City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"Why not?"

The ghost hand moved towards Qingxuan slowly, his fighting intent and murderous aura climbed upwards with the continuous advancement, like a wave, slapped towards Qingxuan Dao.

At the beginning of the profound level, the ghost hand’s cultivation was already able to kill Wen Xiangxin, the owner of the high-level Yanyulou. Now his strength has increased to a small level, of course, he is not afraid of the complete profound Daoist of the profound level, and even has confidence to fight. Win it.

"I will only kill Xuan-level martial artists today. The unrelated Qingchengguan disciples can get out of here!"

Guishou said word by word, his voice as cold as ice.

"Let's go! Leave everything irrelevant! My view of Qingcheng, I need to retain some vitality... It's almost gone!"

Master Qing Xuan looked around at the Qingcheng Guan disciples and said sharply.

Those Qingchengguan disciples who were not Xuan-level martial artists were relieved upon hearing this. After looking at each other, people kept leaving.

There were also some disciples of Qingcheng Temple who chose to stay, expressing their desire to live and die with Qingcheng Temple, but they were cruelly driven away by the Taoist Master Qing.

After a while, only Fang Bai, Guishou, and Wu De were left on the huge empty field, as well as the 26 disciples gathered beside Qing Xuan.

At the time when the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley was attacked, a total of 28 people from Qingchengguan participated, of which Qingling and Qingxuan were only in charge of directing, and it was the 26 disciples of Qingchengguan who actually killed the people.

Although Daoxuan Qingxuan did not start killing people, Guishou was not ready to let him go, because it was Qingling and Qingxuan who were greedy for the remains of the heavenly martial artist obtained by Guishou, which led to the cooperation of the three sects. The massacre of Wanyao Valley disciples occurred.

It can be said that the two main figures of Qingcheng View, Qingling Taoist and Qingxuan Taoist, committed more crimes than the 26 disciples under them.

"Do you end it yourself, or do I do it?"

The ghost hand clenched his fists and scanned the 27 Qingcheng Taoist disciples who were facing him, including the Qingling Daoist. In his eyes, there seemed to be two flames burning.

His fighting spirit has been ignited to the apex, as long as the battle is together, the fighting spirit will madly pour out with his fists!

Fang Bai and Wu De slowly withdrew back, leaving the field to the ghost hand.

There were only twenty-seven Qingcheng Guan disciples at the scene. Although they were all Xuan-level martial artists, except for the Qing Xuan Dao Master, they were all only Xuan-level beginners, and they were no longer in the eyes of ghosts.

Moreover, the twenty-seven Qingchengguan disciples could no longer form a gossip sword formation. In this case, unless they swarmed up and besieged the ghost hand, they would not pose any threat to the ghost hand.

With Fang Bai and Wu De, two powerful men watching the battle, how could the Qingcheng Guan disciples have a chance to siege?

The twenty-odd Qingcheng Guan disciples present also knew that the moment of life and death, with a long sword in their hands, passionate sentiments, and preparations desperately, joined forces to fight the ghosts.

"A battle will be life and death!"

At this time, Daoist Qingxuan calmed down unexpectedly. He looked at the ghost hand with a solemn expression, and said solemnly: "How about the two of us fighting alone? I win, and we will kill ourselves. You lose..."

"If I lose, I will leave immediately. From now on, I won't trouble you Qingchengguan disciples!"

Guishou said, his expression was proud.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

The long path of Qing Xuan Dao turned around and faced the twenty-six Xuan-level disciples of Qingcheng Guan and said: "This battle is about the life and death of all of us. If I win, everyone will live; if I lose, everyone will die! Whoever doesn't want to hand his life to me can take the initiative to stand up! Fight alone for a while!"

After he finished speaking, none of the Qingchengguan disciples at the scene stood up, and no one spoke out.

Master Qing Xuan Dao is a perfect martial artist at the Xuan level, and his strength is only slightly inferior to the master Qing Ling Dao long. If he is defeated at all, then the others will have no chance.

There are also Qingchengguan disciples who have illusions, thinking that even if the Qing Xuan Dao is defeated forever, when everyone is desperate and joins forces in a battle, there may not be a chance to kill the other three.

Now, let's take his life into the hands of Qing Xuan Dao Chief for the time being!

Seeing that there was no objection, Qing Xuan Daochang nodded and faced the ghost hand again.

For Qing Xuan Taoist leader, even if he fights for his own life, he must win this battle, otherwise the entire Qingcheng Guanxuan level masters will be wiped out, and the result will be that the Qingcheng Guan that has prospered for thousands of years will come to an end.

"Come on! Let me Qingxuan, represent the hundreds of disciples of Qingchengguan, and teach the benefactor's brilliant moves!"

The sadness and sadness on Qing Xuan Dao's face was missing, replaced by a determination to die resolutely.

With a flick of his dust, his robe was windless, and his beard fluttered under his jaw.

The power of the Xuan-level Consummation martial artist no longer has any reservations at this moment, it is fully revealed.

Although Guishou had just been promoted to the rank and his strength had greatly increased, he did not dare to be careless in the face of the old Qing Xuan Dao who was perfect at the profound level and was ready to fight with his life.

He took a deep breath and ran the "Buddha's Fury Golden Rod Gong" exercise. The true essence circulated wildly in his body, and then his body was like a falling arrow, and he ran straight towards the old Qing Xuan Dao.

"Good job!"

Qing Xuan Dao grew up and shouted, his hand flicked violently, and he swept towards the door of the ghost hand.

Thousands of soft filaments in the dust, after being infused with the true essence by the Chief Qing Xuan Dao, the roots stand up, stronger than steel, and if the fragile face of the ghost hand is swept, I am afraid that a face will be completely destroyed. .

The ghost hand shot the electric light and snorted coldly, and the five fingers of his left hand opened the Jizhang, and grabbed it toward the dust sweeping by the long Qing Xuan Dao.

The whisk of the True Essence infused by the Taoist Master Qing is sharper than a sword, and the **** hand has to grasp it with the palm of his flesh. The Qingchengguan disciple who watched the battle suddenly felt the words "involuntary" and at the same time energetic. Vigorously.

As long as the ghost hand is destroyed by one palm, the combat power will naturally decrease, then the chance of the Qing Xuan Daochang will be more likely to win, and the possibility of them saving their lives will be greater.

Fang Bai and Wu De were standing side by side not far away, but they didn't worry about the ghost hand at all.

In Wu De's view, the ghost hand has the ability to leapfrog and challenge, and can fight against the martial artist of the ground level, and deal with a profoundly consummated old way without pressure.

From Fang Bai's point of view, the palm of the ghost hand with the metallic true essence is comparable to an iron hand, even a sword can hardly be hurt, let alone a mere dust?

"Broken!"

The ghost hand's right hand was as fast as lightning, and accurately grasped the whisk that Qingxuan Old Dao swept out. Before Qingxuan Old Dao could react, he shouted, the power of the true essence exploded from his five fingers, and the whisk was abruptly shattered.

This whisk is an extremely powerful weapon in the hands of Old Dao Qingxuan. It has caused many opponents to suffer a great loss, and never expected that it would be damaged in the hands of the ghost hand under a face.

Qingxuan Old Dao was shocked, he immediately pulled away and quit a few feet, and his toes picked up a long sword on the ground.

This Jianzhuang is majestic, with a powerful force, the sword body makes a faint voice, as if there is a Taoist person chanting the Taoism, wanting to subdue the demons and demons.

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