Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao were secretly shocked, but it was too late when they wanted to run away. There was night light on the high wall; they could clearly see the old faces of the men in black Confucian robes, and their lonely eyes locked on the two of them like nightingales. Duccio lost for the first time.
He was so decisive that he almost appeared on the top of the high wall of the Wang family; he directly pointed his claws at Zhao Zhengli, who had disguised himself as a middle-aged man, with a glint of joy that he was about to capture his prey flashing in his eyes.
Zhao Zhengli knocked back the two of them with one palm without knowing why; and was frightened by the huge claw that came out. He decisively and sharply pulled out the purple Yang sword wrapped in coarse cloth on his back, gathered his true energy and slashed against the air, "Bah!" 'I saw a purple sword of tens of feet cutting the sharp claw in half.
At the same time, the coarse cloth wrapping the Purple Yang Sword in Zhao Zhengli's hand shattered, revealing the purple psychedelic scabbard. Only then did everyone realize that the sword light that was dozens of feet long was actually slashed out from an unsheathed sword.
"how come……"
Du Qiao's face froze, his great master's methods were so unbearable? Even though he was just casually probing his claws, it was from a great master after all. The disparity in the same realm was like a chasm in the sky. What's more, the two of them were separated by a big realm. How could they be blocked so easily? It is precisely because Du Qiao is someone who has experienced this and understands the huge difference between a master and a grand master that he, who is as old as a man, loses his composure on the spot.
Soon, Du Qiao became more determined not to let it go. His old eyes flashed with evil, and he raised his hand to make a hand seal of destruction with the charm of the Grand Master's Law.
call!
The aura of death instantly enveloped the entire Wang family's mansion, and no matter how high or low they were, they were stopped by the sudden change. After all, the Xiang army did not wash away on the battlefield, and lacked a violent spirit. They were as frightened as the mortals in the mansion and trembled like cicadas.
Xiao is a group of pretentious young geniuses. At this moment, he also feels that he is as insignificant as an ant.
However, among the crowd, the "second attendant" of Princess Dali's eyes were wild and her fighting spirit surged. She drew out the purple Yang sword in her hand, the purple light flashing; she slashed several swords with lightning speed, each time A sword has the power to open mountains and cut rivers.
In front of everyone's attention, they thought that this collision would be evenly matched, but unexpectedly, the palm prints with the rhythm of law defeated several swords with overwhelming force, approaching Princess Dali's second entourage below.
This is the iceberg side of the Tao Yun Law.
Chichi!
The oncoming force was so fierce that it was impossible to avoid it; Zhao Zhengli held the blade of the sword with one hand and the hilt with the other, gathering his true energy on the long sword to form a giant sword of true energy that resembled a strong shield, blocking the palm print of the great law.
With a bang, Zhao Zhengli and his sword were slapped away with a palm. A huge palm print was dented in the hill in Wang's backyard like tofu. In the palm print was a sword-wielding man wearing burlap and rags with unkempt hair and dirty face embedded in it. The long purple sword in his hand was firmly in place. Protecting his chest tightly, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and most of his 'face' was broken and peeled off, revealing a handsome and handsome face, fair and ferocious.
Everyone was shocked.
"He didn't get slapped to death? And he was transformed as a blessing in disguise?"
"What a rebirth, this is clearly his true appearance!"
"He is... the son of a rebellious minister?"
"So strong, he can actually withstand a palm from the Grand Master. It seems that the rumors are true. He really has the strength to defeat the Grand Master of the Pseudo Realm, and now he even rivals the Grand Master!"
Du Qiao was only surprised for a moment, and then he ducked over the high wall and attacked Zhao Zhengli, who revealed his true face, at an extremely fast speed, leaving a black shadow in the night sky.
boom!
There was a thunderous sound; the sword energy that almost tore through the void cut off Du Qiao and continued to approach. The flowers, plants and shrubs in the place where the sword energy passed were all broken into pieces.
Everyone looked sideways and followed the deep knife marks left; they saw an unshaven middle-aged man holding a knife in both hands: "We have something to discuss! If the Du family really wants to gain a foothold in the temple, you might as well let me put in a good word for you." In other words, it’s indecent to use a knife or a gun!”
Du Qiao glanced at him: "Chen Xiaoyao, you are an idle person, how dare you make such arrogant remarks? Who gave you the confidence?"
He touched the thunder knife nonchalantly: "Of course there are noble people in the temple!"
Ducci hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh? In that case, I will let you live!"
At that time, Zhao Zhengli walked out of the sunken palm prints on the hill with anger all over his body. He tore off the broken skin as he walked, revealing a face that made women admire him: "In the past few years since I have been in the world, I have never met a shameless old man like you. You scoundrel, even if you bully a small one, I will attack you without saying a word, and I have avoided you several times, do you really think that I am afraid of you, the great master?"
