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CHAPTER 80 Swordsman

Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeated to the Twenty-third

Bao Daoyi laughed, his face filled with disdain: Wu Erlang, you only have four people now, two of them are children, one is half-dead, one is missing an arm and the other a leg, are we really afraid of you? With a glance, he saw a Jiang Xiaobai. Bao Daoyi then said: ”That's right, there are four people here and a dog, but this Devouring Soul or something like that. Could it be that the Dao Lord is truly afraid of it? ” Bao Daoyi pointed at Wu Soong and coldly said: ”Wu Erlang, as long as you hand over that iron box and this Devouring Soul and let us bring it back, then the grudge between us will be written off and will never be brought up again. How about that?”

For Bao Daoyi to actually say such a thing, it caused both Wu Soong and the A’chou to be shocked.

Logically speaking, Bao Daoyi and Wu Soong should have cut off each other's arm because they hated the other party to the bone. Today, Bao Daoyi had called for a few more helpers, and the situation was turning for him, so there was no need for him to reconcile with Wu Soong. Since Bao Daoyi had said this, it was naturally because he had his eyes on the Tiger Box.

But other than the fact that the Tiger Box had sixteen characters carved on it, and was a Mastered Artifact of the owner of the Scripture Pavilion, it did not have any other miraculous aspects. Why was Bao Daoyi so obsessed with this Tiger Box?

Wu Soong sneered: ”Then why should I give you the Tiger Box?”

Bao Daoyi said indifferently: ”That Tiger Box is a divine object descended by the heavens, only virtuous people would own it. If it was placed in your hands, it would be a waste.”

The Daoist beside Bao Daoyi frowned and said to Bao Daoyi: ”Why are you talking to this cripple who only has one arm? Wouldn't it be fine to just snatch it? ”

At this moment, Du Zi's face was covered in sweat as he was constantly fighting with the black clothed Daoist who was hovering in midair. It seemed that if he were to fight with the Junzi Sword for even a moment longer, the black clothed Daoist would immediately be unable to endure.

The black-clothed Daoist gritted his teeth and ran towards Bao Daoyi's side.

In the blink of an eye, he was already beside Bao Daoyi.

The black-clothed Daoist shouted: ”Brother Bao, Fifth Brother, this sword is a little strange, hurry up and put it away —”

Zhang Danian secretly thought: ”So the one beside Bao Daoyi is the Fifth Senior Brother, I wonder how many senior brothers this person who opened his mouth to speak is?”

Just as expected, Bao Daoyi opened his mouth and said: ”Senior Brothers from the three great sects, you are normally so flamboyant in your Triple Purity Sect, how come at such a critical time, you actually need Senior Brother Wu Fang's help?” The Daoist from the Third House looked even more embarrassed now. He mumbled, ”This, this, there's something strange about this sword. Most likely, even if senior apprentice-brother Jiufang came out, he wouldn't be able to win.”

Three-Directions Taoist opened his mouth to speak, but his hand movements were slower by a little, allowing the Junzi Sword to enter, immediately stabbing a hole in the Third Branch Daoist's left arm.

The Third Branch Daoist cried out and quickly ran behind Five-Directions Taoist.

The Junzi Sword moved as fast as the wind as it chased after it. Five-Directions Taoist waved his hand, and a horsetail whisk wrapped around the Junzi Sword.

The Junzi Sword moved horizontally in the air and that horsetail whisk did not land on top of the Junzi Sword.

Zhang Danian's heart jumped, he knew that he could not control the Junzi Sword at all, and it would probably be alright to play tricks on the Third Branch Daoist, once he reached Five-Directions Taoist, it would immediately show the difference in power between him and Wu Soong.

Although the power of the Junzi Sword was great, it still needed the sword rider's methods.