God level swordsman

Chapter 360 Great Free Karma Sword

Chapter 360 Great Free Karma Sword
Qi Jinglong is known as the Yinglong of the Demon Cult General Forum, which means that he has gathered all kinds of abilities into a great achievement, his techniques are ever-changing, and when he soars through the nine heavens, no one can match him.

Even the leader of the Devil's Cult praised him for his free and easy way of performing martial arts.

The Free Cause and Effect Sword, which was practiced by Qi Jinglong with reference to an ancient incomplete sword technique, is also a sword technique that makes everyone fearless.

It's a pity that Qi Jinglong seldom made moves in the Jianghu, so not many people knew about this sword art.

"Senior, please advise." After the second life, Zhao Tai's mentality is completely different from before. It is true that he can reach the pinnacle by specializing in one discipline, but he is not so tactful after all, and is easy to be targeted by others.

With the collection of Buddhist, Taoist and demonic skills like he is now, he can easily deal with several camps.

Who would have thought that the genius disciple of the Nandou Sword Sect would become the disciple of Zhong Tiangong of the Demon Sect's White Bone Sect at this time?

And Zhong Tiangong didn't expect that the disciple he took in was none other than the enemy he wanted to kill with all his heart.

"Remember."

Qi Jinglong's eyes flashed with golden light and he looked directly at Zhao Tai.

At the same time, an obscure sword intent imprint was engraved in Zhao Tai's mind, his expression was startled, a golden light also flashed in his eyes, and he bowed and said: "Thank you for teaching the method, senior."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. If you don't teach me a lesson, then the old man should teach you a lesson." Qi Jinglong said lightly.

"It's a good luck to live up to my fate." Zhao Tai responded indifferently.

"My temper is exactly the same as when I was young. I really miss it. It's great to be young." Qi Jinglong muttered in his heart.

"Is there anyone else who dares to challenge? Don't the big players in the Jianghu are all weak people?"

Zhang Mo is still ruthlessly pretending to be aggressive.

He didn't know before that it was so refreshing to show off in front of others.

He just likes to see those people below look angry but can't kill him.

"You don't even dare? If you don't dare, I will announce the game."

"Shut up you."

Zhang Mo's voice stopped abruptly and was forcibly interrupted by a rough voice.

At the same time, there was a wave of cheers from under the stands.

Opposite Zhang Mo, a mysterious man with a tall figure and a bronze mask with a strange grimace suddenly appeared.

Although some people were baffled and didn't know which group of disciples made the move, they were already very satisfied to see someone stand up. They were all very excited and felt quite elated.

"Who is coming, tell me your name." Zhang Mo asked with a proud look, looking slightly sideways.

"It's just an incompetent casual cultivator you mentioned." Zhao Tai's indifferent voice came through the bronze grimace mask.

"Hehe, you are not afraid of death?" Zhang Mo smiled disdainfully.

"Well, because I'm not going to die."

"Haha, confident enough, I like it."

Zhang Mo smiled slightly, glanced at Zhao Tai up and down, and said, "You don't have a sword in your hand, how can you fight me?"

"If you don't have a sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart, what's the difficulty in having a sword?"

Zhao Tai shook his head, opened his hand and waved, "Here comes the sword."

Suddenly, the swords of all the sword cultivators in the audience trembled slightly.

Everyone was astonished. This move was so amazing that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as miraculous.

They were all secretly expecting that the mysterious casual cultivators on the stage would choose their swords, and they could brag to others when they went back, "Look, Lao Tzu's sword is an existence that can rival the divine sword."

A few years later, when they were gray-haired and almost unable to walk, they could still brag to others: "Look, this sword of your uncle has been used by the present Wuxu Void Existence."

No matter how you calculate it, this wave is not a loss.

Then to everyone's surprise, no sword flew up from the audience.

"Pretentious," Zhang Mo was startled by Zhao Tai's move at first, because any sword cultivator who can achieve this level can almost be called the top-notch attainment in the way of swordsmanship.

Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen, which allowed him to continue to taunt Zhao Tai mercilessly.

Just when everyone was confused, the legs of an empty chair in the main guest seat broke with a click, and then flew into Zhao Tai's hands.

quiet,
It was extremely quiet.

No one expected that the sword Zhao Tai wanted was a broken piece of wood.

A small piece of wood like this can be discounted with just one hand, let alone a magical weapon.

This is too big, right?

For a moment, everyone was somewhat confused about what Zhao Tai's intention was.

"Hahaha." Zhang Mo looked up to the sky and laughed. He was really amused.

It's been a long time since I saw such an arrogant person.

But he really didn't know whether to say Zhao Tai was arrogant or overconfident.

Just now I talked a lot, but I will beat you into a dead dog later.

Zhang Mo smiled slightly, and said contemptuously, "Then come on."

Zhao Tai didn't wait for him to talk too much nonsense, and rushed up when he grabbed the wooden stick.

His speed is not too eye-catching, at least in the eyes of the older generation of martial artists, it seems ordinary.

"It's too slow." Zhang Mo smiled contemptuously, and stabbed forward with the sword in his hand at will.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Zhao Taiping disappeared.

He ducked.

At the same time, a wooden stick was inserted heavily behind Zhang Mo's back.

"How is it possible?" Zhang Mo's complexion changed slightly. Even though he had a divine sword to protect his body, the feeling of being teased still made him very uncomfortable.

Especially the sword cultivators watching in the audience were even more confused.

They all thought that Zhang Mo was caught because Zhao Tai was too fast.

"You're looking for death." Zhang Mo turned around and swept across with his sword.

However, that sword still failed.

Correspondingly, Zhang Mo was once again stabbed in the chest by a wooden stick.

Zhang Mo's face turned red, and he felt a sense of humiliation and humiliation.

As if his fighting spirit had been aroused, he crazily threw his sword at Zhao Tai.

This has never happened before. Even when fighting against Ning Que from Yinjianmen, Zhang Mo remained calm.

One can imagine how angry he is now.

It's a pity that without exception, Zhang Mo's impenetrable sword moves all failed.

How many swords he stabbed, how many swords he was hit.

"what."

Zhang Mo looked up to the sky and screamed, distanced himself, and stared at Zhao Tai, "What's going on? Who are you?"

"It's just an incompetent casual cultivator as you said." Zhao Tai still answered the same way.

"Hehe, do you think you won?"

Zhang Mo smiled suddenly: "I have a divine sword to protect my body, can your little wooden stick hurt me?"

"Whoever said that the magic weapon will definitely be able to protect you, it's just a weapon, let's see how I break it."

Zhao Tai gave a low shout, and a terrifying aura swept out, shaking the world.

"Not good." This time, it was the turn of Feng Zijing of Shenjian Villa to be in a hurry. He observed a little, and vaguely thought of a possibility, "Da Zizai Karma Sword."

It's the Great Freedom Sword of Karma. Zhang Mo is going to lose.

(End of this chapter)

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