Master Xiao's words were very sudden. He said to Dean Zhou, I don't recognize you anymore.
He didn't seem to be worried at all about whether his disciples could stop the Taoists of Wudang Mountain. After all, the cultivation level shown by Wudang Kangxiu before was shocking enough. Taoist Fengming, the number one priest in Qingle Mountain, was knocked down without even a chance to fight back.
Although Master Xiao still has twenty-eight second-generation disciple characters and a Taoist Crane, it seems that he is not sure that he can stop the people from Wudang Mountain. At the beginning, the people on Qingle Mountain were full of confidence, but the situation suddenly changed in the blink of an eye.
Wudang Mountain and Qingle Mountain have the same names, but there is no doubt that Qingle Mountain is recognized as the leader of Taoism because it has been recognized by the imperial court. But who would have thought that a reclusive old Taoist who came out of Wudang Mountain would abolish the great priest of Qingle Mountain. The background of a sect is so clear at this moment.
Wudang Mountain is far farther away than the Yiqi Temple on Qingle Mountain, so it is not a shocking thing to have such an unborn pervert. In comparison, the concept of unity created by Master Xiao has a lot of difference in its background.
Kang Xiu's strength was fully revealed, according to reason Xiao Zhenren should be terrified. But his expression didn't change at all. It seemed that the cultivation shown by Kang Xiu was not as surprising as Dean Zhou's previous statement that he was deliberately waiting for him. But at this time, he said such a sentence to Zhou Banchuan, which was hard to understand.
Dean Zhou smiled faintly and said: "Because you never knew Yanwuyuan... Everyone knows Yanwuyuan, not only from Sui people, but also from Mengyuan, Nanyan, Eastern Chu, and even barbarians. You know that there is a Martial Arts Institute in the Sui Dynasty, and you know that the Martial Arts Academy in the Sui Dynasty is not to be messed with. But where is the Martial Arts Academy not to be messed with? Where is it powerful? Who knows?"
He looked at Master Xiao and said seriously: "What the world sees is what the Yanwu Academy lets the world see."
Master Xiao frowned slightly: "You are Zhou Banchuan?"
Dean Zhou nodded: "Of course."
Xiao Zhenren asked again: "There are rumors in the world that the Yanwu Academy has only had one president for more than a hundred years. It has always been you from the beginning to the end. The so-called predecessor is just a name you used before. This rumor, can really?"
Dean Zhou smiled and shook his head: "Although I have lived for a long time, it really hasn't been that long. Look at that old Taoist over there, he has only lived to be ninety years old and he is already that old. If I have lived already Two hundred years old, at least older than he looks."
"I'm Zhou Banchuan, and I'm also the director of the Academy of Martial Arts."
Dean Zhou said: "But as I said just now, this is what the Academy of Martial Arts let you know."
When Master Xiao heard these words, his face changed suddenly. He turned around suddenly, the black Taoist robe fluttered without any wind, and he floated up slowly, not the kind of sudden sweep, but slowly floated up like stepping on a cloud. He floated higher and higher, gradually reaching the height of the roof.
"Zhou Banchuan, I thought I was here to hold you back, but I didn't expect you to hold me back."
Dean Zhou said: "I have realized it now, it's a little late."
"not late."
Master Xiao said word by word: "As long as I wake up, it's not too late. Prince Yi has planned so much, but it is still not consummated. Now I will go to Prince Yi's mansion. If he is not dead, I can save him." Come out. Then I took him to see the emperor, and killed the emperor among thousands of people. Who can stop me? Don’t talk about the thousands of troops, they can’t even find my trace, how can I stop? "
The old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the boulder saw Master Xiao rising slowly, and his face immediately became solemn: "This is the real Zhoutian Kungfu, and it works perfectly without gaps. Xiao Yijiu...you are so strong This level!"
Dean Zhou looked up at Zhenren Xiao and said, "Since I dragged you on purpose, why don't you leave whenever you want?"
