Liang Quishui stabbed at Ji Liao with a silver dagger in his hand. His movements were strange. From the looks of it, the posture didn't look like immortal magic, but more like Kung Fu passed down in the mortal world.
Liang Qushui came closer in the blink of an eye. Ji Liao didn't have time to think too much. His spiritual power was trapped in his body. He turned around and spread to one side. He subconsciously stretched out a finger to hit Liang Qushui, thinking He used his physical strength to attack Liang Qushui.
A strange scene appeared, and Ji Liao's extended hand was extremely slow. In the eyes of a person of his level, it was like a turtle crawling.
At this moment, Ji Liao realized it. At this time, he felt that his body was extremely weak, and his physical strength was actually suppressed by the restrictions in this ancient building.
Liang Qushui was well prepared. He turned around and raised his dagger in his hand.
Bah...
Blood splattered.
The silver dagger was seen swiping across Ji Liao's extended hand, leaving a gash deep enough to show the bone.
Blood gushed out, followed by a heart-piercing sting.
Ji Liao stabilized his figure and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
He jumped back two steps and took a closer look, only to see that the hole opened by the silver dagger was now flesh and blood, and large areas of bright red blood were gushing out from it, making it look particularly ferocious.
More importantly, even if Ji Liao did not have an immortal Taoist body, such a small injury would heal itself in the blink of an eye in the God Refining Realm. But now this bone-deep wound not only did not heal on its own, but instead Following Ji Liao's series of actions just now, another part was torn apart.
"Huh?" Ji Liao let out a light sigh and touched the storage bag a little. When he took his hand back, the storage bag showed no reaction at all.
"Even the storage bag has been suppressed." Ji Liao muttered.
Only now did Ji Liao understand that as long as the restriction in this ancient building was activated, under the suppression of this restriction, everything in it would lose its spirituality and turn immortal into mortal.
Liang Qushui, who was blocking the door, looked at Ji Liao's series of actions and couldn't help but sneered, "Huh, I didn't realize it was too late until now."
Liang Qushui had been here before and had been suppressed by this restriction. He already knew the effectiveness of this restriction.
The gap between him and Ji Liao was too big. It was impossible to kill Ji Liao with his strength. Therefore, Liang Qushui had to find some unscrupulous means.
He thought about it for a long time, and then he remembered the strange restrictions placed in the ancient building in the tomb. Under this restriction, everything would lose its spirituality and turn into mortal objects. This is true for spiritual weapons, and so is it for their immortal cultivators.
Only here, when Liang Qushui and Ji Liao are on the same level again, can Liang Qushui have a chance of winning.
With a plan in mind, Liang Qushui first went to Jiang Guying to settle the matter of visiting the secret realm during the few years after Ji Liao left. Then he hid his identity and went to the mortal world, where he practiced mortal kung fu for several years. , in order to kill Ji Liao today.
Immortal cultivators disdain everything in the mortal world, and mortal kung fu is even more incomprehensible to them. Ji Liao has advanced so quickly and has not been a Taoist for a long time, so Liang Qushui bets that Ji Liao knows nothing about mortal kung fu.
Liang Qushui learned about Ji Liao's resurrection technique during the battle with Hua Yun, but everything here was suppressed. If he was killed, he was really dead, and there was no chance of survival.
Therefore, when Liang Qushui saw the dilapidated state of the ancient building, he felt nervous, fearing that the restrictions within it would be destroyed and the years of planning he had planned would come to naught.
However, when he stepped into this ancient building, he immediately felt that although the ancient building was broken, the restriction was still there, so he blocked the door with only half of the door remaining to prevent Ji Liao from escaping.
Ji Liao came back to his senses when he heard Liang Qushui's sneer.
His eyes sparkled, and he was surprised but not panicked when he learned that he had been suppressed and turned into a mortal.
Looking at Liang Qushui, who was holding a silver dagger and looking like he had a chance to win, Ji Liao raised the corner of his mouth and smiled casually, "It turns out that the place where you want to fight to the death is actually here."
"Hmph, I am not as good as you in cultivation, but I have taken advantage of the prophet. You have no chance of survival this time. Junior, you are too conceited." Liang Qushui snorted coldly when he heard this.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
The level of kung fu in the mortal world is like the realm of a monk, which can influence a person's life or death.
Liang Qushui believed that he had practiced Kung Fu like a mortal for several years, and it was not easy to kill Ji Liao who was powerless.
What Liang Qushui didn't know was that although Ji Liao had not been a Taoist for a long time and had been practicing Taoism hard, he had inadvertently experienced nine reincarnations. During those nine lives, Ji Liao experienced nine... This different life has changed nine different identities. Among them are traders and pawns, kings and dignitaries, Li Yaozu who leads millions of soldiers, and Guan Changhong, who has rested the Nine Swords of Tiancang. In terms of kung fu, Ji Liao dares to be ranked second, but no one in the world dares to be ranked first.
When Zhongdao Mountain was opened and he passed the first level, his kung fu was of great use. Ji Liao thought he would never use this kind of thing again in his life, but he never expected that he would have to go back to his old business and relive his old dream today. .
