Hebiweng had white hair on his head and bleeding from all his orifices. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
In this Liyang Jianghu, there are only a handful of masters in the Zhixuan Realm, and they are like dead pigs.
The man in black robe grabbed his collar with one hand and carried him to the opened door of the Sutra Pavilion.
Zhao Min covered her mouth with her hands, looking terrified, hiding behind the door at a loss.
"Zhao Min, Princess Dayuan, come with me."
The voice of the man in black robe was hoarse and unpleasant, like a mute rooster. The sound instantly gave Zhao Min goosebumps.
Zhao Min's heart was beating wildly, but as a princess of a country, she had never seen any big storms.
After all, it was after trying hard to calm down the inner turmoil.
He stood up and faced the man in black robes.
"Who are you and what do you want to do to me?"
"You also know that I am Princess Dayuan, so you are not afraid..."
Zhao Minhu pretended to be a tiger and wanted to explain and suppress others.
But before she could even finish her words, her eyes suddenly blurred. The palm of the man in black robe had reached less than a foot away from her.
He stopped in place in shock.
Zhao Min closed her eyes for a moment, only daring to look forward in her heart.
After just waiting for a moment, before the expected pain occurred, she plucked up the courage to open her eyes slightly.
What comes into view is an ancient wooden sword.
The wooden sword blade directly resisted the palm of the man in black robe.
Ripples appeared on the blade of the sword instantly, and together with the zhenqi in the palm of the hand, a mirror phenomenon like ripples appeared in the void.
Unable to succeed, the man in black robe retreated more than ten feet away.
The Taoist priest holding the mahogany sword held his hand behind his back, with the mahogany sword pointed straight at the ground.
The figure blocked in front of Zhao Min.
When Zhao Min saw this person, his eyes suddenly lit up.
This person is none other than Taoist Priest Wang Xiaoping, who is known as the best swordsman in Wudang.
"Get out of the way."
The man in black robe said with an unpleasant voice.
Wang Xiaoping looked cold and refused to give in at all.
"Your Excellency, you think I have no one in Wudang?"
Wang Xiaoping practices the practice of keeping his mouth shut, never speaking out unless he has to, and never pulling out the real sword.
Then a clear old voice sounded from behind the man in black robe.
Wang Zhonglou came through the air and directly blocked the way of the man in black robe.
"Junior brother!"
The deer stick guest came late, and when he saw the unknown crane pen in the hands of the man in black robe, he felt heartbroken and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
The man in black robe was surrounded by Wudang people and showed no stage fright.
He even wanted to capture Zhao Min.
But at this time.
Halfway up the mountain, several roars sounded in succession.
The man in black robe frowned tightly under his black robe.
"Evergreen is indeed better than blue."
"To be able to improve on Chen Zhibao's marksmanship is really extraordinary."
Wang Chonglou stroked his beard gently and laughed deeply.
He didn't even need to see the battle on the mountainside to know everything.
Suddenly forward.
The seven flying swords with flowing light shot straight into the sky, and seemed to draw a brilliant rainbow in the black night sky.
What followed was a young man in white who was forced back to the top of the mountain by the seven swords.
Finally, it landed heavily in the center of the crowd.
He was only half a foot away from the man in black robe.
Wu Changqing's breath was messy at the moment, his chest was rising and falling greatly, and he was breathing heavily.
The stone spear in his hand had broken into two pieces.
The man in black robe looked at the fat man so close, and immediately opened his mouth and turned to attack Wu Changqing.
At the same time, the seven flying swords were still gaining momentum in the sky.
Wu Changqing looked back at another person who attacked him with sharp eyes.
The aura of the man in black robe was countless times more ferocious than that of Wushuang.
If Wushuang is like a clear spring, then this man in black robe is like a mighty river that never stops flowing.
Wang Zhonglou and Wang Xiaoping both had stern expressions.
He had to take action directly.
In this extremely urgent state.
Wu Changqing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This slow and heavy breathing sounded to everyone's ears like a peerless sword being unsheathed.
The man in black robe subconsciously slowed down the speed of his probing palm.
Wang Zhonglou and Wang Xiaoping's eyes suddenly lit up.
between everyone.
Wu Changqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his originally chaotic breath calmed down instantly.
Just like a pool of boiling water, it cooled down instantly.
But in the depths of this cooling lake, there is a huge wave that is about to rise.
I saw Wu Changqing whispering the word "solution".
The momentum around him was like the uncertain East China Sea, where huge waves surged into the sky.
The man in black robe was shocked and quickly stepped back.
That is to say, he just made a retreat.
The ground under Wu Changqing's feet was cracked, and his energy poured out in all directions like a mountain.
The man in black robe still received a slight impact and flew four to five meters away, just three or two steps away from Wang Xiaoping's mahogany sword.
The center where energy explodes.
The heavy mist is billowing until the mist dissipates.
Wu Changqing already had many fine iron objects at his feet.
It looked like armor, but it was too rough and looked more like a torture device.
Wang Zhonglou recognized it at a glance. This was special equipment made by Qingliang Mountain's unique load-bearing smelting technology.
It seems like a thin layer of iron armor, but it sinks the broken bluestone road to a depth of one finger.
These weight-bearing equipment weigh at least 1,000 kilograms!
Thinking of this, Wang Zhonglou suddenly understood.
No wonder Wu Changqing, who already had the ability to control the air, has been so down-to-earth every step of the way since leaving Qingliang Mountain.
At first he thought it was because Wu Changqing was well versed in Taoist practice and did not want to be too public.
Looking at it now, it may be part of the reason, but more importantly, with a heavy load, walking on the air is not much easier than walking.
It's more convenient and effortless than walking.
Wu Changqing's previous fights with Wushuang were completely suppressed.
With this, Wushuang, who possesses the strength of the Diamond Realm and the sword-controlling skills of the Zhixuan Realm, can be forced to go all out.
This shows how strong Wu Changqing is now.
At least they are all outstanding beings in the Vajra Realm.
Just when Wu Changqing had just removed his burden and the spiritual energy in his body was completely circulating.
The momentum of the seven flying swords standing in the air was obviously not fully charged yet, but it seemed as if it felt some fatal threat.
It was too late to continue to gather momentum, and it was like a rainbow hanging upside down in the sky.
Until he crashed into Wu Changqing.
The man in black robe saw this and took advantage of the situation to take action.
However, Wang Xiaoping had already taken the initiative and came to kill with his sword.
Wushuang's figure slowly stepped onto the stone steps of the summit. This was already his third trip to and from the top of the mountain.
Only this time, Wushuang looked very embarrassed.
The luxurious clothes were already in tatters, one arm was hanging down weakly, and there was still a trace of blood dripping from it.
The originally handsome face was now covered by messy hair.
Apparently it was at Sandao that he was so badly bullied by Wu Changqing's spear skills that he was forced to use his ultimate move.
The seven swords can cut down the stars, the sun and the moon.
If he used all seven swords, he still wouldn't be able to defeat Wu Changqing.
Then he would be completely defeated by this young man who was younger than himself.
