The Immortal Taoist

That night, in the fighting palace, Anshan Taiping was a big banquet, full of five hundred tables and people, very lively. Participating in the Fighting Sword Conference and the audience at that time, naturally far more than that, but Anshan Taiping could not ask everyone.

Every force is sitting together, and the Swordsman is no exception. On the table of Lingdao, sitting on the proud dragon, Ouyang Susu and other disciples. They are very happy one by one. After all, this time, the swordsman is the first. After returning, he can brag about it with his brothers.

"Come, Lingdao, I will respect you!"

"Yes, I also respect you, this time the fighting conference really depends on you!"

Disciples of the Swordsmen are all toasting, and they must not drink with Lingdao. Don't look at the age of Lingdao, the amount of alcohol can be absolutely not small, even if this group of cracked swords together, do not want to get drunk.

Some people are happy that some people are jealous. The side of the sword is a joyous place, and the real Wu Jianzong is like a dead mother. The Emperor Zhenwu’s patriarchs had a face, and those disciples did not dare to move even with chopsticks. They only dared to sit there.

"The things of the Lingshi veins must not be counted like this. But the rules of the Dalu dynasty are not what we can destroy. What should we do?"

The real Wu Jian Zong Zong main brow wrinkled, the only way he can think of is to speed up the mining of the veins. In this case, it is also possible to make a big profit before Anshan’s confiscation of the Lingshi vein. How many Lingshi can be left, how many Lingshi leaves, and the veins can't be kept.

In comparison, the atmosphere of the Epee Gate is much better. Although the Fighting Sword Conference did not achieve the first, it is also a famous issue. Zhong Tai Cang can not really surrender Lingshi veins. There is no real loss, and that is affordable.

"Laughter, laugh, tomorrow is your death!"

Starting from this morning, the thunderstorm weather has disappeared. Without the blessing of lightning power, the strength of Lingdao is absolutely nothing. Zhong Jianxing now has only one left arm left, and naturally hates the extreme for Lingdao. Zhong Jianxing, who lost his right arm, is inferior to the warriors in the middle of the border.

Even if there is no blessing of lightning power in Lingdao, Zhong Jianxing may not be the opponent of Lingdao. The sword in his left hand and the sword in his right hand are absolutely different. However, as long as the clock is too clever, then those who are in the sky, do not want to escape, Lingdao must die in the hands of Zhong Jianxing.

Situ De and the disciples who are rushing to the top of the world are also extremely angry. They are all fantasizing about how to torture Lingdao tomorrow. It is a pity that they do not know that Lingdao’s Tianlei sword is coated with chronic poison, and they will not live for a long time. If they know, I am afraid I can't laugh now.

Xuanwu Jianzong is relatively calm, anyway, the annual sword fight conference, Xuanwu Jianzong is not the third or the fourth, and there is not much difference. The only difference is that they have lost in the hands of the swordsmen of the slashing swords this year. The swordsmen who used to look down on them completely surpassed them.

"Father, do you see tomorrow?"

Although Anshan Feihong lost in the hands of Ling Dao, Ling Dao was loyal to all Anshan disciples. He naturally had no opinion on Ling Dao. What's more, Ling Dao is only fifteen years old, but only in the mid-term, and can achieve such achievements, such a teenager is definitely worth making.

"Reassured, I have a few in my heart!"

Anshan Taiping nodded and did not explain anything. He has already formed an alliance with the Sword of Heaven, and naturally he will not intervene tomorrow. Moreover, Ling Dao is a disciple of the Sword of Heaven. Even if the battle is fierce tomorrow, he will do his best to keep the Ling Dao.

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the next day.

A hundred miles away from Anshan County, the three major forces of the Epee Gate, Xuanwu Jianzong and Zhenwu Jianzong are gathered here. In order to prevent everyone from escaping from the cracked swords, they naturally arrived here. Their purpose is to prevent the slashing sword from escaping anyone.

Soon, a carriage was driven past that place. Duan Zhenghui knew there was an ambush, but he still had to go back. He can indeed hide in Anshan County today, but unfortunately he can't hide for a lifetime, and he will have to face it sooner or later.

"coming!"

Zhong Tai’s body is the source of the military, and the eyesight naturally exceeds others. Not long after he finished speaking, the martial arts sects of the Emperor Wu and the sect of the Xuanwu Swordsmen also saw the carriage of the slashing swords. There was a smile on their faces, and the goal was finally there.

"Duan Zhenghui, you really let us wait, since it is, don't hurry down the carriage, and tell us old friends?"

The Emperor Zhenwu Sect of the Emperor had the greatest resentment against Duan Zhenghui, and naturally he spoke first. Even if the Zhenwu Jianzong alone is on the sword, the Emperor Wuzong is not afraid, not to mention the people who are surrounded by the Epee Gate and the Xuanwu Jianzong.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I don't know if you are waiting for us here. What is it?"

Duan Zhenghui said this, it is clear that it is known. A carriage was stopped, and Duan Zhenghui also walked down from the carriage. Zhuang Xin, Ao Long, Ling Dao and so on, have also all got into the carriage, and they are confronted with those of the Epee Gate, the Zhenwu Jianzong and the Xuanwu Jianzong.

"I have reached this point, you still have to be stupid? We are here, naturally, to take your life!"

When the Emperor Zhenwu Swordsman raised the long sword, he walked over to Duan Zhenghui. Even if it is a one-on-one battle, the Emperor Wu Zong is not afraid of Duan Zhenghui. The only thing that makes the Emperor Wu Zhen Zongzhu jealous is the Anshan Taiping. Fortunately, Zhong Tai Cang was present, and Anshan Taiping handed it to Zhong Tai Cang.

"Anshan Taiping, what kind of hero is hiding in hiding? The owner knows that you are in the carriage, show up!"

Zhong Taicang was finally open, and his eyes were all those horses that glanced at the cracked swords. If Anshan Taiping did not follow, Duan Zhenghui would never be so calm. After all, this is not a fighting sword palace. Although the competition on the sword platform is fierce, as long as there is no life and death contract, there will be no life worry.

But now it is different, this kind of engagement is a battle of life and death, there is no victory or defeat, only birth and death. The decisive battle between the Emperor Zhenwu Sect and Duan Zhenghui is a battle between life and death, let alone other people. Zhenwu Jianzong, Xuanwu Jianzong and the epee disciples are absolutely desperate to fight with the swordsmen of the slashing swords. One can kill one.

Those who can participate in the Fighting Sword Conference are the elites of all major forces. More dead, every force will be badly hurt. If all of them are killed here, then the sword will be languished in the future. There is no lord, there is no leader of the younger generation, and the sword of the sky is definitely abolished!

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