When old rivals met, Merdisheng didn't say much. He reached into his arms and took out a gleaming dagger.
Judging from the length, it would be more appropriate to call it a short sword rather than a dagger.
Just from the light of the blade, it can be seen that this dagger is absolutely extraordinary, and it is probably a top-quality spiritual weapon that has experienced thunder tribulation.
"Why didn't I know before that you could actually use a weapon?" Saint Bing Chi flashed a sharp look in his eyes and said in a leisurely manner.
"There are still many things you don't know." Mo Disheng slowly raised the dagger and pointed it directly at the chest of Saint Bing Chi, but the expression on his face did not change at all, "For example, how long have I been training hard for this moment? Swordsmanship.”
Before he finished speaking, his white body turned into a swift shadow, leaping out like a rocket. With a wave of his right arm, five or six dazzling sword flowers shot out in an instant, directly striking the Ice Chi Saint's face and chest.
This sword is as fast as lightning and as powerful as a swimming dragon. It actually has a hint of the true meaning of swordsmanship. The fighting style is completely different from that of the former master of the Dark Temple. If someone who doesn't know about it sees it, they might mistake him for Mo Di. Sheng is a swordsman.
Both of them were unable to use their spiritual power. He calculated mentally and unintentionally, and soon took the advantage and firmly suppressed his old enemy.
After fighting for a moment, he suddenly took a slanted stance with his sword, twisted his arm at a weird angle, and stabbed the Ice Chi Saint directly into his right eye. This move was both swift and tricky, making it hard to guard against.
"Ding!"
Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron colliding, a unique scimitar appeared in Saint Bingchi's hand at some point.
The surface of the scimitar emitted a frightening cold light, and the widest part of the blade reached about seven inches. The Ice Chi Saint turned it sideways and used it as a shield to block Mordisheng's sword attack.
It actually blocked it?
Even though it was just a simple exchange of weapons, Mo Disheng's heart was filled with turmoil, and he couldn't believe what he saw and heard.
You must know that the dagger in his hand was made by a top-level weapon refiner who passed away a hundred years ago. It is called the "Xunlong Dagger". It blows away the hair and breaks the hair, and is extremely sharp.
Legend has it that on the day the dagger was made, it caused a strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth, and attracted two thunderbolts, which severely injured the weapon master. He became bedridden, and soon passed away in the west of the river.
How can a weapon that can cause thunder calamity be comparable to ordinary magical weapons?
Therefore, Mo Disheng deliberately hid this weapon in the snow, and endured it for several years, secretly practicing swordsmanship. Until now, everyone had no spiritual power, so they could only take it out in close combat, expecting to be able to kill everyone. Invincible.
However, after blocking the sword, the scimitar in Saint Bingchi's hand not only did not break or shatter, it was as bright as ever, with not even a scratch left on the surface.
"What a cunning old boy!"
I saw Saint Bing Chi waving the scimitar in his hand while yelling, "When it comes to shamelessness, no one in the world can be better than you!"
Just as Mo Disheng had never shown his sword skills in front of others, Saint Bing Chi always used his bare hands and did not use weapons when facing enemies.
However, when this scimitar was deployed in his hand, it was not only powerful and heavy, but the moves were like rolling waves, continuous and continuous. It was obvious at a glance that he was an experienced swordsman, and it could not be learned by cramming in a few days. become.
"What kind of weapon do you have?"
The two of them were swinging swords and daggers, back and forth, the ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping banging was extremely fierce, and it took a long time to decide the winner. Mo Disheng couldn't attack for a long time, his face gradually became ugly, and he couldn't help but ask .
"You don't even recognize me, the butcher's knife?"
Saint Bing Chi chuckled and returned Mo Disheng's words just now, "It seems there are many things you don't know!"
The two of them didn't agree with each other, and once again they swung their swords and jingled into each other.
"Dang!"
After fighting like this for a long time, Mo Disheng finally spotted an opening. The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, and stabbed the wrist of Saint Bing Chi fiercely, forcing his right palm to loosen and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.
"boom!"
At the same time, Saint Bing Chi suddenly raised his right leg, kicked Mo Disheng's right arm, and kicked the Dragon Seeking Dagger out of his hand.
Seeing that both sides' weapons were out of hand, a sharp look flashed in Mo Disheng's eyes, and he suddenly swung his fist upwards, hitting Saint Bing Chi hard in the face.
