Old Song from the coffin shop made harsh remarks, and Chu Yuan's face turned red.
"Evil heretics, I have nothing to do with you. If I hadn't looked at Brother Lin's face, how could I have allowed you to linger under Chu's sword?"
"Hero Chu is really upright and upright. A little personal relationship can make Hero Chu let go of evil heretics. I wonder if Hero Chu will draw a sword against him for the clues about the treasure?"
Song Qi took a few steps back, and the old man looked at Chu Yuan with fear in his eyes.
Chu Yuan took out the eight-sided ancient sword in his hand from its scabbard. The blade of the sword was like a puddle of autumn water, and the cold sword light shone suddenly in the tomb chamber.
He walked slowly and stopped at the exit of the tomb.
"Brother Chu, what do you mean?"
Lin Jiugong looked at Chu Yuan.
"I don't mean anything, Brother Lin. Qingdi Baoyuan is the most precious treasure of the Taoist sect and must not fall into the hands of Bald Donkey."
Chu Yuan held his sword across his chest, and the sword energy of Hui Feng Ku Xue was diverted but not released.
"Master Yue Buddha, tell me, if you get the supreme treasure, what does it mean to kill me where I used to be?"
Song Qi put his body in front of Su Che, and pulled the honest man Ma Shou behind him.
"Old Song, you and I are both seventh grade, but with your exhausted virtue, how many swords can you take from me?"
Among the people standing in the tomb, Chu Yuan held his sword at the exit, the bodies of Qin Ben and Yuan Caiyi lay on the ground, and Su Che and Ma Shoude stood behind Song Qi.
Lin Jiugong was located among several people, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Brother Chu, this is a big deal in Xuanshan. The Qingdi Treasure Garden is a fictitious thing, so why should we worry about it?"
"Ignoring whether Qingdi Baoyuan is the Taoist treasure or not, what does it have to do with you, Chu Yuan of Yuyang Mountain? Mr. Chu, your swordsmanship has not improved for many years because you are too preoccupied and your sword is covered in dust."
"court death."
Chu Yuan slashed out with his sword. The ice and snow sword energy hung upside down like a waterfall, slashing horizontally. The sword moves were brilliant and continuous.
Song Qi clasped his hands together, his body flashed with green flowers, and several faint images of gods were lined up in front of the formation.
But this sword energy flashed for a moment on Song Qi's "True Spirit Position and Industry Diagram", and suddenly the sword swung forward, with all the false moves in front of it, and it went straight to Lin Jiugong, who was at the side and had not yet reacted.
The sword energy came out of his body, Lin Jiugong's face was filled with shock, and blood surged from his chest.
"Chu Yuan, you..."
Lin Jiugong knelt on the ground, looking at his friend with horror in his eyes.
"Jiugong, I have offended you today. I will apologize to you in the future. After all, you and this old Song have joined forces to show the true spiritual position and karma. It will take more effort to eat you."
Chu Yuan said coldly, pointing his sword energy directly at Song Qi.
"Look at the sword."
The moves of the eight-faced ancient sword around the ring have changed. The disciples of Yuyang Mountain have now turned into opponents, and they are attacking fiercely.
The broken bricks fell down like a rapid rain, densely packed.
Amidst the specks of frost and dust, Chu Yuan calmly wielded his sword.
Three sword qi, one faster than the other, three swords in a chain, interlocking with each other.
It was the magic hand that he was proud of all his life, returning to the wind and snow for three dances.
The Qingdi Treasure Garden is a supreme secret treasure that can help people achieve enlightenment. It involves ancient secrets.
Yuyang Mountain students have heard of the reputation of this treasure countless times.
Chu Yuan looked at the dim green light opposite.
Old ghost, how much lamp oil do you have left in this broken lamp?
Song Qi spat out a mouthful of blood.
After all, he is old.
Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things.
Time is like a passer-by for generations.
I didn't expect that I would end up explaining it here.
"Xiao Ma, I can't help you."
Song Qi formed a seal with his hands, but no longer chanted the Shangqing Dharma Mantra.
"When you came to me to beg me, I wanted to give it to you. That thing was dispensable to me."
Ma Shoude, an honest man, had tears streaming down his face.
"Shopkeeper, you gave me money to treat my wife's illness, and you also gave me money to buy land..."
"Idiot, what meaning do yellow and white things mean to us cultivators? Originally, you were left to be the successor of the mantle, but today it seems that this lineage will be handed over here."
