The Yiye boat was gone, and it fell down the dead river and hit the mud at the bottom of the river. Lin Zhao had already used the flying sword Hongye to hide aside. The battle between the twelve realms
, it is not something he can interfere with.
The female sword fairy is hovering in the wind, wearing a long blue dress that is flying. She is not very good-looking, but her temperament is very good, and her eyes are very charming. Her upper-middle appearance does not affect her beauty, and she is very handsome.
Bian Sword Intent, holding a sword in his hand, his eyes indifferent, and the aura of giving up to others is not something that a mortal woman can have.
Lingyan Sword Sect Xie Yiying...
Lin Zhao frowned. He had not done much homework on the sects on Furong Prefecture Mountain before and knew very little about the Lingyan Sword Sect, but with a twelve-level swordsman, the Lingyan Sword Sect must be good.
In the strong wind, Long Dongjun clasped his hands behind his back and walked proudly against the wind, wearing a gray short shirt. He looked at Xie Yiying with his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he gathered his voice and said to Lin Zhao: "Ling Yan
The Sword Sect is the number one sword sect in Furong Prefecture. In this Furong Prefecture, headed by our Tiefu Mountain, there are many boxing sects. Therefore, the Lingyan Sword Sect is quite weak on the mountain and can only guard the Wangxin Lake as a prison. This is why
Xie Yiying, the head of the Lingyan Sword Sect, has repeatedly asked me about the reason for the sword."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Is there such a big conflict between the Sword Sect and Boxing Sect in Furong Prefecture?"
"Um."
Long Dongjun said: "Because martial arts is prevalent in Furong Prefecture in the south, and the previous old sect leader, my master, was quite ambitious and wanted to unify the mountain power of the entire Furong Prefecture, so it caused the spiritual cultivators in Furong Prefecture to
The fierce resistance of the sects. Over the years, the Lingyan Sword Sect of Wangxin Lake, the Sword Immortal Xie Yiying, has always taken it as his mission to "lead the mountains and never bow his head", leading a group of mountain sects and iron sects who have attached themselves to the Lingyan Sword Sect.
Fushan fights against each other."
"That's it..."
Lin Zhao was annoyed and said with a smile: "Sect Master Long, please forgive Lin Zhao for being rude, you Tiefu Mountain may not be reasonable."
"That's not..."
Long Dongjun said with a smile: "Sometimes I feel that Master is too arrogant and unreasonable, but as a disciple, I can't really be disobedient, so towards Lingyan Sword Sect, I try to be merciful when I can.
Try not to do anything when you do it, otherwise, do you think I, a martial artist in the Rebirth Realm, will be afraid of her, a sword cultivator in the Twelfth Realm?"
In fact, the target of a martial artist in the Rebirth Realm is a sword cultivator in the Thirteenth Realm!
Otherwise, the old coach Chen Wanli would not be qualified to merge with Lu Xing to kill demons shoulder to shoulder.
However, it is not ruled out that some evil Twelve Realm sword cultivators can compete with the Rebirth Realm warriors. For example, Lin Wanhua back then and Su Qingjiu now are among the ten who are qualified to fight against the Rebirth Realm warriors.
Second Realm Sword Cultivation.
"In this battle, you won't be deadly, right?"
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "After all, it is an internal matter within Furong Prefecture. I am an outsider, so it is not good to say too much."
Long Dongjun smiled and said: "At least I won't make a killing move, but that may not be the case for Xie Yiying. This woman has a strong temper and is easy to take the wrong direction. If she is determined to trade her life with me, maybe I can't even think of a killing move.
, after all, if you don’t make a killing blow, you may be the one who dies. As the leader of Lingyan Sword Sect, Xie Yiying has a profound foundation in swordsmanship and is still very strong."
"What good does changing her life do to her?"
"The grudge between Lingyan Sword Sect and Tiefu Mountain is too deep. Xie Yiying's master...actually died in a battle with my master. It can be said that there is a feud between the two parties. Secondly, if we can really change our lives,
If it succeeds, Tiefu Mountain will no longer have rebirth realm warriors, but the Lingyan Sword Sect will still have many eleventh realm sword cultivators.
