snort!

Dong Mingyue snorted coldly and answered.

Jia Huan didn't care, laughed, and then said to the middle-aged Taoist who was angry and angry, "I don't know how Ying Hao told you, but for the sake of Uncle Yuan, I would like to advise you at the end, that you might as well go back to Wudang immediately and not stay in the capital.

Otherwise, the thousand-year-old famous family in Wudang Mountain will be destroyed by you.

Haha, so brave!

It is no different to the rebellion that he dares to go to the capital and siege a marquis.

The furious middle-aged Taoist hesitated for a moment, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his expression became firmer again. He looked at Jia Huan with sharp eyes and said in a cold voice: "The thief should be killed! Heaven punishes the evil thief!"

After saying that, he picked up the sword that had been inserted on the ground again, and his momentum changed again.

"Huanlang be careful and back down!"

Seeing this, Dong Mingyue's expression suddenly changed. After pulling out the sword from the ground, she said something to Jia Huan behind her, and then waited for the Taoist's anger.

Wudang sword technique is already the best in the world.

What's more, the person opposite is Wuzong.

"The sword comes out of Wudang!"

The middle-aged Taoist "slowly" set out his sword. At least, in Jia Huan's eyes, his sword was extremely slow.

However, Dong Mingyue's expression changed again and she shouted again: "Huanlang, step back!"

Jia Huan did not show off his strength. He knew that the war between Wuzong was not something he could get involved in now.

After Jia Huan took a few steps back, he saw that Dong Mingyue's face was extremely solemn. After taking a deep breath, he took a sword.

But it was not the fierce sword intent that had opened up when fighting with the middle-aged Taoist.

But like the previous boxing techniques, he actually drew a circle again.

One by one, one by one, one by one infinite sword circle.

"bite!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

The middle-aged Taoist's slow sword made a crisp collision sound after contacting the sword shadow circles.

Not big, but extremely dense.

The middle-aged Taoist face changed slightly and he closed his sword.

Then he drew his sword again, and he uttered four words in a deep voice:

"The divine light is like abyss!"

This time, his sword was no longer a sword, but a piece of sword curtain.

It seemed as if countless swords were waving, waving endless sword lights, crushing towards Dong Mingyue.

Dong Mingyue did not respond, but her expression became more and more serious. She looked extremely serious and was still drawing circles.

One sword circle after another, I don’t know the geometry.

"Dingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingding..."

Another series of dense and even more intense sounds of collision between swords and swords sounded.

The middle-aged man had a firm face and a solemn look.

Dong Mingyue's face gradually became pale, but she was still drawing circles.

This time, it is different from the sword-fighting technique just now.

This time, the two of them were fighting for the gods of Wuzong and the intentions of Wuzong.

Apparently, she was at a disadvantage.

Even though the meaning of Tai Chi is one of the most wise martial arts in the world.

However, her practice time was too short and she was far from understanding the meaning of Tai Chi.

But, she was not afraid and was still persisting!

If the middle-aged Taoist only has these two styles, then with the tenacity and patience of Tai Chi's soft mind, whoever loses and who wins is not yet a foregone conclusion...

However, at this moment, the middle-aged Taoist spoke again:

"Welcome the sword and return to the clan!"

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Chapter completed!