Master Xiao slowly shook his head: "I used to think that you were tall, at least as tall as me. But now I realize that you are simply a mortal. Although your cultivation level is good, you are by no means as tall as the world rumored by the outside world. Wushuang. You can't stop me, if I want to kill you, it's easy."
"Always try."
Dean Zhou said something softly, then raised his finger and pointed at Master Xiao.
"Sword tactics?"
Master Xiao sighed slightly: "How can I not pay attention to the strongest swordsmanship in the world? Unless Wan Xingchen is reborn..."
Before he finished speaking, Dean Zhou gave a soft reprimand. Hundreds of majestic inner energies converged in the mid-air where his fingers pointed, and those inner energies were extremely fierce. It's as if there are hundreds of peerless magic weapons suspended in the sky, sharp enough to tear the air. Following Dean Zhou's soft scolding, those sword qis suddenly condensed into one. A huge long sword that can almost be seen with the naked eye took shape in mid-air. The blade and hilt are clearly visible.
"cut."
Dean Zhou spit out a word softly.
As if the huge long sword had spirituality, it slashed towards Master Xiao who was in mid-air. The giant sword pierced through the air, and the blade was far bigger than Master Xiao's body.
Master Xiao's body was still floating in the air, without any movement. But there was a powerful repulsive force rushing out of his body, and collided fiercely with the giant sword in mid-air. The moment the repulsive force collided with the sword energy, the sky seemed to be distorted.
With a cry, the repulsive force swung the giant sword away and sparks scattered everywhere.
That spark was the sword energy smashed by the repulsive force. In an instant, the sword energy that was stirred up flew out in all directions, and the four or five trees closest to it were cut to pieces by the sword energy at the same time! All the branches of the towering tree were cut off, leaving only a bare trunk. On the trunk, there are densely packed sword marks. The shattered ones slaughtered everything within a radius of ten meters, and several big trees were chopped off their crowns in an instant.
The perennial green pine tree now has only one stake left.
Master Xiao looked down at Dean Zhou standing in the yard and said coldly, "I told you, you can't do it."
"Yeah?"
Dean Zhou asked with a smile.
At this moment, a long sword that was slightly smaller than the previous giant sword appeared behind Master Xiao at some point, and cut towards the back of Master Xiao suddenly when he was leaning over to speak!
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The gigantic sword made of inner strength that appeared in front of Master Xiao was shattered, but it was simply a feint. The real killer move is behind Daoist Xiao. Dean Zhou who was standing in the courtyard was actually dual-purpose, with one sword in front and the other behind. Although the long sword behind Master Xiao is smaller, it is more concise. That sharp sword energy had a faint silvery white luster.
With a chirping sound, the sword energy fell!
At this time, Master Xiao was still leaning over to look at Dean Zhou with a disdainful expression. He didn't seem to notice the ultimate move behind him at all, and his attention was all on Dean Zhou.
But when the long sword was about to land on Xiao Zhenren's back, the sword suddenly trembled violently. It was as if there was an invisible force that forcibly snatched the sword energy from Dean Zhou's hands. The long sword struggled uneasily in mid-air, but failed to escape the opponent's plunder in the end.
Master Xiao smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and held the sword energy behind him in his hand.
"It's only used by small characters in the Jianghu. I never thought that the dignified Dean Zhou can use it."
Dean Zhou didn't seem to be disappointed at all, instead he smiled: "You're wrong, these two sword qis are both Shengdong."
After finishing these words, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Master Xiao. The man drew a circle with both hands, and the Taiji diagram appeared in front of him. The taiji diagram formed by the condensed internal energy is extremely realistic, even as if alive. The two fish, one black and one white, are still chasing and swimming away!
Boom!
That black shadow imprinted the Taiji diagram fiercely behind Master Xiao!
Huge fluctuations rippled out centered on Zhenren Xiao, as if a hurricane suddenly exploded, and the tiles on the roof were instantly lifted into the air by the hurricane, and they were smashed into dust as soon as they flew up. The windows of the library were all broken, and sawdust and dust filled the air in an instant.
