I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

When the old Taoist yelled this, we also felt that the situation was not good.

The sloppy Taoist priest told us before that there are three big moves in Chilang's terrifying swordsmanship. You can shoot 81 swords in a row, back and forth, left and right, no matter how many enemies there are, you can solve them with one move.

It is very difficult for a top master to resist the big move of Abbot Lang.

Now, Chi Lang had completely lost his patience, and wanted to use this terrifying big move to directly strangle the sloppy Taoist priest.

When Chi Lang Shi performed this move, everyone standing below the ring felt a terrifying power emanating from Chi Lang's body.

Especially the nine swords on top of his head, constantly turning into sword shadows.

In just a moment of effort, the entire arena was filled with sword shadows, buzzing.

Around the arena, several elders had already got up and quickly came to the edge of the arena.

It is estimated that he intends to rescue the sloppy Taoist priest in a critical moment.

There are also people who are eager to try and are ready to rush to the ring at any time.

But the slovenly Taoist priest did not sit still, he threw the Maoshan jade pendant into the air again, suspended in mid-air, and quickly condensed a barrier to come out.

At the same time, beside the sloppy Taoist priest, a figure appeared, with purple evil spirit all over his body, which was extremely terrifying.

The figure that appeared was none other than Sister Na, with her countless long hair flying around, wrapping the sloppy Taoist priest layer by layer.

At the same time, clusters of rich purple-red evil spirits emerged from Sister Na's body, glaring at Chi Lang.

"Go to hell!" Chi Lang shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the sloppy Taoist priest, and then countless magic swords shot towards the sloppy Taoist priest and Sister Na.

The shadows of swords all over the sky are extremely chilling.

Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats.

Two elders wanted to rush to the stage, but they were stopped by Elder Long Shan: "The outcome is undecided, don't intervene!"

Each sword exudes a powerful lethality, shining coldly.

A total of 81 swords were cut towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

At that moment I turned my head away, not daring to look.

Not only worried about the sloppy Taoist priest, but also worried that Sister Na would be severely injured.

Such a terrifying ultimate move is so frightening, I feel that the sloppy Taoist priest may not be able to withstand it.

When Chi Lang released this move, countless sword qi flew around, and the first unlucky ones were the paper armor of the sloppy Taoist priest.

Where the sword qi passed, those paper armors collapsed in an instant, turning into a series of talismans and falling to the ground.

Then more sword energy slashed towards the sloppy Taoist priest and Sister Na.

They are all sword shadows, covering the entire arena, even a fly can be chopped to pieces.

I don't know how long this sword energy lasted, it seems to be a moment, and it seems to be as long as 1 years.

After all the sword qi were gathered back, the 81 sword qi turned into nine swords again, and spread out around Chi Lang.

And when I went to see the sloppy Taoist priest again, the barrier he condensed with the Maoshan jade pendant had been completely destroyed by the sword energy, and Sister Na was also severely injured, her figure was extremely thin.

But the sloppy Taoist priest was still standing there and did not fall down.

It's just that there were many wounds on his body, the Taoist robe was also tattered, and his body was dripping with blood.

After a while, I saw the sloppy Taoist move. He reached out and patted the Tiangang seal hanging on his waist, and took Sister Na back.

Sister Na was seriously injured, and she had to go back to warm up as soon as possible, or she would die out of her wits.

There are special runes on Chilang's magic swords that restrain ghosts. Sister Na blocked at least half of these sword auras.

On the other hand, Chi Lang was unscathed, and the nine swords lay beside him, still humming loudly.

Seeing this scene, the elders standing under the ring also heaved a sigh of relief.

Elder Longshan was also a little reluctant, and directly said to the sloppy Taoist priest: "Chiwen, you are already very strong, admit defeat, let alone you, even if it is a poor Taoist, it will not be easy to stop Chilang's sword."

The slovenly Taoist didn't say anything to Elder Longshan, but looked at Chi Lang, with the corners of his mouth upturned, and then he sneered: "Chi Lang... that's it? I don't think so."

"Your mouth is really hard! Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

As he said that, Chi Lang shook his hand, and the nine swords struck at the sloppy Taoist priest again.

The sloppy Taoist roared angrily, slapped a golden talisman on the Thunderbolt wooden sword, and slashed at Chilang's Dharma sword.

In mid-air, the nine swords merged into one, turned into a huge sword again, and collided fiercely with the sloppy Taoist's thunderbolt wooden sword.

There was a loud roar, followed by a miserable grunt. The sloppy Taoist priest flew out and slammed into the pillar of the ring.

His body was shaking, but he was still in the ring.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist priest seemed to have completely lost his fighting power, and he had only one breath left.

Chi Lang was very proud, and turned to Elder Longshan: "Elder, I don't think it's necessary? You announce the result of the competition."

Master Longshan glanced at the sloppy Taoist priest, sighed helplessly, then turned over and jumped onto the ring, and walked to the sloppy Taoist priest: "Chiwen, you lost."

"He didn't lose!"

As soon as Elder Longshan finished speaking, a person suddenly appeared behind us.

This person is Master Songhe, the sloppy Taoist priest.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Songhe.

Master Songhe didn't look sideways, and went straight to the edge of the ring, and shouted at the sloppy Taoist priest: "Chiwen, get up!"

As if he heard the master's words, the sloppy Taoist priest's body moved a bit, and he let out a mournful cry, like a cry, like unwillingness.

Then, the sloppy Taoist supported his already scarred body and climbed up again.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Master Songhe under the ring: "Master..."

Immortal Songhe changed his drunken appearance before, when I looked at him, I felt that he was a real master, and his eyes became extremely determined.

He just looked at the sloppy Taoist priest and said nothing after that.

It seemed that it was the master's eyes that gave the sloppy Taoist priest confidence and hope. He tremblingly raised the lightning strike wooden sword again and pointed it at Chi Lang.

"Isn't the golden scale a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm! Chi Lang, today is a dragon or a dog, we will use the last move to decide the winner, come on!" The sloppy Taoist said loudly.

"Okay, then you die!"

In the voice of speaking, those magic swords once again built a bridge, winding all the way up!