How could Tuoba Bodhisattva be willing to exchange Ye Qi for serious injury at the cost of an arm? His fist was obviously still moving forward. The next moment, he directly closed his fist and avoided Ye Qi's sword.

"When he fought in front of him, Ye was the best at practicing swords. Tuoba Bodhisattva, come again!" After hearing Ye Qi's words, he took a step back first, the ancient sword was flat, and he held the sword in both hands and stabbed it straight.

The sword force and the sword intent were simple and unpretentious, but it made the heart of Tuoba Bodhisattva feel chill. He widened his eyes and his hands were empty. Countless Taoist temples collapsed, and bricks and tiles quickly condensed between his fingers, forming a thick gray-black round shield.

Ye Qi stabbed with a sword, and the round shield burst out with countless dust. The unyielding Bodhisattva Tuoba began to retreat, and the bricks and tiles on the roof were exposed to two empty spaces by his feet, which could be seen inside the house.

Retreat to the edge of the house, the Bodhisattva Tuoba fell down, but his feet did not leave the eaves. The round shield in his hand was broken into powder, and he almost avoided Ye Qi's thorn.

Ye Qi's body was almost parallel to the ancient sword in his hand, and Tuoba Bodhisattva was hanging on the body of Tuoba Bodhisattva. Tuoba Bodhisattva exhaled a breath of white breath, seized the opportunity, and his body jumped up and hit Ye Qi's waist with his shoulders.

Ye Qi's body became bent by the bumps of Tuoba Bodhisattva, and then he was directly hit on the sky.

"Ye Jianxian, who broke through three thousand armors with one sword in Li Yang, is that's it!" Tuoba Bodhisattva laughed wildly, stepped on the roof with both feet, and clenched his fists with one hand and shot into the sky.

While he was kicking his feet, the Daode Sect mountain gate was like an earthquake. No Taoist temple was intact and turned into ruins. Some disciples of the Daode Sect who had not had time to leave were shocked by the terrifying force and bleeding from their seven orifices.

Ye Qi, who was still flying upwards, turned several times in the void. After stopping his body, his hairband was left where it was left. His black hair floated like a mess. He did not care about the blood on the corner of his mouth. His black cloud shoes actually leveraged the force between the void, held a sword and chopped the sword in his hand like a firewood. His white shirt was floating, faster than the speed of Tuoba Bodhisattva who rushed over at this time, and his body suddenly fell.

Tuoba Bodhisattva said that Ye Jianxian was just like this, and he just said that masters knew the masters at first glance, not to mention that he knocked the other person away with one shoulder, and his body, which was as perfect as the Great Vajra Realm, was actually aching.

At this moment, looking at the other party's simple sword-cutting style, Tuoba Bodhisattva frowned with an unprecedented solemn expression. This Ye Jianxian, a god who did not enter the land, had such a strong combat power. When he completely reached the sword immortal, no one in the world could stop him, and the old monster Wang could not do it.

The vitality of heaven and earth drove the mountain wind and rushed towards the fist of Tuoba Bodhisattva. The entire Daode Sect mountain gate seemed to have a large tornado, and the clouds and mist were swept into it.

The decisive battle between the two on the mountain was only within a few moves. Another decisive battle before the steps down the mountain was over. Qilin Zhenren covered his collapsed chest with his hands, half-kneeled on the ground, looking at Guanyin in white angrily.

"The leader of the Daode Sect, but this is the case, and he dares to speak out and destroy Buddha. It is embarrassing to see him." Guanyin in white said coldly. She originally wanted to send the Beimang master back to heaven with one palm, but was stopped by the monk Nagarjuna, otherwise the Qilin Zhenren would not only be knocked down by someone's chest.

"Haha, if the man Tuoba had not punched me and stabbed me with a sword by the man surnamed Ye, how could I have been seriously injured by you, a junior?" said the Beimang National Master coldly, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground with a mouthful of blood.