The air waves blew into the yard, and all the floating soil on the ground was blown up by the hurricane. It was as if a sandstorm had broken out in the yard, and it was completely yellow! The twenty-eight Qing Leshan disciples who had already formed the small Zhou Tianzheng were staggered by the hurricane.
No one noticed when the old Taoist who was sitting on the boulder disappeared.
There is no doubt that his timing is just right. When Master Xiao's attention was drawn away by Dean Zhou's two sword qi, he made a sudden move. The Taiji Kung Fu personally passed down by his senior brother Zhang Fengshan was stimulated in his hands, and with his cultivation level, it is of course no small matter to strike with all his strength!
When the formation of the twenty-eight disciples in Qingle Mountain was in chaos, Liu Huizheng and Xie Fuyao looked at each other and nodded at the same time. The two rushed into the formation of Xiao Zhoutian like an electric shock. Both of them were bare-handed, but When they were moving forward, they could clearly see the sword energy that they pointed forward. Using the sword energy to carry the Liangyi swordsmanship, taking advantage of the cracks in Xiao Zhoutian's formation, he forcibly tore a hole and broke in.
When Liu Huizheng and Xie Fuyao entered the battle, the dust and smoke had just risen.
But when the two of them broke in, they were suddenly thrown out by an extraordinary repulsion force. But the repulsion did not come from the small Zhou Tianzhen formed by the twenty-eight disciples of Qingle Mountain, but from a person who fell slowly from the sky. Not only Liu Huizheng and Xie Fuyao, but also the twenty-eight Qingleshan disciples were also sent flying by that huge repulsion. Taoist Heju used his strength to accelerate when flying out, quickly rushed to the roof and left without looking back.
The dust cleared.
The old man in a black Taoist robe standing in the yard had cold eyes.
His gaze slowly swept around, his murderous intent getting stronger and stronger.
All around, the disciples of Qingle Mountain groaned in pain. Liu Hui was helping Xie Fuyao up, both of them had blood on their mouth corners. They looked into the middle of the yard, and both of them opened their eyes wide at the same time, and their expressions changed drastically!
Standing in the courtyard, the old man who was respected as the leader of the Taoist sect still looked disdainful. There seemed to be a tear on his clothes, and blood stains could be seen faintly. The Taoist crown above his head has been blown away, and his gray hair is flying in the wind. As for his left arm, the sleeve was broken, and the exposed skin was red all over, and blood dripped down his left arm. But that blood was not his blood.
And this was not something that surprised Liu Huizheng and Xie Fuyao. The reason why they were shocked and terrified was because... Xiao Zhenren who fell in the yard, with his left arm stretched out, his left hand... was pinching the neck of the old Taoist in Wudang Mountain. The dry body of the old Taoist was still swaying in his hands, as if he had lost all vitality.
But obviously the old Taoist is not dead yet, his eyes are fiercely waiting for Master Xiao.
"My big apprentice was right before. A person's cultivation base has nothing to do with his seniority. If His Majesty hadn't rewarded me to be the head teacher of Qingle Mountain, I would still call you uncle when I saw you? No, no, no... I am not from a serious Taoist sect at all. If I met you when I was young, I would call you Master Patriarch. But it is different now... Although you have a high seniority, your cultivation is not as strong as mine. "
Master Xiao looked at the old Taoist, seeing the unwillingness and anger in his eyes.
"You trampled my eldest disciple to death before, and asked him how many people with high cultivation level he has met. Then I will also ask you, have you seen a real master?"
Zhenren Xiao smiled coldly: "Seniority... What a boring thing. Zhang Fengshan thought that sending his younger brother would sweep me away from Qingle Mountain? What an idiot..."
He looked at the old Taoist and asked: "Can you dream? If you can, remember to tell Zhang Fengshan through the dream, and I will go to him."
After saying this, Master Xiao's left hand tightened, and with a click, the old Taoist's head fell off after his neck was broken. Master Xiao looked down at the head, and with a bang, the head turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"My big Sunday is complete."
Master Xiao looked at Dean Zhou: "What are you using to stop me?"