MTL - The Immortal Taoist-Chapter 7 Sword out of the sheath, a blow!

Because of Ling Dao, Jiang Zhong’s heart was chaotic, and the time of the knife was revealed. The black-handed killer naturally also saw a point, that is, to bring up the infuriating, and to display the most sturdy sword until now. The purpose of this sword is to kill Jiang Zhong. As for Ling Dao, it will be cleaned up later.

"This is the time!"

Lingdao uses the black-handed killer's carelessness. The more the black-handed killer does not care about him, the more likely he is to succeed. Seeing that the black killer showed the most powerful sword, Lingdao’s eyes were also bright.

The next moment, in the hands of Ling Dao, there was a three-footed Qingfeng out of thin air. It was the Xiaoyao sword that Xiaoyao gave to Lingdao. His face was cold, his eyes staring at the back of the black-handed killer, and the sword was unearthed.

He is even more eager to slap the ear, stabbing a sword toward the back of the black-handed killer, Lida Jianjian, the arm and the Xiaoyao sword in a straight line. In an instant, the Xiaoyao Sword is immersed in the heart of the black-handed killer. The body of the true-fledged warrior is indeed tyrannical, but unfortunately for the Xiaoyao sword, it is as fragile as tofu.

Draw swords, swords, and coherence of movements, all in one go, and fast unbelievable. After doing all this, Ling Dao is also a big gasp, for his weak body, the use of such a sword is indeed very expensive.

"How is it possible? Where are you coming from?"

The black man bowed his head and looked incredulously at the tip of the blood at the chest. The sword had already penetrated his body. Then he fell to the ground with a "squeaky" sound, this sword has already ordered his life! Even if it is dead, the black man can't figure out how he would be killed by the Lingdao.

Everything happens between the electric and the flint, from the sword to the sword in the Lingdao to the death of the black man, just a matter of a moment. The sword of the black man is only three feet away from Jiang Zhong. If there is no sword, Ling Zhong may be dead.

"His Royal Highness?"

Jiang Zhong was also extremely shocked. He thought of many kinds of results, but he did not think of it. When he and the black-handed killer made a decisive battle, Lingdao even stabbed a sword that was extremely stunning and directly killed a true man. If this matter is passed on, it will definitely make a sensation in the Quartet.

Only Lingdao himself did not feel that this incident was so shocking and unexpected. In the past life, he was a genius of kendo. He has been practicing swordsmanship. Even if he was born humble, his peers were rare.

In this life, he began to practice swords from the age of three. Even if he was weak, he did not even practice swordsmanship for a day. The rumors on the way of the kendo are not low. If it is a simpler than the kendo, the black man can't catch the ridge, and the difference is ten thousand miles.

However, fortunately, the black man is too careless and does not care about the Lingdao. Otherwise, it is difficult for Lingdao to kill him with a sword. In the first place, Ling Dao was weak, and even the flesh did not step in. The black man was a true man. Secondly, the black man saw that there was no weapon in Lingdao, and he could not hurt the black man at all. Naturally, he did not care.

The first step in the road to cultivation is the physical condition, also known as the physical environment. As the name implies, the physical state is divided into three small realms, refining, quenching, and coagulation. In the physical condition of Ling Dao, even the body of the refining is not counted.

Numerous swords in the body have been accompanied by the growth of Lingdao. For fifteen years, day and night tormented him. But he always smiled and faced, and others did not know how much pain he endured.

"Thanks to the Qiang Kun ring that my father sent me, otherwise I can't kill the black man!"

Lingdao touched the left thumb and wore a jade finger. No one else would have thought that this jade button would be a ring. As for the former black man, I am afraid that even the name of the Qiang Kun ring has not been heard. Otherwise, it will not be completely unprepared for Lingdao.

Qiankun Ring, the internal self-contained, can put some dead things inside. Xiaoyao Wang gave Lingdao’s Xiaoyao Sword, which was always placed in the ring. Moreover, there are still a lot of clothes to change, but unfortunately there is no food.

The reason why I can take out the Xiaoyao sword in the blink of an eye is because Lingdao has a ring. The Xiaoyao sword cuts iron like mud, but it is not what the iron sword can compare. Even the body of the true martial art is just a joke in front of the Xiaoyao sword.

"Grandpa Jiang, are you okay?"

After returning to the gods, Lingdao took away the Xiaoyao sword and ran to Jiang Zhong. Jiang Zhong’s shoulders have been completely red-stained with blood. Lingdao quickly took out some cloth strips and wrapped them up for Jiang Zhong.

Now Jiang Zhong, repaired as a waste, naturally greatly less than before. It’s not easy to be old and weak, and seriously injured. If it weren’t for his former foundation, I’m afraid I’m going to die.

"A little bit of injury, how to hang your teeth. If it is repaired, it will not be abolished. Killing such a guy is simply a matter of effort. Oh, unfortunately, I am old, and I really don't use it!"

The dragon swims in the shallow water, and the tiger falls in Pingyang. The current Jiang Zhonglian can't cope with a small real man. Jiang Zhong smiled ridiculously, but he walked over to the black man. He wanted to see what the black man was!

Soon, Jiang Zhong explored a token on the black man's body. When he saw the word on the token, it turned his face. As a general of the Dala Dynasty, he naturally heard this killer organization.

"His Highness, go, let's get out of here. If this black man has a gang, we will be in trouble!"

Originally taking this mountain road, Jiang Zhong thought it was absolutely safe. Who knows that he was still chased by the black man. Fortunately, it is just a true martial art. If it is a stronger powerful person, I am afraid that Lingdao and Jiang Zhong will not be able to deal with it.

Looking at Jiang Zhong’s face, Ling Dao knows that something is not good. Well, I have been a general, and there are not many killer organizations that can make Jiang Zhong afraid. Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Lingdao did not stop at all. After a fire burned the black man, he left here.

"Ginger Grandpa, that token, can you show me?"

After all, it is this group of black people who have gone out of the sorrowful palace. Lingdao naturally cares. No matter who the mastermind is, this group of black people can't escape. Jiang Zhong's face changed, and finally he spit out a sigh of relief and handed the token to Lingdao.

This is a black iron token, engraved with a "life" on one side and a "win" on the other. Just to see these two words, Lingdao knows where the black killer comes from, and his mouth gently spits a sentence.

"The world is a human life, and the flowers are blossoming and killing the building!"