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Ancestor Lu Xuheng put a false palm on an ice wall floating behind Yin Xuanchu. The force passed through, and Yin Xuanchu's body leaned forward violently, but he was forced to hold it back again. A pair of frost shorts in his hands
The sword flew out of his hand and stabbed the late-stage disciple of the Xuanling Sect who had blocked him with the cooperation of Patriarch Lu Xuheng.
The monk did not expect that Yin Xuanchu would use such a desperate attack, so he hurriedly raised the magic weapon in front of him and swung forward, trying to block the pair of daggers.
However, the left sword struck back in the air and raised the right sword high, just in time to avoid the monk's block. However, the dagger in the right hand also lost its key point on the chest and went straight towards his shoulder.
The monk was also smart. Seeing that the block failed, a layer of protective aura immediately appeared on his body. However, this layer of aura was like paper and could not block the penetration of the dagger.
With a cry of pain, the right sword pierced the shoulder and then retreated. The monk took the opportunity to push away from a distance, and felt a cold air hit his heart, half of his shoulder was frozen and unconscious.
For a moment, Patriarch Lu Xuheng felt like he was angry after being humiliated. This was the second time that Yin Xuanchu succeeded in exchanging injuries for injuries in this way. The previous time, although he was hit by the magic power used by Patriarch Lu Xuheng,
, but Yin Xuanchu also took the opportunity to cut off two of Xu Weihong's fingers.
At this time, Yin Xuanchu was already in a state of disarray among everyone in the Xuanling Sect, especially after receiving the two seals from Patriarch Lu Xuheng one after another.
However, there was no trace of pain or anxiety on Yin Xuanchu's face. His cold expression was like ice that had never melted for thousands of years, and this coldness had almost condensed into his bones.
However, the more calm and frightening Yin Xuanchu looked, the more it gave Patriarch Lu Xuheng an impulse to go crazy. This was contrary to his previous expectation that Yin Xuanchu would be anxious, panicked, scared, and even praying.
Big discrepancy.
"If that's the case, then go die!"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng really didn’t want to continue this game. Although two people had been injured, with the assistance of the other three late-stage alchemy forging monks, ancestor Lu Xuheng finally seized the opportunity and used his space magic power.
Arriving behind Yin Xuanchu, a green-gold liquid seeped out from his arm and gathered to form a green-gold liquid glove, wrapping Patriarch Lu Xuheng's palm in it from bottom to top.
A slender needle-like object stretched and contracted erratically from the index finger of Lu Xuheng's right hand, and finally followed Lu Xuheng's slightly bent finger and pierced towards Yin Xuanchu's descendant. At the same time, what was printed on it was what had become
The blue-gold palm.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and Yin Xuanchu, who originally thought that he would die if he could not avoid this palm, turned around hurriedly, and saw Lu Xuheng's right hand wrapped in a green-gold glove being held firmly in the palm of his hand but still
Can't break free.
"Senior Brother Lu!"
Yin Xuanchu was shocked. The person who had Lu Xuheng's hand was none other than Lu Ping.
"Lu Xuanping?"
Lu Xuheng was shocked. How did he appear? How could he not notice it at all beforehand? Also, how could he block his palm by such a coincidence? He, he actually used his bare hands?
This, how is this possible, this, how is this possible?
This guy can defeat even the Dharma phase monks, but he can't capsize!
Thinking of this, Patriarch Lu Xuheng felt a chill in his heart, and his tone of voice softened involuntarily, losing the previous domineering tone.
"Lu Xuanping, what are you going to do?"
Lu Xuheng asked sternly, but you could still see the fear flickering in his eyes.
As soon as Lu Ping put down his hand, Patriarch Lu Xuheng immediately stepped back more than ten feet, and then he heard Lu Ping say: "What do you want me to do?"
Lu Ping's reputation is so great in Beihai. He defeated the monks in the Dharma phase with his cultivation in the Alchemy phase, killed the primordial crocodile in the Dharma phase, and killed the Blood Shura. These achievements made every monk in the early Dharma phase in Beihai feel a sense of awe.
A visceral panic.
"Lu Xuanping, don't forget that the person behind you is an abandoned disciple of the Zhenling Sect. Even the ancestors of your sect's Tianshu have been hunting him down in Beihai. You want to protect him because you want to protect him and the entire Beihai cultivation world.
An enemy?"
Lu Xuheng knew that as long as Lu Xuanping decided to protect him, the killing plan he had set up so hard this time would fail. Although he had never fought against Lu Ping, he thought that he would not benefit from Lu Ping's hands, let alone at this time.
There are still several disciples around. If Yin Xuanchu kills a few of them again, he will really lose a lot of money this time.
But at least Lu Xuanping must be proven guilty of sheltering Yin Xuanchu and push him to the opposite side of the entire Beihai cultivation world. If the True Spirit Sect can be forced to surrender again and Lu Xuanping is expelled from the door, it will be a victory for the entire Beihai cultivation world.
, the various factions in Beihai will definitely be happy to see its success!
Just when Patriarch Lu Xuheng was secretly proud of his plan, he heard Lu Ping suddenly say quietly: "I will not be an enemy of the entire cultivation world!"
Lu Xuheng looked stunned. What did this mean? Did he want to personally suppress Yin Xuanchu and clean up the family?
