Tsing Yi Yamen Qi training master ninety-eight, there are naturally many monks in the mortal realm. This time in Qizhou to purge the Jianghu forces, there are also recruits. Originally, the people recruited this time should not be used so early, but the situation in Laizhou is very serious. Therefore, we have to support war with war.
Rushing from Qizhou to Laizhou, Song Jiao brought the last batch of elites from Tsingyi Yamen. Qingshui Mountain Villa has the Wang family, and it is the stronghold of the Pinglu Army. It is needless to say how useful it is. After Song Jiao entered the border of Laizhou, she rushed here first, and this was the scene just now.
However, people from Tsing Yi Yamen were not the only ones who rushed to Qingshui Villa.
"Your Excellency, I don't believe the next word."
Not long after Song Jiao's words fell, in the pitch black night, a green-robed Taoist came.
The green-robed Taoist walks slowly, always with a smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze. Every step is calm and calm, as if walking in a leisurely garden. People will have a good impression and affection at a glance, like a spring breeze, and no one will hate the spring breeze.
It's just that his words were too arrogant.
But when he said it lightly from his mouth, it seemed so convincing that no one could doubt it.
He walked past the gray-clothed ice sculptures, and slowly came to the green-clothed swordsman. His speed couldn't be called fast, it wasn't the kind of discomfort that seemed slow but really fast, but really slow.
But his footsteps were strong, and he walked directly in front of the Tsing Yi swordsman, without any intention of avoiding the two of them.
The two green-clothed swordsmen looked at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes. Facing the green-robed Taoist who was walking straight up without dodging or evading, they chose to get out of the way. From the two's point of view, the two sides are not on the same level at all, and there is no need to fight.
Song Jiao was still standing on the treetop.
Standing tall is not a pretentious gesture, but because of the high place, which is the most suitable place to give full play to the strengths of her skills, just like Shao Siming. Ever since the green-robed Taoist appeared, she had been looking at him without saying a word, until he approached, and she slowly said: "You think my words are not credible?"
The green-robed Taoist smiled gently and said, "Your Excellency, I won't believe the next word."
He repeated what he had said earlier.
It's arrogant, it's rude, it's rampant, and it's self-assured.
"good."
This time Song Jiao only said one word.
When she finished saying this word, she had already disappeared from the treetops, and in an instant she was in front of the green-robed Taoist, and slammed towards the green-robed Taoist with a single palm.
The green-robed Taoist stretched out a palm, his brows and eyes were still calm and indifferent, and his smile was still on his lips, as if for him, taking this palm was really easy.
His self-confidence shows that he can not only easily receive the palm, but also seriously injure the opponent in turn.
Watching this scene from a distance, the two swordsmen in blue couldn't help holding their breath.
They were very aware of Song Jiao's strength, one of the four masters in Tsingyi Yamen, and the tallest one, but they didn't know how high she was, because they had never seen Song Jiao make a move.
But the green-robed Taoist in front of me gives people the feeling that he is a god, demon, and demon from heaven and earth, and I don't care about it.
That kind of demeanor is not contemptuous, but better than contemptuous.
However, what happened next left the two Tsing Yi swordsmen dumbfounded.
The two palms struck each other, and the expected stalemate did not appear, and the winner was quickly determined.
Song Jiao's palm directly pushed the green-robed Taoist's palm back, hitting the opponent's chest heavily!
With a sound of Weng in the rain curtain, a layer of extremely bright white light circle opened.
The green-robed Taoist vomited blood and flew backwards, like a kite with a broken string, knocking down countless gray-clothed ice sculptures, and slid several feet away after landing!
The two Tsing Yis looked at each other in blank dismay.
This is the end
The green-robed Taoist struggled to arch his upper body, clutching his chest and protruding his eyes, and said with difficulty: "You... the ninth floor?!"
He fell down without saying a word.
He originally thought that Yi Shuihan was just a group attack technique, and Song Jiao should not be good at fighting alone. With his seven-level qi training, he might not have a chance of winning against the opponent's eighth-level qi training. Will definitely lose.
Who would have thought that Song Jiao, who hadn't shown her face in the arena for several years, would have reached the ninth level of Qi training when she reappeared in the arena
Song Jiao sneered: "It's just a seventh-level qi training, and you make yourself like a god, who are you bluffing?"
The two swordsmen in Tsing Yi were completely speechless.
Until then, the Tsing Yi Yamen monk who came here with Song Jiao rushed over from the official road.
Song Jiao stretched out her hand, pointing in the direction of Qingshui Villa: "Don't leave chicken or dog behind!"
