Middle-earth, southwest coast.
Dao Chi Mo Wen's long gray hair was scattered around his shoulders, and a large patch of scarlet overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The woman with a cold expression but a strong fist had already punched nine times, and each punch accurately hit the blade of the ghost sword.
At the same time, the majestic power was also transmitted along the blade to Dao Chi Mowen, causing him to retreat again and again.
Every time he took a step back, a huge pit appeared at his feet. After nine punches, nine large pits were left on the beach.
Ling Jianzi looked at his great-uncle with a dull expression, his mouth opened in a circle, and he said shockingly to the weak old man next to him: "My great-uncle, are you fierce?"
Yu Fuzi twitched the corners of his lips, looked at the woman standing quietly in the distance, and sighed: "The only woman in Linghuang, the True Immortal, didn't expect to be a Taoist martial artist. So fierce! So fierce!"
Ling Jianzi held his head high and proudly said, "Old man, my uncle took action and your life was saved."
Yu Fuzi smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe."
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Although Dao Chi Mo Wen was in a panic at the moment, his face was still expressionless, and his pair of terrifying eyes that lacked green light stared at the woman in front of him.
Ever since Master Sha attained enlightenment, except for that time when he deliberately lost to his junior sister, no one has ever been able to force himself into such a situation, whether it was a major cultivator of the upper three realms among the three religions, or a powerful casual cultivator of the side sect.
"You are strong."
The man holding the knife stood up straight, exuding a dark aura all over his body. The aura almost turned into substance, constantly entangled, scattered and gathered, spinning around Dao Chi Mo Wen's burly body.
Dao Chi Mo Wenhan said in a cold voice: "Even if you are a true Taoist immortal, even if your physical body is incomparable, so what, I will kill my master and my relatives, there is nothing in this world that I cannot kill."
As the black air continued to entangle and spread, the deep ghost knife was now covered with frost, and the surrounding air reached freezing point almost instantly.
Dao Chi glanced at the woman who was still looking calm and slashed forward suddenly.
boom!
The spiritual energy within a thousand-mile radius instantly stirred, and the originally clean spiritual energy began to turn as dark as ink, continuously converging towards the center of the ghost sword. The sword energy boiled and boiled, revealing a huge ghost face.
There is a pair of haunting ghost eyes in the center of the huge ghost face. The moment ordinary people look at it, they will lose their soul and become trapped in it.
As the grimace gradually grew bigger, Yu Fuzi, who was half-lying on the ground, saw this, his pupils narrowed, and he suddenly shouted: "Boy, don't look at its eyes, that's Qianchuan's secret technique."
Ling Jianzi subconsciously looked at the ghost eyes as soon as the ghost face appeared. At this moment, he felt that he was falling into the abyss, and everything around him disappeared in an instant, leaving only endless darkness.
"It's over..." Yu Fuzi was annoyed when she saw the little guy's absent-minded look.
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"snort!"
The cold woman who faced the sword strike from Dao Chi Mowen didn't care at all. She just raised her right fist again and continued to hit the ghost sword.
There was another roar that shook the earth and the mountains.
The powerful aura of ghost energy and sword energy collided with the fist. Different from the previous dull aura, the power of this punch instantly shattered the surrounding sand, gravel, and broken houses into pieces.
Countless smoke and dust covered the entire beach in the blink of an eye, and the terrifying air waves then rolled and spread in all directions along the center of the giant ghost face.
Everything along the way turns into nothingness.
Only Ling Jianzi and Yu Fuzi were safe and sound, and they still maintained a strange silence.
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boom!
A crisp sound of metal shattering broke the dead silence around him.
As the smoke dispersed, the true appearance of the punch was revealed.
The knife maniac still maintained the posture of holding the knife,
The sword that made Dao Chi Mowen kill his master and rebel against his sect was completely shattered at this moment, and the broken blade fell to the ground piece by piece.
Lou Lianzhao looked calm, but with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said: "I said I would break this knife, but as for you..."
From the beginning to the end, the enemy the Loulian attracts is this sword, which is almost the best in the world. This ghost sword has killed countless people and is imbued with Jiuyou's ghost energy.
As for the man holding the knife, in Lou Lianzhao's view, he was nothing more than an ant.
Even if this person's sword technique has entered the realm of transformation, he is almost as good as a major practitioner of the upper three realms of Ning San Sect, and is the best among countless sword practitioners in the world.
It was just a larger ant.
Lou Lianzhao punched the burly man standing dazed in the distance. To put it lightly, it was a huge distance away from the previous attack on the ghost sword.
In the huge pit, Mo Wen, a swordsman, had countless possibilities in his mind, as to why this seemingly weak woman shattered the sword in her hand that had been cultivated in the land of Qianchuan for decades with just nine punches.
Is this the power of the powerful in the fairyland?
A Nine Nether Ghost Sword that is almost comparable to an innate spiritual treasure. It is an extremely hard sword that can be broken into pieces with fists.
"No way! It's all fake!"
Dao Chi Mowen started to shed two lines of blood and tears around his eye sockets without eyeballs, which were emitting green light. The previous fist that destroyed the ghost sword not only shattered the blade, but also broke his heart.
But relying on his strong vitality, Dao Chi is still not dead at this moment.
