MTL - The Immortal Taoist-Chapter 48 Zhenwu Jianzong, Xuanwu Jianzong

"Haha, you disciple of the sword of the sword, it is the weakest, it is simply a blow, I really don't know how you become a ten-power!"

"It’s also a foreign disciple of the ten powers. How is the gap so big? You said that you are a good disciple, why are you so bad?"

It’s been half a month since the foreigner’s disciple, and during this time, Lingdao is working hard to cultivate, and there is a command of the sovereign, but it is also calm. Even if those elders have to deal with Lingdao, they have to wait for a while.

Now, among the martial arts fields of the Sword of Heaven, there are disciples with three sects. However, there are many disciples in the Sword of Heaven, and they are all beaten on the ground. The disciples of the other two sects are even more ironic.

The cracked swords, the true Wu Jianzong, the Xuanwu Jianzong, are the three major forces in Anshan County. Among them, the strength of the sword is the weakest, and the Zhenwu Jianzong and Xuanwu Jianzong are stronger. However, the biggest force in Ansan County is the Jiujian Force Epee Gate.

This time, the elders of Zhenwu Jianzong and Xuanwu Jianzong came to the outside door with the disciples of Zongmen. The name of the martial arts was brought to the forefront. In fact, it was to shame the sword of the cracker. Every year, after the foreigner disciple of the Swords of the Swordsmen, the Zhenwu Jianzong and the Xuanwu Jianzong will come to the scene.

The slashing swordsmanship will not rest on its laurels. It is indeed normal to learn from other sectarian disciples. Even if you know that your disciples are not good, you have to shoot. If you want to be a strong person, how can you not experience the baptism of blood and fire?

"It’s just a discussion between the disciples. Are you two disciples of the sect, are you too heavy?"

Those outside disciples kneeled on the ground and were already seriously injured. They simply could not climb. Some disciples are more painful, and the wounds on their bodies are still bleeding. If it is just a discussion, where will it be so heavy?

"Is it heavy? I don't think so! It's just that the strength of your disciples is really bad, it will be!"

"Let me say something good, you will crack the waste of the swords of the heavens. After a few decades, I am afraid that you will be a force that will not be invaded!"

The elders of Zhenwu Jianzong and Xuanwu Jianzong all laughed. Their disciples shot so heavy that they were originally inspired by them. If you don't want to provoke a war between the three forces, I am afraid they will let the disciples kill.

"Family! Who dares to say that our disciples are all waste, have the ability to fight with me!"

Li Shengxiong came over from a distance. In half a month, Xia Xinyao has broken through to the true atmosphere, Teng Shaofeng, Wei Jingshan and Lu Hong. Among the outside disciples, there are really not many powerful ones.

"It’s a great brother!"

"With a strong brother, you can definitely beat this group of people!"

Among the foreigner disciples, Li Shengxiong lost to Lingdao, but no one would look down on Li Shengxiong. His strength is absolutely not bad, but Lingdao is too strong. Moreover, after another half a month, Li Shengxiong’s strength is obviously stronger than before.

"Oh? Finally came a decent?"

Among the Xuanwu swordsmen, a strong teenager emerged. Li Shengxiong is tall and tall, and it has a calm atmosphere, which naturally attracts the attention of this boy. The boy named Ke Zhennan, ranked third among the Xuanwu swords.

"The tone is not small, let me see how your sword is!"

Xuanwu Jianzong and Zhenwu Jianzong are also swordsmen, and Xuanwu Jianzong pays attention to defense. Zhenwu Jianzong focuses on skills. Ke Zhennan sneered a sneer, but he strode forward toward Li Shengxiong, because he had already seen the sword of the size of the door behind Li Shengxiong.

"Sent the sword!"

Li Shengxiong did not have any nonsense, slammed the big sword like a door, and smashed toward Ke Zhennan. Li Shengxiong’s sword is very powerful, and Lingdao has personally taught it. Half a month later, his swordsmanship is even more powerful.

"It’s good, but unfortunately I can’t break my defense!”

The long sword in Ke Zhennan’s hand swayed fiercely, and his sword seemed to be superimposed one after another. Even Li Shengxiong’s sword did not break through his defense and was blocked by his hard life.

Li Shengxiong did not believe in evil again, and a sword followed a sword. Unfortunately, every sword was blocked by Ke Zhennan. The swordsmanship of Xuanwu Jianzong himself focuses on defense, and Ke Zhennan is one of the best. Li Shengxiong simply has no way to take him.

"But so, lie down for me!"

Ke Zhennan smiled disdainfully, and then he swung out a sword and another sword, as if forming a hill, and slammed the past toward Li Shengxiong. The timing of his sword was just right. Li Shengxiong only felt a huge force, and then there was a pain in his chest. The blood spurted out and fell to the ground.

"How is it possible? Is it so easy for Master to lose?"

"I have to admit that the swordsmanship of the Xuanwu Jianzong disciple is really powerful!"

"What can I do under this? Is it true that we are not as good as Xuanwu Jianzong and Zhenwu Jianzong?"

These sacred disciples are all grief and indignation. In my own performance field, being bullied by other Jianzong disciples is such a shame. Li Shengxiong is also ugly, but he has nothing to say, because he really lost in the hands of Ke Zhennan.

"Take me a sword!"

At this time, Xie Linger also came to the field, her sword method is faster than half a month ago. Seeing her appearance, many disciples of the cracked swords are bright, and Xie Linger is also very dazzling in the big ratio.

"It’s really fast enough to get out of the sword. Unfortunately, the sword is too bad. Just have speed, how can it be done?"

Among the Zhenwu swordsmen, a young girl named Song Qingyan. She did not rush to the sword. When Xie Linger’s sword was about to come to her, there was a flamingo in front of her, and she swallowed the sword of Xie Linger.

Of course, this flamingo is not true, it is just the formation of Song Qingyan's swordsmanship. Song Qing’s sword did not have Xie Linger’s fast, but her swordsmanship skills were not comparable to Xie Linger’s.

"If your sword is fast, you won't hurt me, but I can hurt you!"

Song Qingyan smiled, and then her swordsmanship was turned into a tiger and shocked the past with Xie Linger. In the twinkling of an instant, Xie Linger threw out a thirteen sword, but unfortunately this tiger did not suffer any influence. She was sulking, and she was smashed out by the tiger, her mouth bleeding and her face pale.

"The disciples of the Sword of Heaven are really waste, even a decent one!"

"All of them are rice hampers. They are not used at all. The true Wu Jianzong and the slashing swords are the same name. It is simply the shame of our true Wu Jianzong!"