Dozens of Tsing Yi swordsmen rushed out from her side.
In Qingshui Villa, Mu Qingliu was drinking tea with Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang.
They knew that the monks in Tsing Yi Yamen were monitoring the villa; they also knew that the monks in gray clothes went out to kill each other; they also heard the sound of Yi Shuihan's flute.
But they don't care.
Because someone has already made a move.
Wang Hanshan hesitated for a moment: "Yi Shuihan and Song Jiao have been famous for a long time, Taoist Zhou is really sure?"
Mu Qingliu flicked his fly whisk, switched sides to hold him, and said calmly: "Senior brother Zhou, although he only has the seventh level of Qi training, but he has a good bearing, which makes people daunting. The secret method he cultivates can make people lose their fighting spirit. Coupled with outstanding combat skills, it shouldn't be a problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed to the door and hurriedly reported: "Taoist Zhou has been killed!"
Mu Qingliu's expression froze: "This..."
Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang looked at each other speechlessly, Chen Beiwang bowed and said: "Zhou Daochang has trained seven levels of qi, but he is no match for the other party, isn't that..."
He meant to say, wouldn't that be bad
Unexpectedly, Mu Qingliu flicked his fly whisk, and hugged him on the other side, and said calmly: "That's right, there is also Senior Brother Yu."
Both Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang were overjoyed: "Master Yu?"
"That's right, senior brother Yu has a withdrawn personality and doesn't like to talk to others, so the two generals didn't see him, but he was outside the villa. To tell the truth to the two generals, senior brother Yu has reached the eighth level of Qi training, and he specializes in swordsmanship. He is best at fighting alone, and in my Penglai Xianmen, his swordsmanship is unrivaled." Mu Qingliu said confidently.
Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang nodded in satisfaction: "Penglai is worthy of being a fairy gate, and it really has a profound foundation. I will be eye-opening today."
Mu Qingliu: "It's easy to say, easy to say."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated, with a relaxed attitude and a sure chance of victory.
From time to time, someone rushed to the door to report: "Daoist Yu has also lost!"
Mu Qingliu was just picking up the tea bowl, but he paused in mid-air, and silently put down the tea bowl.
Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang looked at each other, and at the same time looked at Mu Qingliu expectantly: "I didn't expect Daoist Yu to lose too... First, the seventh level of Qi training, and then the eighth level of Qi training, then what's next?" no... ... "
They both wanted to say, shouldn't it be time to practice Qi and make a move at the ninth level
Mu Qingliu flicked his fly whisk, changed sides to hold her again, and said with a serious face: "That's right, the next thing is to rely on the two of us."
Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang: "..."
Just after talking about the profound foundation of Penglai Daoism, they thought that the other party had sent the ninth level of Qi training over, but they were told to rely on themselves. Wang Hanshan and Chen Beiwang's faces turned green immediately.
Chen Beiwang jumped up against the crime.
Since he dared to come to Qingshui Villa, of course he would not be unprepared.
The Chen family didn't have any monks who practiced high-level Qi training, but Chen Beiwang was the commander of the Pinglu Army and the Horse Army!
"Decree: The horse army will attack and protect the villa!"
He brought two elite horse troops under his command!
...
All directions are cut off by the yin-yang pattern, and there are leaf chains in all directions. Li Ye will be attacked no matter how he dodges, and as long as he stops for a moment, he will be surrounded by countless leaf chains!
Flying Leaf Lock Immortal Formation!
Li Ye activated his cloud boots and dodged to a safe position. Lu Gujian stood in front of his eyebrows, his eyes were like lightning, and he shouted: "Qinglian Mountain!"
Purple clouds rose in mid-air, and in an instant it was so thick that it covered the sky and the sun, and even the rain stopped falling.
Ziyun billows.
The lightning and thunder could no longer tell whether it was a spiritual phenomenon or a normal phenomenon on a thunderstorm night.
After a purple cloud mountain planted with green lotus appeared, it slammed down towards the wasteland and fell into the flying leaf lock fairy formation!
The yin and yang patterns on all sides trembled and shook violently, then shattered and dissipated like smoke.
Countless flying leaf chains also disappeared under Qinglian Mountain. When the entire Qinglian Mountain exploded, the flying broken leaves danced wildly all over the sky, even denser than rain.
Li Ye flew upside down and spit three mouthfuls of blood in mid-air. The gap between the two realms is not in vain, and the Feiye Locking Immortal Formation is even more extraordinary. However, what Li Ye can't stand the most is Shao Siming's own strength. She is undoubtedly stronger than ordinary monks in the same realm.