In the battle with the two-headed furbolg, Song Qi had already exhausted most of his energy. If he were to fight against the most lethal swordsman like Chu Yuan, even though the "True Spirit Position and Karma Map" was known as the ancestral method of the gods, he would be at the end of his rope. to the point of dryness.
"Song, you are a true spiritual figure who is more than capable of defending but not aggressive enough. How many more swords can you take from me?"
Chu Yuan's sword energy was flowing continuously, and the chill was everywhere. Frost had already grown among the broken bricks and tiles.
I'm afraid even a sword won't be able to withstand it.
Song Qi chuckled and looked at Lin Jiugong.
The surname Chu is wide on the outside and taboo on the inside. The junior brother will probably have to explain it here.
The Shangqing lineage has an unparalleled inheritance.
"I said, when you get older, you should find a place to take a good rest, and leave the heroic things like being a hero to us young people, okay?"
A hand was placed on Song Qi's shoulder.
The fresh "Buddhist" Mr. Su San, who was wearing a plain white brocade robe, frowned.
"You can't do it. The sword cultivator is one level behind. When we fight, there is a huge difference. You can only reach the eighth level at most..."
Young Master Su folded his fan and flicked it, and a shadow flew out.
"who……"
The shadow was on the ground, and a large ghost-faced shield was pressed in front of the formation. Chu Yuan's serial sword energy hit this layer of shadow, making muffled sounds.
"...Told you that swordsmen can only use swords?"
The two-faced ghost general held a large shield and let out a low roar under layers of mysterious armor.
"You are such a clown, how dare you collide with Youjun's Dajia!"
Chu Yuan's expression condensed.
Where did this kid come up with such tricks?
The eight-sided ancient sword in his hand emerged again, the dry snow sword energy rolled back like a waterfall, and the sword spirit was melted into the sword energy.
The master of Yuyang Mountain drives the sword energy to the end!
There was only a muffled sound and a low growl in response to him.
"You are a grass bandit, and you still won't bow before Lord You!"
The double-faced ghost will wave his large shield to block all the sword energy.
His legs were hooked into the tomb, and the yin energy seeped into the ghost general's body.
"The gods and ghosts are controlled by the gods, what a powerful Xuanmen method."
Song Qi looked at a ghost general. He was an expert at raising ghosts, so he could naturally see how extraordinary this ghost general was.
On the armor leaves, there are dense talismans. It doesn't look like the path of Shangqing, but it also coincides with Dao Yun.
The evil spirit condenses, the body of the law is perfect, and it can connect with the earth's energy.
Among ghosts, there is still a seventh-level cultivation level, and it is even vaguely superior. It can be said that it is between him and the brother surnamed Chu.
The most rare thing is this spiritual wisdom.
On the surface, chanting holy praises is useless, but from a physical point of view, it means that the controller has complete control over the ghost general.
This is the hardest part.
The seven-headed ghosts he raised in the Human Skin Lantern Li are certainly capable of killing, but as soon as they are released, the first thing they want is his own life.
How could there be such a heroic figure like this ghost general who would risk his own life to protect the Lord?
Song Qi took a breath and looked at the young man in white next to him.
Where did Liu Yidao come from?
The Buddhist disciple of Xitian, or the Taoist seed of Xuanmen?
The sword energy is flowing vertically and horizontally, and the ghost generals are roaring.
Chu Yuan gradually felt despair in his heart.
He had exhausted all means, but the ghost general on the other side was full of energy, and his Yin Qi became more and more solid.
"Why don't you repent of your sins in this life before bowing down to Lord You?"
The ghost general roared, and Chu Yuan was in a state of confusion.
Think of a way out.
He looked left and right, looking for a way out.
Kill Lin Jiugong first, then exit the tomb and cut off the tomb passage with sword energy.
I was calculating in my mind, but my eyes caught something wrong.
The body of Yuan Caiyi seemed to have moved.
No, the whole world is moving.
The sky, the earth, the tombs, the ghosts and generals, my eyes, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys, and the joints all over my body are all moving.
Blood pours from the heart and lungs into the brain, and blood overflows from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
A petite, round fist pressed on Chu Yuan's back.
The swordsman from Yuyang Mountain flew out and hit the ghost general's shield, shattering all his bones.
"Oh, I came a little late. Husband, you are in such a sorry state."
A girl with a boy bun and a puffy face looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She retracted her fists with a smile, and her bright eyes looked like a pair of crescent moons.
A question arose in Suche's mind.
Who are you, girl?
