Yue Buqun's attack was too sudden, Linghu Chong and Yi Lin didn't even have time to react.
The long sword flashed across the void in a flash, as fast as lightning.
Yue Buqun was the sect leader of the Huashan Sect. He was well-known in Jianghu and was also known as the Gentleman Sword. He definitely did not live up to his reputation. Whether it was his sword technique or his internal cultivation, he was considered an expert in Jianghu.
If he suddenly got close and attacked, even a top expert in the martial arts world would be caught off guard and die on the spot, let alone a young Taoist priest.
Yue Buqun's thoughts flashed, but his expression was neither happy nor sad. Killing a person was like slaughtering livestock. At this moment, Yue Buqun's fierce temperament was revealed without a doubt, his methods were decisive and ruthless.
But at this moment, buzz! A black light as fast as lightning shot out from under Zhou Zhao's loose robe, heading straight for Yue Buqun's forehead.
"Impossible!"
Yue Buqun's heart shook violently, his eyes were about to split open, the long sword that shot out suddenly flipped, clang! Sparks flew as the long sword actually reversed its direction and blocked the black light's attack.
"Even if you have some tricks up your sleeve, you still can't escape the fate of death!”
After Yue Buqun narrowly blocked the nail attack, he was shocked and furious, killing intent surging out. This was still a surprise attack on the Little Daoist. If the Little Daoist caught his breath and could use all these methods, then wouldn't he be able to escape in panic like Yu Canghai?
Moreover, if they provoked such an enemy, then there was still a way for the Huashan Sect. Moreover, this little Daoist's identity was strange. Perhaps he was here for the Evil Exorcism Sword Manual. Thinking of all these, the killing intent in Yue Buqun's heart burned like never before.
Yue Buqun's face was suffused with purple qi. His true qi was surging as his entire body followed the sword's momentum and rotated. After repelling the black light, his body suddenly turned sideways, wanting to cut off the young Taoist priest's head.
At this moment, Yue Buqun also saw the young Daoist's face. It was calm and unperturbed. In fact, there was even a hint of mockery in his eyes.
This? Could it be that the Little Daoist was not afraid of death? Or was he stupid?
Yue Buqun couldn't help but have this thought.
"Clang!"
At this moment, a clear sound of a long sword being unsheathed sounded. A cold light rose from the side of the young Taoist priest like a swan.
"It's the long sword beside the Little Daoist! He doesn't know martial arts, but, but that sword isn't just for decoration…"
Chi! The cold light was like lightning, streaking across the void, from an unbelievable angle, it instantly penetrated Yue Buqun's body. Yue Buqun's body shook, he looked at the sword in his chest in disbelief.
"Sword…Sword…"
A large amount of blood flowed out of Yue Buqun's mouth, staring at the long sword in his chest. He could clearly see that the hilt of this long sword was not tied with a transparent thin line of Jianghu tricks. How could that little Taoist do it?
Ta Ta Ta Ta!
Yue Buqun's figure retreated a few steps and finally fell to the ground with a bang. Immediately after, an object wrapped in oil paper fell out of his clothes, and blood filled the hall.
"M-Master…"
Linghu Chong's voice was hoarse as he cried out in disbelief. Everything happened too fast, and by the time it was over, Linghu Chong could only watch his master die in front of his eyes, unable to do anything to stop it.
And it was Yue Buqun who plotted against him first. With Ling Huchong's intelligence, he naturally understood why his master suddenly attacked the little Taoist priest. Now, besides the pain in his heart, he couldn't bring up any thoughts of revenge.
"My condolences!"
Zhou Zhao said softly. With Zhou Zhao's psychokinesis perception range, he naturally already knew that Yue Buqun was hiding nearby and peeking. From the beginning to the end, Zhou Zhao was on guard against him, naturally he would not let him sneak attack.
"Tsk!"
Zhou Zhao's thoughts moved, and the long sword stabbed into Yue Buqun's heart suddenly automatically pulled out, floating in the air, letting out waves of clear sounds, shaking off all the blood on the long sword. Only then did it turn into a ray of light and return to the scabbard beside Zhou Zhao.
Currently, Zhou Zhao's psychokinesis was able to lift around three kilograms of things, while the long sword was light and agile, and was usually within two kilograms. Therefore, Zhou Zhao's psychokinesis was able to freely kill people with his sword, but if he wanted to carry people, it would probably take some time.
Obviously, the scene of Zhou Zhao riding a sword also made Linghu Chong and Yi Lin tremble. Two words appeared in their minds: " Sword Immortal??"
"Hmm?"
But Zhou Zhao didn't pay any attention to their intentions, his gaze falling on the oil-paper wrapped object that fell from Yue Buqun's body, that seemed to be something like a book.
As Zhou Zhao's thoughts moved, the oil paper immediately flew up and scattered. Two books, old and new, were revealed in front of Zhou Zhao. They were written with the Purple Glow Divine Art and the Evil Repelling Sword Manual.
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