Gangzhi Guan Limen has been established for dozens of years, and it is not just opportunistic to be able to get the holy favor. In the past, it was not that no one questioned its strength, but with the five ancestors of the "Heaven" character and the two mysterious protectors in charge, no one could shake its status.

Tang Wuye expected that Gangzhiguan would make a lot of money in order to recapture the Mo Ming Society, so he estimated the enemy he faced with the strength of the second generation of disciples, even if it was a group of disciples with the word "earth", he was sure to retreat with his whole body. Unfortunately, it backfired, he guessed wrong, the people attached great importance to the evil sword, and they actually sent the gatekeeper to disguise himself as a mediocre to escort the sword.

The eight-armed tarantula had killed many people, his hands were cold, but his blood was always hot, but today he suddenly found that his heart was almost half cold. Declining without a fight is the most taboo thing for a warrior, and only by treating death as if it were home can he die and come back to life.

A killer should not have any emotions when he kills. Tang Wuye kept admonishing himself, pulling the silk thread with his thumbs to withdraw the double dagger thrown in the distance, and asked tentatively, "You are the 'Yin' protector. ”

Taoism pays attention to the coordination of yin and yang, but the two protectors are different from each other to separate yin and yang and call themselves names. Yang is strong, yin is soft, and the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him is like an invincible trench, but his appearance is younger than that of Changqingzi, mostly because of the field he is attacking to help him stay in the face.

The Dharma Protector was amazed by Tang Wuye's vision, and he admitted that his knowledge was not as good as that of the other party, so he humbly arched his hand and said: "The fact that Tang Daxia recognizes people and distinguishes colors belongs to it. ”

Tang Wuye was not polite to him, and without saying a word, he spread the diameter of the copper plate in the sky and scraped it towards the Taoist priests.

Changqingzi saw that Taiyinzi's identity was exposed, and no longer pretended to care about disguising his identity, and took care of himself with his sword to defend himself. However, Lao Dao's face tensed in an instant, and he gasped uncontrollably, lowered his head and shook his wrist desperately, and looked up at the impending danger, only to find that he could not lift the long sword no matter what.

When he was in danger, Changqingzi decisively threw his sword, raised his butt and fled in panic when he looked like a dog. It was only when his body was halfway down that the shameful cry for help from his throat quietly disappeared. He covered his neck and stuck out his tongue, kneeling in disbelief, his old eyes glaring at Ye Mingbaozhu, the size of Taiyinzi, and he couldn't make a sound.

The human head rolled to the ground like a balloon. Lao Dao was still blind to death, his torso from the neck down was still in place, and the bowl-sized incision seemed to be drawn to a sharp weapon to cut neatly without any blunt spots.

Above the corpse, a few drops of blood floated in the air.

"I don't know how to learn. Taiyinzi and Changqingzi's huge eyes intersected, and their plain faces did not show the slightest regret. Then he suddenly stretched out his hand to twist something, and looked at it with great interest, not only did not mourn for his fellow disciples, but also sighed and praised: "Compared with the guy who has seen the waste of fame in the past, you are right to be called the 'eight-armed tarantula'." ”

The breeze passed through the mountains and forests, the leaves of the forest said goodbye to the mother tree, and they swayed to say goodbye to the mother tree, and they felt the only moment of freedom before turning into dust. Some of them are not very interesting, and they are openly introduced between Tang Wuye and Taiyinzi confrontation. Before it could enjoy enough of its time to fly, the intact leaves suddenly shattered, and the veins were buried forever with scattered fragments.

Tai Yinzi saw through Tang Wuye's technique, and at the same time was impressed by his technique: from the first time the killer threw the copper plate, the transparent ligament tied to each copper plate had formed an impenetrable cobweb. If you are careful to identify it, you may be able to get out of the net formation, once someone outside attacks, how can you see the thin line of a knife blade when you avoid it wholeheartedly, and in the end it will not become a scrap of minced meat?

The silk thread on the copper plate is made of the silk of the polar ice silkworm, and its texture is both rigid and soft, and there is no way for ordinary weapons to take it. And right now, Taiyin Zi is trapped in the net and can't get out, even if he practices the bone shrinking magic skill, he can't penetrate a gap that is only the size of a finger.

But Tang Wuye's right eyelid is beating hard now. As the saying goes, the left is good and the right is bad, and the disaster has never been a one-way street. Taiyinzi going down the mountain is a disaster, so Mo Ming falling into his hands is the second disaster.

Divine soldiers are hard to find in the world, but there is one by your side.

Taiyinzi was calm, and the wide cuffs showed Changqingzi's corpse out of thin air, and the brocade box bound by the iron chain "Before the ink was left in the rivers and lakes, Poor Dao and Chunyangzi also served as the guardian of the Ten Thousand Evil Cliffs. The Dao method of pure Yangzi is used to obliterate the powerful ghosts with strong resentment, while the poor Dao practice can induce the undead to listen to the sent. ”

"So, this sword is made in heaven with me!" The brocade box exploded, the evil sword broke into the net, the Taoist priest caught the hilt of the sword, and the surrounding sand and stones flew away.

