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As the sword was drawn, a cold light shone.

What was even more amazing was that when the sword tip was about to be less than three feet away from Su Liu, two sharp sword shadows quietly separated from the sword tip.

The next moment, three sharp sword lights came at different angles and stabbed straight at Su Liu's vital points!

Seeing this scene, some Quanzhen disciples gasped and shouted, "This is our sect's wonderful sword move, One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!

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Chapter 29: Are you worthy of being called a martial artist? (Please give me flowers! Please give me votes!)⑤

One qi transforms the three qing dynasties!

This clever move from the Quanzhen sword technique was performed with extraordinary force in the hands of Zhao Zhijing.

The three sword shadows were chaotic and sharp, cutting through the void like cold lightning, making the air hissing, and rushed straight towards Su Liu at an extremely terrifying speed.

After seeing the fierce sword moves performed by Zhao Zhijing, many Quanzhen disciples could not help but whisper in amazement:

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhao could even master this move!"

"You are truly worthy of being the number one disciple of the second generation!"

"Senior Brother Zhao will definitely be able to get rid of this evil Taoist and avenge Senior Brother Yin!"

Even Zhao Zhijing himself felt somewhat pleased with himself, with an irrepressible sense of satisfaction and joy emerging in his eyes.

Among the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, he and Yin Zhiping have always been the leaders.

Now that Yin Zhiping is dead, there is almost no suspense about who will be the successor to the head sect.

"If I can take this guy down, the position of the next Quanzhen Sect Master will definitely be mine!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing's eyes burned with fire, and he drew his sword three times faster, with a smug sneer on his face.

"Demon, look at the sword!"

However, in the eyes of Su Liu, a top master, the sword moves used by this so-called first of the third generation of Quanzhen with all his strength were no different from childish tricks.

"How dare you show off your insignificant skills in front of me!"

With a light chuckle, Su Liu turned his hand into a claw and gently reached forward. The whistling fiery red claw shadow instantly tore the three sword lights into pieces.

It’s the Nine Yin Divine Claw!

Then, Su Liu turned his claws into fingers, and his slender white fingers were like iron clamps, clamping the sharp sword between his fingers in a flash.

Zhao Zhijing was horrified and tried desperately to take back the sword, but the opponent's two seemingly slender fingers seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai. No matter how he struggled, he could not move them at all.

"you you..."

Su Liu chuckled, then moved his fingers slightly and flicked the sword lightly.

"With your sword skills, I'm afraid even if you practice for another hundred years, you still won't be able to take a single blow from me."

"Dang~"

A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, and the long sword forged from the hardened diamond instantly shattered. Dense spider-web-like lines spread out, and the sword body shattered into pieces, turning into pieces of scrap iron.

Zhao Zhijing was also shaken by this powerful force. He staggered back a few steps, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a pale face.

He looked at the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, his face as pale as gold paper.

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and shouted at the Quanzhen disciples behind him:

"When dealing with evil spirits and demons, there is no need to talk about the code of conduct!"

"Quanzhen disciples, follow me and kill the evil demons and monsters."

"Yes!"

There was a sound of a long sword being unsheathed.

Dozens of Taoists came with swords.

"Surround him, don't let him escape, kill him!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen long swords flashed cold light and rushed straight towards Su Liu.

"Impossible."

Su Liu shook his head, too lazy to even unsheathe the Changhong Sword, and just stretched out a claw.

Turn your hand over to form a claw, and your five fingers will be like hooks.

His slender white palms seemed to be made of divine gold and were indestructible. He grabbed the long swords that were stabbing at him. There was a loud bang and more than a dozen long swords shattered almost at the same time.

Su Liu used the Nine Yin Divine Claw to tear more than ten long swords into pieces.

Such power really frightened all the Quanzhen disciples.

"My sword is broken!!"

"What kind of magic is he using!?"

Su Liu was too lazy to waste time talking to these ants, so he took action directly. With a flip of his hand, a vast amount of true energy suddenly whizzed out and gathered in the air to form a huge fiery red palm print.

The blazing Nine Yang Flying Rainbow Qi burned the air with a hissing sound. Dozens of Quanzhen disciples were slapped away several feet before they could react. They were covered in blood all the way and finally rolled to the ground, their life or death unknown.

In Su Liu's eyes, these so-called disciples from famous sects are no different from ants.

He can be crushed to death with just a flick of the hand!

Even the best among the second generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect, such as Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, are just stronger ants!

At this moment, looking at the group of Quanzhen disciples collapsed on the ground, their miserable appearance unknown whether they were alive or dead, Zhao Zhijing swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, his eyes full of fear, and even his hands were shaking.

His eyes turned red, he clenched his teeth, and mustered up his last bit of courage. He picked up a long sword on the ground and stabbed Su Liu.

"Demon, I will fight you!"

Su Liu glanced at him and smiled, "You can't even hold a sword steadily, how can you be called a martial artist?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and reached into the void. As his five fingers grasped, a vast amount of true energy whizzed out and finally turned into an invisible hand, which instantly grabbed the long sword that Zhao Zhijing was holding tightly in his palm.

