"Buzz—!", but when you hear the sound, the thin sword flies up and down, like a flower rushing dragon, turning over rivers and seas. While it is extraordinary, you can also see the powerful destructive power in it, point, stab, and pick. The simple three simple ways of sword drawing form all the ways of Xuanpin Sword Technique, focusing on momentum rather than moves, this is Xuanpin Sword Technique;

Taoist Xuanpin was a young master of a merchant family when he was young. He had no worries about food and clothing and had no worries about life. However, a sudden change forced him to become a monk in Wudang Mountain. He learned a truth from that change, and it is still his creed today;

Being a person must be cruel, not only to the enemy, but also to yourself;

Xuanpin sword technique coincides with this state of mind. It was originally a scheming technique that was forbidden to practice. The sword technique that had been declining for many years was promoted in Xuanpin's hands. He also became a famous master in the world in one fell swoop. He called himself the Taoist of Xuanpin!

Tutuo is a rising star. The "nie" among the powerful "monks and Taoist nuns" back then. Master Xuanming of the Jingyi Sect is her master. She has inherited Master Xuanming's martial arts, seven-layer cicada craftsmanship, red-body hidden acupuncture techniques, and a sword technique that is not weak. She can be said to be out of her own.

In disguise, this is a confrontation between the "monks, Taoists and nuns". It has nothing to do with fame and fortune, nothing to do with anything else, but only with some obsessions from that year. They have never taken action, so there are some regrets that Xuanpin plans to complete it today;

"Drink—!" Tuotuo shouted lightly, the silver chain was cold and silver light was shining. She could not let Xuanpin take Han Wen away. Han Wen not only had some big secrets that could shake Prince Qing's plan, but also something that was inexplicable to herself!

"Tutuo! You are distracted!" The old and hoarse voice seemed sonorous and powerful. The Taoist Xuanpin carried the back with his left hand, held the sword in his right hand and stretched forward with his wrist. A slender sword swayed left and right;

A sloppy Taoist priest who is sloppy and accepts money, at this moment, actually shows the demeanor of a master. A master is a master. Even if a master is a rolling in the mud pit, a person's appearance can be changed, but a person's aura will never be!

Tuotuo is always so calm and radiant, like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains. She can only be seen from afar, but not played with. She is arrogant... "Uncle Master! You should worry about yourself! Old but not dead is a thief! You are a thief who has lived too long! It is desperate! I wonder how many enemies you have are waiting for you to die! If you kill you, will they be very happy?"

"Old thief? Hahaha!" The Taoist Xuanpin laughed uncontrollably. He lit the sword lightly, and his speed was extremely fast. He could actually press Tutuo before Tutuo used the seventh level of cicada craftsmanship, and he did not give Tutuo a chance to use it at all!

The corner of the Taoist Xuanpin's mouth was opened and a mouthful of yellow teeth appeared: "I really don't know the little girl who respects the elderly! I really don't know how Xuanming chose you as his disciple! Back then, the three of us were the kindest, right? She is the monk I respect! But... she is him, you are you! Don't think that after learning a little bit of fur, you dare to be rampant in front of Taoist Master!"

The world of Xuanpin is very simple. Gratitude is gratitude, grudge is grudge. Heaven, there is only white and black, and nothing else. This is Xuanpin, a simple and complex person!

Tuotuo kept silent, turned around and threw the silver chain sword over. With the whistling sound, a golden thread wrapped around her hair was scattered, attached to the silver chain sword, unable to see or hear. In the light, silver is the sword, and gold is the needle!

The red body hidden acupuncture technique is the real red body hidden acupuncture technique. The awl-like thing that she used as a hidden weapon to hurt the judge of the desert was just placed on the surface to confuse the public! And the golden thread on her hair is the real needle!

"Sher—!", what you can't hear is the sound, what you can't see is the blood. Xuanpin suddenly covered his shoulder and stepped back a few steps. On the trunk behind him, it was a soft golden thread, but it was stubborn and unyieldingly inserted into the trunk swaying in the wind, trembling;

The Taoist Xuanpin tore his Taoist robe with expressionless expression. He looked at the almost non-existent wound and it hurts very much. He put away his sword and said, "It's very good. It's true that there are talented people in the world, and they are all leading the way for hundreds of years! Old! Old!"

Shaking his head and sighing, the Xuanpin Taoist, who had been scolding for decades, was full of loneliness. All that was left except loneliness was... gratitude? Yes, gratitude, the gradual decline of martial arts, these old guys saw it and were hurt in their hearts. With firearms, they took the enemy's heads tens of steps away, like taking objects from a bag. Where are there anyone who is willing to practice hard for more than ten years, or even decades?

