The Immortal Taoist

"Cough..."

After Gu Chengren coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, he slowly stood up. He walked toward Lingdao step by step, even if his mouth was stained with blood, he didn't care. Just when everyone thought that Gu Chengren wanted to fight with Lingdao, Gu Chengren took the sword and turned his fists in both hands.

"Thank you!"

This scene is to let all the disciples in the scene suddenly, Gu Chengren is not a brain, was defeated by Lingdao, even thank you? And it seems that it is not a fake, is it really grateful to Lingdao?

"Nothing, just understand!"

Lingdao nodded, and what he did before was itself helping Gu Chengren. If Gu Chengren doesn't understand it, then forget it. If you can understand it, nature is a good thing. The current ancient Chengren, obviously not the same as when it first appeared.

Although he still has a white hair, his eyes have recovered a bit of glory. In time, he will certainly be able to break the shackles and advance to the rush. Lingdao’s sharpness and bravery, which has influenced him, has made him realize.

Gu Chengren’s own understanding is good, with the guidance of Lingdao, finally see through. Such a great grace, naturally thanks to Ling Dao, otherwise, he may only be able to stay in the peak of the true atmosphere for a lifetime.

"Lord, how?"

If Lingdao only beats Gu Chengren, Zhuang Xin is surprised, but he is not as happy as he is now. In front of the scene, let Zhuang Xin understand that Lingdao’s heart is really good. Such disciples are more worthy of cultivating.

Some people, the talents are extremely high, but the heart is poisonous, and it is also a white-eyed wolf. Only the disadvantages are not good. To cultivate disciples, natural understanding is important, and the heart cannot be ignored. Zhuang Xin naturally understands this.

"Dapeng is on the same day with the wind, and it has skyrocketed 90,000 miles! The future of this son is not in the cracked swords, his future is limitless!"

Being able to become a sovereign, Duan Zhenghui naturally has a human side. His eyesight is extremely strong. Knowing that Lingdao is super-qualified, he now sees a sword that Lingdao is so amazing. Duan Zhenghui knows that Lingdao is not the thing in the pool.

The other two deputy lords also have nothing to say at this time. Lingdao not only won the ancient Chengren, but also won a sword, so the strength is enough to make them convinced. When they are at the peak of the true atmosphere, they are absolutely not so tyrannical.

There were twenty-five disciples, one disciple was in the air, and twelve disciples were eliminated. Now there are only 13 disciples left. They are all true peaks, no one is weak, and then naturally it is a dragon fight.

"This lord wants to see how strong the kid is!"

Originally, the remaining 13 disciples should continue to take turns to test. However, after seeing the tyrannical road of Lingdao, Duan Zhenghui suddenly changed his mind. Like Zhuang Xin, he can't see Lingdao. They all want to know how strong the limit of Lingdao is.

"Next, the thirteen of you will come to power. No matter how you fight, the five people who can still stand on the stage are the winners!"

Duan Zhenghui pointed to the performance of the military field, the most central and the largest platform said. What he meant was to let the thirteen true-spirited disciples fight. If it is downgraded, it will be eliminated, and the remaining five will be able to participate in the fight.

"You should know that after two months of the sword fight conference, we have only five real-world places in the cracked swords. Then, the remaining five people will just occupy these five places!"

This time, the true disciple is big, and there is no need to distinguish who is the champion and who is the runner. As long as the strongest five are selected, it is enough. This is actually very unfair, but Duan Zhenghui really wants to know how strong Lingdao is.

The battle between Ling Dao and Gu Chengren is enough to show that Ling Dao is the most powerful real warrior among the cracked swords. However, the sword of Lingdao was obviously more than enough, and did not show all the strength.

“Is it a melee?”

"In this case, does it mean that we have a chance?"

"As long as we are united, we can be the last five remaining!"

If it is a single fight, no one will now think that he is the opponent of Lingdao. Zhuo Bufan, stunned, Luo Zhener and Huang Yuer, are not sure to beat Lingdao. After all, they can't even beat Gu Chengren, how could they beat Lingdao?

But now it is a melee, a person can't beat Lingdao, can two people still beat Lingdao? Even if the two can't beat it, can it be three, four, five, but still can't beat it? Lingdao is stronger, and it is only the peak of the true atmosphere. Can it still be against the sky?

"Melee, is this to isolate me?"

In addition, the twelve true disciples are not familiar with Ling Dao, and naturally it is impossible to unite with them. Melee is good for others, but for him, it is only bad. Duan Zhenghui’s arrangement is obviously not good for him.

"Sovereign, is this too much?"

Zhuang Xin frowned, and Duan Zhenghui’s approach to Ling Dao was really unfair. However, after Duan Zhenghui explained his intention, Zhuang Xin had to nod. Perhaps only in this way can we see how strong Lingdao is.

Above the ring, it was clearly divided into three small groups. Zhuo Bufan, together with the other three true-minded disciples, Luo Zhener and Huang Fu are very popular, and five disciples are willing to join hands with them.

The first group, with five true martial arts peaks, the second group, has seven true qi martial arts. The third group, only one Lingdao. No matter how you look at it, Lingdao has no chance of winning.

"Does the lord have a hatred with Ling Dao? Otherwise why bother him?"

"No matter who Lingdao chooses to start, there is no chance. Five true martial arts disciples, he certainly can't deal with it, let alone seven!"

"Poor Ling Road, obviously can become a champion, but now it is to be planted here!"

Many disciples in the field sighed and the power of Lingdao has conquered them. But now, they have lost confidence in Lingdao, whether it is five true disciples, or seven true disciples, they are not able to deal with Lingdao.

"Kid, do you take the initiative to step down, or let us put you down?"

Zhuo Bufan sneered a sneer, his intention is obvious, that is, he must first smash Lingdao, and then compete with Huang Fuer and others. All the true martial arts on the top of the ring can make him jealous, only Lingdao.

"I can't help it. In order to be able to participate in the Fighting Sword Conference, you can only take you off the stage. You have to deal with them, or you have to deal with us, choose one!"

Luo Zhener smiled softly. As long as Ling Dao’s downfall, then seven of them should deal with Zhuo Bufan and other five people. Should there be no problem?