I saw Wu Changqing's foot stepping lightly, with his foothold as the center of the circle.
The surrounding ground began to stir up waves outward like waves on a river.
Those warriors who were like crazy demons were all driven forward by Wu Changqing's kick, making them unsteady. They were crowded together like a crowd.
The huge Huishan has experienced a mighty wave.
But the amazing thing is that neither the hard rocky land nor all the buildings in the mountain were affected in any way.
It was as if the scene just now was just an illusion.
"That's right. It's actually possible to move to the ghost realm. No wonder the old sect leader asked us to each bring a magic weapon of luck before descending to earth."
The miraculous white bird on the immortal's shoulder speaks out human words in wonder.
As Bai Que spoke, the young immortal, who was more like a slave, slowly took out a white paper fan from his sleeve.
The folded white paper fan looks like a beautiful piece of porcelain.
If it were placed in the human world, it would definitely sell for a high price.
But the possessions of immortals, especially money in the world, can be compared.
Wu Changqing felt the massive luck blessing contained in that white paper fan.
There is a vague feeling of irritability in my heart.
While the group of soldiers who had been brainwashed by the immortals and went completely crazy were unable to move.
Wu Changqing directly reached out and grabbed the young immortal.
"This is an important weapon of our sect, and I can't give it to you."
"But if you want it, the things inside will be given to you."
The young immortal smiled warmly, and as he spoke, his figure seemed to blur in the void for a moment.
Narrowly avoiding Wu Changqing's grasp in the air.
Then the white paper fan was unfolded in the hands of the immortal.
He slapped Wu Changqing lightly.
There was no wind or waves, but Wu Changqing directly blocked his chest with his hands alternately, and the awe-inspiring aura around him suddenly exploded.
It's like a volcano erupting that has been suppressed for a long time.
The terrifying momentum and the surrounding air caused ripples, and the temperature in the venue suddenly rose.
Faced with the immortal weapon mentioned by the immortal, Wu Changqing did not dare to be careless at all.
It should be noted that once Tantai calmly used the sect's artifact called Shuiyue Tianjing, but it directly sent Wu Changqing to the heaven.
If the luck magic weapon is in this person's hand, it has an effect comparable to this.
Wu Changqing went to heaven again, but he was really not so lucky to be protected by others.
After the fan-wielding immortal fanned the fan, Bai Que softly spat out the word "San" in his mouth.
Wu Changqing was horrified to find that his surging momentum showed signs of being calmed down by this word.
Not only that.
Wu Changqing seemed to know the true use of the so-called luck magic weapon!
Controlling a person's luck!
The word "disperse" not only calmed down his momentum, but also eliminated some of the majestic luck he carried.
It should be noted that luck is an important thing that determines a person's future destiny in this world.
The loss of luck also represents the weakening of the warrior's foundation for enlightenment and the lowering of the upper limit of growth.
Realizing that these immortals were indeed coming with bad intentions, they were prepared for the unexpected.
Wu Changqing made a decisive decision without any further hesitation. He directly pointed the sword with his hand, and the sword intention of the fairy sword circulated in the world.
A sword traveled across a thousand feet, and the sword light touched the top of the immortal!
Wu Changqing's sword is too powerful and domineering, it is the ultimate sword.
So among the three mortal immortals, only the middle-aged sword immortal standing with his sword behind his back reacted, but he was too late to stop him.
Then he saw a dazzling sword light between the sky and the earth, traveling thousands of miles away.
You can only vaguely see the white light gradually dissipating above the horizon.
The young immortal who had always had a warm smile before could no longer show any smile.
Because his head has completely disappeared from his neck...
"What!"
The eyes of the middle-aged swordsman suddenly widened. The peach wood sword in his hand had been subconsciously raised in front of him at some point, and he took a defensive posture.
It all happened too fast, too suddenly.
So much so that when he came back to his senses, one of the three mortal immortals had already had his head cut off.
This kind of sword intent.
Even he has never seen it in the upper world.
"What's going on! Qiao Han..."
The old immortal, who always showed no color and had a rigid face, realized it later.
He looked at the young man who had never been in his eyes with the same surprised look.
"No! Mr. Xu, be careful!"
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes suddenly burst into tears and he was about to draw his sword.
But when the sword was pointed at Wu Changqing.
There is still a fist-sized hole in the chest of the old immortal.
There was no blood flowing inside the cave entrance, only a vast expanse of white. You could already see the transparency from the front to the back.
"I see, has the sword intention surpassed the level of swordsmanship?"
The old swordsman reached out and touched his chest. He felt empty and a little uncomfortable.
However, there was no panic at all, and there was no sign that he should gradually dissipate into the world after being fatally injured.
"Mr. Xu, are you okay?"
The middle-aged swordsman seemed to be very concerned about the old immortal named Mr. Xu.
If it weren't for Wu Changqing's scruples, he would have broken through their suppression in one fell swoop.
He had already arrived to check on the old man's injuries.
"What could possibly happen? It's just a penetrating injury, and it's just a loss of luck."
"Can't die."
The old immortal waved his hand casually and said with an indifferent expression.
Then he looked solemnly at Wu Changqing, who was looking at him curiously.
The old immortal with a stereotyped face actually grinned in an extremely unconventional manner, with a bright smile.
"How about the Immortal's impeccable body? Are you envious of it?"
Hidden under that unsmiling exterior is a cynical soul like an old naughty boy.
The old immortal even showed off to Wu Changqing with a showy expression.
But he is also a person who must retaliate against others.
Wu Changqing penetrated his chest with a sword.
He wanted Wu Changqing to cut his body into pieces and die!
The moment he finished speaking, the white porcelain pagoda in the old immortal's hand suddenly started spinning.
Then, like a magical scene in a fairy tale, it happened in front of everyone.
The pagoda quickly grew in size, and from the bottom of the pagoda, a void that did not belong to this world slashed.
Without any warning, it erupted in Wu Changqing's waist.
Wu Changqing didn't even feel any threat. He felt as if his upper body had lost contact with his lower body.
The torso fell uncontrollably to the ground.
Wu Changqing responded promptly.
The strong wind blew up from his sleeves, pushing his torso backward and floating in the air.
And his lower body, which had been cut off at the waist, was indeed not taken care of by Wu Changqing.
He instantly collapsed to the ground.
"What's the matter, boy? What's a slash? This is a slash!"
The old immortal's eyes were shining brightly, even though he casually cut his opponent in half.
But he still had that arrogant and showy look.
"I can only say, average."
Wu Changqing's expression remained calm.
