The Immortal Taoist

"铿"

The first time the steel sword and the iron sword met, it was a harsh metal friction. Zhongzhenhai, the true atmosphere, is indeed not comparable to those in front. Even Lingdao, at this moment, has stepped back and forth a few steps to stabilize his figure.

"You are not going to defeat me? Why are you so vulnerable?"

Zhong Zhenhai smiled coldly, but he once again attacked Lingdao. In the true atmosphere, he will explode those flesh-and-mortars in power, and use the infuriating spirit to spur the swordsmanship. It is far better than the flesh. If Zhong Zhenhai can't win the first, who else can be the first?

"Xia Xinyao, against Zhong Zhenhai, how much do you have to grasp?"

I don't know when the deputy lord Zhuang Xin has stood by Xia Xinyao. Psychologically, Zhuang Xin does not want Zhong Zhenhai to win. After all, Zhong Zhenhai has a hole in the air. He should have been an inner disciple.

"very!"

Watching Zhong Zhenhai in the field, Xia Xinyao said confidently. Even if it is the true atmosphere of Zhong Zhenhai, she is not in the eyes, can be the 14-year-old, become the outer door master sister of the cracked sword, her power is beyond doubt.

"Oh? So confident?"

Xia Xinyao is a superior genius, a first-class genius, if there is no real martial arts, she won the first disciple first, and then normal. Only Zhuang Xin did not think that Xia Xinyao had the ability to defeat Zhong Zhenhai, and it was still 10%.

"Just stepping into the real atmosphere, there is no problem in defeating him. However, my instinct tells me that the guy is even more terrible!"

Even if he is only fourteen years old, Xia Xinyao has a terrible instinct. It is said that women's intuition is the most accurate. What really makes Xia Xinyao pay attention is not Zhong Zhenhai, but Ling Dao. The strength shown by Zhong Zhenhai is not her opponent at all.

But the person like Ling Dao seems to have no limit forever. He does not know how strong he is. Such an opponent is the most terrible. After all, you can't figure out what he is, and it is not easy to deal with.

"Do you even think Xia Xinyao?"

Zhuang Xin looked at Lingdao deeply. He really didn't understand why a 15-year-old boy would give him a feeling of being completely invisible. He has never seen such a disciple for so many years.

"Is it a hit?"

Lingdao shrugged, it seems that it is only a five-kilogram force with one hand, and it is impossible to defeat Zhong Zhenhai. He deserves to strengthen his power, so that one hand has eight kilograms of strength, after all, such power is still within the normal range.

The limit of the physical body is 10,000 pounds of strength, but Lingdao has already exceeded this limit. If he exerts all the power, it will certainly cause doubts among the elders in the cracked swords, so that he is in a dire situation.

With one hand and eight kilograms of strength, Lingdao immediately pulled back the previous disadvantage. Zhong Zhenhai also looks like a one-and-a-half kilogram of strength, and he is indeed stronger than Lingdao than pure power. It is a pity that the martial art is rumored, and he can't catch the sling.

"No shadow!"

I saw the long sword in the hands of Ling Dao, suddenly turned into an electric light, stabbed toward the chest of Zhong Zhenhai. Eight kilograms of strength use this sword, which is completely different from the previous one. This sword is incredible, even if Zhongzhenhai is obscured.

"The real decisive battle is just beginning!"

The next moment, Ling Dao showed an unparalleled swordsmanship, even if Xie Linger was watching. If you say that the sword with Xie Linger is out of the way, the sword is already fast enough, so now it is completely impossible to describe it.

"What happened? Was it four?"

In the four directions of Zhongzhenhai, there has been a ridge. The four Lingdao swords at the same time, a long sword with a handle, attacked Zhong Zhenhai from all directions. Even if it is a true martial art, this clock Zhenhai is completely trapped in the passive beating.

In fact, there is only one ridge, but his speed is too fast, so that the residual image of his original location has not dissipated. Not only does he have a quick sword, but his speed is also fast and outrageous, or he can't do it at all.

"If he had exposed this hand before, I am afraid I wouldn't even bother to fight with him!"

Xie Linger snorted and thought that her sword was the fastest among the outside disciples. It seems that she is much slower than Lingdao. Even Xia Xinyao is watching the Lingdao with inconspicuous eyes. Such swordsmanship is really amazing.

"Do you think that you can win me? Dream!"

Zhong Zhenhai, who was crushed and beaten, screamed and screamed, but it was rushing toward a Lingdao in the blink of an eye. He didn't know which one was real. It was just a matter of luck. He had to say that he had good luck.

Zhong Zhenhai has just stepped into the true atmosphere, but can not make the infuriating body, but urging all the infuriating in the body to cast the thirteen-day style, as if it really has the power to split a small world.

Just listening to a crisp sound, the two long swords once again collided together. Lingdao felt the iron sword in his hand, and then the sword in his hand was broken for two, and the tip of the sword collapsed. He only had one broken sword in his hand.

After so many battles, the iron sword in the hands of Lingdao has already had a gap. At this moment, I finally couldn’t bear it and broke into two pieces. Seeing this result, Zhong Zhenhai was laughing.

"The sword is broken, what do you fight with me? Hahaha..."

Even the deputy lord Zhuang Xin shook his head. The original Lingdao still hopes to win. Unfortunately, the sword is now broken and will be defeated. The elders were sneer, Lingdao finally lost, for them, it was a good thing.

Only Xia Xinyao feels that Lingdao can still win, because even if the sword is broken, Lingdao's face still has no change. If she had enough confidence and she would never be so calm, she would have looked forward to it. How can a broken sword win?

"To your Zhongzhenghai, you can break your sword!"

The voice just fell, and the figure of Ling Dao disappeared in front of Zhong Zhenhai. Zhong Zhenhai's face changed, but his look was dignified. He had already been a coach at the speed of the previous Lingdao. When he said that it was too late, he immediately turned around and the steel sword in his hand had begun to move.

"How come? Nobody?"

If Lingdao is in Zhongzhenhai, Zhong Zhenhai is completely confident that this sword defeats Lingdao. Unfortunately, he did not see Lingdao. He saw the shocked eyes of the next foreign disciples. His heart had a bad feeling.

Then, Zhong Zhenhai felt a sharp pain in his head. Lingdao descended from the sky and stepped on his head. Then there was a flip, beautiful landing on the ground, and the broken sword in his hand was just placed on the neck of Zhong Zhenhai!