Being scolded by Yu Miaohe, Taoist priest Baihe couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "Bitch, since you want to die, I will give you a ride!"
Just as he uttered a sharp scolding, the White Crane Taoist priest suddenly felt the wind blowing from the golden blade behind his head, and the cold electric light spread out like a bright moon, slashing straight towards his neck.
At this moment, the Taoist priest Bai He was so shocked that he hurriedly raised his sword with his wrist. Fortunately, he had been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years, and his swordsmanship was extremely proficient. This move came first, and his position was perfect, and he was able to block it.
A fatal blow.
For a moment, Bai He Taoist saw a pair of calm and cold eyes. Most of his opponent's face was covered by a cloth. But the cloth seemed to be just a sleeve, used as a temporary mask. Presumably the opponent did not have any
Come prepared.
The White Crane Taoist priest secretly marveled, but did not dare to show any slightest hesitation. He took advantage of the situation and showed off his unique skills. The sword seemed slow but was urgent, and the sword flowers were well-proportioned. In just a few moves, he regained his disadvantage and forced the masked man to the left and right.
He couldn't give way in succession.
The White Crane Taoist priest had the upper hand and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he see clearly that the weapon in the masked man's hand turned out to be the Emei Thorn that Yu Miaohe had thrown earlier.
Thinking that this Emei thorn was quenched with poison, and that he had just ignored it for a moment and was almost taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao, Baihe Taoist couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Feeling lucky and energized even more, the White Crane Taoist priest threw out his fast swords in succession, never leaving the opponent's vital points. At the same time, he did not forget to say coldly: "The Hengshan Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique is just superficial, how can you defeat Pindao?
Those who know better should arrest him earlier, otherwise he will inevitably lose his life."
The masked man didn't say a word, and his moves suddenly changed. The original moves were light and agile, and suddenly turned to open and close. His fists were like a diamond to slay demons, and his swords were like Tiangang to slay demons. The fists and swords were used at the same time, and they complemented each other.
White Crane Taoist Priest was secretly surprised, and he also stepped up his strength. His sword moves were as dense as a net, without revealing any flaws.
After fighting tit-for-tat for more than a dozen moves, Baihe Taoist knew what he was doing and couldn't help but sneer: "Shaolin Fuhu Luohan Fist, Wudang Liangyi Suppressing Evil Sword, the intention is not bad, but the intensity is too different, I'm a poor person."
If I want to defeat you, it’s only a snap of my fingers.”
He seemed to have a plan in mind, and his sword moves were even more skillful. When the masked man saw that the situation was not good, his thoughts suddenly changed again.
I saw that he transformed his fist into a palm, which contained Manjushri's dharma, and his horizontal sword became a sword. The sword contained a knowledge of the mysteries of slaughter. The sword contained palms, and the palm also contained a sword. There was something unique about his moves that was free and unrestrained.
The Taoist priest Bai He was completely surprised. He dealt with it attentively and scolded in a deep voice: "What a treacherous scholar. What he has learned is really complicated. Since you are familiar with Tong Hua and the master's methods, how dare you use the Zhongnan sword technique?"
A showdown with Pindao?"
The masked man turned a deaf ear and kept coming up with clever tricks and tricks. The more the White Crane Taoist priest fought, the more he became more frightened and suspicious. In a flash of thought, he yelled angrily: "Shu Zi! Do you really think that poor Taoist people are easy to bully?!"
After drinking, the White Crane Taoist put away his temptation, and his moves became more and more strange and spicy. He saw the sword glowing like a living snake, the cold sword edge running around him, clearly intending to choose someone to devour.
The masked man was at a disadvantage for a moment, but he did not panic at all. His feet were firmly planted on the Big Dipper, and when he drew his sword, he was able to change the sky and thunder without any mistakes. His advance and retreat were perfectly coordinated, and he seemed to have the dignity of everyone.
A gleam flashed in the eyes of the Taoist priest White Crane, and he laughed loudly and said: "I am just a free and easy traveler, but I dare to practice axe. Shuzi, Shuzi, do you know where the name 'White Crane' comes from for this poor Taoist?"
As he spoke, the White Crane Taoist priest's feet spun rapidly, and his movements suddenly accelerated several times. His light and elegant posture was just like that of a crane flying in the dust, which was a mysterious and unparalleled movement technique.
