The book follows the previous text. Xin Hao used the last move of the Sixteen Swords of Youyun. At that time, the entire carriage was shaking violently, as if it would become fragmented in the next second. When Master Quanzhen saw that something was wrong, he quickly sacrificed his life-saving magic weapon, the small copper sword. But who knew that the small copper sword flew into the whirlwind for only a few dozen seconds before he could hear a clang. Master Quanzhen knew that it was not good and was about to flash into the sleeper berth on the side. But before he could move, the small copper sword had already flew towards his face. At the critical moment, Master Quanzhen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and closed his hands in front of him. Then he clearly felt something was pinched by his hands. Open his eyes and found that the small copper sword was stably inserted between his palms. Master Quanzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came to his heart, Master Quanzhen suddenly felt the pain of burning fire in his palm. When he opened his palm, he saw a layer of skin peeling off where the palm and the copper sword were in contact. A small blood beads could be vaguely seen seeping outward. Master Quanzhen smacked his lips: "If this is nailed to the forehead, the death look will definitely be ugly."

He put away the copper sword and looked up at the front. The whirlwind had already tore a hole in the top of the car. The cold wind outside poured in. Master Quanzhen had a cold war. The air conditioner in the car was turned on before, and it was very hot. He took off his coat and came to see Xinhao in a training suit. But who knew that Xinhao had used his ultimate move as soon as he came up. The roof was gone and the cold wind poured backwards. It was not a very comfortable thing for him, who had a single clothes and thin pants.

The cold had to endure it. The whirlwind in front of him was getting closer and closer. At this time, a strong smell of blood could be smelled from Master Quanzhen's nose. A passenger had already died from Xin Hao's sword. Without further ado, he really had to clean up the top if he continued like this. Master Quanzhen didn't care about it. He took out the bell, shook it gently for a few times, and then stopped. After doing this three times, he saw that the whirlwind in front of him suddenly slowed down a little. Master Quanzhen's eyes caught this subtle change: "It seems to be useful." After that, he shook the bell again.

I don’t know how many times he shook it, but when Master Quanzhen’s hand was sore and could no longer ring the bell, he stopped and took back the bell. Seeing the whirlwind in front of him slower and slower at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally dissipated, Xinhao stood still in the dust, holding the knife in both hands, closing his eyes slightly, and expressionless on his face.

Just as Priest Quanzhen was about to say something, he saw Xinhao's hand relax, and the Tang sword fell to the ground with a clang, and then his whole body became soft and he fell to the ground.

Taoist Master Quanzhen frowned and walked forward a few steps to Xinhao. He squatted down and looked at his nose and pulse. He only breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that he was not seriously injured.

"Young man is so terrifying. Boy, I have passed two moves in three moves, and I still have the last move left. I'll think about it again." Taoist Quanzhen stood up, returned to the place where he was standing, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Senior, you are really trustworthy." Xinhao lay on the ground for a while, and then felt better before slowly getting up from the ground.

Taoist Master Quanzhen shook his head: "Actually, I still want to persuade you. The true energy in your body is no longer enough. You can use talismans or perform sword techniques. You should stop fighting and go back with me. I will say something nice to the master and the others later and let you do something special soon."

Xinhao smiled: "Master, you are joking. No one has ever been able to persuade me. It is even more impossible for you who want to capture me."

"Oh, I know it's futile, but I want to persuade you. Since that's the case, let's do the third move." Quanzhendao sighed, obviously he was very disappointed with Xin Hao's answer.

"Thank you." Xinhao bowed to Taoist Quanzhen and took out a brick from his arms. He made two pieces in total. The first piece was used when dealing with the horse fairy. This piece was hidden for emergency use. He didn't expect it to be used so soon.

When Master Quanzhen saw Xin Hao take out a piece of uneven brick from his arms, he grinned: "Little guy, are you thinking about taking out the bricks and coming out on my forehead?"

"No, no, senior, you will know what I'm using tiles and bricks to do in a while." Xinhao shook his head and said with a smile. Suddenly, Xinhao's face was on the side, and he raised his hand and threw the tiles and bricks to the ground. With a "bang", the tiles and bricks spread out everywhere, and collapsed everywhere.

Taoist Master Quanzhen looked around and there was no change. He couldn't help but laugh: "Little guy, what are you doing? Can't I find something else to vent?"

"No, it's just that I'm late today." Xinhao kept up, Taoist Master Quanzhen looked up along Xinhao's fingers, and saw a hole in the sky. A team of cavalry dressed in strange ways came out of the hole and went all the way to the sky.

"How could it be them!" Seeing the appearance of the leaders, Master Quanzhen was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. He had seen more than Baibians in his description of the appearance of the leaders, but it was the first time he had seen it.

"That's right, it's them." This is the last sentence that Master Quanzhen heard in this world. As soon as he finished speaking, Master Quanzhen felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and then his eyes turned black and the dead body fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!