In the blink of an eye, Guo Xiaojiu was approaching the Taoist priest, and the sword in his hand had already touched the three swords that were virtual and real.

The two swords in front were phantoms released by Taoist priests. They were originally just to make Guo Xiaojiu's blade slower, and their real killer moves were above the third sword.

The Taoist priest's move was indeed a killer move. His slanted sword only needed to break Guo Xiaojiu's strength and could easily pierce Guo Xiaojiu's neck. At that time, who else can in this town and who dares to stop him?

It’s just a pity that the Taoist priest’s sword was pressed down neatly by the knife in Guo Xiaojiu’s hand.

"I can't even take my left-hand knife!" Guo Xiaojiu shook his head gently, lifting the knife without taking action again, but just quietly looked at the Taoist priest's surprised expression.

Of course no one would notice that Guo Xiaojiu's right hand, which was behind him, was trembling quickly.

He did not draw his right hand to draw his sword because his right hand was injured. No one could see it, including the Taoist priest.

After a little stunned, the Taoist priest quickly took two steps back. He protected his sword in front of him. It seemed to be a relaxed confrontation. He had already used all his strength, but the boy opposite only used his left-handed sword. How strong is his right-handed sword?

"Maybe this guy is a left-handed?" The Taoist priest thought so, and he decided to test it again. If he failed, he would have to use the old trick of running away if he couldn't beat it. He hadn't been away for a long time.

"Come again!" The Taoist priest shouted. This time he drew the sword, and it was obviously faster. Under the sword dance, another sword appeared, this time it was four swords.

I still don’t know which sword is true and which sword is false.

It would be better to break them all. Guo Xiaojiu's knife shook again, and he stepped forward with his feet. This time his knife slashed across, and his move was only in the blink of an eye.

As the sword fell, Guo Xiaojiu was just holding the knife this time and was too lazy to lift it.

The Taoist felt his hand hurt. He looked over carefully and found that half of the sword in his hand was left.

"Are you still here?" Guo Xiaojiu smiled at the Taoist priest and continued to say with some playfulness: "How about you go and get a sword again, or do you have any other means to let me see more!"

"Young man, please spare me!" The Taoist priest suddenly threw away the broken sword in his hand, showing a grievance. He bent and lowered his head humbly.

Guo Xiaojiu took back the knife and reached out to hold the scabbard behind him. He stared at the Taoist priest carefully and looked at him: "Leave that girl and take your good disciples to run away!"

Hearing Guo Xiaojiu's words, the Taoist priest said in his heart: "It turns out to be a young man. If I just ran away like this today,

Then I really can't keep going in this area from now on."

The Taoist priest's eyes were rolling around, and his sword was indeed broken by Guo Xiaojiu, but he obviously felt that Guo Xiaojiu's strength was much weaker in the second fight.

Even though he still broke his sword, he was a little doubtful at first whether he had a mistake in his feelings. However, after showing weakness, he saw Guo Xiaojiu's hollow sword sheath behind him, and the trembling right hand.

Immediately, the Taoist priest was sure that this guy was probably injured and had serious internal injuries.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Guo Xiaojiu frowned, and his left hand hit the scabbard again: "Do you want to see if I have any other tricks?"

"I'm joking, I'm joking." The Taoist priest hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face, and he reached out to his cuffs: "I have some treasures here, I want to pay tribute to you, Young Master."

"Huh?" Guo Xiaojiu glared at the Taoist priest in confusion, and found that the Taoist priest was still walking forward. He immediately shouted in his heart: "Not good."

"When I don't dare to kill you?" He quickly fired his sword. This time the sword was extremely fast. Since he had not fooled this guy before, this time he could only try his best to kill the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest quickly pulled out his hand in fear. He did not move forward any further. He held a small mechanism in his hand and gently pressed it, and a slight silver gloss flashed away.

At this time, Guo Xiaojiu was just about to take action. Seeing the Taoist priest's actions, he wanted to avoid it, but found that he could not catch the luster at all. He could only guess about two steps to the right.

"You are really a vicious and stinky Taoist priest!" Guo Xiaojiu glared at the Taoist priest, let out an roar, and had already lifted his sword to slash it at the Taoist priest.

The blade fell quickly, and the knife pointed straight at the Taoist priest's head.

"Did you really hide?" The Taoist priest muttered, turned around and started running. He ignored his loss of face in front of his two apprentices.

If he really fled today and left the town, he would find a way to deal with his two apprentices, and then change places and continue like this. He had been here before.

"Puu!" Guo Xiaojiu's body rushed forward and fell to the ground without restraining its strength.

Or, it wasn’t Guo Xiaojiu accidentally and not holding back his strength, but he was really hit by the Taoist priest’s trick?

Maybe this is true. Guo Xiaojiu's entire left half had begun to lose consciousness, and he could not support his body to stand up again.

He was fighting with heavy eyes, and he knew he might have fallen into this

Taoist priest's condom.

How great would it be if the flying sword came at this time?

The Taoist priest ran a few steps, heard the movement behind him, and immediately turned around and smiled with a wicked smile: "Boy, when you walk in the world, remember one thing, don't force yourself to stand up, oh, yes, you don't need to remember it anymore."

The Taoist priest slowly walked to Guo Xiaojiu's side. He lowered his body and reached for the knife that was tightly held in Guo Xiaojiu's hand.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Yue exclaimed in surprise, and then woke up the young and strong man in the town who had been stunned for a long time.

"Are you nonsense? Kill someone!" The Taoist priest smiled evilly and looked at the direction of the crowd.

"Ah!" The old men hiding at the end were already scared. They wanted to run but couldn't run fast, and they couldn't even move their steps.

The Taoist priest had already grasped Guo Xiaojiu's sword. The knife was very heavy. He admired the artwork. It was this knife. He broke his sword. He tried to wave it a few times and nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, he had already held the knife in both hands, and his eyes were fixed on Guo Xiaojiu, who was still feeling a little bit.

"Is the flying sword really coming?" Guo Xiaojiu saw Changhong flying from afar in a daze. He was sure that it must be her coming!

The Taoist priest felt a chill in his body. Before the knife he raised was ready to fall, he looked down at his chest.

A long sword penetrated his chest, it was the Taoist sword and a flying sword.

"Miss Ning?" In a vague way, Guo Xiaojiu lost consciousness when he heard someone shouting these three words.

The Taoist priest also lost consciousness. The Taoist priest may never wake up one day, but Guo Xiaojiu will.

Ning Buer took back the flying sword, reached out and held it on Guo Xiaojiu's left shoulder, and pulled it out, and it actually pulled out a thin silver thread. This was the silver luster emitted by the mechanism in the Taoist priest's hand just now.

"He's fine, someone will come to take him away later." Ning Buer threw the silver wire to the ground and took his sword back to his scabbard.

Maybe something had happened to Ning Buer reached out and patted the scabbard gently.

This sound is really pleasant! Ning Buer exclaimed in his heart, and she stood up and looked at the standing Taoist boy.

The Taoist boy hurriedly threw down the iron chain and helped Cui'er unshackle the iron chain. Then he fell to his knees on the ground after his legs were weak.

Cui'er no longer cried. She stared at Ning Buer blankly because Ning Buer asked her in a low voice: "Do you want to accompany me back to Qingcheng Mountain and be my apprentice?"
Chapter completed!