The masked man was unable to move, and was instantly caught in the shadow of numerous swords. He made a decisive decision at the critical juncture, and the Emei thorn in his palm was so powerful that it pierced the White Crane Taoist priest's chest. He was turning complexity into simplicity, and never departs from his original principles.
The White Crane Taoist priest had already made a plan. When he saw this, he let out a long laugh. When he was fully improving his Yuan Gong, he swung his sword and slashed furiously. The pure internal energy accumulated through decades of life training was everywhere, and he immediately shocked the masked man until his mouth cracked. That weapon
The Emei Thorn took off his hand and flew several feet away!
The White Crane Taoist took the lead with one move, leaving no room for action. The sword light flashed like the Milky Way, and sharp lights rushed out, intending to cut the masked man into pieces.
The masked man lost his weapon, and his aura became more and more condensed. He moved his two fingers parallel to the sword, and in a trance, it seemed as if there was a supreme mysterious power flowing in it.
The execution of sword moves is no longer restricted to any sect, but draws on the strengths of others and uses them at will. The offensive and defensive momentum is completely new, just like being reborn. It is as majestic as the rising sun in the sky, as cold as the lonely star in the cold moon. It is a famous sword that is elegant and proud of the world.
The White Crane Taoist Master never expected that his opponent would become stronger as he fought, and he had no idea of the depth of his abilities. After more than ten moves, he not only managed to reverse the situation, but even turned against the enemy. His sword pointed and struck vertically and horizontally, and his sword power was unpredictable, as if he had the bearing of a master.
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Just when he was in a state of shock and confusion, Priest Baihe suddenly saw Yu Miaohe Su raising his hand slightly and putting the antidote in his palm into Tong Hua's mouth.
White Crane Taoist priest suddenly felt a chill all over his body. In a rage, he blurted out: "You bitch, how dare you!"
Knowing that Tong Hua would not let him rest once he was freed from the poison, White Crane Taoist Priest became furious and wanted to break away from the battle group and attack.
But how could the masked man be so easy to deal with? The intensive offensive could not be launched at any time, and the White Crane Taoist was tightly entangled.
As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart, and evil comes from the side of the courage. Baihe Taoist knew that it would be extremely difficult to be good this time, so he used his sword moves without reservation. Suddenly, he saw the fast sword flying in a series of slashes, soaring into the sky with a cold light, and the sharp edge was bright.
Heavy sword shadows were formed, and murderous intent was overflowing from the indistinguishable reality, and he vowed to kill the masked man on the spot.
The masked man was unafraid in the face of danger, and watched the enemy's opportunities with his sharp eyes. With a deep drink, he thrust out two fingers from his mouth and took the sword of the White Crane Taoist.
The Divine Art of Light broke through the illusion, and the Lingxi Lock was in full swing. The White Crane Taoist priest suddenly felt that the long sword in his hand was suddenly locked tightly by the fingers of the masked man.
The White Crane Taoist Priest was shocked. Just as he was waiting for his luck to take back the sword, the masked man advanced forward as fast as a ghost, and struck him in the chest with a thunderous palm.
The White Crane Taoist priest did not expect that the opponent's movement skills were so superb. His internal organs were injured when the palm was struck. He had to endure the sweet taste in his throat and let go of the sword and flew back.
The masked man grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed the sword towards the White Crane Taoist's shoulder with his backhand. At this moment, the White Crane Taoist let out a deep grunt, and the iron-bone whisk originally resting on his shoulder suddenly swung out.
Accompanied by a clicking sound, the machine gun shuddered, and the silver threads shot out like dense rain, completely covering the masked man's body in an instant!
Something unexpected happened, and a murderous calamity was imminent. Yu Miaohe, who was watching the battle, was so heartbroken that he couldn't help but let out a scream.
At this time, I saw the masked man flying at his feet, suddenly rising more than ten feet high, soaring into the sky with a strong aura, just like a cloud and dragon ascending to the sky. His extraordinary grace is breathtaking.
Standing in mid-air and condescending, the masked man didn't hesitate at all. He quickly shot out the long sword in his hand, instantly splitting the universe and striking a rainbow, killing the White Crane Taoist who had already been dumbfounded.
Immediately, there was only a pitiful groan, and where the frost blade left silver marks, only blood spattered five steps away.