Lincheng Huamo Chapter 150: Fighting the Immortals
The immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky had no intention of denying it. He just sighed helplessly, and then said: "He is a disciple of my sect, but our Tianxia Sword Sect only wants to take back the Zhen Sect Spirit Sword. Everything else is not the intention of the Tianxia Sword Sect.
It’s just those juniors doing it wantonly.”
Mo Ming couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "Well, it's just those juniors who do this wantonly. Since you are immortals, you go to the world to plunder again and again. Do you really think that the world doesn't care about you?"
"Little baby, if we want to destroy Zhuangzi like you, we can just wave our hands..."
The black and white Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand was swung forward, not giving these immortals a chance to explain, and said seriously: "Please do it!"
My father didn't know where to go, and my mother spoke up. Even if the Mo family was destroyed by his hands today, it was just because of his own incompetence. But if he retreated out of fear, he would really have no face to face his ancestors.
The injured immortal in white flew back with his sword again. Different from the time when the black dragon swept his tail, although this time he looked more embarrassed, he did not suffer any damage at all.
"Senior brother, today I will use the thunder from the sky to burn this Zhuangzi to ashes, so that these ignorant ants can see what the power of heaven is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the injured man in white swung the sword in his hand, and the sky was actually covered with dark clouds, covering the stars. The faint sound of thunder could still be heard. The sword was slashed, and among the dark clouds, a thick thunderbolt surrounded by four people fell.
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Even if the white-clothed immortal with the sky-facing flame pattern moves quickly, it is not even one-tenth as fast as this lightning strike.
The falling thunder pointed at the location of Mo Ming, the swordsman of the Mo family. Mo Ming's bloodshot eyes were still fierce, facing the sky thunder, but he had no intention of retreating. The two-color Mo Yu sword in his hand slashed again, and the sky thunder struck.
It landed on the tip of the sword and penetrated Mo Ming's body in an instant. The powerful current also instantly made Mo Ming unable to move, his hair was destroyed, and his clothes were burned to ashes.
It was also at this time that the princess behind Mo Ming could clearly see the body of her eldest son. He was different from Ying Ruge. Mo Ming was a bit whiter, and his body was not as strong as Ying Ruge. But when he was naked, there was everything behind him.
The intertwined scars are shocking.
Thunder poured into the ground, and before Hu Lao could react, Mo Qu'er moved quickly and grabbed the two of them by the wrists and retreated sharply.
It was her quick reaction that prevented the princess and the tiger from being implicated and ending up being wiped out by the aftermath of the thunder.
The sky thunder penetrated the body, and Mo Ming's whole body was paralyzed. No matter how hard it was to support him, he flopped face down and fell to the ground.
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky looked at his junior brother with hatred, and asked in an angry tone: "You, you, you, even if you return to the sect, the elders will not blame you, the laws of heaven and earth will be angry..."
The injured man in white curled up his lips, smiled contemptuously, and then said: "Bullshit laws of heaven and earth, if that thing really exists, we can't do it even if we want to go to the lower world. Senior brother, you are just too cowardly and timid. If we didn't
It would be a heinous crime to bring back this sword!"
Things had already happened, and the immortal in white with the sky-facing flame pattern didn't want to talk any more. He just said hello a few times and asked the brothers to hurry up and end the matter early and return to their sect.
But if there are one or two troublemakers, there will be a third one. A phoenix cry came from the distant sky. Following the sound, I saw a spark approaching quickly from the dark night in the distance. Only when the spark got closer could I see it clearly.
It is a flaming phoenix.
These people who came this time are all accomplished immortal cultivators. Although they look ordinary and do not have the immortal spirit of those who came last time, the gap may be as big as heaven and earth, incomparable.
Mounted on the flaming phoenix, he will come to the Mo Family Tianshui Villa again. Apart from Ying Ruge, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone else in the world.
