I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

As soon as old man Jia drew his knife, I knew that the sloppy Taoist priest was in big trouble.

The old man was using the Bamen Jinsuo Dao technique, which had reached the point of proficiency, and he wanted to kill the sloppy Taoist priest as soon as he made a move.

When the big knife in his hand collided with the lightning strike wooden sword in the hands of the sloppy Taoist priest, the sloppy Taoist priest was shocked, his face turned pale instantly, and he flew out backwards.

Then old man Jia made a wrong footstep, and he jumped into the air, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed Huashan Mountain with all his strength, and slashed a fierce knife towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

"Old Luo!" At that moment, I didn't think about anything, I stepped forward quickly, put my canopy ruler in front of me, and stopped the old man Jia's sword for the sloppy Taoist priest.

When that terrifying knife fell on the canopy, I felt as if a big truck was rushing towards me at a speed of [-] mph. Before I knew what was going on, I flew out.

Old man Jia is really fierce. He said that he can solve us within ten moves, which is really flattering us.

Three strokes, both of us are a little bit overwhelmed.

No wonder the three brothers of the Jia family are able to run amok. The practitioners in this family are better than each other.

When my body flew upside down, it seemed that it was about to hit the wall. Suddenly, a hand held me from behind, pulled and pulled, and I felt that my body suddenly became light and light. , and finally landed firmly on the ground.

However, the impact force of this knife gang still made me feel the surging of energy and blood, and my internal organs rolled for a while.

When I stood firm, I looked behind me and found that it was Gu Haoran standing behind me.

He was the one who caught me just now, otherwise I would probably have lost half of my life by the time I hit the wall.

"Thank you, Brother Gu." I said.

Gu Haoran nodded, held the magic sword upside down and walked towards old man Jia, and stopped four or five steps away from him.

When the old man Jia saw Gu Haoran appearing, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He also felt that Gu Haoran is a very powerful master.

After I stood still, I quickly ran to the sloppy Taoist priest and helped him up from the ground: "Lao Luo, are you alright?"

"It's okay, this old man is so fierce." The slovenly Taoist said with a sigh.

When I helped the sloppy Taoist priest up, he was trembling slightly, especially the hand holding the thunderbolt wooden sword, the tiger's mouth was torn, shaking very violently.

Not to mention a sloppy Taoist priest, even if his master, Taoist Songhe, came over, he would definitely suffer a loss when facing this old man Jia.

People are old rivers and lakes.

The sloppy Taoist priest is only in his early 20s, and I am only seventeen or eighteen years old. The two of us are tied together, not half his age.

The cultivation accumulated over the years is not something we two brats can fight against.

Although we can't do it, Gu Haoran should be fine. This person is about 40 years old and has excellent swordsmanship.

Sure enough, when old man Jia looked at Gu Haoran, his eyes became a bit wary, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you, tell me your name?"

"Yubei Gu Haoran!" Gu Haoran just said a few simple words, then raised the magic sword in his hand, and pointed it at the old man Jia. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and he wanted to fuck him when he went up. rhythm.

Hearing Gu Haoran's name, Old Man Jia hesitated for a moment, and Jia Changchuan and Jia Changhong behind him couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"But that Gu Haoran who claims that every sword will see blood, and seven swords kill one person?" Jia Changhong couldn't help asking.

"Friends in the rivers and lakes are trying to save face and bragging about it. Seven swords killing one person is a bit exaggerated, but it is true that blood will be seen when a sword is drawn." Even at this time, Gu Haoran still behaved very modestly.

Old man Jia took a careful look at Gu Haoran, then suddenly laughed and said, "Blood is bound to be seen when you strike a sword, but I didn't say whose blood you see. If you can't win, just draw your own sword. See blood?"

"Whose blood did you see, Senior Jia will know if you try it?" Gu Haoran said flatly.

"Okay, the old man will try the power of your Qiqiao Xinshuo sword, and see if you are stronger than the Qiqiao Xinshuo sword, or the eight-door golden lock knife in the old man's hand." Old man Jia snorted coldly One Road.

"Skills are not good or bad, it mainly depends on the person. Although this sword art is powerful, if you are not good enough, no matter how powerful the sword art is, it will not work." Gu Haoran is obviously very confident in his sword skills, and his face still maintains a serious look. Calm smile.

Old man Jia had lost his patience, the long knife in his hand flickered, made a buzzing sound, and began to slowly approach Gu Haoran.

And Gu Haoran also raised the magic sword in his hand, and walked towards old man Jia slowly.

The two moved very slowly, their eyes fixed on each other.

In the fight of masters, life and death are at the moment of thought, neither of the two dare to trust each other.

Not long after, the swords in their hands collided, not too violently, but the tip of the sword touched the blade, and there was a slight crisp sound.

However, under the feet of the two of them, there was a sudden wind for no reason, and the dust flew up for a while.

Seeing such an atmosphere, the sloppy Taoist priest and I felt aroused.

The outcome of these two people will determine our life and death.

However, when the swords collided, they still didn't make a move, but just stared at each other, standing there motionless like two sculptures.

I knew in my heart that both of them were waiting for the other to make the first move, and they were both looking for the other's flaws.

After a full minute of confrontation, my nervous palms were sweating.

But in an instant, the two suddenly moved their hands at the same time.

Immediately, there was a fierce clash of swords and swords in my ears, and the tinkling was endless, just like the movement in a blacksmith's shop.

During the fight, the wind was violent, and the energy of swords and swords was criss-crossing. It was a lively fight.

Moreover, the two were so fast that we couldn't see how they fought. Everywhere they passed, deep footprints were stamped on the ground.

Just as the two of them started to fight, Jia Changchuan and his brothers immediately set their sights on me and the sloppy Taoist priest.

"Brother, you deal with that little boy, and I'll deal with that foul-mouthed Taoist priest!" Jia Changchuan said.

"Okay, be careful, that little Taoist is full of tricks and has a lot of eyes!" Jia Changhong said, and ran towards me with a knife in his hand.

Jia Changchuan said hello, and there were more than a dozen people around him, and they followed him and rushed towards us.

The slovenly Taoist gave me a push and said, "Xiaojie, life and death are determined by fate and wealth. Whether we can survive or not depends on our ability."

While speaking, the sloppy Taoist priest shook the lightning strike wooden sword and chanted a few formulas. After a while, there were two identical selves beside him, and he directly used the soul splitting technique.