Ancestor Lu Xuheng immediately denied this idea: No, absolutely not. Lu Xuanping must be thinking about suppressing Yin Xuanchu in front of him now, and then escorting him back to the True Spirit Sect. How to deal with it then is the matter of the True Spirit Sect.
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It was decided that Lu Xuanping could not be allowed to take Yin Xuanchu away, otherwise the blood feud between the Xuanling Sect's Taoist Master Shi and more than a dozen Alchemy disciples would never be avenged!
Thinking of this, Patriarch Lu Xuheng suddenly laughed and said: "It would be best for Senior Nephew Lu Xuanping to personally clean up the sect, but Yin Xuanchu has really committed too deep a blood feud against our sect. Please hand him over to our sect for disposal when the time comes.
This can also avoid the tragedy of fighting among the same sects, isn't it? Or, nephew Lu Xuanping, you can do it yourself, with me standing by as a witness, so that our sect can also explain to the entire Beihai cultivation world!"
Lu Ping looked at Patriarch Lu Xuheng who had a fake smile on his face, his eyes full of surprise, and he said coldly: "Who said I was going to clean up the family?"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng had a bad feeling in his heart and said angrily: "What, do you really want to stand on the opposite side of the entire Beihai cultivation world and save this evildoer?"
Lu Ping had a pair of flying swords hovering around him at some point, and said: "How could the Beihai cultivation world know that I had saved Yin Xuanchu!"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng suddenly realized at this moment that the person in front of him was actually focused on killing and silencing him. But where did he get the self-confidence? With his cultivation at the peak of Alchemy at this time, or could there be helpers?
Ancestor Lu Xuheng's spiritual thoughts swept around, but Lu Ping said again: "Stop looking, there are no other helpers!"
Lu Xuheng's face darkened and he said: "Lu Xuanping, I know that you are a genius. Even I am not sure that you can beat you. But Yin Xuanchu is also seriously injured at this time. Do you think that you alone can keep me? As long as I can defeat you."
If I return to Beihai, you should know what the consequences will be!"
"Escape? Can you escape?"
Lu Ping's words were like gusts of evil wind blowing into Patriarch Lu Xuheng's ears.
Ancestor Lu Xuheng suddenly changed his expression and said: "Be careful!"
"Ah! Ah!..."
Five screams sounded almost in no particular order, and the five late-stage alchemy-forging monks from the Xuanling Sect, including Xu Weihong and the ancestor Lu Xuheng, were all killed almost instantly.
Ancestor Lu Xuheng seemed to have noticed something with his spiritual mind, but Lu Ping's method was too fast, so fast that he had no time to remind him. Legend has it that Lu Xuanping once obtained the inheritance of the invisible sword from the Feiling Sect. Could this be the magical power of the invisible sword?
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"You, you, you are so ruthless!"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng shuddered, his eyes were already filled with panic. The method of instantly killing five late-stage pill-forging monks was beyond what Ancestor Lu Xuheng could figure out.
"You, have you already advanced to the Dharma phase?"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng has not been able to see through Lu Ping's secret technique to hide his own cultivation. Yin Xuanchu, standing behind Lu Ping, was already rummaging through the stored magic weapons on the five disciples, and then found a piece of rock to sit on.
At first, he started to practice and heal his injuries as if no one else was around.
Lu Ping seemed to have no idea what was going on behind him, and said with a smile: "What a dead person can do if he knows so much!"
"You go to hell first!"
Ancestor Lu Xuheng's face was twisted, and the green-gold liquid magic weapon in his hand suddenly turned into flying needles that filled the sky, stabbing Lu Ping from all directions.
But Lu Ping was still standing there calmly, with a calm smile on his face.
Seeing that the rain-like flying needles of ox hair were about to pierce Lu Ping's body, ancestor Lu Xuheng finally raised a hope in his heart. This flying needle was extraordinary and could break the protective aura of various monks. If that
Lu Xuanping thought that if his protective aura could withstand the flying needles all over the sky, he would definitely suffer a big loss.
However, at this time Lu Ping moved. He pointed towards the two flying swords flying around him. Countless sword lights began to emerge from the two flying swords. The 120,000 fish-like sword lights were even more powerful than Lu Xu's.
Ancestor Heng's flying needles were even denser, and Lu Ping's entire body looked like a cocoon surrounded by countless sword lights, layer after layer.
What kind of swordsmanship is this? Even if this kind of swordsmanship contains spiritual treasures, how many layers can it break through in the face of these layers of airtight sword light?
Ancestor Lu Xuheng didn't even have to think about it. His own methods would definitely not be able to break through Lu Ping's defense. Joke and sword light could be transformed into something more detailed than a flying needle. How could he fight this?
Ancestor Lu Xuheng opened a dark door behind him, stepped back and disappeared into the darkness.
There is no need to fight to the death with Lu Xuanping. As long as we can get rid of his entanglement and confirm his cover for Yin Xuanchu, the True Spirit Sect will definitely be in a state of distress. All the "one immortal and one demon" of the True Spirit Sect will die!
So what if he got a bad name for escaping without caring about his disciples? He was not the first Dharma cultivator to be defeated by Lu Xuanping!
Behind the "Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang", the endless crispness, Lu Xuheng's ancestor did not know why he was relieved, and his whole body relaxed, and then he realized that Lu Xuanping actually gave himself such a great pressure.
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Outside the power, Patriarch Lu Xuheng stepped out of the void, and a devil-like greeting came from his ears: "Ancestor Lu, where are you going?"
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