A sect has become the master of the mountains in Furong Prefecture."
"Oh, I see."
Lin Zhao nodded: "I'll stay away, you be careful."
"good!"
…
Above the river, Xie Yiying looked at Long Dongjun with a pair of beautiful eyes, but it was obvious that the other person's attention was not on her, so Xie Yiying also looked at the sword cultivator in white who was holding an immortal sword in the distance, and suddenly frowned, so young.
He is in the Golden Core Realm, and has a good aura all over his body. This young swordsman came with Long Dongjun. Who is he?
She frowned and didn't think too much. She killed Long Dongjun and asked again! Maybe, there was no need to ask. If she could exchange lives with Long Dongjun today, that would be the best ending.
Xie Yiying was wearing a long blue dress and looked at the rebirth warrior with her beautiful eyes. She slowly raised her hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword. As she slowly drew the sword, everything in the world seemed to have stopped. The next moment
, the sword blade moved out of its sheath, and the entire Qingfu River seemed to be boiling. Following Xie Yiying's sword intent, the sword light passed by, carrying the endless river water, like a giant blue dragon swallowing it into the air.
The warrior in it.
"..."
Long Dongjun's expression was solemn. Xie Yiying's attack was so ruthless and left no room at all. It was obvious that she was very murderous. There is nothing to say about this. It's no wonder that someone let his master kill someone else's master. Now the grudges have been passed on to the next generation.
, Xie Yiying naturally wanted to kill herself.
He frowned slightly, his fist intention surged up, and his whole body was suddenly enveloped in the fist. The river water under his feet continued to rise, turning into majestic water columns controlled by his fist intention. Although he did not punch, his fist intention was stirred up.
The atmosphere directly hit Xie Yiying's sword, and the sword energy in the sky suddenly collided with the fist, and the entire Qingfu River was agitated.
Lin Zhao looked at it from afar, frowning.
This kind of scene is too rare. A rebirth-level warrior versus a sword cultivator in the transformation-god realm. Most people would never have the opportunity to see it. But he actually couldn't see why. The realm was too low. At most, it could only be a spectacle.
As for things like observing the sword's intention and understanding the true meaning of boxing, it has nothing to do with him.
In the blink of an eye, Xie Yiying fired more than ten swords in a row. The sword light was extremely fierce and even cut out more tributaries of the Qingfu River. Fortunately, the surrounding area was open and fertile, far away from villages and cities. Otherwise, many people would have been affected.
However, Long Dongjun always maintained a superior attitude. After Xie Yiying swung more than ten swords, he only used eight punches to defeat them all.
"Thank you Jianxian."
Long Dongjun frowned and said: "I, Tie Fushan, can take a step back, and I also ask Xie Jianxian not to hold on to him any longer. In fact, it is not necessary at all."
"Take a step back?"
Xie Yiying struck out with her sword, her eyes filled with murderous intent: "Can Tiefushan take a step back to bring my master back to life?"
"..."
Long Dongjun sighed in his heart, this was always a dead end. He punched down in the air, causing Xie Yiying to land on top of the river with her sword. A concave sphere surged behind her, and the river water splashed everywhere. He raised his eyebrows slightly:
"What do you want?"
"how?"
Xie Yiying smiled and said: "I want to ask Jian Tiefushan, I want Jian to open the Tiefushan Ancestral Hall, I want to ask Jian the ancestor of your back mountain, I want to chop off his head with a sword and avenge my master!"
Long Dongjun's eyes turned cold: "Do you think I will agree to these?"
"Then what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Xie Yiying gritted her teeth, and countless sword lights flew out of the Lingxu. In an instant, she controlled hundreds of flying swords, including three natal flying swords. For a time, countless flying swords were densely distributed between the sky and the earth, attacking from all directions.
The terrifying thing about sword cultivators in the upper five realms is Long Dongjun in the air. There are too many flying swords, which always makes it difficult for the opponent to guard against them!
