City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

Qingxuan Lao Dao's sword is the most powerful of the Taoist Fumo swords. The sword is fierce and powerful, far better than the eighteen swords of the Jiangnan Yanyu Tower.

This sword seemed to come from outside the sky, and instantly fell to the ghost's head.

Guishou's right foot straddled half a step, and at the same time his body was slightly sideways, avoiding the sword in a moment, and the sword body of the long sword almost smashed against the clothes on his chest.

Qingxuan Lao Dao has been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, and he is a well-deserved kendo master. When a sword falls in the air, the sword is immediately horizontal and cut towards the abdomen of Guishou.

Guishou sucked in his abdomen, and his body bowed forward fiercely. Following the cross-cutting of Qingxuan Old Dao's long sword, his figure quickly swept back.

The old Qingxuan follow his shape like a shadow, follow his body shape, the sword power remains unchanged, the blade is always only half a foot away from the abdomen of the ghost hand, as long as the speed of the ghost hand sweeps back a little slower, the soft abdomen will be used by the long sword in the hand of the old Qingxuan Cut open, the belly broke and the intestines flowed, and his life was lost on the spot.

Qingxuan Lao Dao's sword blended all the essence of the Fumo Sword, and it was so exquisite to the extreme that more than 20 Qingcheng disciples who watched the battle couldn't help but applaud.

Even Wu De, who originally had a calm expression on his face, couldn't help but frown slightly. He thought that Qing Xuan, this old way of life, was able to perform at a super level. His sword is afraid that he has reached the first-level martial artist. Level.

Guishou wants to avoid this sword, and if he doesn't show some real skills, I'm afraid it won't work.

As soon as Qingxuan Daochang and Guishou retreated, attacked and defended, they instantly retreated more than ten meters away. Seeing Guishou's back was about to hit a high wall, they could not retreat.

Several Qingchengguan disciples, as if seeing the ghost hand being cut and killed by a sword, could not help cheering.

To everyone’s surprise, before the back was about to press against the wall, the ghost hand made a very bold move.

The speed of his retreat suddenly increased by a few minutes, and then he twisted his waist, his body was slightly to the right, and he used his left waist and abdomen to meet the sword that Qingxuan Dao long crossed.

"Die!"

Old Qing Xuan gritted his teeth and grasped the sword tighter, stimulating all the potential of his body, and cut the sword forward.

when--

The sharp sword body cuts on the ghost hand, and it is not the sound of the flesh being split instantly, but the crisp sound of metal hitting the stone.

Old Qing Xuan Dao's sword that had exhausted all his true energy and vigor, it seemed as if it had been cut on an extremely hard rock, and a few sparks spattered.

"What's in him?"

Qingxuan Old Dao was startled. As soon as this question emerged in his heart, he saw a golden fist bombarding him at an unparalleled speed, and the fist pointed directly at his chest.

The illusion in front of Qingxuan Lao Dao suddenly appeared, as if there was a Zhang Gao Buddha wearing a golden Buddha clothing, waving his meditation stick, and smashing towards him, with overwhelming pressure and despair.

"not good!"

Old Qingxuan screamed, his teeth bit his tongue, the illusion in front of him instantly shattered under the pain.

Although Qingxuan Old Dao reacted fast enough, it was not as fast as Guishou's fist. When the illusion in front of him disappeared, Qingxuan Old Dao found that the fists blasted by Guishou had touched his chest and clothes, and there was no room for dodge.

"It's over!"

Before the tip of the fist touched the flesh, Qing Xuan Old Dao felt a majestic, heavy, and powerful force rushing to his chest, as if to break everything.

Qing Xuan Lao Dao sighed, inspiring the last trace of potential, and concentrated all the true essence on his chest, hoping to block the shocking blow of the ghost hand.

Hope is good, reality is cruel.

The fist of the ghost hand slammed the old Qingxuan Dao's chest fiercely, blasting his whole body into the air, and his internal organs were completely destroyed when he was in the air, and he died.

Until he died, Qingxuan Old Dao didn't understand how his sword could be blocked by the ghost hand so easily.

Old Dao Qingxuan didn't know that, because there was no space ring, the ghost hand could only temporarily stuff some of the primordial stones Fang Bai gave him into his clothes, and some of them were stuffed into his waist pocket.

Qingxuan Old Dao's sharp and incomparable sword slashed exactly on a primordial stone in the lower left pocket of the ghost hand, and the hardness of the primordial stone was much higher than that of an ordinary stone, so that sword did not hurt the ghost hand at all.

"Uncle Master!"

Seeing the dead Qing Xuan Dao, the more than 20 Qingcheng Guan disciples who watched the battle were dumbfounded for a moment, then made a tragic call, rushed forward and surrounded the body of Qing Xuan Lao Dao.

"Fight with him!"

After a while, I don't know who it was. More than 20 Qingcheng disciples turned around, either with their bare hands or holding a long sword, and rushed toward the ghost hand with the same enemy.

Guishou bowed his head and sorted out the clothes that had been cut by Qing Xuan Old Dao's sword before he greeted him and broke into a group of Qingcheng disciples.

Those Qingchengguan disciples are also Xuan-level beginner martial artists anyway. If they calm down and fight together, they may still cause a lot of trouble to the ghost hand, but at this moment, they are all rushing, grief and anger, fighting each other, where Is the opponent of the ghost hand?

The ghost hand was angry and relentless, and almost punched out more than 20 Qingchengguan disciples. No one could stop him with a punch.

More than ten minutes later, on the ground around Guishou's body, there were more than 20 corpses, each of which was deeply collapsed by the bombardment of Guishou's fist.

"Change clothes, let's go!"

Fang Bai took out a set of clothes from the space ring and threw it to the ghost hand, then turned and walked down the mountain.

Wu De grinned with a ghostly hand, and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.

The ghost hand walked to the clothes left by Fang Bai, his body shook slightly, the power of the true essence penetrated, and a blood suit suddenly shattered to the ground, revealing his scarred body.

"Yanyu Tower... Qingcheng View... Next, it's Shaolin's turn!"

Guishou picked up his clothes and quickly changed them, then glanced at the corpse of Qingchengguan disciple on the ground, and walked away.

"Brother, where is your next stop? If there is a place to fight, take me with you! Master...cough cough, I am not only good at tomb robbers, but also good at fighting!"

Looking down on the mountain in Qingcheng, Wu De looked at Fang Bai, who was standing on the side of the mountain road with his hands in his arms, and asked with a smile while rubbing his palms.

In front of Fang Bai, he didn't dare to claim to be "Master Dao". After much deliberation, he still felt that "Xiaodao" was more appropriate.

No way, who made Fang Bai stronger than him?

The strength of the ancient martial arts is supreme, and the expert is the first. The strong fist is the uncle. Wu De lowered his posture, not only to curry favor with Fang Bai, but also to recognize his strength.

Fang Bai smiled and said, "I think you are more promising than to fight a grave!"

Wu De thought that Fang Bai was taunting himself, and said with a smile: "I know that stealing a grave is a wicked thing, but I have been accustomed to this line of work with the wild Taoist master since I was a child, and I can't lose it! Now if you let me three , If I don’t do anything for five months, my hands will be itchy!"

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