The true energy all over his body surged like a flood, and the 361 acupoints formed a tornado vortex, covering his whole body. This was the chance of opening acupuncture points that he had received in the Black Lu Temple in the past.
In this way; he was like a wild beast that took the initiative to attack Du Qiao in black Confucian robes.
Bang!
Du Qiao passively resisted; everyone present was confused by the behavior of the rebellious minister's son. Even Du Qiao was puzzled that the Grand Master took the initiative to provoke the Grand Master, just like a child provoking an adult and seeking death.
Du Qiao rolled up his sleeves and unleashed his monstrous energy. He once again knocked the fierce Zhao Zhengli away, knocking down a large area of exotic flowers and shrubs in the backyard. He stumbled to his feet and was dozens of feet away. He spat out the weeds and dust in his mouth, not forgetting to laugh at himself. : "It's much better than the old witch's fake state in Nanzhao!"
Du Qiao took the initiative to attack at this moment, and saw a black shadow within ten steps of Zhao Zhengli in an instant.
bass!
Zhao Zhengli did not dare to be too big, so he raised his sword and used the Qingcheng Sword Technique as the basis to execute the ninth form of the "Double Ninth Nine Cauldron Sword" "Chongyang Aspiration". Although this sword can be completed in one go, it cannot be achieved without the mastery of the first eight forms, as well as his own Massive amounts of infuriating energy pave the way.
Bang!
I saw nine sword energies stacked up into one sword, slashing directly at Du Qiao who was ten steps away.
The young prodigies from all over the world and the people in the Wang family's mansion were all horrified, and no one dared to confidently accept the Nine Swords Unification Style.
when!
However, such a shocking sword was defused by Du Qiao as casually as a stick thrown at him by a child.
On the surface, it looked like he was able to resolve it easily, but in fact, his arm had been slightly damaged. There was an element of support, and there was also the idea of crushing and defeating the opponent mentally.
However, Du Qiao was completely murderous: "You are young, and with such accomplishments, you will live up to your name as a little heavenly being of Qingcheng Mountain. If I kill you, I wonder if Qingcheng Mountain will raise a group in mourning!"
"You are an old thief with a bright beard. Even if I die tonight, I will lose half of my life!"
Zhao Zhengli stood on his head with thick eyebrows and handed out the second step of the "Fearless Pill Method" "One Way to Transform Ten Thousands".
He used all his strength, and this move was enough to slash out thousands of swords, covering the night sky of the entire mansion. From a distance, it looked like the sword fairy had appeared.
Du Qiao showed his dignity for the first time, with a hunting sound in his black scholar's shirt. He used his palm instead of a sword with one hand, and with a single stroke in the air, more than a thousand swords with condensed zhenqi broke with a "Clang Clang".
The remaining more than a thousand handles continued to be chopped off, and Du Qiao took his time to draw a barrier.
Dang Dang Dang!
In an instant, the sharp sword slashed at every part of the true energy barrier. The sword shattered and dissipated, leaving the barrier intact. Seeing the situation, Zhao Zhengli quickly gathered the remaining thousands of swords in one place. A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and a pile of soil can form a mountain. Every time the sword landed in one place, the barrier gradually showed signs of cracks.
Click!
The last dozens of swords were made to break, and the last three penetrated the crack and slashed directly into the black scholar's shirt. Three steps away from him, they were crushed by an inexplicable zhenqi. The shattered sword energy exploded in all directions, killing Du Qiao's black scholar's shirt. There were several puncture holes and even a scratch on the cheek.
Du Qiao wiped the scratches on his face, his eyes becoming colder.
"He actually hurt the Grand Master?"
"What a domineering sword technique!"
Thousands of weapons completely dissipated, and the night sky became silent for a short time. Everyone knew that this was just the quiet before the storm.
Under the bright night sky, Du Qiao said in a tone as cold as ice: "It's time to end it. I won't kill you. I'll make your life worse than death first!"
His aura changed drastically, and a strong man's pressure covered the sky. At this moment, he seemed to coexist with the heaven and earth, and the surrounding air trembled with his every breath, as if he had reached the realm of a god.
Zhao Zhengli was inexplicably frightened. He seemed to have underestimated the gap between the fake grand master and the real grand master.
stop!
Almost at the same time, Princess Dali, Chen Xiaoyao, and the three saints of the temple, Zhongtian Master Yang Zhiming and Zhang Baishan, shouted to stop them.
Boom!
