Taoist chanting

There was a buzzing and low-pitched noise from the crowd of monks watching the battle at both ends of the east and west. The fourth-order masters in the field gambled and fought, and the battle was at its climax. The transition of the battle was too fast, too tight, and too intense. .

It was too late to be nervous and worried. In the next moment, the battle situation had already left their subconscious assumptions and changed unknown.

Every moment is unexpected, exciting, and thrilling like a well-coordinated drill.

All kinds of unpredictable casting speeds, and the sudden linking and echoing of spells broke most monks' cognition of "spells".

Every time Jindan Swordsman strikes or defuses with precision, no more, no less, just right.

The transition between "breaking the law" and "making the law" is so magnificent and natural that they almost forgot that it was a sword cultivator.

Very enjoyable, very enjoyable!
Such a top-notch gambling fight, you can have a fight!
It was the first time for Shui Qingru to see a Jindan swordsman other than his master strike with all his strength, and he secretly admired it in his heart. He is indeed a confidant and friend that his master often mentions. For his understanding of kendo, his master praised him face-to-face, "I am not as good as the old man." He Jianxin's purity is far away." Of course, the master must teach her, "The guy who hits the wall with a single muscle and doesn't look back, you have to learn to have a choice and make your own judgment."

During the Lantern Festival three years ago, she had the honor to listen to the debate between two sword masters about the use of swords. She had a refreshing feeling.

I am used to eating good food and wine, and I occasionally change to a refreshing wild vegetable, which is very flavorful to chew.

She even quietly used her eyesight, just to be able to capture a little bit more of He Guangjun's sword-out speed and subtle trajectory.

The master taught her, "In addition to being broad and broad, you can learn from Lao He when appropriate. It's okay to walk on a pure path and become a family of your own."

The two fourth-tier masters in the arena are sometimes close and sometimes far away, chasing and entangled with each other, setting up ready-made small traps from time to time, trying to stop the opponent's speed for a moment, but when one is hit, the other is bound to be countered.

No one can tell, is it an intentional trick to mislead the other party?
Or the improvisation of fighting instinct?
In the blink of an eye, the two sides killed seven or eight back and forth in the [-]-kilometer field without a moment's slack. Just when the spectators thought that this evenly matched battle would last for a long time, there was a sudden and unexpected big change in the field.

He Guangjun suddenly gave up his defense to defuse the black and red flame attack, cut to the silver sword in the middle, and with a subtle twist of his wrist, he made an unexpected flat shoulder push and sweep, the sword light was cold and mysterious, and a lightning flash appeared in the air , in an instant, he killed the opponent who was close to a hundred feet away.

Shi Yinfang was unavoidable, and he never thought of avoiding it. The opponent's attack of killing each other was exactly what he wanted.

The left hand is like an afterimage, shouting "Break!"

His body grew taller, the cold light passed by, the teeth-stinging rough rubbing sound could be heard for dozens of miles, and the blood splattered. His left leg was broken at the knee, and his right foot was lifted up to escape the catastrophe. The broken leg followed He said the word "Save" again, and it exploded into a blood mist, enveloping his whole body.

He Guangjun, who was being attacked by black and red flames that suddenly turned into needles, heard two exclamations in his ears.

"Break spell..."

"Give up one leg and retreat quickly!"

The faces of Zhou Zhi and Chu Qing'er, who were watching the battle, changed greatly. The spell of breaking away is also called the secret witchcraft of self-mutilation. They didn't know how the martial artist named Shi Yin had the time and energy to refine the witchcraft to such an extent. It is not inferior to Wuwu fighters of the same level.

It has only been 50 years since the tide of spiritual energy rose.

Perhaps, that person is the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the great witch cultivator more than 500 years ago?
Chen Qingqiao tilted his head and ordered the monks beside him to prepare to save people. If he loses the bet, he loses. That martial artist is really too powerful. The trick he used is similar to the secret method of amputating limbs he used to save his life. It is also vicious and hard to guard against.

He Guangjun's left leg hurt, and it was so weird that it broke down to the knee. There was no knife light on his body, and the wound was bleeding profusely. His face was as usual, as if not

Jue, he swung his sword and slashed at the cloud of blood mist, and he saw that the other party was temporarily unable to move due to the use of a secret technique.