"Diet to the point of death, you have to be stubborn."

An angry shout came from the eighteen Taoist temples, and then a white rainbow came from the river. The pilgrims who had watched the game and joined in the fun had retreated as early as when the Qilin real person appeared. Li Daoxin stood on the river and stepped on it with one foot. The surroundings of the eighteen Taoist temples suddenly turned into water.

When Qilin Zhenren saw that it was Li Dangxin, he turned a blind eye to the Taoist priests who were crying for help from the eighteen Taoist temples. He turned around and endured the pain and was about to fly towards the wild mountain east of the Tianmen.

"Qilin, I am not as kind as my teacher, nor as the Six-Pearl Bodhisattva, only competing for Buddha, Taoism, I should be careful, I have always had avenge. If you deceive my teacher, this is a dead revenge!"

Li Dangxin Yuhong chased after him for a while. After a while, a miserable roar came from the deep mountains. The monk Nagarjuna smiled helplessly, chanted Amitabha Buddha, and said silently.

Guanyin in white looked at the main street opposite the eighteen Taoist temples that had become Shuize, and said, "Saint monk, this is not a sin, but a cause and effect. Li Donxin's approach is not bad."

The water ripples rippled, and the sound of horse hooves came from outside the mountain. It was the five thousand Dong family troops who came with the Tuoba Bodhisattva.

Just now, after Guanyin in white defeated Qilin Zhenren, ten miles away from the eighteen Taoist temples, five thousand light cavalry were ready to go. When Qilin Zhenren died, the famous generals of Beimang, Dong Zhuo, who was only under Tuoba Bodhisattva, waved his commander's flag, and five thousand light cavalry moved forward in a mighty manner.

After killing Qilin Zhenren, Li Dangxin returned to his master. After careful examination, he found that his master had not damaged his basic cultivation. He bent down and gave a thank-you gift from the world, saying, "Since the Six Pearl Bodhisattva saved his family master, Li Dangxin will never allow these five thousand riders to climb the mountain today."

The white-clothed Guanyin seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at the tornado that suddenly emerged from the Heavenly Gate, and smiled happily. You had already thought about everything. Five thousand cavalry could not control your battle with Tuoba Bodhisattva. After you won, you could still leave calmly. It turned out that your indifference was just pretending.

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"Senior brother, I'm too tired. Can I rest?" Zhao Yousong said weakly at a cliff at the Great Lotus Peak of Yuzhu Peak.

Wang Xiaoping laughed abnormally a few times, waved his hand, signaling that the boy could rest. The boy looked disbelief and waved his sword and asked, "Really?"

Wang Xiaoping said impatiently: "Why, don't you want to rest?"

The boy smiled and inserted the wooden sword into the mud on the cliff. He ran beside his senior brother and said, "I just think my senior brother is not right today."

Wang Xiaoping said, "I'm leaving for a few days."

Zhao Yousong said in confusion: "Senior Brother, don't you say that you should go into seclusion and practice swords until one day you can beat Deng Tai'a before you come out?"

Wang Xiaoping breathed a long sigh and said, "Our master is a madman. He always likes to practice swords in life and death. This time he went to Beimang and was in big trouble."

Zhao Yousong was stunned when he heard this. Master would be in big trouble. Then he didn't think much and said, "I'll go too."

"What can you do, little bastard, do you want to cause some more trouble for your master?" Wang Xiaoping gave Zhao Yousong a thunderous thunder and said, "Practice your sword well."

Zhao Yousong clenched his fists, took a sip of water, then stubbornly picked up the wooden sword and started practicing again. Wang Xiaoping smiled with relief and left the Dalianhua Peak with his sword.

After his figure just disappeared from the sky, a voice sounded: "Senior Brother Xiao Wang, wait for me."

The voice fell behind, and a woman in red stepped down the clouds, but there was no one who spoke.
Chapter completed!