Wuxia: The opening game is blocked by Mrs. Guo in the broken temple

The current Zhen Zhibing only has the peak cultivation of the day after tomorrow, where is Song Ye’s opponent, not to mention that Song Ye is still a sword master like Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

Fenjin tried his best to block several deadly sword qi, which had already made him panting, and seeing that the next sword qi was about to kill him, in despair, a figure flew and landed in front of him, blocking Song Ye’s sword qi.

“A bold maniac, he actually dares to hurt my disciples in Quanzhen Sect!”

Hao Datong Zhenqi ran his robe to agitate, Xu Fang flew, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Song Ye, who was still standing on the roof:

“He Fang Xiaoxiao, report the name.”

“Song Ye.”

“Song Ye!?”

Upon hearing this name, Hao Datong was a little stunned:

“Weren’t you killed by Rong’er?”

“I had a good conversation with Mrs. Guo, how could she bear to kill me.”

Song Ye shook his head, did not continue to fight with Hao Datong, his gaze fell tightly on Zhen Zhibing’s body:

“Die.”

“Find death!”

Hao Datong was also extremely angry and smiling, a little thief who had just entered the innate area actually dared to say wild words in the Quanzhen Sect Dojo, even if the sword qi just now was indeed terrifying, but the realm would not deceive.

Although his Quanzhen Sect does not have a grandmaster like Wang Chongyang, it is not something that can be bullied by casual individuals, and their Quanzhen Seven Sons are not muddy.

“Grandma Sun!”

Because of Song Ye’s appearance, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who were besieging Grandma Sun also stopped, and only besieged but did not attack.

“Child, don’t be afraid, mother-in-law is fine.”

Grandma Sun’s breath was a little disordered, her palm tightly squeezed the wooden staff in her hand, her expression was solemn, and she looked at Song Ye on the roof with some worry.

After all, strictly speaking, because of the arrival of Song Ye, he relieved his pressure, otherwise when Hao Datong appeared, with his own cultivation, he would definitely lose, and even if he was serious, he might die.

“Don’t be impulsive old man, stay well, you’ll be busy in the future.”

Glancing at Grandma Sun, sensing that the other party seemed to be ready to help him, Song Ye hurriedly spoke up.

If he intervened, and let Grandma Sun have an accident to receive a boxed lunch, then what is the point of his appearance, besides, in the future, Xiaolongnu will have to be taken care of by Grandma Sun, after all, he has to walk the world, and it is impossible to nest in the tomb of the living dead for the rest of his life.

“Little thief is arrogant!”

Hao Datong shouted loudly, his body moved with the sword, and the golden goose gong was unleashed, like a wild goose flying over the sky, straight to Song Ye who was standing on the roof.

As the Seventh Prince of Quanzhen, Hao Datong’s cultivation is not the highest, only in the middle innate stage, but the true skill of the Xuanmen Sect is still quite terrifying.

And what about Song Ye, returning to the innate realm, although it is only the initial realm, but he has practiced the sword path mastery such as the return of ten thousand swords to the sect, not to mention sweeping the innate realm invincible, but for Hao Datong such a congenital middle stage, it is absolutely holding the handle, and there is no pressure at all.

Looking at Hao Datong, who was terrifying and facing him directly, Song Ye looked calm, his moon-white clothes were blown up by the other party’s energy, and the tied hair was almost blown away.

“Ten thousand swords return to the sect!”

Song Ye did not dodge or dodge, his right hand was pinched into a sword finger, and he made a move upward.

Suddenly, there were dozens of Quanzhen Sect disciples under the field, unable to hold the sword in their hands, and under the traction of Song Ye, they went straight to Hao Datong in the air.

Under the light of the moonlight, the already cold sword exuded an even more cold sword light, and the dense sword blade made Hao Datong feel the pressure, flying in the air in a dilemma, and could only fall in front of Song Ye with a thousand pounds.

“What kind of martial arts is this?”

Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect has never appeared, and naturally no one knows the origin of this martial art.

Dangdang.

The sound of weapons colliding continued to sound, Hao Datong put the impermeable wind of the Quanzhen Sword Dance, and opened the flying long swords one by one, but after the block, he turned around and flew over, repeating the cycle, making him miserable.

“Grandma Sun, what kind of martial arts is this?”

Yang Guo, who had already run to the side of Grandma Sun, looked at all this, his eyes shining, which looked more imposing than his Uncle Guo’s eighteen palms of the dragon descending dragon.

“My mother-in-law doesn’t know.”

Grandma Sun shook her head, her expression still a little worried.

Although Song Ye’s performance is excellent and he can steadily suppress Hao Datong, this is in the Quanzhen Sect Dojo, and there are still six of the Quanzhen Seven Sons who have not appeared, and Hao Datong is still at the middle level among the seven.