Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

597  Unfilial Disciple, Former Weapon Refinement Grandmaster Mo Tianxing (2)

Gu Dali's eyes were filled with shock as he stared at Tang Wanshan.

Was this a grandmaster expert?

However, even if he was a grandmaster, he still had the strength to fight. He was the strongest person in the Sword Sect other than his eldest senior brother, a late-stage Core Formation Realm cultivator. He also had the heavy sword that he had refined for more than ten years.

Moreover, he and his eldest senior brother would be able to get that old thing's things soon. If their junior had not stopped them, they would have already succeeded.

At this moment, no matter what, he had to stop these people in front of him. So what if they were grandmasters?

BOOM!

Gu Dali wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and circulated the power of his cultivation. Powerful Warpath erupted in his eyes again. He held the heavy sword with both hands. Runes immediately surged on the heavy sword, and with the circulation of incomparably powerful spiritual power, shocking sword energy erupted from it.

Slash!

Gu Dali raised the heavy sword and slashed at Tang Wanshan.

Flame Devouring Wave Sword!

This was a powerful sword technique he cultivated. It was originally a powerful ruler technique, but he had learned to use a heavy sword.

In an instant, another huge terrifying sword energy slashed at Tang Wanshan.

When Tang Wanshan saw this scene, a strange look appeared in his eyes. He did not expect the other party to know such a powerful sword technique.

However, after seeing Li Hao's sword just now, Gu Dali's sword in front of him seemed a little petty.

Tang Wanshan circulated the power of his cultivation and his palms kept changing to form seals. Immediately, a spiritual incantation circulated, and an extremely sharp aura appeared on Tang Wanshan's body.

"Go!" In the next moment, Tang Wanshan shouted coldly and pointed ahead.

As soon as he pointed, an incomparably complete power appeared. A finger power streaked across space with a golden light. It was extremely dazzling and carried an incomparably hot aura, as if it could pierce through the entire Void.

This was a finger technique cultivated by Tang Wanshan. Its name was Fiery Sun Finger, and it contained an extremely terrifying penetrative power.

As a grandmaster, Tang Wanshan had cultivated for many years. How could he not have a few spiritual techniques?

Then, Tang Wanshan's Fiery Sun Finger collided with the Flame Devouring Wave Sword used by Gu Dali.

There was no earth-shattering sound. There was only the sound of something being pierced. It was the sword energy.

Bang!

In the next moment, the sword energy dissipated with a bang. The finger descended on Gu Dali again.

Immediately, Gu Dali's figure was sent flying to the entrance of the hall. The heavy sword crystal in his hand had already broken.

Spat!

Gu Dali spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with countless internal organs. If not for the fact that his Dharma artifact heavy sword had blocked most of the force, he would have died.

However, at this moment, even if he was not dead, he was not far away and was seriously injured.

Grandmasters were so terrifying!

It was indeed not something he could withstand.

A hint of bitterness appeared in Gu Dali's eyes. Only his eldest senior brother could make a move.

In front, Tang Wanshan severely injured Gu Dali with a finger technique, but his expression was calm. If he could not even deal with a late-stage Core Formation Realm cultivator, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

Li Hao watched the show. With Tang Wanshan around, there was no need for him.

The next moment, Tang Wanshan headed straight for the building in front.

Li Hao, Tang Qianqian, and Tang Yi followed.

In the hall, at this moment, many figures had gathered. They were all wearing white robes and had pride on their bodies. There were more than twenty figures. The leader was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was extremely arrogant and thin. He was dressed in white and looked quite extraordinary.

He was the eldest disciple of the Sword Sect, Song Rentong.

"Junior, you can't protect this old hag! I don't want to kill you, but if you insist on having a death wish, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Song Rentong looked coldly at the center of the hall. There was a chair there, and on it sat a white-haired old man. His face was filled with wrinkles and he looked sick, as if he was about to die in the West Mountain. There was no life left in him…

In front of the old man stood a woman in purple. She had an exquisite face and a beautiful figure. She held a long sword in her hand and looked extraordinary. However, at this moment, her face was pale and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. She was clearly injured.

"Song Rentong! Don't call me junior! I don't have a senior who deceived his master and betrayed his ancestors! How did Master treat you in the past? You actually want to harm him! You're really worse than pigs and dogs!"

When the woman heard Song Rentong's words, she said sternly, her voice filled with extreme coldness.

Her name was Yuan Ziyi. Song Rentong was originally her senior brother, but he took advantage of her master's life and fought for the position of the sect master. He even wanted to harm her master. She had been raised by her master since she was young, and her master treated her with kindness. Naturally, she could not watch her master be killed by this rascal, so she came out to stop him. However, she did not expect Song Rentong to have already reached the grandmaster realm.

"Who asked this old hag not to pass the position of sect master to me?! And the long sword he refined… He would rather die than hand it to me! If he cared about me, he should have given it to me long ago! And junior, you're so beautiful. Why don't you marry me in the future?" said Song Rentong sternly again.

"Song Rentong! How can you be so shameless!" said Yuan Ziyi sternly to Song Rentong again.

"Hehe, I'm shameless? I won't waste my breath on you! Junior, I'll give you one last chance! Are you going to move aside?" Hearing Yuan Ziyi's words, Song Rentong smiled coldly and spoke slowly.

"If you want to attack, do it! Even if I die, I won't let you harm Master!" said Yuan Ziyi firmly again. Her eyes were filled with determination as she continued to stand in front of the old man.

As for the old man sitting in the chair, he seemed to have fainted. He did not speak, as if he was too weak to speak.

"In that case, don't blame me for being heartless!" said Song Rentong coldly again. He was about to attack.

"I didn't expect there to be such a rascal in the Sword Sect!" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in this space.