"I'm giving up! Uncle Master!" Although Xuanpin is far older than Master Xuanming, Tuotuo always calls Uncle Master Xuanming. This is because Taoist Xuanpin respects Master Xuanming very much and has always insisted on this name;

"Forget it! Forget it!", Taoist Xuanpin shook his head, as if sighing dejectedly;

The Dharma King Tongming looked at the god-like figure in his mind and was defeated by Tuotuo's hands. He opened his mouth incredibly, and moved his feet to escape. "Swoosh--!", a long needle like an awl was stabbed three inches in front of his feet;

Tuotuo shouted coldly: "Tongming! Tell me where the red leaves are! Otherwise... today next year will be your death day!"

The Dharma King Tongming took a few breaths, tried hard to keep calm, shook his head, and said nothing. The dragon-patterned knife in his hand was crossed across his chest, and a bow and horse was tugged on both legs, like a leopard ready to go, looking at his enemy with caution;

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. The Xuanpin Taoist, who originally looked lonely and despairing, jumped lightly and came to Han Wen in front of him, clamped him, and ran a few more steps. The Xuanpin Taoist threw Han Wen on the horse and sat on another horse himself;

"Hahaha! Little girl! You are still a little tender! Master Dao will not fight you! I'm wasting time! Master Dao hasn't eaten yet!" Xuanpin laughed so badly, like a child who had successfully played a prank, laughing naively and interestingly;

Han Wen sighed, and people often say, "Old and old children, little children, probably like Xuanpin?" Han Wen said, "Tutuo, if you are destined to meet again!"

Tuotuo's face changed drastically, and Han Wen still escaped. Once he no longer had his own control, it meant that Ma Ming's life would probably not be saved! In her heart, she gave up the idea of ​​finding trouble for the King of Tongming and headed straight to the horse team of the Zhengyi Escort Agency, intending to seize the horse;

I have heard Master Xuanming say that those two friends are open-minded people, a hero-like figure. Although the Taoist priest is also a guy with a clear relationship, he has a scattered personality and likes to play. Now it seems... Although his red-body acupuncture technique hurt him, he definitely did not stab his acupuncture as he imagined;

"Huh--!", the big sword danced, and the Dharma King Tongming attacked in an instant... He shouldn't have done this;

Suddenly, he turned around and escaped from the sword of the Dharma King Tongming. His eyes covered with frost were more like the ice that would last for thousands of years: "You are looking for death! Tongming! Next year's Qingming Festival... I hope someone can burn paper for you!"

"Buzz···", the sleeves are fluttering, and the cicadas are flying. According to legend, there is a kind of golden cicada in the Western Regions called "Twenty-Three Years of Cicada". It is buried deep underground without moving, breaking its shell and flying out of the treetops. If it doesn't sing, it will be awesome!

The black veil, the blue-clothed one, the Dharma King is in it, as if you see something and hear something...

"Buzz——", cicadas roar, and the sound comes to death!

He covered his wound in disbelief, and Tongming leaned on the dragon-patterned knife and tried hard to prevent himself from falling down. He tried hard to straighten his waist. He was the King of Tongming, the proud King of Tongming: "What a great kung fu... Red Leaf, Red Leaf... Yanmen Pass!"

The face was expressionless, his wrists were shaking slightly, and the silver chain sword was tied to his waist. He stepped on the horse without saying a word. His legs were gently clamped. The horse stood up and his long neighed, and disappeared with thick smoke;

The people from the Zhengyi Escort Agency looked at the scenes of dazzling rounds and turned around, and looked at the head of the wards leader Qiao Yong at a loss. The hunched Qiao Yong sighed: "It is the most important thing for people to die, let's bury him! Go to Yanmen... I really don't know whether this ward is a blessing or a disaster!"

The drizzle was hazy, and the storm that was coming was finally pouring down. Han Wen, who ran away with Xuanpin, couldn't help but tremble and said, "Master, let's find a place to shelter from the wind and rain first! This is not a solution. I don't have the same body as you!"

"Okay!" Taoist Xuanpin nodded, the ferocious face flashed away, and he glanced at the almost invisible wound on his shoulder slightly. Xuanpin shook his head, it was so damn painful! Jianghu, it's really hard to mess around, it's better to be a liar in the martial arts world... No! He is a master of the court, which is more fun!

"Go to Mount Wutai! I haven't been there for a long time, and I don't know how the monk there is!" Xuanpin smiled and said, "That's a coward who is even more greedy than me!"

A foodie monk? Before he knew it, Korean thought of someone, the monk Xuanye, Xuanye, Xuanpin, Xuanming, "Monk"? "Tao"? "Ni"?

Han Wen pursed his lips. Qiuyu was lonely and cool, just like his mood. He was eager to get rid of that woman. Was he escaping? He didn't know, and Tuotuo didn't know...

May time prove everything, may Han Wen be stunned, he is crazy, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the dark clouds sounded, thunder sounded, lightning slid down, and the sky is bright!

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