When the opportunity never comes again, he is fearless.

The cold light pierced through the sky and the earth, and even the chaotic airflow in the battlefield seemed to stand still for an instant.

A cry broke out among the monks watching the battle at the west end, "Light and cold sword intent, don't fight hard with the stone, withdraw..."

The two women in white skirts hovering in the middle of the court were indifferent, and they did not stop the battle that was about to end in the court.

"Break!"

A burly man drank a secret word in the blood mist that split in two, blood suddenly appeared on the forearm of his right hand holding the knife, and the man grinned grinningly and roared out the second word "Sell!"

The flesh and blood exploded, wrapping him in the blood mist again.

The left-hand pinch formula was not affected by the trauma of the severed arm, it was fast and accurate.

Let's see what tricks the sword repairer who lost his sword can do?

And his witchcraft will reach its maximum power due to the addition of his own blood, flesh and blood, so what can the sword repairer use to resist it?
He Guangjun's right arm fell in severe pain for no reason, and fell to the sea below with the silver sword. The madness in his eyes became more and more intense, his thin lips were pursed into a line like the edge of a sword, and the usual mocking look appeared on his face.

With a move of the left hand, a chixu small black sword appeared out of thin air, stabbing away at the blood group hundreds of meters away without hesitation.

"Sword force, stab!"

He has a temperament that becomes more and more crazy as he gets injured. He has been an official for many years, and outsiders have forgotten that he was once a "sword madman".

Compared with other swordsmanship, the one he has immersed in for the longest and works the most diligently is still the one-style flat stab that he learned when he was just starting out. Even Zhang Guanzhu, who is proficient in the one-style "Immortal Guidance", couldn't help but admit that "the Eastern Continent Sword Cultivator has no Out of the right also."

Jian Guang condensed at one point and suddenly disappeared.

As for the sword that severely wounded the opponent to death, and himself was killed by the opponent's secret method, He Guangjun didn't care.

If you die, you will die, but you only need to understand the sword and see the nature.

"Get out, you idiot!"

Someone at the west end yelled anxiously, that sword cultivator is a lunatic who doesn't want his life, so why isn't this hard and smelly stone also lunatic?
"Blood sacrifice..."

The blood mass exploded, and the man didn't finish the spell, and was hit by a point that was almost upside down, interrupting the casting of the secret technique. The whole figure was like a stone thrown by someone, and it retreated in a straight line, with the afterimage In a trance, in the blink of an eye, he flew out of the water magic circle several miles away, leaving behind a string of blood beads floating in the air.

Zhou Zhi hit the palm of his left hand with his right hand. The fight just now was really thrilling and extremely dangerous.

Almost, that guy named Shi Yin wanted to sacrifice with his own blood.

How could there be such a crazy monk in this world?
Once again, let him meet two guys who don't want their lives, a swordsman and a martial artist, with high combat power and inhuman tenacity. He once again felt that his actions of seeking peace back then were extremely correct.

"In the first match, Eastern Continent, He Guangjun won!"

From a distance came the cold and emotionless voice of a woman in a white dress.

The color of He Guangjun's treasured clothes was dim and torn in several places. He attacked with a needle made of black and red flames. The moment the warrior uttered the word "blood sacrifice", he felt extremely dangerous heart palpitations.

However, he won.

Comparing with him is faster than crazy, he is never willing to be left behind.

Even if that guy was lucky, he had to gain some momentum for the second stab, and he couldn't make a timely move, otherwise the two stabs would superimpose, no matter what kind of witchcraft protection he had, it would be useless.

Tanshou put the broken arm, broken leg and silver sword in his bosom, holding it like this, the madness in his eyes had already subsided, he nodded calmly at the woman in the white skirt in the distance, turned around and flew back to the east.

Move fast and pose handsomely.

It was a joke made by an unscrupulous viewer when chatting with him.

He couldn't get up fast at this time, he had stopped the bleeding from the two wounds, his body was already a mess, the black and red witch fire that had attacked into his body, all four

There is chaos everywhere, and he is trying his best to suppress it.

The monks watching the battle on the Eastern Continent burst into cheers like mountains and seas.

"He Daochang, mighty!"

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