Chapter 673: Zhang Qianlei fiercely domineering, Wudang

boom!
Lin Menghan's undulating chest was instantly penetrated by thunder.
Electric sparks flickered all over the body, emitting black smoke and acrid scorching odor.
It was all carbonized in less than a second and died.
Snapped!
Zhang Qianlei stepped on the body of Lin Menghan.
Everyone was shocked.
"Come on your lungs, who dares to obstruct my grandfather? Even if Chen Anping's cow nose comes over, he must get out!"
In the clamour, Zhang Qianlei was furious, shot very fast, his fingers flicked, and his palm was like a knife.
He moved like a fire and thundered, killing and discipling several disciples, and then caught Tang Guozhu and Tang Linglong and kept them behind him.
"Zhang Qianlei, I have no grudges against you in Wudang and you have no resentment in the past. How dare you kill my people!"
"Zhang Qianlei, you are too much!"
"Today, Wudang and you endlessly!"
Everyone was furious and yelled, but for a while, no one dared to step forward and fight with Zhang Qianlei.
"Thousands of thunderbolts, anyway, once was the master of a case, how do you do it to a few younger generations?"
Suddenly, a figure in a robe came out of the air.
This man is fluttering with big sleeves, surrounded by clouds and steaming Xia Wei, with a refined temperament, as if the immortal was in the dust.
He floated down on the roof of a large hall, his body stood upright like a sword, his eyes sharply overlooked the heroes, and he threw his sleeves proudly:
"So bullying, bullying and fearing hard, you are too much!"
"The disciples meet the head!"
Many Wudang elders, church masters and disciples worshiped as if they were gods.
"I look forward to welcoming Anping's Reality!"
"I wish Anping's real skills are profound, and life is long!"
As for Hong Kong Island's richest man, Superman Li, Macau's gambler He Hongchen, and the treasure island bamboo association to help Wan Qili and other secular rich and giants, they worshipped on the ground, like believers seeing gods, their eyes full of fanatical reverence.
The comer is Chen Anping, head of Wudang.
Zhang Qianlei's gas field was not weak, and he smiled disdainfully:
"Chen Anping, you're doing something with Tang Linglong's female doll, and there's nowhere to go?"
He shook his head, the old was authentic:
"Ming tells you, is coming right away! I advise you to stop right away!"
"You set up a few tables and wine, and bow your head to admit it. Dao, I will help you make peace, otherwise, you must die!"
"Tang Jiang is coming?"
As soon as the word came out, the audience was one.
Everyone's face turned wild, showing deep dread.
The semi-hermitian gate has always regarded the secular world as a maggot.
But Jiang Tian is different.
According to legend, he has a half-step human immortal cultivation, the world's first strongest, enough to stand with the leaders of the semi-hermits.
"Master, do you really want to come? He has me in his heart, must it be?"
Only Tang Linglong's expression was agitated, her eyes were bright, her heart was full of tenderness.
"You idiot, don't talk nonsense!"
Tang Lao shook his head helplessly and glanced at Jiang Tian who turned into Xiao Wei.
"Jiang Taichu is coming!"
Chen Anping heard that his pupils were shrinking, his face was cloudy, and his mind was turning.
If Jiang Tian comes alone, with his assembled forces, there is still a 70% chance of success.
But add another Zhang Qianlei, the first master of Damen Lei Fa, I am afraid that there is only five or five to win.
Thinking of this, Chen Anping smiled aloud:
"Thousands of thunder, Jiang Tian, ​​this man is cruel and ruthless, and kills people. It is not a good thing!"
"You and him are friends. Slowly, we won't let you go. Just because we care about friendship and don't kill you, you also dance with wolves and make skins with tigers.
His jade face was full of glory, his eyes were kind and compassionate, and he was quite capable of being a master, and he followed the path of kindness and temptation:
"I was told that Jiang Taichu had to make a good fortune, and he had the ruins of Xianxu and magical inheritance in his hands. It would be better for you and my brother to join together to conquer Jiang Taichu and force him to hand over the residual pictures and exercises.
"Yes, Qian Lei, don't you make mistakes! Hurry up and throw away the dark cast!"
Gong Yile was persuaded.
"Zhang Daoyou, today I will kill Tang Linglong Jiang Taichu. If you are obsessed, the poor monk can only kill the war!"
The dustless master threatened fiercely.
"Zhang Laotian, Jiang Taichu has an extraordinary heritage. If you and I want to get it, I'm afraid we can go to heaven in one step!"
An elder in Hongmen followed suit.
"shut up!"
Zhang Qianlei stared at the copper bell with big eyes, thunderous like thunder, and then proudly said:
"I am close to my brother as a brother and I love each other. Ginger has told me the secret of the fairy tale long ago, and I will die and betray me."
He shook his head and proudly said:
"But Dao, I have a different path, and I have my own family. How can he cultivate his methods?"
Speaking of which, Zhang Qianlei is also extremely depressed.
Very distressed, very painful.
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"Zhang Qianlei, shame your face, you can die!"
Seeing Zhang Qianlei's oil and salt not coming in, Chen Anping's eyes suddenly became cold, his right hand was lifted up, and Zhang Qianlei was photographed.
