The Immortal Taoist

"You are looking for death! Master Zhou, you are standing on the side, dealing with such a child who doesn't know how to be tall and thick, you don't need your shot, just give it to me!"

Zhou Xing was angry and glared at Lingdao. He heard Su Lun’s words and he looked at Su Lun with appreciation. It was a look to Su Lun. Su Lun understood that Zhou Xing meant to succumb to death. As long as he did not kill Ling Dao, the problem was not big.

"To deal with a small character like you, a punch is enough!"

Su Lun smiled disdainfully, he was bullied by the bones, and he couldn’t take his punch. One hand, 1,500 pounds of strength, is not a joke, if faced with ordinary people, a punch can be seriously injured, or even directly killed.

He punched his fist and gathered his strength to the double fist. Su Lun seemed to have seen the way Lingdao was shot. Su Lun did not use any martial arts. In his view, there is no such necessity at all.

"If you don't have the ability, you can dare to be arrogant. When you wait, you will cry and cry."

Zhou Xing stood in the distance and looked at it all, not knowing why Zhou Xinghe had to deal with Lingdao, but Zhou Xinghe had a life, he naturally did not dare not listen. Anyway, it's just a quenching little guy, it's not difficult to deal with him.

There are regulations in the sacred sect of the Sword of Heaven, and the disciples of the internal organs must not deal with the disciples. Among the Zongmen, it does promote competition, but if the inner disciples deal with foreign disciples, then the foreign disciples cannot survive. The disciples of the slashing swords are only the flesh, and the inner disciples must have the lowest atmosphere.

"I really didn't look at it. Su Lun was just a punch, and he was scared to move!"

Those outside disciples shook their heads. Su Lun’s fist is already less than three feet away from Lingdao. Lingdao has no movements yet. If Lingdao is a strong and powerful person, there is still a strong style, but he is only quenching the bones. This is undoubtedly a dead end.

"You are not self-reliant!"

The punching wind blows the face and blows up the full black hair of Lingdao. When Su Lun’s double fist is less than a foot away from Lingdao, Lingdao finally moved. If he didn’t move, he was thunderous. He opened his fingers and slammed into Sulun’s fists.

"It's really looking for death, seeing me break your palm!"

Ling Dao’s behavior really angered Su Lun and even grabbed his fist with his palms. He simply did not put him in his eyes. Others sighed and didn't have the strength to be big. It was really stupid to the extreme.

"Snapped"

A crackling sound, just when everyone thought that Lingdao had to fly out, the next scene was to shock them all. Lingdao's hands, holding Sulun's fists tightly, did not go backwards.

"hiss……"

Feeling the pain in the double fist, Su Lun took a breath. Lingdao’s palms are like iron tongs, and Su Lun’s fist is screaming. Su Lun’s incredible look at Ling Dao, how can it be so strong?

"Just rely on you, dare to trouble me?"

Lingdao shouted, and he grabbed Su Lun violently and smashed Su Lun as a stick. Su Lun’s one-handed five thousand pounds of strength is simply not enough to see in front of Ling Dao. Suddenly, Ling Lu was scared.

"Zhou Shixiong, save me, save me!"

Suron had been shivering in the air. His cry for help, but let Zhou Xing wake up from the shock. Looking at the sacred road that used Su Lun as a stick, Zhou Xing's brow was wrinkled.

"It seems that this kid is not so good to deal with. Fortunately, he did not bring weapons, if I use a sword to deal with him, he is definitely not my opponent!"

Behind Zhou Xing, carrying a long sword, although it is just an ordinary iron sword, but there are weapons and no weapons, it is definitely two concepts. Lingdao’s thumb did wear a finger, but unfortunately no one knew that it was a ring. Not to mention the disciples of the sacred swords, even the inner disciples, even the lords of the slashing swords, are not such things as the shackles.

Qiankun Ring, the interior is a self-contained space, and nature is extremely precious. Zhou Xing does not say that he has a Qiankun ring. He has never heard of the name of Qiankun. He did not believe that holding a long sword could not deal with a quenching bone warrior.

"Boom"

Lingdao directly slammed Su Lun on the ground and splashed a piece of dust. Su Lun screamed, his head was greatly collided, and then he passed out, and poor Su Lun did not even display any martial arts.

"We split the sword of the heavens, and it has always been famous for its sword. When the brothers are here, they will point out your swordsmanship!"

"Shameless!"

"It is obvious that the kid has no sword, and he deliberately bullies the kid with a sword!"

"It’s too much to use weapons to deal with an empty hand!"

The disciples of the outside world are extremely contemptuous of Zhou Xing, but no one will offend Zhou Xing for Ling Dao. They may not care about Zhou Xing, but no one wants to offend Zhou Xinghe behind Zhou Xing. At most, they sympathize with Lingdao, and between Lingdao and Zhou Xing, they will never intervene.

"Look at it, this is the split sky of our cracked swords!"

The split-day nine-style is the most basic sword of the cracked sword, and it can be learned if it becomes a foreign disciple. Lingdao only came for too short a time. During this time, he was busy with the cultivation of wild singularity. He had not yet gone to the Tibetan Classics to learn the sacred style.

Zhou Xing held the iron sword and pulled out a sword flower, which was stabbed toward Lingdao. Under the sun, the iron sword exudes a sensation, and it looks a bit dazzling. Zhou Xing believes that the splitting of the nine-style will definitely allow him to defeat Lingdao.

"But, take you as a weapon!"

Looking at Su Lun lying on the ground, Ling Dao directly pulled him up. Grabbing Su Lun’s arms, Ling Dao moved him again. Zhou Xing, who was stabbed by a sword, was shocked. If this sword directly stabbed, I am afraid that Su Lun is very likely to die on the spot. If you kill Su Lun, then Zhou Xing will definitely have trouble.

Immediately, Zhou Xing forced the change of the long sword's trajectory. This made him feel that his temper was not smooth and extremely uncomfortable. After all, it is not easy to use his realm to pry a sword and change the trajectory of the sword.

"This is the time!"

Lingdao’s grasp of the fighter was so precise that he threw out Su Lun and squatted on Zhou Xing’s body. Zhou Xing tried his best to avoid it. He was still picked up by Su Lun. He repeatedly retreated and the sword was almost slipped from his hand.

Before Zhou Xing stabilized his body, Lingdao was like a cannonball, and rushed to the front of Zhou Xing at the fastest speed. Lingdao did not say anything, it was to swing the double fist, and suddenly hit a hook on Zhou Xing's chin.

The power of Ling Dao is not comparable to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing only feels a pain in his chin, his eyes are black, and then his body is turned over, and he flies out, and his teeth are sprinkled on the ground.

"This... no, ah, Su Lun and Zhou Xing, actually lost to a disciple who just started!"

"Oh, I didn't see it, that kid is still a sly character! Next, the outside door must be very lively!"

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