"bring it on!"

"You do it first."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to perform."

The wild dog Taoist calmly patted his Taoist robe and said this to Zeng Shushu, who was standing not far away from him. Although he was arrogant, he did have the strength of arrogantness.

At the very least, in front of these disciples who have not understood the rules and have not reached the second level of cultivation, even if he just stumbles, he will definitely not be able to fail.

In the final analysis, it is because he has understood some rules.

Although he walked not far on this road and the master of the hall helped him, he led him on this road, but when he truly embarked on this road, he understood the gap between immortal cultivators.

Why can geniuses fight across levels?

And a slightly inferior genius cannot do this?

The reason is that some rules are extremely domineering.

The rules he understood were aimed at living beings.

That's why he has such strong confidence to say this and he wants to suck his crazy words after hearing it. After all, the lethality of these words is really a bit great, especially the righteous path and the demon path have always been incompatible.

However, the Wild Dog Taoist's "crazy words" did not anger Zeng Shushu, nor did it anger anyone. Except for Bi Yao and Youji, because of the fact that they were in trouble, everyone else believed that this was an aggressive method used by Wild Dog Taoist, in order to disrupt Zeng Shushu's mentality.

Zeng Shushu's cultivation is indeed not high.

But it depends on whom!

If we look at the current team, the team formed by the three righteous sects of Tianyin Temple, Qingyun Sect and Fenxiang Valley will be able to be the mainstay with Zeng Shushu's cultivation and strength.

Zeng Shushu thought so too.

So, he was not careless.

He raised his hand and pinched a sword sword, held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and swept across the void in front of him. A golden sword energy burst out from the Xuanyuan Sword and attacked the wild dog Taoist not far away.

"No more."

Dongfang Yuan shook his head slightly and commented softly.

Such a decisive statement naturally surprised everyone who didn't understand. They glanced at Dongfangyuan who gave comments with their eyes, and then looked at the battle on the field.

Faced with the golden sword energy attacking, the Wild Dog Taoist was quite calm. He raised his hand to cover it, and the bone-tooth bracelet on his wrist flew up, and a white bone wall instantly rose from the ground, blocking him.

The golden sword energy slashed on the wall of white bones, and it was beyond everyone's expectations. It was directly smashed and turned into a ball of golden debris and disappeared with the wind.

Then, the wall of white bones collapsed instantly.

The wild dog Taoist calmly stretched out his palm, but just gently pinched Zeng Shushu. Everyone saw Zeng Shushu's palm drooping in an instant, twisting his fingers, and the sword skill that was originally pinching collapsed.

The other hand holding the Xuanyuan Sword also showed obvious distortion. With the sudden change of this formation, the Xuanyuan Sword also landed in response.

The dull sound seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

A cultivator can't even hold his own magic weapon...

What kind of jokes are these?!

But the question is, what exactly is this?

Pinch the tricks and recite the mantra?

Magic weapon for the imperial envoy?

The Wild Dog Taoist did not do any of them.

It's just such a simple catch!

Zeng Shushu's hands were scrapped like this!

certainly.

Not completely scrapped.

No sound of breaking is heard, whether it is a twisted hand bone or a twisted phalanx. As for the current situation, it should be just a dislocation.

But Zeng Shushu's face was not very good at this moment.

The rolling cold sweat flowed down my forehead.

His face was pale and gritted his teeth. His hands, which had completely lost their strength, were not afraid to move, nor did they touch them. They could only maintain a twisted shape and droop on both sides of his body, looking extremely funny.

"Are there anyone else I want to try?"

The Wild Dog Taoist smiled and said calmly.

Although the face that has been revised over the years and has been quite pleasant, it still looks bad. Although it is a bit energetic, it looks particularly ferocious in the eyes of Lu Xueqi and other Qingyun Sect disciples.

Lu Xueqi quickly stepped forward, looked at Zeng Shushu, who was sweating profusely not far away, glanced at the wild dog Taoist not far away, and asked loudly: "How is Junior Brother Zeng?"