When Ying Ruge also arrived in the sky above Tianshui Villa, the phoenix burning under his seat turned into nothingness. He also jumped up at the same time and turned into a ghost and god again. His long hair was red, his eyes were bloodshot like demon pupils, and the demon spots on his body were also burned on his clothes.
The moment of burning appeared. His body jumped into the air, and a pair of black feather wings spread out on his back. Hearing him shout again, Shisanhen seemed to be summoned, and flew around him, and began to float and spin around the little master.
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky looked at the visitor carefully, and his eyes showed surprise again. He really found a treasure today. There was a hard-to-find wind spirit root on the ground, and now there is another fire wizard. The black wind spirit root
The faceless man has not yet started, and the Fire Dao boy in front of him is not yet accomplished. But with his eyesight, he can tell with just one glance that this boy has a solid foundation and is not like a casual cultivator.
"Junior, are you here to seize this spiritual sword too?"
Facing the inquiry, Ying Ruge was more concerned about the ruined Tianshui Villa. When he saw Zhong Xihou who had fainted and Mo Ming who was burned by the fire and lying on the ground, his murderous intention filled the air instantly.
For a moment, the immortal in white with the flame pattern facing the sky had the illusion that he saw the gate of Dongyin Realm opened. But it was only for that moment that he calmed down and understood that the person coming was not a good person.
But even if she is not a good person, in their eyes, Ying Ruge is just a kid who has just started cultivating immortality, and she does not pose much of a threat.
Without waiting for words to explain, Ying Rusheng grasped the Shanhe Yimeng that had helped Zhong Xihou. Among the thirteen swords, the one he was most unfamiliar with was the Shanhe Yimeng, but there are stories about it.
Mo Ming will never forget. He doesn't recall the past either. He just raises the corner of his mouth and smiles lightly.
Then with ferocious eyes and fluttering wings, he rushed towards the white-clothed immortal with flame patterns facing the sky. He slashed with his sword, but it was not a sword move.
A "Mountain City Ming King's Wheel-Destroying Slash" came out, and the man who transformed into a demon urged him to use the Buddha's move, which was really interesting.
The huge golden blade struck, like the wheels of the Golden Crow Heavenly Chariot, crushing a group of people in white clothes. The beautiful immortal in white clothes dodged and stood in front of the brothers. The long sword in his hand kept slashing, and dozens of awe-inspiring sword auras shot out.
Hit it out. The golden blade dissipated in an instant.
"You have all the momentum, but you don't have the cultivation level to use such extreme moves. It's interesting, interesting."
Gaining the upper hand, he was provocative with words, and Ying Ruge was even more angry. What he was thinking about were the various sword moves of Baiyun Swordsmanship, but when he wanted to swing his sword to activate, the moves were impossible. The sword's intention was really gone.
If it is lost, it will be difficult to motivate.
"Ruge, these are immortals. This is a good opportunity for you to temper your fighting body!"
A voice came from his head. Apart from Liu Sanqing, no one else would remind him like this. Liu Sanqing jumped out of his body, still dressed in pure white, and his eyes were also empty white.
"All I can help you is to protect these people..."
When he saw Liu Sanqing's figure, the injured immortal in white couldn't help but move his eyelids slightly, and he bit his teeth with a "clucking" sound. He heard his voice saying bitterly: "I didn't expect that your kid died and you haven't gone to the East Yin Realm yet."
, and you have become someone else’s ghost attendant, which really embarrasses my World Sword Sect!”
Liu Sanqing looked up and recognized the white-clothed immortal. With a smile on his face, he said, "You have been practicing as an immortal for three hundred years, but you lost in a sword fight to an earthly ant who is less than thirty. How hateful?"
Hearing the ridicule, the already grumpy white-clothed immortal became even more angry. He clenched his sword and flew towards Liu Sanqing. Liu Sanqing did not dare to raise his hand, so he waved his hand and shouted, "Skinny."
horse"!
A flash of blue light flashed, and the dagger Shouma was already in his hand. Holding the sword he had held in his lifetime again, Liu Sanqing smiled. If it hadn't been for that chance, how would he have had the chance to recover from his weakness?