Facing the messy flying swords all over the sky, Long Dongjun still showed an arrogant attitude, punching away the two natal flying swords, and kicking out at the same time, knocking Xie Yiying and her sword flying, spinning around and covering her whole body.
The fist fell from the sky and wrapped up a group of flying swords that were shot quickly. He immediately used a fist to wrap them up and hit Xie Yiying who was above the river.
Xie Yiying's body was trembling slightly, her arms, neck, and the tiger's mouth where she held the sword were all bursting with blood. Facing a tyrannical rebirth-level warrior, Xie Yiying's swordsmanship was still suppressed no matter how powerful she was.
Long Dongjun also felt uncomfortable. The opponent's messy flying sword attack was fierce and hard to guard against. He suffered more and more injuries, and even his calf was directly penetrated by a flying sword of his own life. But the tyranny of the rebirth realm martial artist lies in his physical strength.
He is so strong that his flesh and blood can be regenerated, so this injury does not matter to him. He will become braver as he fights. However, for Xie Yiying, the spiritual energy storage in her body is limited, and her offensive will only become weaker and weaker.
…
Lin Zhao saw it in his eyes and frowned. Looking at this posture, Xie Yiying would lose.
"Thank you Jianxian, it's almost done!"
Long Dongjun suddenly opened his hands, each grabbed one of the other's natal flying swords, frowned and said: "Why are we forcing each other so hard? What happened to the previous generation is the matter to the previous generation, why do you need to take me, Long Dongjun?"
Forced into a desperate situation? Do you really think I can't kill you?"
"You can try it."
Xie Yiying flipped her wrist, and wisps of water immediately gathered on the blade of the sword. In the blink of an eye, river sword energy peeled out of the river and went straight to Long Dongjun.
In fact, it was not without reason that Xie Yiying chose to intercept and kill Long Dongjun on the Qingfu River. Her third flying sword was close to the water and could exert its strongest power on the river. At the same time, it also had the ability to kill Long Dongjun.
possibility.
For a moment, the natal flying sword in Long Dongjun's right hand spun sharply, trying to break free from Long Dongjun's restraint, directly strangling his palm until it was a bloody mess. At the same time, Xie Yiying's third natal flying sword shot out quickly.
, with wisps of water transport, Long Dongjun's chest was instantly beaten to a bloody mess. The blade of the flying sword buzzed, directly touching the center of Long Dongjun's eyebrows, trying to penetrate the soul of the rebirth-level warrior.
!
"you wanna die!?"
Long Dongjun was furious and punched hard, breaking the bones of Xie Yiying's shoulder holding the sword and splattering blood. However, Xie Yiying's figure was like a swimming dragon. As she passed by, the water droplets from the river behind her turned into swords.
Guang, went straight to Long Dongjun. At the same time, Long Dongjun also became murderous. He raised his left fist and hit Xie Yiying straight on the back of the head!
…
Do you really want to change your life!?
Lin Zhao was stunned. At this moment, he almost did not hesitate to use the flying sword Haoran. On the tip of the sword, wisps of the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism appeared. With a "swish", a small Confucian world opened up and enveloped Xie Yiying.
At the same time, it also repels Long Dongjun's body. For a moment, Long Dongjun's punch failed, and the countless water drop sword energy that Xie Yiying sacrificed were all knocked out.
"ah?!"
In an instant, Xie Yiying's sword missed, and the moment her body slid, she looked back blankly at the tip of the sword, her heart trembled, and the scene of the encounter hundreds of years ago seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. At the end of Qingfeng, there was an elegant man.
The young scholar, carrying a bookcase on his back and holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looked down at the endless fireworks in the world and said with a smile: "It should be like this year after year, and the lights in thousands of houses will never go out."
That man had a gentleman's sword on his waist, and the tip of the sword was exactly the flying sword in front of him.
Xie Yiying was a little distracted. That scholar was the most exciting man she had ever seen in her life.
