Chapter 469

The sword of the old road of Qingxuan is the most powerful sword of Taoism. It is powerful and powerful. It is far more powerful than the 18 swords of Yanyu building in Jiangnan.

The sword seemed to come from outside the sky, and fell on the top of the ghost hand in a moment.

The ghost hand crosses half step on his right foot, and at the same time, he is slightly on the side, and it is urgent to avoid the sword. The body of the sword is almost split down at the speed of the clothes close to his chest.

The old way of Qingxuan has been dyeing sword skills for decades. It is a worthy master of sword. When a sword falls, the body of the sword is immediately horizontal, and it is cut to the belly of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand abdomen suddenly sucks, the body is bent forward hard, the body shape follows the Qing Xuan old road sword cross cutting potential road, quickly plunder.

The old way of Qingxuan is like a shadow, and its body shape follows up. The sword momentum is unchanged. The sword front is only half a foot away from the belly of the ghost hand. As long as the speed of the ghost hand is swept back, the soft abdomen will be cut by the sword in the hands of the Qingxuan old road. The belly is broken and the gut flows, and the life is on the spot.

, the sword of Xuan Xuan Lao, mixed up all the cream of the voldemon sword, and it was wonderful to the extreme. When the more than 20 Qingcheng disciples saw the war, they couldn't help applauding.

Even Wu De, who had a calm expression, frowned slightly at this time, thought that the old way of Qingxuan, in order to protect his life, was playing at a super level. He was afraid that he had reached the level of the first-class martial arts at the prefecture level.

The ghost wants to avoid this sword, and does not bring out some real skills. I'm afraid it can't.

The Taoist priest and ghost hands of Qingxuan entered and retreated, attacked and kept, and then exited a dozen meters away. When they saw the back of the ghost hand, they would hit a high wall, and they could not retreat.

Several disciples of Qingcheng temple, as if they saw the ghost hand being stopped by a sword, was killed, and he could not help cheering.

To everyone's surprise, before the back was near to the wall, the ghost hand made a very bold move,

his backward speed was accelerated a little bit, then the waist turned and the body slightly right, and then the waist and abdomen on the left were used to meet the sword cut by the long and horizontal section of Qingxuan road.

"Die!"

The old way of Qingxuan bit his teeth, and the hand holding the sword was more tight, which stimulated all the potential of the body and cut the sword forward and out.

When the sharp sword body is cut on the ghost hand, it is not the sound that the flesh and skin are cut off instantly, but the brittle sound of metal hitting the stone.

The sword of the old way of Qingxuan that exhausted all his real and powerful power was like cutting and cutting on the hard and incomparable stone, splashing out several Mars.

"What is on him?"

The old way of Qingxuan was stunned. Just after this question was raised in his heart, he saw a fist with golden awn, and hit him at an unparalleled speed, and pointed his chest directly at the end of his fist.

The vision of the old way of Qingxuan is steep, as if there is a Buddha in the Golden Buddha, waving his hand's Zen stick, and hitting himself, imposing the power to spread the earth, and making people despair.

"No!"

The old way of Qingxuan secretly called, teeth bite their tongue, pain, the vision immediately burst.

Although the old way of Qing Xuan reacted fast enough, it was not quick but the fist of the ghost hand. When the illusion disappeared, the old way found that the fist from the ghost hand had touched the chest dress, and there was no room to dodge.

"It's over!"

Before the end of the fist touched the skin and meat, the old way of Qingxuan felt a powerful, heavy and vigorous force pouring into the chest, as if to break everything.

The old way of Qingxuan sighed, inspiring the last potential, and concentrating all the real yuan on his chest, hoping to block the startling strike of the ghost hands.

Hope is beautiful, reality is cruel.

The fist of the ghost hand, hit the heart of the old way of Qingxuan, and blew his whole man up and flew. The people were in the air, and the viscera and viscera were completely destroyed and died.

Until death, the old way of Qingxuan did not understand how his sword would be blocked by the ghost hands so easily.

The old way of Qingxuan doesn't know that, because there is no space ring, the ghost hand can only put some yuan stone that Fang Bai gives to himself into the clothes temporarily, and some of them are stuffed into the pocket of the waist.

The sharp and unparalleled sword of the old way of Qingxuan was cut on a stone in the pocket at the bottom left of the ghost hand. The hardness of the Yuan Stone is far beyond ordinary stone, so the sword can not hurt the ghost hand at all.

"Martial uncle!"

Looking at the old Qingxuan Road, 20 disciples of Qingcheng Temple watched the war were stunned for a while, and then they issued a sad call, rushed up and rushed forward to encircle the body of the old Qingxuan road.

"Fight with him!"

After a while, I don't know who was angry. Twenty students of Qingcheng Temple turned around, or they either barehanded and empty handed, or with long swords, rushed to the ghost hand with a common hatred.

The ghost hand bent his head and sorted out the clothes cut by the sword of the old Qing Xuan road. Then he came forward and burst into a group of green city view disciples.

Those disciples of Qingcheng temple, who are also the first-class martial arts of Xuanshi, may cause no small trouble to the ghost hands if they calm down and fight together. But at this moment, they are all in a hot blood, angry and fighting on their own. Where are the opponents of the ghost hands?The ghost hand was angry and ruthless. He almost punched more than 20 disciples of Qingcheng temple, and no one could stop him.

More than ten minutes later, more than 20 bodies appeared on the ground around the ghost hand. On each corpse, there was a deep collapse left by the fist of the ghost hand.

"Change your clothes and let's go."

Fang Bai takes out a suit of clothes from the space ring and throws it to the ghost hand. Then he turns around and walks down the mountain.

Wu Dechong grinned and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.

The ghost hand went to Fang Bai's clothes, and his body was slightly shaken, and the power of Zhenyuan was exposed. His bloody clothes suddenly smashed to the ground, revealing his scarred body full of scars.

"Yanyu building Qingcheng Temple Next, it's Shaolin's turn! "

The ghost hand picked up the clothes and quickly changed it. Then he glanced at the corpses of Qingcheng Temple disciples all over the ground and strode away.

"What's your next stop, brother? If there is a fight, take me with you! Master Dao Keke, Xiaodao, I'm not only good at robbing tombs, but also very good at fighting! "

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Wu De looked at Fang Bai, who was standing on the side of the mountain road with his hands on his hands, and asked with a smile.

In front of Fang Bai, he didn't dare to call himself "the Lord of Taoism". He thought about it, but he thought that "Xiaodao" was more appropriate.

Can't help, who let Fang Bai's strength be stronger than him?

The strength of the ancient martial arts world is the highest, and the one with the best fist is the master. Wu De's low attitude is not only to flatter Fang Bai, but also to recognize his strength.

Fang Bai said with a smile: "I think that compared with fighting, you still have a better future in robbing tombs!"

Wu De thought that Fang Bai was mocking himself, and said with a dry smile, "I know that robbing people's graves is a bad thing, but I've been used to it since I was a child, and I can't lose it any more! Now if I don't do it for three or five months, my hands will itch! "

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