Chapter 475: One Battle Determines Life and Death!

"why not?"

The ghost hand took steps and slowly walked towards Qingxuan. The fighting spirit and murderous aura climbed up with the continuous advancing steps, and slapped towards Taoist Qingxuan like a wave.

The ghost hand's cultivation was at the elementary level of the Xuan level, and he was already able to kill Wen Xiangxin, the high-level owner of the Xuan level, and now his strength has increased by a small level. Of course, he is not afraid of the Qingxuan Daoist who is perfect at the Xuan level, and even has the confidence to fight. Victory.

"I only kill Xuan-level warriors today, and the irrelevant disciples of Qingcheng Temple can go away!"

Ghost Shou spoke word by word, his voice as cold as ice.

"Let's go! Everyone who is irrelevant, let's go! I, Qingcheng Temple, need to preserve some vitality... It's almost gone!"

Daoist Qingxuan looked around at all the disciples of Qingcheng Guan, and said sharply.

Those Qingchengguan disciples who were not Xuan-level warriors were relieved when they heard the words, and after looking at each other, some people kept leaving.

There were also some backbone disciples of Qingcheng Temple who chose to stay, expressing that they would live and die with Qingcheng Temple, but they were driven away by Daoist Qingxuan ruthlessly.

After a while, only Fang Bai, Gui Shou, Wu De, and the twenty-six disciples gathered beside Qingxuan were left in the huge empty field.

At the beginning of the attack on Wanyao Valley, a total of 28 people from Qingcheng Temple participated. Among them, Qingling and Qingxuan were only in charge of commanding, and it was the 26 disciples of Qingcheng Temple who actually killed people.

Although Daoist Qingxuan did not commit any murder, Ghost Hand did not intend to let him go, because it was Qingling and Qingxuan who were greedy for the relics of heavenly warriors obtained by Ghost Hand, which led to the alliance of the three sects. The occurrence of the massacre of the disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines.

It can be said that Daoist Qingling and Daoist Qingxuan, the two main figures of Qingcheng Temple, committed more crimes than their twenty-six disciples.

"Do you finish it yourself, or do I do it?"

Clenching his fists tightly, the ghost glanced at the twenty-seven Qingcheng Temple disciples, including Daoist Qingling, who were confronting him. In his eyes, there seemed to be two groups of flames burning blazingly.

His fighting spirit has reached its peak, as long as there is a fight together, the fighting spirit will pour out with his fists crazily!

Fang Bai and Wu De backed away slowly, leaving the field to the hands of ghosts.

There were only twenty-seven disciples of Qingcheng Temple present. Although they were all Xuan-level warriors, except for Daoist Qingxuan, they were all at the beginning level of Xuan-level, and they were no longer seen by the ghost hand.

Moreover, the twenty-seven disciples of Qingcheng Guan could no longer form the eight trigrams sword array. In this case, unless they rushed up and besieged the ghost hand, they would not pose any threat to the ghost hand.

With Fang Bai and Wu De, the two powerhouses watching the battle, how could the disciples of Qingcheng Temple have the chance to mobilize and attack?

The more than 20 disciples of Qingcheng Guan who were present also knew that the moment of life and death had come, and with their long swords in their hands, they were excited and prepared to desperately join forces to fight the ghost hands to the death.

"One battle will determine life and death!"

At this time, Daoist Qingxuan unexpectedly calmed down. He looked at the ghost hand with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "How about the two of us fighting alone? I win, and we will end ourselves. You lose..."

"I lost and left immediately. From now on, I won't trouble you Qingchengguan disciples again!"

Ghost Hand interjected, with a proud look on his face.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Daoist Qingxuan turned around and said to the twenty-six Xuan-level disciples of Qingcheng Temple: "This battle is about the life and death of all of us. If I win, everyone will live; if I lose, everyone will die! If anyone Anyone who doesn't want to put their life in my hands can take the initiative to stand up! Let's fight alone later!"