"boom!"
Saint Bing Chi reacted very quickly. He raised his left hand to block the oncoming punch, then stretched out his right arm and sent a right hook straight towards Merdisheng's cheek.
The two saints had no spiritual power and lost their weapons. They were fighting like gangsters in the market. You punched and kicked each other, and they started fighting on the spot. Soon, their noses and faces were swollen, and their skin was torn. The fighting scene was so down-to-earth that if it were If other people in the Holy Land saw it, their jaws would drop to the ground in shock.
…
"Ding!"
At the same time, somewhere in this mountain range, the black stick of Saint Seven Stars collided head-on with the sword in the palm of Saint Lingxiao, making a crisp sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
"What a sword!"
The two of them each took two steps back. The Seven-Star Saint looked at the tiny gap cut by the sword on the surface of the stick and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Among us, Brother Ling Xiao's city is indeed the most unfathomable. Obtained such a peerless magic weapon without any noise!"
"Peerless magic weapon?" Saint Lingxiao said calmly, "Where did you get the peerless magic weapon? This is a gift from Piaohua Palace. We old guys each have one. I heard that it was a trial of a weapon refiner girl. It shows that there is no sincerity in this work.”
Seven-Star Saint: "..."
It's a pity that he is not Zhong Wen, otherwise the words "Versailles" might have been blurted out and sprayed directly into the other person's face.
He was about to say something, when his eyes suddenly fell behind Saint Lingxiao. His eyes shone with joy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had seen something worth being happy about.
Saint Lingxiao's heart was frightened, and he quickly looked sideways, only to see an old man with white hair and a white beard, and a stooped body appearing at the exit of the woods behind him.
The old man was so short and so thin. Just standing there gave people a trembling and shaky feeling, as if he would be blown down by the wind at the next moment.
His face was slightly pale and full of wrinkles, and his lips were slightly open, revealing crooked front teeth with several missing teeth. He could be described as senile and without the slightest trace of a cultivator's spirit.
However, the moment he saw the old man, Saint Lingxiao's body trembled slightly, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
The dignified saint actually smelled a hint of danger from an old man who could barely stand.
"Who are you?"
Saint Lingxiao's heart was turbulent, but his face was calm, and he just asked lightly.
"Strange Valley, Laojun."
The white-haired old man spoke like a real person, his voice kept trembling, as if it was difficult to even speak, "I have met Saint Lingxiao."
"Laojun?" Saint Lingxiao frowned slightly, obviously he had never heard of this title.
While he was deep in thought, the Seven-Star Saint moved.
His body turned into a black flash of light, moving like a rabbit, and the black stick in his hand stabbed the heart of Lingxiao Saint fiercely with an astonishing momentum.
"Dang!"
Saint Lingxiao instinctively raised his sword to block, and the two of them waved their weapons and fought again.
Only this time, a small part of his attention was focused on Lao Jun behind him. He was unable to concentrate when facing the enemy, so he was helpless and soon fell into a disadvantage.
"Dang!"
After more than ten moves, the short stick and the long sword collided fiercely again. This time, the Seven-Star Saint was condescending, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and the sound of the swords striking each other was deafening and resounded through the sky.
Perhaps the sword in Saint Lingxiao's hand was too sharp. Under the influence of the huge force, the short stick in Saint Seven Stars' hand was cut off and turned into a shorter stick.
Saint Lingxiao was also shaken to the point of numbness. He stood there blankly and fell into a brief stiffness.
In such a short moment, Laojun suddenly moved.
The old man who looked as skinny as a stick and swayed in the wind actually took long strides and limped towards the direction of the two saints and started running.
His running posture was extremely weird, like a disabled person, but his movements were as fast as a shooting star, and his speed was unimaginable. He rushed to the two of them in one breath, and his skinny arms suddenly reached out, and two of them were like chicken feet. The palms of his hands firmly grasped the shoulders of Saint Lingxiao.
not good!
At this time, Saint Lingxiao had recovered from his stiffness, his face changed slightly, and he exerted force on both arms at the same time, trying to escape from the palm of this weird old man.
"excuse me!"
Lao Jun grinned, and a bright light suddenly emitted from his body, which stung the eyes of the other two people.
At this moment, in the eyes of Saint Lingxiao, his smile was so ugly, so annoying, so terrifying...
