Super Shinto

A sword light with a length of three zhang broke out, like a mountain rising from the ground, and slashed towards the palm print.

Peng!

The moment the knife light collided with the palm print, a huge force spread, like a rolling river, hitting a stone wall, rolling up tens of meters of wind and sand in a mighty way.

Zuo Qingyang let out a muffled snort, bleeding from his mouth, while his palm trembled slightly, there was an obvious knife mark.

Through this knife mark, one by one silk thread can be vaguely seen being cut... Until then, no one noticed that he was wearing a glove on the palm of his hand.

This glove fit closely to his palm, almost no difference from ordinary fleshy palms, making it difficult to distinguish.

"As expected of a glove made from Tianxin jade cicada silk, in terms of value, it is even better than my Kongming knife."

Jiang Tao laughed out loud, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Tianxin Jade Cicada is a kind of heaven and earth spirit. The jade cicada silk spit out is extremely tough and hard to break with a sword. It is valued by many people in the world, even those who practice immortality.

Seeing it at this moment, not only Jiang Tao, but even the people off the court were amazed.

"Hey, come again!"

Zuo Qingyang roared, ignoring Jiang Tao's exclamation in the slightest, clasped his palms together, interlaced and superimposed, his body flew into the sky, and a palm print turned into a majestic mountain, and fell down with a crash.

Nine Seals, Ninth Palm!

Sumeru Nine Heavens!

"useless!"

Jiang Tao laughed lightly, and fiery red rays of light suddenly burst out from the Kongming Saber.

Almost instantly, the fiery red light burned the blade completely red.

"Seven Styles of the Heavenly Sword, Against the Eight Desolations!"

With a single slash, the glow of the sword that broke the body of the sword was five feet long, and the fiery red glow swept out like a rolling cloud of fire.

boom!

The blade and the palm print collided fiercely.

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, a figure, swept by the endless air wave, flew out like a rag, and fell hard to the ground.

puff!

A mouthful of bright red blood was spurted out immediately, almost spilling out a bloody mist.

"Master..."

On the side of the Nine Seals faction, countless people exclaimed.

lost!

Their leader really lost.

A feeling of despair instantly appeared on the faces of almost all the members of the Nine Seals Sect.

In contrast, the Lieyang Gang's side all cheered at this moment.

"Ok?"

However, Bai Ziyue's face froze suddenly at this moment.

Chapter 2 Seventeen

"The outcome of this battle was actually expected.

Three years ago, the leader of the Lieyang Gang could crush Zuo Qingyang. Now that three years have passed, even if Zuo Qingyang's strength has improved, wouldn't Jiang Tao be improved?

It's normal to lose.

Winning, it seems abnormal. "

"So, this time the battle between the Lieyang Gang and the Nine Seals Faction was won by the Lieyang Gang?"

"That's not the case. If it didn't have a certain confidence, the Nine Seals faction would have moved out when they were driven out of Wujiang County. Why wait until now?

Obviously, although the leaders of the Nine Seals faction were defeated, they still had their cards in their cards.

This hole card should be the key to the outcome of these two forces. "

……

The moment Zuo Qingyang was chopped off by two knives, the discussion on the scene instantly became heated.

The Lieyang Gang cheered even more, looking at the figure in front of them fanatically and adoringly.

Only Bai Ziyue's expression changed at this moment.

In fact, before the gang leader Jiang Tao and the head of the Nine Seals School Zuo Qingyang fought, Bai Ziyue had been sensing the status of the other two gold papers.

One of them stood still, always in a certain position.

But the other piece of gold paper moved quietly the moment Zuo Qingyang, the head of the Nine Seals School, was defeated.

Then, Bai Ziyue's gaze pierced through in an instant, and looked at the position of the Jiuyin School's mountain gate, and happened to see a figure coming down the mountain quietly.

"It's him!"

Bai Ziyue's pupils shrank, and he recognized the identity of this figure.

This person was exactly one of the Di family monks he met during his trip to the Misty Valley more than half a month ago.

Moreover, he was the most powerful among them at that time, the existence of the ninth floor of the Qi refining period.

"The gold paper is in his hand? This is a bit difficult.

Wait, what is he going down the mountain at this time? "

Bai Ziyue's thoughts flickered, but his heart sank.

If it is not necessary, he is absolutely unwilling to face this Di family monk whose strength has reached the ninth level of Qi training stage.

The existence of this level is too powerful and has many means, and he actually doesn't have much confidence in his heart.

It's just that, for the gold paper, he didn't say that it was inevitable.