Chapter 476 You Are More Promising in Tomb Robbery!

The sword of the old Taoist Qingxuan is the most powerful form of the Taoist sword of subduing demons. The sword is fierce and powerful, far better than the eighteen swords of the Jiangnan Yanyu Tower.

The sword seemed to come from outside the sky, and it fell on the top of the ghost hand in an instant.

The ghost took half a step with his right foot, and at the same time turned his body slightly to avoid the sword. The blade of the long sword almost slashed down against the clothes on his chest.

The Qingxuan old Taoist has been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, and he is a well-deserved master of swordsmanship. When the sword fails, the sword body immediately cuts across the ghost hand's abdomen.

The ghost hand sucked violently from his abdomen, and his body bowed forward fiercely. Following the cross-cutting momentum of Qingxuan's old Taoist long sword, his figure swept back quickly.

The Qingxuan old Taoist followed him like a shadow, his body shape followed, and the sword's posture remained unchanged. The distance between the sword's edge and the ghost hand's abdomen was always only half a foot. He was cut open, gutted, and killed on the spot.

The sword of the old Taoist Qingxuan combined all the essence of the Fumo Sword, and it was so wonderful that the more than twenty Qingcheng Temple disciples who watched the battle couldn't help applauding.

Even Wu De, who had a calm expression on his face, couldn't help but frowned slightly at this time, thinking that this old Taoist Qingxuan had performed super-level in order to save his life. level.

The ghost hand wanted to avoid this sword, and if he didn't show some real skills, he might not be able to.

Daoist Qingxuan and Guishou advanced and retreated, attacked and defended, and retreated more than ten meters away in an instant. Seeing that Guishou's back was about to hit a high wall, there was no way to retreat.

Several Qingcheng Temple disciples couldn't help cheering as if they saw the ghost hand being killed with a sword in the middle.

To everyone's surprise, before his back was about to touch the wall, the ghost hand made an extremely bold movement,

The speed of his retreat suddenly accelerated a bit, then he twisted his waist, his body was slightly to the right, and he used his left waist and abdomen to meet the cross-cutting sword of Daoist Qingxuan.

"Die!"

Qingxuan old Taoist gritted his teeth, gripped the sword hand even tighter, inspired all the potential of his body, and cut the sword forward and horizontally.

when--

The sharp sword cut on the ghost's hand, and the sound was not the sound of flesh being cut instantly, but the crisp sound of metal hitting stone.

Qingxuan old Taoist's sword that exhausted all his true energy and strength seemed to be cut on an extremely hard stone, and a few sparks burst out.

"What is he wearing?"

The old Taoist Qingxuan was stunned, and just as this question arose in his mind, he saw a fist glowing with gold, bombarding him at an incomparable speed, and the end of the fist pointed directly at his chest.

The hallucinations in front of Qingxuan old Taoist's eyes suddenly appeared, as if there was a tall Buddha wearing a golden Buddhist robe, waving the Zen staff in his hand, and pounding towards him, the coercion was overwhelming, and it made people feel desperate.

"not good!"

The old Qingxuan screamed secretly, and bit his tongue fiercely with his teeth. Under the pain, the illusion in front of him was instantly shattered.

Although the old Taoist Qingxuan reacted fast enough, it was not as fast as the fist of the ghost hand. When the illusion disappeared, the old Taoist Qingxuan found that the fist of the ghost hand had touched his chest and clothes, and there was no room for dodge.

"It's over!"

Before the end of the fist touched the flesh, Qingxuan Lao Dao felt a majestic, thick, and vigorous force rushing to his chest, as if it wanted to smash everything into pieces.

The old Taoist Qingxuan sighed, inspired the last bit of potential, and concentrated all his true energy in front of his chest, hoping to block the shocking blow of the ghost hand.

Hope is good, reality is cruel.

The fist of the ghost hand slammed into Qingxuan Laodao's chest fiercely, sending his whole body flying up. He was in the air, his internal organs were completely destroyed, and he died right away.

Until his death, the old Taoist Qingxuan didn't understand how his sword was blocked so easily by the ghost's hand.

The old Taoist Qingxuan didn't know that because there was no space ring, the ghost hand could only temporarily stuff some primordial stones that Fang Bai had given him into his clothes, and some of them were stuffed into his waist pocket.

Qingxuan old Taoist's fierce and incomparable sword just happened to cut a piece of primeval stone in the lower left pocket of the ghost's hand, and the primordial stone was far harder than ordinary stones, so the sword couldn't hurt the ghost's hand at all.

"Uncle!"

Seeing Qingxuan Laodao falling to his death, the more than twenty Qingcheng disciples who watched the battle were stunned for a moment, then let out a tragic cry, rushed forward and surrounded Qingxuan Laodao's body.

"Fight with him!"

A moment later, who knows who shouted angrily, more than 20 disciples of Qingcheng Temple turned around, some with bare hands, or holding long swords, charged towards the ghost hand with the same hatred.

The ghost hand lowered his head and straightened the clothes that had been cut by the sword of the old Taoist Qingxuan, then went forward and broke into a group of Qingcheng Guan disciples.

Those Qingchengguan disciples are Xuan-level elementary warriors anyway, if they calm down and join forces, they may still cause a lot of trouble to the ghost hand, but at this moment, they are all rushing forward with passion, grief and anger in their hearts, and they are fighting on their own. Is it the opponent of Ghost Hand?

The ghost's hand was full of anger and threats, without mercy, he punched more than twenty disciples of Qingcheng Temple, and no one could stop his punch.

More than ten minutes later, on the ground around the ghost hand, there were more than 20 corpses in a haphazard manner. On each corpse, there was a deep collapse left by the ghost hand's fist bombardment.

"Change clothes, let's go!"

Fang Bai took out a set of clothes from the space ring and threw it to the ghost hand, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

Wu Dechong grinned at the ghost hand, and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.

The ghost hand walked to Fang Bai's clothes, his body trembled slightly, the power of true essence leaked out, and his bloody clothes shattered to the ground, revealing his naked body full of scars.

"Yanyu Building... Qingcheng Temple... Next, it's Shaolin's turn!"

Ghost hand picked up his clothes and quickly changed, then glanced at the corpses of Qingcheng Temple disciples all over the ground, and strode away.

"Brother, where is your next stop? If there is still a place to fight, take me with you! Master Dao...cough cough, Xiaodao, I am not only good at tomb robbery, but also very good at fighting!"

Looking at the foot of the mountain in Qingcheng, Wu De looked at Fang Bai, who was standing with his hands behind his hands on the side of the mountain road, with a calm expression, rubbed his palms and asked with a smile.

In front of Fang Bai, he didn't dare to call himself "Master Dao". After much deliberation, he still felt that "Xiao Dao" was more appropriate.

No way, who made Fang Bai stronger than him?

In the ancient martial arts world, strength is paramount, and those with the most powerful fists are the master. Wu De lowered his posture, not only because he wanted to curry favor with Fang Bai, but also as a recognition of his strength.

Fang Bai smiled and said, "I think you have a better future in robbery than in fighting!"

Wu De thought that Fang Bai was mocking himself, and said with a dry smile: "I know that stealing people's tombs is a wicked thing, but I have been used to this job with that wild Taoist master since I was a child, and I can't get rid of it! Now if I let you three , If I don’t do it for five months, my hands will itch!”

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