"Okay, haha, okay. I fought against the evil sect outside, killed evil enemies, and took the elixir. I was not injured, but I was injured inside the Danling Sect. Haha, okay!"
Liu Xingwu laughed and said, but the laughter was very harsh in Zhuo Ran's ears. But many of the disciples who had always admired Liu Xingwu felt filled with righteous indignation. They were all people with low cultivation and not very talented.
If you are not outstanding, most of them have been favored by your senior brother. Now when you hear this, of course you will feel aggrieved!
"Zhuoran, you bastard, you actually hurt senior brother!"
"You deserve to die, just die!"
"Damn it, I want to vent my anger on Senior Brother!"
Although a few people could remain clear-headed, most people did curse loudly and did not take Zhuoran seriously.
Zhuo Ran's cold eyes swept over everyone one by one, with a sneer on his lips, he said sarcastically: "A bunch of ignorant people, have your brains been eaten by dogs? If your senior brother hadn't come to trouble me, would he have been hurt?
?If he hadn’t wanted to kill me, would he have been hurt? How stupid!”
"Zhuoran, you are so arrogant!"
"Do you think Danling Sect is really a place where you can thrive?"
"Kill him, kill him, senior brother, kill him!"
Hundreds of disciples shouted together, and the chaos made Zhuoran frown.
"Shut up!" Zhuo Ran shouted, and his fifth-level spiritual cultivation exploded with all his strength. His spiritual power rolled into a huge roar and directly suppressed the voices of the disciples. Under the threat, the disciples below the fourth level were all suppressed.
Choking and being pressured by spiritual power, he actually closed his mouth.
Many disciples with high levels of cultivation also had their breaths stagnated, their chests felt tight, and they stopped shouting for a moment. However, when they reacted, they became even more angry and jumped into the air one after another, trying to
Take it upon yourself to teach Zhuo Ran a lesson for humiliating them.
A rough count, no less than a hundred. Those who dare to fly, those who can fly, must be above the fifth level. There is no guarantee that outstanding people will not be at the seventh or eighth level. Such a lineup and strength can truly
It threatens Zhuoran's safety.
Liu Xingwu looked at all this coldly. Of course he was happy to see such a situation. He had been taught by his elders since he was a child to handle the relationship between brothers and sisters. It would be very useful for him to become a sect leader in the future. He can already see it now
He has come out. The small favors he has given over the years have bought many people. Among them are many people with outstanding talents. These will be his right-hand man when he becomes the sect master.
Zhuoran's expression was dull, and there was no luster in his black eyes. Because he believed that he should not pay too much attention to such an ignorant enemy-like person. He shook the spiritual sword in his hand, and if
He doesn't mind killing people if he can.
At this time, Jian Sanshi, who had been staying by Chu Yue's side, rushed over after hearing the news. He raised his iron sword and flew to Zhuo Ran's side. He shouted at the disciples of the Danling Sect around him: "Who dares to touch my brother?
He will surely fall under the sword of hatred!"
After not seeing each other for ten days, the fierce aura exuding from his body was actually stronger again, and it seemed that he was about to break through the sixth level and become the seventh level of spiritual cultivation.
Seeing this, Zhuoran felt a shiver in his heart. Only then did he know what the geniuses of the Eastern Continent were like. The first time he saw Jian Sanshi, he was a fourth-level spiritual cultivator. It had only been a while, less than a month, but he was already a
He is about to reach the seventh level of spiritual cultivation. Even Zhuo Ran, who controls the Yuanling Secret Code, cannot do much better at this cultivation speed.
However, when he noticed Liu Xingwu opposite, he felt relieved and said to himself: "This Eastern Continent is indeed extremely powerful!"
Jian Sanshi, he is different from Zhuoran. He is a disciple of the Sword Sect, specializing in swordsmanship, and his strength is not comparable to Zhuoran. His appearance directly calmed down most of the disciples floating in the air.
They are dedicated to practicing alchemy, but their own combat power is really limited. They are confident that they can defeat Zhuoran with their cultivation, but they are not confident to deal with Jian Sanshi.
Liu Xingwu said sternly: "Jian Sanshi, you'd better not interfere with the things here! In the past, I treated you as a friend. If you persist in your obsession today, I will treat you as an enemy in the future."
The iron sword in Jian Thirty's hand clanked, and the sound of the sword shot straight into the sky. This sword was his heart. Whatever he thought in his heart, the sword would show it. At this time, his heroic spirit was as high as the clouds, and the sword also
Just like a tough guy.
"Zhuoran is my brother. I say it again, whoever wants to touch my brother must get through me first!"
Liu Xing Martial Arts: "Okay, since you insist on waiting for me today, then I have no choice but to be rude to you."
After saying that, he flashed, rushed out, and rushed towards Jian Thirty.
Jian Thirty held the iron sword, and the dazzling silver-white sword light shone all over his body. It was his skill and his spiritual power. The iron sword slashed hard, and he moved forward without any fear. He actually wanted to compete with someone taller than him.
Liu Xingwu, who was on the third level, fought hard.
However, Zhuoran is not a person who likes to show affection behind other people's backs. How can he allow others, especially those who are good to him, to bear attacks for him? He stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on Jian Sanshi's shoulder. He spat out his spiritual power.
