As soon as I saw Old Man Jia draw his sword, I knew the sloppy Taoist priest was in big trouble.
This old man used the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword. He had reached the point of proficiency, and he was rushing to kill the sloppy Taoist priest whenever he made a move.
When the big sword in his hand collided with the lightning-strike wooden sword in the sloppy Taoist priest's hand, the sloppy Taoist priest was shocked all over, his face instantly turned pale, and he flew backwards.
Then Old Man Jia made a mistake in his steps, and he immediately jumped into the air. He held the knife in both hands and slashed the Huashan Mountain with his strength, slashing a fierce sword towards the sloppy Taoist priest.
"Lao Luo!" At that moment, I didn't think much about anything. I quickly stepped forward, placed my canopy ruler in front of me, and blocked the sword of the sloppy Taoist old man Jia.
When that terrifying blade landed on the canopy ruler, I felt as if a big truck was crashing into me at a speed of a hundred miles. Before I knew what was going on, I flew out.
Old Man Jia is really fierce. If he said he could finish us off within ten moves, that would really be a compliment to us.
Three moves, both of us were a little unable to bear them.
No wonder the three brothers of the Jia family are able to run rampant. The practitioners in this family are each more powerful than the last.
When my body flew backwards and was about to hit the wall, suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind, pulling and pulling me, and using the force, I felt that my body suddenly became light and airy. , and finally landed firmly on the ground.
However, the impact of this sword still made me feel the surge of energy and blood, and my internal organs were tumbling for a while.
When I stood firm, I looked behind me and found Gu Haoran standing behind me.
He was the one who caught me just now, otherwise I would probably have half my life left when I hit the wall.
"Thank you, Brother Gu." I said.
Gu Haoran nodded, then walked towards Old Man Jia with his sword in hand, stopping four or five steps away from him.
When Old Man Jia saw Gu Haoran's appearance, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He also felt that Gu Haoran was a very powerful master.
After I stood firm, I quickly ran to the sloppy Taoist priest and helped him up from the ground: "Lao Luo, are you okay?"
"It's okay, this old man is really fierce." The sloppy Taoist priest said sadly.
When I helped the sloppy Taoist priest up, I found that his body was shaking slightly, especially the hand holding the lightning wooden sword, which was torn at the tiger's mouth and was shaking very badly.
Not to mention the sloppy Taoist priest, even if his master, Taoist Master Songhe, came over, he would definitely suffer when facing this old man Jia.
He is an old man.
The sloppy Taoist priest was only in his early twenties, and I was only seventeen or eighteen years old. The two of us were bundled together, and we were not even half his age.
The cultivation we have accumulated over the years is not something that two young boys like us can fight against.
Although we can't, Gu Haoran should be fine. This man is about forty years old, has excellent swordsmanship, and is a disciple of Master Yangqing of Shangqing Palace.
Sure enough, when Old Man Jia looked at Gu Haoran, his eyes were a little wary and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Can you tell me your name?"
"Henan Gu Haoran!" Gu Haoran just said a few simple words, then raised the magic sword in his hand and pointed it at the old man Jia. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and he was going to have sex with him. rhythm.
Hearing Gu Haoran's name, Old Man Jia hesitated for a moment, and Jia Changchuan and Jia Changhong behind him couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"But Gu Haoran, who claims to see blood with his sword and kill one person with seven swords?" Jia Changhong couldn't help but ask.
"Friends in the martial arts world are giving me face. I'm just bragging about it. Killing one person with seven swords is a bit exaggerated. It's true that you will see blood when you use the sword." Even at this time, Gu Haoran still behaved very modestly.
Old Man Jia took a careful look at Gu Haoran, and suddenly laughed and said: "When you draw a sword, you will see blood, but you don't say whose blood you will see. If you can't win, just draw your own sword. It can also be said that when you draw a sword, you will see blood." Will you see blood?"
"Senior Jia, can you tell whose blood you are seeing?" Gu Haoran said lightly.
"Okay, I will try the power of your Seven Skills Heart-locking Sword. I want to see if you are more powerful with the Seven Skills Heart-locking Sword or the eight-door golden locking sword in my hand." Old Man Jia snorted coldly. said one voice.
"Skills have no shortcomings. It all depends on the person. Although this sword technique is powerful, if you are not good at it, no matter how powerful the sword technique or sword technique is, it will not work." Gu Haoran was obviously very confident in his sword skills, and he still maintained the expression on his face. Calm smile.
Old Man Jia had lost his patience. The long knife in his hand swung and buzzed, and he began to slowly approach Gu Haoran.
And Gu Haoran also raised the magic sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Old Man Jia.
The two of them moved very slowly, and their eyes were locked on each other.
When masters fight each other, life and death are all in a matter of thoughts, and neither of them dares to take advantage of them.
Not long after, the swords in the hands of the two collided together. It was not too violent, but the tip of the sword touched the blade, making a slight crisp sound.
However, under the feet of the two of them, a sudden wind blew for no reason, causing dust to fly for a while.
The atmosphere made me and the sloppy Taoist feel excited.
The victory or defeat of these two people determines our life and death.
However, even after the swords collided, they still didn't make a move. They just stared at each other, standing there motionless like two sculptures.
I know in my heart that both of them are waiting for the other to make the first move, and both are looking for flaws in the other.
The confrontation lasted for a full minute, and my nervous palms became sweaty.
But in an instant, the two of them suddenly moved their hands at the same time.
Suddenly, there was a fierce sound of clashing swords in my ears, and the jingling sound was like the sound of a blacksmith's shop.
During the fight, the wind was fierce and the swords were full of energy. It was a lively fight.
Moreover, the two of them were so fast that we couldn't see clearly how they fought. Wherever they passed, there were deep footprints on the ground.
Just as the two of them started to take action, Jia Changchuan and his two brothers immediately set their sights on me and the sloppy Taoist priest.
"Brother, you deal with that pretty boy, and I'll deal with that foul-mouthed Taoist priest!" Jia Changchuan said.
"Okay, be careful, that little Taoist priest is so cunning and scheming!" Jia Changhong said, running towards me with a knife in hand.
Jia Changchuan said hello, and there were more than a dozen people beside him, who followed him and rushed toward us.
The sloppy Taoist priest pushed me and said: "Small calamity, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. Whether we can survive or not depends on our ability."
As he spoke, the sloppy Taoist priest shook the lightning-strike wooden sword in his hand and recited two mantras. After a moment, two identical versions of himself appeared next to him, and they directly used the soul-splitting technique.