“Not very good.”

Zeng Shushu squeezed this sentence out of his teeth.

Whether from the appearance or tone, it can be seen that Zeng Shushu's condition is indeed not very good at this moment, especially his twisted arms. Although it looks nothing, it seems more like a simple dislocation. However, if it is just a simple dislocation, it will not be able to make a cultivator so painful.

The Wild Dog Taoist smiled and didn't say anything.

His eyes crossed the void and fell on Dongfangyuan.

"I wonder what the Dongfang Shao Valley Master has?"

"I've played this trick that still attracts your attention?"

Dongfang Yuan was very calm and did not get angry at the wild dog Taoist's remarkable question. Instead, he stood there with his arms in his arms and commented lightly:

“It’s interesting rules.”

"You can control bones at will, or even control the bones in other people's bodies in the air, so that all the people you control will become puppets in your hands. Although it is not a question of being afraid of death, it is still quite good as an auxiliary means."

"However, this rule is not very lethal."

"Not only that, in terms of endurance and other aspects, it is not the first rule. If you count the rules hedging or the gap in cultivation, your move is at best just a magical skill for cutting grass!"

"It's like just now that you directly controlled the arms and fingers of fellow Taoist Zeng to reverse, not only suppressing the meridians on fellow Taoist Zeng's arm, but also allowing fellow Taoist Zeng to experience the sour and refreshing feeling like a mess."

"But in fact, if fellow Taoist Zeng's cultivation is not high, you don't need such trouble. You just need to twist fellow Taoist Zeng's arm, or even directly control fellow Taoist Zeng's arm to cut fellow Taoist Zeng's throat, so that's enough."

"Simple, clean, time-saving and labor-saving."

"But you didn't do that."

"Finally, it's the difference in cultivation."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "If you put it simply, it means that fellow Taoist Zeng has a strong resistance to your move, which will innately reduce part of your control."

"This is the weak part of this rule."

"Anyone who can resist can press you to beat you."

"Anyone who can't resist can be killed at will."

While speaking, Dongfang Yuan had slowly walked to Zeng Shushu. When he passed by Zeng Shushu, he reached out and patted Zeng Shushu on the shoulder.

Accompanied by a sound of bones, Zeng Shushu's twisted arm immediately recovered as before. Although there was still pain, it was much better than before.

Dongfang Yuan stomped his feet and held the Xuanyuan Sword that was blown away behind him in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and asked with a meaningful smile:

"Do you know the difference between us and you?"

"Do you know what I hate the most?"

"Do you think you can block my casual sword?"

After saying that, before the Wild Dog Taoist answered, the nine-wheeled sun, like a substance, emerged from the void behind Dongfangyuan. Dongfangyuan raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and fell to the Wild Dog Taoist in his understatement.

Time and space seem to be stagnant at this moment.

The sword that was filled with extreme light and heat, and even reached the meaning of black destruction, could not avoid it even if it was slow!

The wild dog Taoist cannot hide.

Lu Xueqi and others couldn't escape either.

Youji and Biyao still couldn't hide.

But at this moment, the golden bell between Bi Yao's neck suddenly shook. With the sounds visible to the naked eye, everyone seemed to have suddenly regained the qualification to move and gasped.

Youji subconsciously looked at Bi Yao.

To be precise, he looked at the golden bell tied with a red rope on Bi Yao's neck, couldn't help swallowing, and muttering to himself: "Should you say it's worthy of being the one who left it?"

"Who stayed?"

Tian Ling'er pressed her small breasts aside.

He took several breaths before asking in surprise.

Youji looked slightly sideways, paused for a moment, and saw that Biyao had nothing to say, then he spoke slowly and said word by word: "The Demon Son and his father!"

Lu Xueqi's pupils tightened slightly.

But in the end, I still controlled myself and didn't look back.
To be continued...