After he finished speaking, none of the Qingcheng Temple disciples stood up or spoke out.

Daoist Qingxuan is a perfect martial artist of Xuan level, his strength is only slightly inferior to that of Guanzhu Daoist Qingling, if even he is defeated, then others will have no chance.

There are also disciples of Qingcheng Temple who have illusions, thinking that even if Daoist Qingxuan loses, everyone will desperately fight together, and there may not be a chance to kill the three opponents.

Now, let's put your life in the hands of Daoist Qingxuan for the time being!

Seeing that there was no objection, Daoist Qingxuan nodded and faced the ghost hand again.

For Daoist Qingxuan, even if he risked his life, he had to win this battle, otherwise the entire Qingcheng Guanxuan-level master would be wiped out, and the consequence would be that Qingcheng Guanxuan, which had flourished for thousands of years, would come to an end.

"Come on! Let me, Qingxuan, represent the hundreds of disciples of Qingchengguan, and learn from the benefactor!"

The sad and gloomy look on Taoist Qingxuan's face disappeared, replaced by a firm determination to die.

With a wave of his fly whisk, the Taoist robe moved automatically without wind, his long beard fluttered under his chin, and he was calm and majestic.

At this moment, the power of a Xuan-level consummation warrior is fully revealed without any reservations.

Although Gui Shou has just advanced to the rank and his strength has increased greatly, he dare not be careless in the face of Qingxuan old Taoist who has completed the Xuan rank and is ready to fight with his life.

He took a deep breath, and performed the "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kungfu" technique, his true energy circulated wildly in his body, and then his body was like an arrow that had been thrown from a string, and he slammed straight at the old Taoist Qingxuan.

"Well done!"

Daoist Qingxuan yelled, swiped the whisk in his hand, and swept it towards the door of the ghost hand that bumped into him.

The thousands of soft filaments of the whisk, after being infused with true energy by Taoist Qingxuan, stand upright, stronger than steel, if the fragile face of the ghost hand is swept, I am afraid that a face will be completely destroyed .

The ghost hand stared at the electric light, snorted coldly, spread the five fingers of his left hand, and grabbed the dust whisk swept by Daoist Qingxuan.

Daoist Qingxuan's fly whisk infused with real energy was sharper than a sword, and he wanted to grab it with his palm. The disciples of Qingcheng Guan who watched the battle suddenly had the words "overreaching their own capabilities" in their hearts. Great shock.

As long as one of the hands of the ghost hand is destroyed, the combat power will naturally decrease, then the chances of Daoist Qingxuan winning will be more, and the possibility of them saving their lives will be even greater.

Fang Bai and Wu De stood side by side leisurely not far away, not worried about Ghost Hand at all.

In Wu De's view, the ghost hand has the ability to leapfrog challenges, and it can fight against earth-level warriors, and deal with a perfect old man of Xuan level without any pressure.

In Fang Bai's opinion, the palm of the ghost hand, which condensed the metal essence, is comparable to an iron hand, and it is difficult to hurt even a sword, let alone a mere whisk?

"Break!"

The right hand of the ghost hand was as fast as lightning, and it accurately grabbed the dust whisk swept out by the old Taoist Qingxuan. Before the old Taoist Qingxuan could react, he gave a loud shout, and the power of true essence burst out from five fingers, breaking the dust whisk abruptly.

This whisk is an extremely powerful weapon in the hands of Qingxuan old Taoist. It has caused many opponents to suffer a lot, but it never expected that it would be broken in the hands of ghosts after a single encounter.

The old Taoist Qingxuan turned pale with fright, and immediately withdrew a few feet away, picked up a long sword on the ground with his toes, jumped up to a height of ten feet, the blade of the sword was downward, and slashed down towards the ghost's hand.

This sword village is majestic and majestic, with a mighty force, the sword body emits a faint Tao sound, as if a Taoist real person is reciting the Tao scriptures, wanting to subdue demons and subdue demons.

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