This palm shot has the potential to destroy the sky, and the blue breath condenses into a ten-meter-long giant palm, crushing it down.
Real Wudang magic palm!
According to legend, it is the inheritance of the Emperor Zhenwu, and the Taoism is an absolute skill.
This method of cultivation can be practiced to the extreme. You don't need to use your fingers to chant curse and step on foot to fight.
boom!
Zhang Qianlei is as tall as a mountain, his black hair is flying like a waterfall.
This punch hit, and the ten-meter-long void trembled, Lei Guang shot, lingering into a large fist of thunder and lightning, and blasted towards the giant palm.
Lightning and lightning are so powerful that they are unimaginable.
This Tianlei Shenquan is a masterpiece of Tianshizong Township of Longhu Mountain. Great magical power, Zhang Qianlei worked hard for decades and did not manage it successfully.
After the battle with Jiang Tian, ​​the cultivation was sublimated to the fullest, and the half-step immortal cultivation practice was finally able to be performed at will.
Bang!
After the thunder fist broke through and shattered the cyan palm, it remained unabated and bombarded Chen Anping.
"not good!"
Chen Anping's heart was full of warning signs, and she stepped into the air to escape the fist.
Boom!
A magnificent palace was shattered by thunder, the smoke was rolling, the bricks were flying, the house collapsed, and the mountain was shaking.
Chen Anping was shocked and startled.
How can this old guy cultivate such a rapid advancement that the real martial arts magic palm that can be broken!
Even though Zhang Qianlei was blessed by the two Song Lus before, the cultivation resources obtained from the world can't be compared with the Wudang faction.
"No, you must kill this person as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too difficult for Jiang Tai to come. It may be a disaster!"
Chen Anping was anxious, patted his chest, sprayed blood on his mouth, and offered a peerless magic weapon in his blood.
This treasure is an ancient seal with a carved tortoise, a mysterious snake, and a simple shape, only the size of an egg.
"Xuanwu tortoise and snake, help each other to understand each other, after all, each other!"
Chen Anping looked stunned and chanted a spell.
The Yintai became larger in the wind, and the spirit turtle and mysterious snake suddenly turned out into a yin and a yang, a black and a white light.
These two treasures, entangled with each other, tumbling, hanged towards Zhang Qianlei.
And Chen Anping also followed the two Baoguangs, hurricane rushed forward, exerted a real palm, and patted Zhang Qianlei fiercely.
"The Seal of Zhenwu Emperor! This is the treasure of Wudang School!"
"Oh my God, this is a real magic weapon! Too powerful!"
"The light of the mysterious tortoise and the mysterious snake can kill the grandmaster with one ray, and kill the gods with one ray!"
"Zhang Qianlei, don't give up on the dark, and kneel down to concede? Tang Linglong, when do you want to wait?"
Many Wudang disciples were shocked and exclaimed when they saw this, their eyes were round and their faces looked excited.
"Huh, Zhang Qianlei is dead this time!"
Even Gong Yile looked excited: "This is a magic weapon passed down by Emperor Zhenwu! The power is amazing!"
The Jingang Temple was also shocked by the dustlessness, envious: "Lingbao! This is Lingbao! Only Wudang has such a powerful magic weapon!"
"Huh? It turned out to be a real magic weapon! There is even a bit of magic treasure trend!"
When Jiang Tian saw this, his pupils shrank, and he was slightly shocked.
The tortoises and snakes on it were attached to a trace of the spirit of the two beasts.
Although it is not an instrumental spirit crafted by a practitioner, the essence is the same. It has spirituality and can attack on its own.
"Nima, Gu Wudang's heritage is really rich! Dao is dangerous this time!"
Seeing this, Zhang Qianlei was frightened, and he stepped up to the sky.
Boom boom!
He widened and closed, fierce and impassive, and shot seven or eight punches in a row.
Everyone understands that Zhang Qianlei Xiu never loses Chen Anping, but he is far worse than the magic weapon.
Gu Wudang is a semi-hermitist, secretly supporting strength in the secular world, and has a good relationship with the official.
But Tian Shizong was too far away.
At that time, most of the disciples followed Jiang ’s bald head to Baodao, and eventually died out in the struggle.
The part that remained in Huaxia was already incomplete, was severely suppressed by the forces of all parties, and experienced the calamity of the Four Olds and other sports.
Basically, all the Confucianism and magic weapons of the Heavenly Master Sect have been lost.
Sure enough, two Baoguang flashed Zhang Qianlei's fist of light easily, together with Chen Anping's poisonous palm, and came to him in an instant.
"Zhang Daochang is in danger!"
Tang Linglong exclaimed in astonishment.
"Rest assured, there is only one spiritual treasure, and for too long, the mana is about to fade, he will not be in any danger!"
Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.
He didn't look at the two of the sky at all, but looked deep into the rolling sea of ​​clouds with a strange look on his face.
"Who is this person? How could it be so calm?"
At this time, some Wudang disciples noticed that the old was there, and secretly wondered.
But immediately turned to Zhang Qianlei and Chen Anping in the sky.
Looking at this situation, the two will soon be divided.