Although Qinglian Mountain blasted through the Feiye Locking Immortal Formation, the counter-shock wave of spiritual energy caused Li Ye's sea of energy to churn, and the spiritual energy bumped around everywhere, as if it was about to break through the shackles of the meridians and burst out. At this critical moment, the dragon energy in his body suddenly roared and roared, sending out wisps of golden airflow, traveling through the eight extraordinary meridians all over his body, straightening out and suppressing the aura scurrying everywhere, allowing Li Ye to avoid the rupture of the meridians, and seven on the spot Hole bleeding end.
After falling back to the ground, Li Ye sank back and immediately, the mud around his feet was scattered and splashed, and a large piece of mud was sunken around his feet, and the part below his knees was below the ground level. The golden airflow emitted by the dragon energy seemed to have an irresistible majestic will, and those flying spirit energy quickly expressed their surrender, which allowed Li Ye to stabilize his body.
He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bowed to look at Shao Si Ming.
The gauze was wet, because it was stained with blood. Obviously, the Feiye Lock Immortal Formation was broken, and it was not easy for Shao Siming. It's just that compared to Li Ye who vomited blood three times in a row, she still feels much better. This can be seen from the fact that she still stands firmly on the leaves.
The night wind was blowing, and the scarf was fluttering lightly. At this moment, Shao Si Ming still looked calm.
Or maybe it wasn't calm, the veil blocked her face, and also covered up most of her changing expressions, but those clear and clear eyes were no longer calm as usual, but sharpened, This shows that her fighting spirit is boiling.
Li Ye did not stay where he was, but jumped out again after falling down, and rushed forward on the wild grass. His speed was extremely fast, and his figure was like a strong wind passing by. Behind him, the wild grass fell to the sides, revealing a straight line. The passage, the weeds that originally blocked his feet, were all shattered and scattered.
Shao Siming's hands were steady, and his slender fingers quickly formed seals on his chest. Leaf chains rose from the ground and shot towards Li Ye quickly.
The injured Li Ye's aura rose instead of falling, becoming thicker and sharper, like a tiger whose tail was touched, with roaring anger. Facing Ye Lian facing him, he didn't dodge or dodge, and ran forward with his head buried. Lu Gujian's green light shone, and he chopped Ye Lian into pieces.
The sword shadow pierced the night, flickering everywhere.
The scattered green leaves swept across his robe, leaving bloodstains on Li Ye's body. He didn't seem to notice it, but his eyes were still as firm as iron. In a short while, he ran to the forest, jumped up with one step, and formed an angle of 60 degrees with the ground. Lu Gujian's streamer left a straight line in the night sky, and it was in front of Shao Siming in an instant!
Surprise flashed in Shao Si Ming's eyes, but the surprise was quickly replaced by solemnity. Around her hands, two circles of swirling leaf rings quickly condensed. When Lu Jujian faced her, she jumped back from the leaves .
Two leaf chains flew out from the leaf ring in her hand, wrapping around Lu Gujian.
At that moment, Shao Siming had long hair hanging down straight, his delicate body was like a crescent moon, and his demeanor was too beautiful to describe.
Li Ye seems to have become a month-by-month person.
Lu Gujian, who was entangled by the leaf chain, became the basis of the wrestling between Shao Siming and Li Ye. There was a moment of stagnation. He came out, turned around in mid-air, and made handprints facing Li Ye, his eyes were still pure and quiet, and the green leaves wrapped around Lu Gu's sword burst open like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm.
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Li Ye had been on guard for a long time. He drew back his sword and swung his left hand, blowing away all the green leaves in front of him.
When the green leaves fell, Shao Siming was already a hundred paces away. She was standing on the leaves again, staring at Li Ye from the air, her chest heaving slightly, obviously the fierce battle in an instant had consumed her aura a lot.
It was hard to get close, but unexpectedly failed to hit him, and was still escaped by Shao Siming. Li Ye was not in a good mood. Shao Siming's magic skills were unpredictable, and Feiye was everywhere, which caused Li Ye a lot of trouble. He even didn't expect that the seemingly delicate Shao Si Ming would be so bold and careful in close combat, daring to break his sword moves like this.
Shao Si Ming's response at that moment just now can no longer be described with combat skills. Her delicate body of a young girl who seems to be unable to withstand the wind and will fall down at the touch of it actually hides such a huge explosive power.
Shao Siming stared at Li Ye intently, very seriously, as if meeting him for the first time. Li Ye's cultivation base is obviously two realms lower than hers, but she can still fight her evenly. To be hurt by Li Ye.
What kind of person is this guy who appeared out of nowhere? What makes him so strong