However, Du Qiao regarded them as nothing and turned a deaf ear and raised his hand to slap them away. Zhao Zhengli felt as if the power of heaven was coming, his body and Qi were inexplicably suppressed, and it seemed as if he was stuck in the mud, making his body and mind inconsistent and restricted.
ah…
It took him a lot of effort to break free from the inexplicable restraints, and gathered his energy to resist with all his strength.
puff!
Not surprisingly, and as expected, he was slapped flying more than a hundred feet, flying backwards from the backyard of the Wang family's residence to Qingzhou Street, smashing a huge crater into the solid rammed earth ground.
Fortunately, after the curfew, there was no one on the street, except for the government soldiers who patrolled from time to time. When they saw this scene, those soldiers consciously turned a blind eye. Naturally, they could not interfere with the grievances in the world. They could only wait until dawn to report to the government to clean up the mess.
With this palm, Zhao Zhengli's internal organs were damaged far beyond his own expectations. If he had known that Du Qiao only exerted five points of force, he would not have died. If he had known that the great master could kill him with just five points of force. A large area of Grandmaster Realm, I wonder if I am glad that I have a solid foundation.
No matter how he thought about it, serious injury was inevitable. What made him relieved was that at this juncture, there was someone who spoke up for him. He remembered this feeling.
However, at the moment when Zhao Zhengli was shot away, Chen Xiaoyao, Princess Dali, and Zhang Baishan all attacked Du Qiao. They were all among the best, so their methods were naturally outstanding. Du Qiao also knew the details of several people, so he naturally had concerns about taking action. They had to respond passively.
The zhenqi here in the Wang family's mansion collided many times, and it suddenly appeared that it naturally attracted people who were not from the Jianghu of Qingzhou City.
In the direction of the north city of Qingzhou, two gorgeously dressed women climbed over the eaves and walked over the wall to approach the Wang family's mansion. They both had jade hairpins tying their hair lightly. They were wearing narrow-sleeved silk shirts and coats. One was an onion-white silk shirt and a pale pink coat, and the other was purple pink. Wearing silk blouses and white-brown coats, they are indescribably beautiful and inexplicably noble. The two of them have thin swords hanging from their waists. They are as light as swallows. They move with light skills along the way, adding to the fairy spirit among the chivalrous women.
In the direction of the west city, the same two women were approaching quickly. Among them, the young woman with a sword was stunningly beautiful. She was dressed in a light blue dress that looked like a banished fairy playing in the dust under the moonlight. She had three thousand green silk buns tied up in a bun with clouds, and the green silk hair on her temples was blowing in the wind. Swaying gracefully.
The other one has two short swords hanging from his waist. He is a little older, but his graceful figure is almost perfect. He is wearing a printed and embroidered rich brocade shirt and his bun is casually tied up, making him look even more charming.
The two women looked solemn as they almost flew through the air, and their speed was so fast that they left afterimages behind them.
There was also an old monk wearing exquisite cassocks who came out of the air.
A thin young man with a mustache and a red tassel gun in his hand galloped forward, and the cries of horses resounded through the empty streets.
There was also a skinny old monk, only more than six feet tall, floating towards him like a ghost, flashing and appearing for dozens of feet. He disappeared into the Qingzhou night sky in just a few flashes.
In the backyard of the Zhijun Mansion, everyone felt the pressure from all directions, and the foreign youth felt even more threatened. Du Qiao gave up the fight with Princess Dali and others and ran with all his strength to attack Zhao Zhengli, who was shot and flew to the street by him.
How could Zhao Zhengli sit still and wait for death? Seeing that he was outnumbered, he turned around and ran away, which led to Du Qiao rushing towards him.
Whether it was the banquet held by the Wang family or the fight with the great master Du Qiao, it all started because of himself. As long as he ran away, it would be solved easily, and no one would be implicated.
Zhao Zhengli was thinking: It shouldn't be shameful to run away from the Grand Master, right?
Although he was severely injured and his internal organs were damaged, these injuries seemed insignificant compared to his life, and it was even more desperate to escape.
I didn’t forget to leave a sentence: “Old dog, come after me!”
Whoosh~
His pace was unprecedentedly fast, and even Grand Master Du Qiao was a little surprised by his speed. By the time he arrived, Zhao Zhengli had already left an afterimage in the night sky and disappeared over Qingzhou City in an instant.
In the backyard of the Wang family's mansion, no one knew it yet, so they climbed up the high wall and looked out. Chen Xiaoyao, Princess Dali and others raced against time to follow and support.
However, when they saw more than half a hundred people wearing black Confucian shirts, Du Qiao, standing blankly in the empty street, everyone was stunned.
What about the rebellious son of the rebellious minister who was sent flying more than a hundred feet away with one palm of his hand?