The next moment, Su Liu moved his palm slightly and twisted it lightly. The long sword made of fine iron was twisted like a pretzel and turned into a ball of scrap iron.

"Do you think your head is harder, or is this sword harder?"

Zhao Zhijing was so frightened when he saw this that he almost lost his soul. He felt his legs go limp and he knelt down with a plop, saying in a trembling voice:

“Mercy…Mercy!!”

Chapter 30: The Great Demon Subduing Fist, the wind and clouds move when the fist is out! (Please give me flowers! Please give me evaluation votes!)⑥

Looking at Zhao Zhijing kneeling on the ground, Su Liu smiled slightly and said softly:

"It seems your bones are not as hard as you thought."

Zhao Zhijing trembled all over and kowtowed for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist...for the sake of our common Daoist lineage...please spare my life..."

The corner of Su Liu's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and there was a gloomy violence in his voice.

"Are you from the same Taoist sect?"

"Then do you know why the old Taoist who came to your Quanzhen Sect to beg for alms half a month ago was humiliated for no reason and eventually became so angry that he was bedridden and died of depression?"

"Do you know that he was seeking medicine for his sick disciple, and he didn't care about his dignity to go to Quanzhen to ask for medicine?"

"Do you know that the disciple is me, the Taoist priest?"

Su Liu's series of questions made Zhao Zhijing turn pale in an instant.

Because he has recalled it.

Half a month ago, the old Taoist who came to ask for medicine for his disciple was driven down the mountain by him personally!

"I... I didn't know... that old Taoist was your master..." Zhao Zhijing was trembling all over, his eyes full of fear, and he kept begging for mercy like a praying mantis.

And Su Liu's gaze became even colder.

Although he was smiling, this smile made Zhao Zhijing shudder.

"I asked for medicine, but you didn't give it to me. That's nothing."

"You should never, ever, humiliate an old man who is over 80 years old."

Su Liu sighed softly, looked at Zhao Zhijing indifferently, and said faintly: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, so use your life to atone for your sins!"

Before he finished speaking, he shook his palm, and his true energy burst out. The long sword in his palm instantly shattered into hundreds of sword fragments.

Then, Su Liu waved his sleeves and a vast amount of true energy spread out, engulfing the thousands of sword fragments like a whirlwind, as if it had turned into a sword storm, and was about to whiz towards Zhao Zhijing who was lying on the ground.

"stop--"

"How dare you!!!"

"No!"

At this moment, along with a series of angry shouts, several figures in Taoist robes floated over from a distance like cranes.

It seems that these people should be Wang Chongyang’s seven disciples, the current leaders of Quanzhen Sect.

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!!!"

Su Liu pretended not to hear anything, sneered, and then flicked his sleeves forward.

The next moment, hundreds of broken sword blades whizzed out, and under the influence of the powerful true energy, they swept Zhao Zhijing in like a sword blade storm.

Cut into pieces, flesh and blood turned into mud.

A shrill scream echoed throughout the Chongyang Palace.

However, Su Liu stood there with an indifferent look in his eyes. He was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe that was spotless and with his clothes fluttering in the wind, he looked like a god, forming a sharp contrast with the tragic scene covered in blood next to him.

A heaven, a hell.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing's master Wang Chuyi's eyes were bloodshot, he roared, and then flew towards Su Liu.

"You are so brave, boy!"

Looking at the black-faced Taoist priest flying over, Su Liu's eyes were cold and he said proudly: "You alone are not worthy of my attention!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched out in one go.

A punch was thrown, hitting the void.

The punch moves the wind and clouds!

It is the most powerful martial arts in the Nine Yin Scriptures - the Great Demon Subduing Fist!

Under the urging of the extremely strong and masculine Nine Yang Flying Rainbow Divine Art, and the vast divine power of the Nirvana Body, this punch was like a fist of God descending from the nine heavens.

The golden fist force was like a blue dragon flying across the sky, causing golden ripples in the void. The energy of the Nine Yang Flying Rainbow gathered and did not disperse, like a roaring wave or an erupting volcano, suddenly slamming towards Wang Chuyi who was still in mid-air.

The latter was horrified. He never expected that this seemingly young and handsome Taoist priest could actually deliver such a terrifying punch.

Wang Chuyi didn't have time to think and quickly drew his sword.

Clang!

With a long sword in hand, this Quanzhen master known as the Iron-footed Immortal attacked with twenty-three swords in an instant with lightning speed. The clear sword light was like arcs of lightning that intertwined in the air to form a dense sword net, covering his body.

But even so, it was difficult to resist Su Liu's thunder-like punch.

boom!

The fist force came through the air like a blue dragon, erupting with a terrifying force like a landslide or tsunami, and almost in the instant, it shattered the sword net that Wang Chuyi had slashed out.

Then the fist force remained concentrated and did not dissipate, hitting his chest heavily.

"Pfft-"

The force of the fist exploded like thunder or a volcano.