He actually pulled out the sword Thirty, and raised the blue sword in his right hand, and struck Liu Xingwu's sword hard.
He was also knocked away.
Jian Sanshi said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Zhuoran stopped and said: "Brother, you are not meant to block knives. I don't want you to block knives for me."
The sword was silent for thirty years, and the iron sword trembled slightly, but it gave off a faint wave of emotion.
Liu Xingwu snorted coldly, and his whole body glowed with strong spiritual power. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a black spear appeared with golden threads entwined on it, exuding a terrifying and sharp aura. This spear seemed to be a
This extremely ferocious thing actually made Zhuo Ran feel the rich smell of blood.
"Today, I will let you try my newly acquired high-level spiritual weapon, so that you can fully understand that the gap between you and me is as big as heaven and earth!"
As soon as the term "high-level spiritual weapon" appeared, everyone took a breath of cold air. Although there were many such treasures, it was impossible to obtain them through ordinary spiritual practice like them.
The levels of spiritual weapons are divided into low-level spiritual weapons, high-level spiritual weapons, general-level spiritual weapons, king-level spiritual weapons and emperor-level spiritual weapons.
Low-level spiritual weapons also require a lot of precious materials to be refined. Although such spiritual weapons are expensive, some people still sell them. High-level spiritual weapons are real treasures, especially weapons or exotic treasures with special abilities.
It is the best. Holding a high-level spiritual weapon and fighting at the same level, you can be completely invincible. Even those with extraordinary talents can fight across levels.
A high-level spiritual weapon can completely double the combat power of a spiritual practitioner!
Now, Liu Xingwu's cultivation level was higher than the two of them, and now he was holding such a ferocious spiritual weapon spear, which must have forced the two of them to a dead end.
The sword in Jian Sanshi's hand trembled slightly, and he said softly: "Our sword sect uses swords as spiritual weapons. The stronger we are, the stronger our swords are. The iron sword in my hand is a low-level spiritual weapon at best.
, simply cannot compete with it.”
Zhuoran frowned and looked at the black spear. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He immediately had the idea of robbing him. He said, "If I take the black gold spear away from him, can you deal with him?"
"With Jian's help, I can compete with him even if I fight to the death." Jian Sanshi said solemnly.
"Okay, no need to fight hard, just hold him down." After Zhuo Ran finished speaking, he flew directly towards Liu Xingwu, with his right hand behind his back. The silver-white space energy gathered into a silver halo on the palm of his hand. Faint space ripples emerged from the halo.
It spread out and stirred up the surrounding spiritual energy into chaos.
When Liu Xingwu saw Zhuo Ran flying over so carelessly, he shouted coldly: "Seeking death!"
After approaching fifty meters in front of Liu Xingwu, Zhuo Ran suddenly stopped and waved his right hand violently. The silver halo disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, the entire black gold spear was completely wrapped in silver light.
Zhuo Ran whispered in his heart: "Transfer!"
The struggling black gold spear disappeared in a burst of dazzling silver light. When it reappeared, it was already in Zhuo Ran's hand. At this moment, Jian Sanshi, who had been following him, rushed towards Liu Xingwu with his sword in hand.
At this time, Liu Xingwu was looking at his empty hands in a daze. Of course Jian Sanshi would take advantage of this opportunity.
Jian Sanshi, although he is an upright and good man, he is not a stupid man. He is stupid to his friends and brothers, but he is cruel to his enemies.
The iron sword stabbed hard, and the silver-white sword light was extremely sharp. During the rotation, the surrounding air was torn apart, making a harsh sound like tearing silk.
When the sword came close to his body, Liu Xingwu truly reacted and retreated backwards, exploding a thick amount of spiritual power to block the attack of the iron sword.
However, Jian Sanshi was not Zhuoran. Jian Sanshi was a tough guy. He regarded Liu Xingwu as his enemy, so he would not hold back. His sword was like light, piercing Liu Xingwu's heart.
The sharp sword light and silver sword light mercilessly split Liu Xingwu's spiritual power outside his body. Although the hasty defense and thick spiritual power played a great role, they still could not stop the Jian Zong disciple holding the iron sword.
, unable to block Sword Thirty!
The sword light strangled, and pieces of Liu Xingwu's chest were strangled here. Between the "chichi" sounds, Liu Xingwu's chest and clothes were completely broken, and hideous blood marks appeared one after another. The blood was flowing, and it was extremely terrifying and cruel.
Fortunately, he retreated in time and the spiritual power he unleashed was strong enough. Otherwise, he would have been injured much more severely than he was now.
Jian Sanshi still wanted to pursue, but Liu Xingwu fiercely slashed out dozens of spiritual sword lights in succession, blocking Jian Sanshi. The two then distanced themselves and locked horns with each other.
Liu Xingwu stuffed a spiritual pill into his mouth, and a faint medicinal power gradually emerged from his body. Mixed with the spiritual power, the dozens of hideous scars of different sizes healed slowly, and the aura exuding from his body also returned to normal.
At the pinnacle, the elixir is so effective that it should not be underestimated!