Chapter 1610

The elder's heart sank.

That level of collision has made him feel threatened.

But he couldn't get in.

The baishitan in front of him is still breathless. The moment he goes in, his spiritual power will disappear completely. At that time, don't mention the benefits. I'm afraid that if Wang Qian and the shadow above attack, the elder will die on the spot.

"What happened?" The elder frowned.

At this time, even Shen Nanxing and Zhou Lin were shocked.

Everyone doesn't know what happened to the top of yungun peak, why Wang Qian caused such a big stir after he went up, which is not in line with their plan.

Zhang longkui looked at the cloud gun peak which had been covered by black clouds and clenched his fist.

"Wang Qian, you are a disaster. You must live well and wait for me to avenge yourself!" Zhang longkui prayed from the bottom of his heart.

Boom!

Above the cloud gun peak.

Although there were only three of the thunder gates that Wang Qian called out, they were several times better than the nine gates that the black robed man called out.

The thunder gate summoned by Wang Qian is more like an entity, while the thunder gate of the shadow has only rules.

The portals collide and destroy each other.

"Who are you?" Wang Qian angrily looks at the man in black robe. He controls three of the twelve thunder gates in one hand and rushes towards the man in black robe with a dagger in the other.

The hand with the dagger was shaking.

Brush!

Just as Wang Qian rushed over, this time the man in black gave up the control of the nine thunder doors. Instead, he turned and rushed to Wang Qian.

In the process of rushing to Wang Qian, a long sword appeared in the hands of the black robed man.

The sword shakes a few flowers.

When Wang Qian saw the sword flower, he felt familiar with it.

Wang Qian's hand with a dagger can't help but follow the move of the long sword.

Long memory, come back again.

When Wang Qian was seven or eight years old, the mad Taoist took that wooden sword and taught Wang Qian the sword technique of Xuanmen.

"Little Wang Qian, do you know this set of swordsmanship, but I've been thinking about it for a long time. It's called Jiuyang swordsmanship!" The crazy Taoist took the wine cup in one hand and looked at Wang Qian with a proud face.

Little Wang Qian looked at his chubby little hand. He had some trouble holding the sword. He could not help but droop his head and say, "master, what is Jiuyang sword technique?"

"Jiuyang sword technique is to accumulate Yang Qi. When Yang Qi rises to full of Yang pulse, Jiuyang sword technique can give full play to all the advantages of Yang Qi. Yang Qi is not only the Qi of life but also the Qi of destruction. Yang Qi can be transformed into Yang fire at any time!"

"The sun is raging!"

From the point of the sword, the light of the sun burst out.

Brush!

The crazy Taoist said a move, white crane wings.

The Yang fire on the tip of the sword rushed to Wang Qian like a dragon.

Wang Qian took advantage of the situation to hide.

The past coincides with the present, and there is a flash in Wang Qian's eyes.

The master and apprentice have been fighting each other for more than ten years. Wang Qian is very familiar with every sword move.

as like as two peas in the dark, the swordman's sword is the same as that of the mad man.

Wang Qian's heart vibrated and his eyes were sore.

Brush, brush!

The black robed man didn't know why Wang Qian could avoid his sword move every time. Before that, he killed a congenital strong man with his sword move.

Under the fierce power of Jiuyang sword technique, the congenital strong man had to be arrested.

However, the boy in front of him was less than seven grades, but he could guess the angle of his sword.

The black robed man was more and more frightened.

Finally, Wang Qian evaded a set of his sword moves, and then bullied himself forward.

Brush! I took a look.

With one move, the drunken immortal lifted his clothes and directly crushed the black robe of the man in black robe.

When the black robed figure appeared in front of Wang Qian's eyes, Wang Qian's brain was blank.

"Master!"

Wang Qian gave a big drink.

The black robed man's sword was about to pierce Wang Qian's chest, but it stopped abruptly.

In front of Wang Qian was a Taoist wearing a black and white Taoist robe. This Taoist had a good personality and a beautiful face.

The Taoist's body was translucent, holding a long sword against Wang Qian's chest.

Hearing Wang Qian's cry, master, the Taoist can't pierce the sword in any case.

There was a dull look in his eyes.

He repeated Wang Qian's words: "master?"

Wang Qian is more certain.

After breaking the black robe, Wang Qian's face was extremely excited.

Yes, this man is the master he has been away from for a long time, the crazy Taoist.

To be exact, it is the soul of the mad Taoist.

The point of the sword was on Wang Qian's chest.

Wang Qian saw that the mad Taoist didn't pay any attention to himself. Instead, he walked in the direction of the mad Taoist and let the sword point pierce into his chest.Wang Qian said in a hoarse voice: "master, what's the matter? Don't you know me? I'm Wang Qian

"Master!"

"Wang Qian Wang Qian

"The name seems familiar." The soul of the mad Taoist murmured.

"Master!" Wang Qian has not been so excited for a long time.

In the past, what he showed in front of the public was a cynical, ruffian look, rarely angry, rarely excited look.

However, the mad Taoist was right in front of him, which made Wang Qian not excited. He even ignored the sharpness of the sword and came to the mad Taoist in a few steps to catch his soul.

When his hand touched the crazy Taoist, the moment actually penetrated the past.

When he did not attack Wang Qian, the mad Taoist was just a wisp of soul.

Wang Qian felt that it was even colder here.

"Master, it's me. I'm Wang Qian."

Wang Qian saw that the soul of the mad Taoist was still in a daze. Thinking about something, he quickly let go of his sea of knowledge.

A white symbol appeared on Wang Qian's forehead.

It was a sign of Wang Qian's complete openness to the sea.

After all, Wang Qian's memory was that Wang Qian didn't set up a defense on his forehead.

It took a few minutes for the crazy Taoist's eyes to recover a trace of clarity.

Looking at Wang Qian, the mad Taoist looked relieved.

"Xiaoqian, I haven't seen you for two years, and I've grown up a lot. However, you're not very good at pure Yang Wuji, and you've only reached the seventh level. I thought you had already reached the Ninth level of cultivation for so many years, catching up with your brilliant master. " The crazy Taoist looked at Wang Qian with great satisfaction.

"Master..." Wang Qian looked at the ghost of the mad Taoist and wanted to say something, but thousands of words choked in his throat.

For a moment, Wang Qian was stunned there.

Until the mad Taoist put his hand on Wang Qian's shoulder, Wang Qian raised his head and said with red eyes: "master, who is it? A soul of yours? "

With these words, Wang Qian had an unprecedented intention to kill.

He could see that the ghost of the mad Taoist was forcibly extracted.

And the reason why the mad Taoist became crazy behind him must have a lot to do with the loss of his soul.

The crazy Taoist Wei Wei shook his head and said with a smile, "Wang Qian, I'm relieved to see that your pure Yang Wuji cultivation has been successful."

"Master!"

"Needless to say, Shifu was inferior to others in that year, so he was drawn a soul and put it on the top of the cloud gun peak to help him alchemy." The crazy Taoist is light.

"What?"

Hearing this, Wang Qian was stunned.

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