Everything had happened too quickly. In the blink of an eye, even Lu Zhangke himself had no time to react. Why did a sword suddenly jump out and slash his neck? Not to mention He Biweng, who was beside Lu Zhangke, and Zhang Wuji, who was even further away.
At this moment, the two of them only saw a cold light leap out. Lu Zhangke's figure froze, and his face was filled with fear and disbelief.
Thud!
This expert, who had been famous for many years and had penetrated the world of Heavenly Realm from the beginning to the end, fell straight back. A large amount of blood gushed out from his neck. The peripheral nerves in his body were still not dead. They kept twitching like poultry that had just been slaughtered.
"Senior Brother!"
He Bi Weng's eyes were about to split open as he let out a sorrowful roar.
"Brat, die!"
The true energy in Crane Brush Elder's body burst forth, and a cold aura permeated the air. The steel-forged Crane Brush revealed a sharp edge as it directly attacked Zhou Zhao's head.
Clang!
At this moment, the clang of a long sword suddenly rang out. A cold light flashed across the sky, shocking He Biweng so much that all the hair on his body stood on end and he broke out in cold sweat. Yes, his senior brother was killed by the cold sword that suddenly appeared.
Crane Brush Weng's steel crane brush turned from offense to defense. Dang! With a brilliant splash of sparks, the Steel Crane Brush blocked the longsword's attack. The longsword bounced back and hung in the air. Only then did everyone see the longsword's figure clearly.
The sword was three feet long, and its blade was cold and elegant. It was like a living thing, moving in the void, which was terrifying.
"What, what kind of method is this?"
Even Zhang Wuji could not help but exclaim in shock.
"Lu Zhangke was actually killed!”
"That sword can move on its own? Oh my god! Flying sword?"
As Crane Brush Weng roared in grief and anger, everyone from the Ming Cult and the Mongolian soldiers looked over from the corner of their eyes. They were immediately stunned.
Whoosh! The Pine Wind Sword darted around in the air like a fish. At this moment, everyone could only see the cold light around He Biweng. The cold light became more and more bizarre and unexpected, as if the sword was coming from all directions. The various incredible angles and arcs made people's scalps go numb.
Chi chi!
The sound of cloth being cut rang out twice. Crane Brush Weng's abdomen was almost cut open. There was a deep sword wound on his back, which was dripping with blood.
"No matter what flying sword technique you know, you're not even twenty years old yet. You can't cultivate martial arts in your mother's womb.!”
He Bi Weng's eyes were red as he shouted angrily. After being injured, he actually didn't retreat but advanced. He was going to fight with his life. He held the Crane Brush in one hand to block the long sword, and a palm raised a terrifying cold qi, hitting towards Zhou Zhao's head.
Seeing that He Biweng and the weak little Daoist priest were already close at hand, the expressions of the Ming Cult members in the distance changed slightly, and they broke out in cold sweat for the little Daoist priest.
"Is that so?"
At this moment, He Biweng saw that this handsome young Taoist priest was still slowly putting a grape into his mouth. His expression was very calm and calm. It didn't seem like he was fighting with someone to the death, but rather, it seemed like he was chatting with someone.
"Why is he so calm…"
Before He Biweng could finish his thoughts, his pupils suddenly reflected dense silver light. These silver lights seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
And what was this?
A thought flashed through Crane Brush Elder's mind. Boom! Countless silver lights rushed towards him. He Bi Weng only felt his vision turn black and he lost consciousness.
In the eyes of the others, Crane Brush Weng's body had been penetrated by the dense silver light. His ragged body was blown away and rolled on the street like a rag doll. Blood gushed out and dyed the entire street red. He was dead.
Weng!
The countless silver lights that shot out were like birds returning to the forest, forming a tide that returned to Zhou Zhao's side. They slowly moved around Zhou Zhao's body, as if they were protecting Zhou Zhao.
"What's going on? The world was starting to become a strange myth!!!”
"Aren't these all Xianxia methods in the story books?？”
"Oh my god! I saw a True Immortal today!"
" Demonic arts, Demonic Dao!!"
At this moment, everyone present was dumbfounded and swallowed hard. Some people exclaimed in their hearts, some were shocked, and some were terrified.
At this moment, the people in the distance might not be able to see it clearly. They only felt that the silver light was shining and the cold air was dense.
However, Zhang Wuji, who was not far away, could clearly see that these silver lights were clearly nails that were slightly thicker than embroidery needles. At this moment, they gathered together as if they were alive, forming a silver ribbon rainbow light that swam around the handsome Taoist priest.
These were the extra silver nails from the previous repair of the Taoist temple. Zhou Zhao had asked for them. Under the control of psychokinesis, their lethality was far more terrifying than a sword.
Ta!
At this moment, everyone saw that the Taoist priest finally stood up from the stool, straightened his clothes, and looked up at them.
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