needle harsh. The face turned like a pig's liver, and it was hard to see it.

"Break it for me!"

The fourth shaking. The muscles on the cheeks leaped up and the beard was raised.

"Why bother?"

Chen Sanlang said calmly. His wrist also shook, but he saw the sharp edge shining, his hair was broken, and his threads fell off. He was blown by the mountain wind and drifted all over the sky.

"ah!"

The Taoist Zhengguang screamed as if he was a heavy hammer, and his feet stepped back several times, and his face turned into a zombie face, which was so white that it was scary.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the bald whisk in disbelief, and then he felt as if someone had cut his face, and his muscles twisted in pain.

This change of face and expression changes are so rich that they are even better than the actors on stage.

"My whisk!"

The howling hurts.

“So awesome…”

Xiaoyao Fudao saw it clearly, and was very surprised when he was refreshed. Chen Sanlang's sword could actually cut off the spider silk, which was too sharp.

What kind of treasure would something that can cut a magic weapon?

"What?"

Senior Brother Zhang was shocked. He knew the whisk of Zhengguang very well. Although the new spiritual level was not long, each of them was extremely tough, far better than steel wire. But under Chen Sanlang's sword blade, it was as fragile as a human hair, and it broke.

"That sword?"

Looking at the sword of the evil, his eyes suddenly changed.

To be honest, the transformed evil-killing sword can only be said to be average, and without being activated, there is no magic power fluctuation at all. It looks like an ordinary sword. Not to mention magic weapons, even the magic weapons that people in the martial arts world are sought after.

It’s not that Senior Brother Zhang’s eyes are sluggish, because the origin of the Evil-Slaying Sword is unusual, and the origin of the magic weapon in normal categories is different, and it is not exposed to the mountains or water.

But even if you are too clumsy, you will wake up in the face of facts.

Seeing the sword and the person, Senior Brother Zhang couldn't help but ponder, thinking that he should reexamine Chen Sanlang?

He was full of energy, holding a sword in his hand, and with the young age, would it be... No, it was impossible, with his vitality, at least three generations of business, he had to have the aura of a royal family, and he was still very young now.

Senior Brother Zhang denied the bold inference and turned to other ideas, and his face became unstable.

At this moment, the sky was gloomy, and the mountain wind turned from the beginning of "huhh" to the whimpering sound. Wuwu, under the influence of the strong wind, dark clouds began to gather, heavy rain brewed and fell in an instant.

The whisk was cut halfway, and the light was like a piece of flesh in my heart. This magic weapon had been sacrificing and sacrificing, and it was closely related. The damage to the whisk was also a huge blow and traumatized.

Chen Sanlang showed such a move, Xiaoyao Fudao's confidence increased greatly. He held the inheritance talisman and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Qingcheng, how do you feel now?"

Previously, Zhengguang and Senior Brother Zhang came together and pointed at him, with awesome momentum, as if he and Chen Sanlang were already on the chopping board, and he cut whatever he wanted. Xiaoyao Fudao was holding his breath in his heart. Seeing Zhengguang being defeated, he naturally refused to miss the great opportunity to sarcasm.

Zhengguang heard this and was angry, but he did not dare to move, so he looked at Senior Brother Zhang.

Senior Brother Zhang stepped forward, graceful and elegant, and had a very mastery style. He said aloud: "Chen Zhuangyuan, do you really want to interfere in this matter?"

Chen Sanlang did not answer, but only raised the sword in his hand to show his attitude.

Senior Brother Zhang sighed: "Since that's the case, even if this is the case, I will offend even if I violate the rules of the school."

Xiaoyao sneered: "It is said that the Taoist priests of Dragon and Tiger are the most hypocritical. Now when they meet, they are indeed better than to meet than to be famous. I admire you."

Senior Brother Zhang was not angry: "Fellow Daoist handed over the box in his hand, and they could turn swords into jade and silk, why not do it?"

Xiaoyao said: "I am not happy, if you have the ability, you can grab it."

Senior Brother Zhang nodded: "This matter concerns all the people in the world, so I will offend you."

Xiaoyao Fudao was so choked by this sentence that he almost rolled his eyes. He robbed him and had to occupy the moral high ground and bring out the people of the world. His face was so thick that it was indescribable:

"Stop talking nonsense. Even if you let the horse come over, I want to see how much power the Taoist magic powers in Longhu Mountain are?"

Senior Brother Zhang didn't say anything, and pulled out a sword with his back hand. The sword was green all over, like a spring water, with light rippling. You could feel a cold breath coming to your face for more than a meter away, so cold that your whole body was about to tremble.

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