There was no need for superfluous moves, the Taoist priest simply chopped and cut, and after the wind and dust stopped, he was out of the predicament safely.

Tang Wuye showed his skills and stepped on Ye Wuzi, trying to widen the distance between him and Taiyinzi. It's a pity that the Taoist priest who holds the sword and the Taoist who doesn't hold the sword is judged to be the same, his light skills are indeed not enough to match Yun Zhongyan, but the frequent stabbing and roundabout sword cycle is gradual, and there are signs of catching up with Tang Wuye at any time.

Suddenly, the untraceable pace staggered for no reason, and a mossy root made Tang Wuye reveal a flaw.

The opportunity could not be lost, Mo Ming resolutely shot and grabbed his throat, and the Taoist priest did not stop chasing the sword track.

It was too late for Tang Wuye to readjust his posture, he suddenly noticed a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw a sword blade that was as sharp as clay.

The wind behind him was rolling closer, and Taiyinzi was about to touch the hilt of the sword to give the final blow.

Tang Wuye bared his teeth and laughed, he suddenly turned around and took out a flat box from his belt and shouted, "Stinky Daoist, go die!"

The unexpected counterattack of the eight-armed tarantula made Tai Yinzi stammer, and when he reacted, his palm and Mo Ming pierced, and Tang Wuye's wooden box suddenly burst out with suffocating silver needles.

"Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle!" a flash of inspiration flashed in the Taoist priest's mind, and the momentum nail attached to the silver needle that was fired hit the tree a few steps away.

Twenty-seven needles and nails completely entered Taiyinzi's body, Tang Wuye bowed his back and shook his hands towards his opponent, and the sword body with his chest was almost touching the ground. He was shaky, his eyes were still sharp, and the corners of his mouth struggled to squeeze out a wisp of contempt: "Rainstorm Pear Blossom, the king of hidden weapons, you will see blood when you come out." It's a pity that you haven't even revealed your five achievements in your life, and you are going to die here tragically, isn't it sad and ridiculous. ”

Taiyinzi's seven orifices smoked, the green tendons on his temples increased sharply, and he was unwilling to fall: "Even if you die, I have to carry you together!"

In the end, the Taoist priest's feet failed to land. His robe was full of red flowers, and the blood in his mouth spurted more than once, and he collapsed with all his strength, raised his angry eyes and said, "What kind of trick did you use!"

Tang Wuye grabbed the blade of the sword, his fingers slowly scalded, and drops of blood condensed along the blade of the sword until it fell. With each inch of the sword, the pale lips were bitten deeper and deeper.

Mo Ming fell to the ground suddenly, Tang Wuye suddenly lost all his strength, he covered his wounds, picked up the sword, stuck it on the ground and stuck it upright, supporting his body that could be crushed even by leaves, and said to Tai Yinzi from the bottom of his heart: "You are very powerful, so powerful that the Polar Ice Silk can't deal with you." ”

The Taoist priest who was angry held his breath and did not let the soul hook ghost take away his consciousness, and he died in the wilderness and maggots in the wilderness, what a shameful laughing stock it was. So he stayed in the yang world with all his strength, and kept warning in his mind: as long as the Taoist temple finds that no one is seen after the deadline, he will definitely send someone to find it according to the Tao. What about the rainstorm pear blossoms? With his own strength that is not weaker than the five ancestors of the founding sect, he is enough to force out the needle nails, and he will definitely persist until that moment.

"Don't struggle. Tang Wuye stood up on the shoulder of his sword, looked at the enemy who was still breathing, and smiled coldly: "With the flesh against the cultivators, Tang is not stupid enough to be that much. The rainstorm pear flower needle has indeed killed eighty percent of the world's masters, but it is not fatal to you. ”

"So I added a linden to the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. The eight-armed tarantula dragged up a thousand pounds of legs and feet and crushed all of Taiyinzi's desire to survive: "Bodhi must be a hundred wisps of silk, and the pear flower needle can entangle the meridians into a dead knot with the heavy rain and disorderly to follow, and it is infiltrated with the highly poisonous dragon's blood tree sap, even if it is a jade old way, it is powerless to return to the sky." ”

Taiyinzi still couldn't swallow his breath, and his cannibalistic eyes were eager to take the killer to the oil pot.

Tang Wuye didn't think it was enough to smile fiercely: "There is only one way to get rid of the Bodhi beard, which is to hollow out all the limbs and five organs of the person, and carefully provoke them with rusty needles to unravel them." ”

"You...... You're so vicious!"

A muffled gritting of teeth settled down, and the dark and bleak dense forest changed brightly. The potholed path where the horses' hooves occupy the road left a trail with the tip of a sword and a row of footprints deep or shallow.