Martial Doctor Supreme

"Second-rank grandmaster... It seems that this second-rank grandmaster was not what he expected."

Yang Mu looked at Xiang Yuan in front of him and found that his expression was gloomy. He immediately confirmed that Xiang Yuan did not know in advance that the Shenquan Sect still had such a trump card.

on the ring.

Li Yantao stared at Jiang Fu and said indifferently, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Jiang Fu's expression was dignified, but she did not flinch: "The battle of the warriors is irrelevant, neither will they go down in the ring. I also ask the seniors to enlighten me!"

The voice fell, and she shot instantly.

The long sword in his hand stabbed straight at Li Yantao. The move was simple, but the word "speed" was interpreted to the extreme.

Not only the speed of the sword, but also her pace, is even more mysterious.

At the same time as she drew out the sword, her footsteps moved slightly. In the eyes of the younger generation of ancient warriors, there was only an afterimage of her left, which was constantly flashing, and she could not clearly see her figure at all.

It was clearly a sword thrust, but it seemed like there were more than a dozen long swords stabbing at Li Yantao at the same time.

"Something out of control."

Li Yantao snorted coldly, and slapped the palm of his right hand, as fast as a thunderbolt, colliding with the long sword in Jiang Fu's hand, making a bang.

"How is that possible! He actually used the palm of his hand to pick up Pavilion Master Jiang's sword? This is the full force of a third-rank master's sword, even a second-rank, it is impossible to block it with flesh and blood!"

"Even if you have mastered the skills of Iron Cloth Shirt and Tortoise Armor, your physical body can't be so powerful. The Qingluan Sword in the hands of Pavilion Master Jiang is a magical weapon that is only one step behind the top ten divine swords in China! "

Someone immediately exclaimed.

"How did he do it?"

Long Qi next to Yang Mu also had a surprised look on his face when he saw Li Yantao block Jiang Fu's long sword with one palm.

Yang Mu stared at Li Yantao and Jiang Fu who were fighting, and replied: "Although Shenquan Sect is famous for its boxing skills, the palming skills are obviously not bad.

If this old guy used his palm to block the sword's edge, his entire palm would naturally be cut off, but his palm slapped the side of the sword and didn't touch the edge. "

Long Qi was even more shocked when he heard the words: "With such a fast sword, coupled with such a mysterious movement technique, he was able to—"

Speaking of which, she felt that some of the other people's ambitions had destroyed her own prestige. Her voice stopped, her eyebrows were frowned, and she realized that things had completely developed in the worst direction.

Yang Mu naturally understood what she meant.

If Li Yantao simply blocked the sword, it would be nothing but that he could keep up with Jiang Fu's speed.

However, he used his flesh and blood to slap the opponent's sword body and block the sword, which means that not only can he keep up with the opponent's speed, but also completely see through the opponent's sword!

Whether it's the speed or angle of the sword, or the way of exerting force, or even Jiang Fu's movement, it was completely seen by the opponent!

Only by seeing it thoroughly can we have great confidence. In this way, we can take this trick!

To be blocked in this way is a huge insult and blow to any proud swordsman.

In the arena, Jiang Fu was shocked and took a step back, her face was pale, the sword-like energy on her body was completely wilted, and she stared at Li Yantao in shock and anger.

She knew that there was a gap between herself and the second-grade master, but she didn't expect that the gap was so big!

"Caiwei Pavilion's movement skills are nothing more than that."

Li Yantao stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Jiang Fu.

"I'll ask you to make another sword. Or, you don't even have the guts to make a sword?"

Under the ring, Xiang Yuan's expression became more gloomy, and he shouted, "Jiang Fu, it's alright, don't continue to entangle with him."

Jiang Fu is not only a swordsman, but now she is the pavilion master of Caiwei Pavilion.

A group of Caiwei Pavilion disciples were looking at her under the stage, and she was a very proud person, even if Xiang Yuan spoke at this time, it would be useless!

"The Heavenly Sword Stance!"

She drank lowly, as if puffing up for herself, her figure swayed, and disappeared in place.

Qingluan Sword seemed to feel the anger of the sword master, and made bursts of sword cries. Jiang Fu's movement is not only fast, but also unspeakably beautiful.

The sound of the wind is like a surging wave, as if there is a huge wave in the sky, rushing towards Li Yantao, to drown him!

Immortals dance, swords come out to destroy the city!

People's eyes widened, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed of Jiang Fu's sword. They only saw the sword's light flashing, like a thunderous strike towards Li Yantao.

However, every time Li Yantao slapped the palm of his hand lightly, he resolved the offensive!

The Qingluan Sword stabbed out again and again, and was beaten back again and again.

The momentum that Jiang Fu had managed to condense was getting weaker and weaker.

She was like a child who was teased by an adult, and a strong sense of despair poured out of her heart.

"Weak! It's too weak. The so-called swordsmanship is nothing but a child's trick! In the face of absolute power and speed, it's just a joke."

Li Yantao took a step, twisted his body a little, and then punched out. The seemingly simple punch was earth-shattering, and bursts of sonic booms could be heard incessantly!

Boom!

This punch hit Jiang Fu, directly knocking Jiang Fu's sword out of his hands, and the entire population sprayed blood and flew out of the ring.

As if looking for trouble on purpose, the direction Jiang Fu flew to was where the Nantianmen were located!

"Pavilion Lord!"

"Woooo - pavilion master!"

...

The female disciples of Caiwei Pavilion hurriedly ran towards Jiang Fu, some of them were younger, and they cried out in fright when they saw Jiang Fu's pale face and vomiting blood.

Xiang Yuan embraced Jiang Fu, who flew in front of him, and glared at Li Yantao:

"Old Sect Master Li is too vicious! She is just a junior in front of you, do you want her to die?"

The scene was silent.

Most people felt that Li Yantao's attack was too ruthless, but they were all frightened by the terrifying punch he just received, and they didn't dare to say more.

One by one drumming in their hearts, even the third-rank grandmaster is so vulnerable in front of others, if it is replaced by himself, it must be a face-to-face, and he will be beheaded!

Li Yantao said indifferently: "My fists and feet have no eyes, I can't blame me. If I don't shoot with all my strength, and a hole is stabbed by the Qingluan sword in her hand, who am I to reason with?"

Everyone knows that he was clearly at ease just now, and now he is talking nonsense, but there is nothing wrong with the logic of this statement.

"Amitabha!"

The host of Qingxia Temple, Shi Chen, chanted the Buddha's number, walked to Jiang Fu's side, and took her pulse.

His brows quickly wrinkled: "The meridians in the main body of Jiang Pavilion are severely damaged, and in the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make an inch.

Not to mention going further, as time goes by, the innate qi in the body will automatically flow away. Old Sect Master Li started, indeed some—"

Speaking of this, he paused, sighed, and didn't say any more, obviously not wanting to offend Li Yantao, the second-rank master.

Seeing that killing chickens to warn the monkeys had played a role, Li Yantao smiled and glanced at his son Li Zhuo.

He has already done what he should do. Next, it is time for Li Zhuo to come out and sing his face, and take the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"This old guy is really not a thing!"

The cold and sweet voice sounded, and it was very abrupt against the silent crowd.

Li Yantao's face sank as he looked at Long Qi in the crowd.

What Long Qi said just now!

"A broken arm can't protect you little people! If you have the guts, try again." Li Yantao's voice was cold.

The prestige of a grandmaster is not to be offended. How can I get a little girl to make irresponsible remarks about my actions!

Long Qi hadn't spoken yet, but Yang Mu, who was beside her, was unhappy and continued, "Why, say it again, you old guy still wants to beat her?"