"It's good to be conceited. There's nothing wrong with being conceited." Ji Liao replied with a smile on his face with a relaxed look on his face.
"Today I will let you understand that if you are too conceited, you will pay the price with your life."
After Liang Qushui finished speaking, his feet touched the ground, and his old body immediately rose up from the ground, rolled in the air, and with a flash of silver light, the dagger in his hand came out, and when it fell, he took Ji Liao's head.
It has to be said that Liang Qushui's movement is really beautiful. He moves like a rabbit and shows his ferocity, like a leopard rushing towards food. But in the eyes of martial arts masters like Ji Liao, he has no intention of showing off.
But he saw that Ji Liao was also like a beam draining away from water. When his feet touched the ground, his body seemed to be pulled backwards, and he fell back more than ten feet in an instant.
Before he could stand upright, he saw Ji Liao's feet move again, with a tap of his toes, he avoided Liang Qushui's blow, and quickly landed on the ground again.
Liang Qushui was shocked when he saw Ji Liao's action. He didn't expect Ji Liao to have such a skill.
He was not slow to react. He turned around like a tornado and transformed into the form of a wild dragon. The long sword in his hand immediately danced with a sword flower and stabbed towards Ji Liao.
When Ji Liao moved again, he heard several rapid footsteps. Ji Liao connected his feet, as if moving, and spread half an inch to one side as fast as the wind. He clenched a fist and ran straight to the side. Liang Qushui left in front of him.
"Bang..."
There was a sound of a heavy fist entering the flesh, followed immediately by a scream.
"ah..."
However, he saw that the side of Liang Qushui's face was hit hard by Ji Liao's punch, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
The two of them had only fought with lightning and flint just now. Their movements were extremely fast. Liang Qushui used fierce moves to hit Ji Liao's vital points, but Ji Liao moved faster than Liang Qushui. He was as nimble as a loach and swift. There was no trace of sloppiness in the move.
With a pop, Liang Qushui fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stood up again like a carp.
The corners of his eyes twitched. Due to the heavy punch from Ji Liao, the side of his face was distorted and red and swollen like a big steamed bun.
The two looked at each other in silence.
The next moment, the sound of tapping footsteps was heard one after another. Liang Qushui's body changed suddenly, and he waved the long sword in his hand, leaving sword shadows in the void. Looking at the posture, it seemed that the swordsmanship in the world had already improved. There is quite a bit of heat.
Seeing the situation, Ji Liao put his two fingers together and formed a sword. A milky white sword of energy shot out from between his two fingers. The sword energy was released, and it turned out that he had reached the state of transformation of mortal kung fu.
Seeing Liang Qu and the water rushing towards him, Ji Liao raised his hand and pointed.
Clang...
Hearing a sharp cry, Ji Liao's fingertips immediately touched the tip of Liang Qushui's sword. Their robes stirred up, and a burst of energy spread immediately.
"This...how is this possible? The sword energy has been released and has reached the realm of transformation." Liang Qushui exclaimed in disbelief when he saw this.
Ji Liao raised his lips when he heard this, and his words were full of disdain for Liang Qushui, "Liang Qushui, Liang Qushui, you only know that being conceited will cost you your life, but you don't know that being smart will lead to the same fate."
After saying that, Ji Liao moved his fingertips slightly and flicked his fingers.
Liang Qushui felt a strong force coming from him, and the long sword in his hand immediately became unstable and flew away. The sword screamed and whistled as it flew, and it penetrated the four walls of the ancient building with a bang.
There was a loud roar, and Ji Liao exerted force on his knees, his body suddenly rose up from the ground, he suddenly moved forward, and kicked out his legs one after another.
"Bang bang bang bang bang."
Hearing a muffled sound, Ji Liao's legs were like two steel whips, kicking Liang Qu Shui's chest. At the last moment, Ji Liao's body twisted in the air, and his long legs swept away, like a tiger coming out of its hole. , once again kicked Liang Qushui away.
Ji Liao landed lightly on the ground, while Liang Qushui rolled to the side.
"You...how is this possible..." Liang Qushui's mouth was bleeding, and his heart was sinking. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him.
Ji Liao looked at Liang Qushui with a smile behind his hands, "How is it? Is this junior's kung fu good enough?"
Liang Qushui's body trembled and he hurriedly moved back. The arrogance he had before was gone, and he was full of fear.
"Don't...don't come here, I am a junior, I am a junior, you are a senior, you are my grandfather..." Liang Qushui kept shouting.
Ji Liao, however, ignored him completely. He rubbed his fists and walked towards Liang Qushui with a sneer, "Hey, hey, I haven't used my fists for a long time. I just want to give you a try today."
After arriving and standing next to Liang Qushui, Ji Liao leaned over and looked at Liang Qushui.
There was a smile on his face, but in Liang Qushui's eyes, this smile was extremely evil.
"Senior, please spare this junior's life." Liang Qu moved his swollen face and still begged.
"It's okay to spare you." Ji Liao leaned over and looked at Liang Qushui and said.
Liang Qushui's eyes lit up, "Really?"
"Let's see if you can survive a few punches from me."
Having said that, Ji Liao punched Liang Qushui before he could react.
"Bang..."
"Ouch..."