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Yu Fuzi in the distance looked blankly at the unrivaled woman, feeling for the first time that her own cultivation was so weak.
He even felt that he couldn't even resist the woman's punch.
Is this the power of fairyland practitioners? Practitioners in the world all aim to enter the upper three realms, and countless people spend their entire lives just hoping to enter the three realms.
As for the higher levels of Taoist Immortal Realm, Confucian Saints, Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and Sword Cultivation Realm, they are all within reach.
The old man has traveled all over the world since he began to practice. From being a practitioner in the first realm of Fu Dao to the current major cultivator in the third realm, he has seen countless practitioners, but this is the first time he has seen a strong person in the fairyland.
The strong man in fairyland.
So terrifying.
With an expression of disbelief, Yu Fuzi said respectfully to the woman in the distance: "Palace Master, this kid has been hit by Qianchuan's secret technique. Is there a way to wake him up?"
Previously, Ling Jianzi had a curious temperament and glanced at the Qianchuan Secret Technique performed by Dao Chi Mo Wen, and then his mind was taken away and he lost consciousness. This secret technique was passed down from generation to generation in the land of Qianchuan. The old man only heard about it and did not know it. I have seen it before, so I don’t know how to solve the boy’s dilemma.
So after being shocked by the woman's cultivation, she started to worry about this little guy.
That day, I got the information sent from the land of Qianchuan. In order not to expose myself in advance, I used this little guy's hand to hand over Daozong's secret chess list to him. The two of them were destined to be together.
Lou Lianzhao walked up to Ling Jianzi, frowned, and then pointed at his forehead, and a dark green light seeped into it.
After a few breaths, a black mist began to slowly float out from Ling Jianzi's head. The smoke scattered on the ground and fell on the grass. The originally vibrant flowers and plants withered instantly, and then turned into a pile of black ashes.
Yu Fuzi beside him frowned. He didn't expect that Qianchuan's secret technique was so powerful. Just a trace of ghostly energy could swallow up life.
This kid's physique is also strong, but he just lost his mind after being exposed to such a vicious secret technique.
As the green light became stronger and stronger, the blackness in the young man's face began to gradually fade away, but his eyes were still closed.
Seeing this, Yu Fuzi asked in confusion: "Lord Hall Master, why doesn't this kid wake up?"
Lou Lianzhao looked calm and said calmly: "I don't know."
Yu Fuzi almost choked on the woman's words. Her previous method of killing Dao Chi Mo Wen was too strong and domineering, which made Yu Fuzi see the terror of the great practitioners in the fairyland.
But now facing a Qianchuan's secret technique, this woman who is already the top in the world really
Xian actually didn't know how to explain it, and the contrast made Yu Fuzi almost uneasy.
Lou Lanzhao glanced at the jade talisman and said calmly: "Practitioners like me have always pursued the unknown in the world. Even my senior brother may not know everything."
Yu Fuzi nodded, without any embarrassment in his expression, nor did he feel ugly because of the other party's words. He heard the Tao in order, and his cultivation was not based on his age.
Yu Fuzi asked again: "What should I do with this kid?"
Lou Lianzhao said calmly: "I'll take it back and let the people in Yuan Temple figure it out on their own."
After saying that, without stopping, he picked up Lingjianzi's clothes and disappeared from the spot.
Yu Fuzi looked at the two people's retreating figures with unpredictable expressions.
Ling Jianzi had placed a telepathic talisman in Ling Jianzi's mind before, hoping that someone from the Dao Sect would come to help him. He had thought of today's events as early as when he was bewitched by Li Qinglian and determined the land of Qianchuan.
For more than thirty years in Qianchuan, the most secretive and terrifying place in the spiritual wasteland, Yu Fuzi still knew very little about this sect whose inheritance was the way of killing. She even didn’t know where the Qianchuan where the sect was located was.
The only thing I know is that people in the land of Qianchuan will never give up until they achieve their goals.
Or rather it is.
Till death.
Yu Fuzi endured the pain and took a pill, recovering a little from his injuries. He glanced at the abandoned disciple Mo Wen of Broken Edge Mountain who had been dead for a long time in the distance, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
In the land of Qianchuan, even such a great practitioner who has reached the realm of swordsmanship can win over. Perhaps one of the six cao who attracted this person also worked hard as before.
It's a pity that Dao Chi Mowen didn't wait for Qianchuanzhi to integrate into it. What he waited for was indeed a casual punch from a great practitioner who had reached the pinnacle of the world.
One punch kills.
There is no longer any hope of eternal life.
Yu Fuzi shook his head, retracting the ripples in his heart, holding a yellow talisman with his fingers, and then the entire aura of heaven and earth began to change.
Shapeshifting charm.
These days, I have been relying on this kind of talisman that can move thousands of miles in an instant to escape the pursuit of Qianchuan Land, but now there is only one left.
As the spiritual energy gradually changed, Yu Fuzi's figure began to gradually fade, and in a village thousands of miles away, a thin figure began to turn from virtual to solid.
The corners of Yu Fuzi's mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was relaxed. Maybe his life was really saved this time.
But after a while.
Yu Fuzi's expression froze, and she looked at the sky in disbelief, murmuring: "After all, I still couldn't escape."