Transform into reality and fight side by side with the old friend again.
The thin horse seemed to respond, as the sword flashed with several green lights.
On the battlefield, the opponent is so powerful that there is no room for hesitation. If you hesitate, you will eventually die. Liu Sanqing waves the dagger in his hand, the quick sword of the world, and nine stars fly down, come again!
Liu Sanqing is no longer a human being, and the injured white-clothed immortal has no scruples. The sword emits colorful light, which is dazzling. Looking at it like this, two white figures are trembling, and one has faint hair.
There is a black ghost aura, and the other body reveals a gorgeous colorful stream of light.
Which one is good and which one is evil is really hard to tell just by looking at it.
If Liu Sanqing was still there, it might be difficult to fight against Zhong Xihou. But strangely, the immortal who could easily crush Zhong Xihou was fighting with Liu Sanqing, who was already a dead soul, and it was difficult to tell the difference.
One less, there are still seven white-clothed immortals to face. Having used the sword just now, Ying Ruge felt that she should give up. With a wave of her hand, twelve spiritual swords, including Shanhe Yimeng in her hand, flew towards him.
It hit Liu Sanqing's place. And he himself clenched his fists tightly, and everything from his fists to his forearms turned into pitch black.
There was a strong white-clothed immortal who saw Ying Ruge's movements and found it interesting. Could this boy also be a cultivator who likes to temper his body? His body muscles were swollen, and the loose robes on his body were difficult to cover.
In an instant, it collapsed into strips of cloth, some scattered, and some still hanging on the body.
"Senior brother, let me come and meet this little baby."
Yuluo, without using his sword, clenched his fist and flew towards Ying Ruge.
Immortals are different from warriors. They rely more on immortal skills and magic weapons to fight, temper their bodies, and fight with their bodies. Very few of them use their bodies to resist. When meeting the same kind, the strong-bodied immortal in white will inevitably feel itchy, and it will be difficult to calm down without a fierce battle.
The hot blood surging in the body.
These two immortal cultivators were just punching and kicking each other in the air. Occasionally, Ying Ruge gained the upper hand, and sometimes this strong immortal was even better.
When the remaining six immortals in white saw their two fellow disciples holding back the visitor, they knew what they should do. They changed their formations and tried to trap the black dragon again. The roar of the black dragon once again caused pain to the ears of those hiding in the villa.
, restless, and even those who are mentally fragile, fainted directly.
The Princess Princess, Hu Lao and Mo Qu'er who were outside were still standing there as if nothing had happened. However, Mo Qu'er kept pulling on the Princess Princess' sleeves, begging her to follow her to a safe place as soon as possible.
The princess didn't know what she was thinking. She was looking at the pair of black feathers and the immortal trembling in the sky. Her eyes were dull and her body was stiff on the spot, turning into a stone man.
On Liu Sanqing's side, he had Thirteen Hatreds to help him, and his momentum greatly increased. Every time he dodged the injured immortal's attack, he would throw out a sword at a tricky angle. He just wanted to dodge and seize the gap, and then take the opportunity to attack.
The sword Liu Sanqing slid around like a loach, making the immortal even more jealous and extremely angry.
He tried to trigger the thunder again, but for some reason, it failed this time.
A little distracted, Liu Sanqing was holding the peach demon in front of him. He couldn't avoid it, and his side was cut open. Liu Sanqing, who had succeeded, quickly retreated, then floated in the air, and sneered: "I started in the past.
, you were arrogant but you were taught a lesson by me, a junior, and now you are more likely to fall like this!"
After hearing this, the injured immortal changed his previous appearance, his anger subsided, and disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. He also sneered contemptuously and said: "I am waiting for the Tao, and you, Liu Sanqing, are a mortal after all. Since you are already a ghost, then,
I won’t let you even be a ghost!”
Then the colorful stream of light became even louder, criss-crossing and weaving like a spider web, and rushed towards Liu Sanqing.