The Immortal Taoist

"Only in the middle of the real atmosphere, the power is even stronger than me? How is it possible?"

Song Yang is a true martial artist and a martial art disciple. He is the equivalent of realm. His strength is stronger than that of Zhenwu Jianzong, Xuanwu Jianzong and Zhitian Jianzong disciples. But now the power of Lingdao is clearly stronger than him.

Moreover, Lingdao's swordsmanship is extremely fierce and overbearing, and the speed of the sword is so fast. It is just a sword, which is to make Song Yang feel jealous. If at the beginning, Song Yang did not put Lingdao in his eyes, then now it is really taken seriously.

"Is he stronger than Brother Song?"

“Is it my eyes?”

Zhong Feifei and Chunlan are extremely shocked. They feel that they have already seen the limit of Lingdao again and again, but the result is that they are more shocked than once. Song Yang is also famous for being at the Epee Gate. Otherwise, the Lord of the Epee Gate will not be assured that this matter will be handed over to Song Yang.

But now, Lingdao Tangzheng and Song Yang have been confronted once, but Song Yang is defeated. Even if Lingdao has only the middle of the real atmosphere, whether it is strength or swordsmanship, Ling Dao is far better than Song Yang. By now, Lingdao’s Ben Lei Shadowless Sword has become superb, and it’s not Song Yang’s ability to resist.

"I have caught your sword, and now you pick me up!"

"The raging seven style!"

The seven styles of Lieyang are the best swordsmanship, and naturally have extraordinary power. For the nine powers, there is no Chinese swordsmanship, or the Chinese swordsmanship is the township school. Anyway, Song Yang can not cultivate. Song Yang’s most powerful school is just the sword.

"Xuan Zhong three combos!"

Song Yang shouted, his hands raised the sword, and after three hundred and sixty degrees of rotation, he slammed down. A fierce violent wave of whistling toward Lingdao. Even on the ground, there is a long sword mark. Then, he stepped forward and was the same movement, and he slammed down again.

Things are far from over, and Song Yang jumped up to the sky. His body is like a gyro, and it is extremely fast. Until his body rose to its maximum height, he swooped down and grabbed the sword with both hands, squatting with the strongest force.

"boom"

Within a radius of a circle, it is like an earthquake. On the ground, there is a deep ditch, like a spider web. As the next sword method, Xuanzhong three combos are extremely harmful. If you only talk about power, Xuanzhong three combos are obviously more powerful than Lieyang.

However, Ling Dao’s understanding of the swordsmanship is not at all comparable to that of Song Yang. If Lingdao comes to show the mysterious triple combo, then Wei can at least double or triple, or even higher. Even with the use of the strong seven, Lingdao is better than Song Yang.

The sword in the hands of Ling Dao seems to have become a seven-round sun, arranged in the field, it is extremely horrible. Switching to other people, even if it is practiced as a raging seven, it is impossible to do this. Lingdao’s sword speed is too fast, so he can only connect seven swords in an instant, and transform the Liyang seven style from the first style to the seventh style.

The so-called thunder fire does not separate the family, Lingdao is in the mine, has a very high talent, then the natural control of the strong seven is also very good. The seven consecutive swords are all going to the impact of Song Yang. The violent collision made the whole battlefield sophomore, flying sand and stone.

A figure, like a cannonball, flew out at the fastest speed. Both Zhong Feifei and Chunlan’s eyes are unscrupulous, and they all want to know who is defeated. The confrontation between Liyang Seven and Xuanzhong three combos has ended.

"Ah,"

Song Yang seems to be dead on the ground, and there is a sword mark on his body. Lingdao's seven-figure sensation seems to have broken into the inside of his body, causing his body to split from the inside out. So seriously injured, let alone fight, it is a luxury to want to live.

"Song brother!"

When Zhong Feifei saw the figure falling in the pool of blood, he was exclaimed. She immediately looked at the place where the battlefield was, where there was a young figure standing proudly, holding a sword, as if it were a sword of the ages that spanned time and space.

"Are you lost?"

Chunlan whispered to herself, until this time, she was unacceptable. Song Yang, who is at the peak of the true atmosphere, was defeated by Lingdao, and they have not fought until now. Not only the winners and losers, but also the birth and death.

"I didn't even have a teenager in the middle of the real atmosphere..."

Song Yang seems to be stupid, whispered. Losing to Lingdao, he is really unacceptable. He has paid enough attention to Lingdao, or else he will not display his strongest scholasticism. But even so, he was defeated, and the defeat was so miserable.

"I said earlier, anyone I want to kill, no one can stop, who can stop who is dead!"

Lingdao held the strong sun sword and walked toward Song Yang. Song Yang, Zhong Feifei, Chunlan, none of them can live. Once they have enmity, if they let them live back to the Epee Gate, then Lingdao has no foothold in Anshan County. The Sword of Heaven is only a force of ten, and he simply does not dare to drink the martial arts.

Second, whether it is Song Yang, Zhong Feifei, or Chunlan, they are aware of some things about Lingdao. These things, Lingdao is not going to let others know that the snake helps the lord and the snake to help those people know, so they are dead. The three of them knew that the three of them must also die.

"Dead!"

Lingdao stepped out and came to Chunlan's side. How fast is his sword, Chunlan wants to resist, it is impossible. Chunlan only had time to touch the neck, bright red blood, dyed her hands. Just a sword, it is his life.

"It's your turn!"

Looking at the Lingdao with the sword walking, Song Yang was a bitter smile. He has no strength to throw out the sword, and the Lieyang sword directly cuts his head out. Just for a moment, Chunlan and Song Yang were killed one after another, leaving only one bell Fifi.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Don't come over!"

Zhong Feifei was so scared that she sat down on the ground, and then she did not stand up at all, so she kept her hands behind her back and kept going backwards. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of fear. Both Chunlan and Song Yang are dead, and she certainly does not want to live alone.

"Before I know now, why bother?"

Lingdao picked up the sword of Song Yang, and then he followed the footsteps of the star, and came to the side of Zhong Feifei. He jumped up and threw the big sword down. When Zhong Feifei had only had a scream, he was ordered by the big sword and died on the ground.

"I... I am... no... let go... you..."

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