Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, and Yu Daiyan was worried and anxious, so he could only keep silent. Then he looked at the middle-aged monk and asked, "Do you dare to ask me for advice?"

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged monk who was still aggressive before. Although he knew that the old Taoist in front of him was already a hundred years old, he also knew that the other party had indeed been subjected to a crime, but when he saw the old Taoist and heard the old Taoist's voice, he was still afraid.

He didn't understand why he was afraid, but he knew that he could not be afraid in front of the princess at this moment. He forced himself to look at the old Taoist and said, "That's right, it's just the way."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Then please."

Zhao Min waved her hand, and the crowds behind her retreated half a foot, and someone brought tables and chairs. She sat among them, preparing to watch the battle with great interest.

At this moment, a sensation came from behind her, and a young Taoist priest came over.

It is not uncommon for a young Taoist priest to come up to Wudang Mountain, but the smell on the Taoist priest was very pungent, the extremely pungent bloody smell. When the Taoist priest approached, people found that his Taoist robe was almost stained with blood, and even his hands were dripping with blood at this moment.

How many people did he kill?

...

"My junior brother."

"Uncle Master."

Ye Qi walked in front of Zhang Zhenren, wiped the blood from his hands on the Taoist robe, and then saluted.

"Master, I'm late, please rest first, I'll compete with you."

Seeing that he was full of resentment, Zhang Zhenren didn't want him to replace him, but he knew his little disciple's nature and sighed and returned to the crowd among the Wudang.

...

Ye Qi looked at Zhao Min and others. Without saying anything, no one in the venue spoke first.

There are sixty elite soldiers in the army at the foot of the mountain. The young Taoist priest is now standing in front of him and others. In other words, the sixty elite soldiers at the foot of the mountain have died.

With such a martial arts, the world is the best. It’s not that everyone cannot speak, but they dare not. Even if they are as proud and bold as Zhao Min, they are also vaguely frightened when they look at the young man wearing a blood-colored Taoist robe.

"Everyone, wait a moment."

His words were very polite, but when it fell into everyone's ears, it seemed like a sword was inserted into his heart. So after he said it for a while, Zhao Min and other masters could only wait for a while.

...

After a long time, a Taoist priest brought an ancient sword box from Zixiao Palace. Ye Qi took it and opened it, and took out the long sword in it.

The sword body is three feet and two inches long, two fingers wide, and weighs seven kilograms and six liang. It is called Zhenwu.

Ten years ago, Wudang Qiji Sect collected rare and rare iron in the martial arts world to cast a sword. When the sword was completed, a ray of rays of rays of rays reflected in the sky on the statue of Zhenwu God in Zixiao Palace, so this sword is called Zhenwu.

Ye Qi slowly pulled out his sword, looked at the middle-aged monk who had wanted to compete with his master, and asked calmly: "It's you, I hurt my third senior brother ten years ago, and just spoke again to invite my master to fight?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk had somehow developed a deeper fear than when facing Zhang Sanfeng before. He had never experienced this fear, even though he was at the Vajra Gate of the Western Regions, facing the Yuan people, Wanqi.

The ultimate fear is enough to make people forget themselves and to make people collapse.

When he saw Ye Qi raising his sword, the middle-aged monk roared and fled to the Wudang Gate Tower behind him. At this moment, he forgot about the prosperity and wealth of the Yuan people, and also how ruthlessly he would be chased by the court if he escaped.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a very beautiful sword. It was not the beautiful sword, but the sword was very beautiful when it came.

...

The middle-aged monk fell heavily to the ground, and then his head slowly separated from his neck, and blood sprayed like a spring.

Many people were moved, including the Taoist priests in front of Zhenwu Palace, and the Zhao Min who sat among countless masters.

Killing people is never a wonderful thing, because the person being killed is very bad, just like the blood sprayed on the ground, the head that clearly expresses its expression to the extreme fear but is smiling on its mouth.

But when everyone saw the Taoist priest's sword, only the Taoist priest's sword remained in their eyes. The sword was really beautiful, like a clear stream flowing out of the bamboo forest, a rainbow bridge was built between the fog sea and mountains, and a pool of clear water appeared at the corner of the desert. Because it looks good, it looks good.

The blood donated on the blade slowly fell to the ground, making a very slight "tick" sound. Everyone woke up leisurely and looked at the young Taoist priest again. Only then did they realize that the back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Just by exploding a sword and killing people, it affects people's minds. How can this be the sword technique that the human world can possess?

When Dugu Sword Demon stabbed a sword at the sky, that sword was no longer available on earth. When Ye Qi used this sword to kill Cheng Kun, he realized the truth on the cliff for five days and nights. Although he forgot the sword demon's sword, his sword still had a sword intent beyond the reach of the human world.

If a person was born in heaven since childhood, how could he be called a mortal?

...

Zhao Min deserves to be a child in the Yuan army and has grown up under the guidance of countless first-class masters. In addition to Zhang Sanfeng in front of Zixiao Palace, she is actually the first person to wake up.

Even if this young Taoist priest is the best in the world, his sword skills are far beyond ordinary. But if he kills sixty soldiers at the foot of the mountain, how could he be as invincible as he was in his heyday?

A San was scared by him and just wanted to escape. Otherwise, with his first-class level, he would not be able to even take a single move of this Taoist priest.

"A Er, A Da, he is now at the end of his strength, and he will quickly take the heads of others."
Chapter completed!