"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man of the Immortal Talisman Sect in a black robe frowned and asked subconsciously.
In his subconscious mind, this is the mountain gate of the Immortal Talisman Sect, and he is a member of the Immortal Talisman Sect, so this person is naturally a spy who sneaked into the Immortal Talisman Sect, and his voice and momentum are naturally righteous.
However, in the face of his shouting and questioning, the tall and thin man blocking his way in front of him just slowly grasped the hilt of the sword lying in front of him, and calmly said: "I am Zhang Yi's uncle."
"Zhang Yi's uncle?"
The middle-aged man from the Immortal Talisman Sect was stunned for a moment, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips, thinking that he was Zhang Yi's master and uncle according to his seniority, so this man wearing the costume of a handyman from the Immortal Talisman Sect was not his own generation .
However, in the next moment, when he felt the sharp sword intent surging from the opponent, he suddenly woke up, "Are you from Changling?"
The tall and thin man looked at him, nodded, and said, "Aries Cave."
The brows of the middle-aged man from the Immortal Talisman Sect were frowned, and the sarcasm disappeared and turned into a serious one.
He didn't know how this person arrived at the Immortal Talisman Sect, and how he would appear at this time.
But in his impression, Zhang Yi and the Baiyang Cave, which was born in a wine shop boy, are just a very weak sect in Changling, and Xianfu Sect is equivalent to Minshan Sword Sect and Lingxu Sword Sect to Changling. The same existence cannot be equated.
He didn't know that the Baiyang Cave was living outside, and Zhang Yi's uncle had only one Li Daoji.
He didn't know Li Daoji's name, and he didn't know anything about Li Daoji's story.
So he still didn't think this sword master from Baiyang Cave could stop him.
This was not a usual invitation to a duel, so when the solemnity appeared on his face, his fingers had already quietly touched Fuyi.
Countless yellow leaves that fell on the ground quietly floated up, and the veins on each yellow leaf shone brightly.
The veins of these leaves are natural channels for absorbing nutrients from the tree and sunlight and water vapor. For a talisman master of his level, each yellow leaf is his talisman and a weapon given to him by nature.
Since he entered the Immortal Talisman Sect and achieved some success, his whole life of training is also related to these natural leaf veins. His name is Cheng Qingye, and it seems to be related to this leaf in the dark.
He is not usually in the gate of the Immortal Fuzong, but in Dayan's palace.
Imperial Palace Talisman, in a sense, also means extremely powerful.
At this time, the yellow leaves that fell on the mountain road were already lifeless, but following his thoughts, the faint real essence flowed out from his fingertips, and flowed into the veins of these yellow leaves with his thoughts Among them, these veins suddenly glowed, blooming with vigorous vitality.
All those yellow leaves turned green in an instant, and the whole mountain road and the air behind him turned green in an instant, as if spring had arrived.
His talisman is called the meaning of spring.
The strongest feeling of spring is to moisten things silently and come quietly, without knowing when or where.
I don't know when it will come, I don't know where it will come, so there is killing intent everywhere.
Li Daoji's lips were as tight as red lines.
Since he left Changling, he seemed to have completely disappeared from the world. Even Zhang Yi and Su Qin didn't know where he went, let alone expect him to appear here today.
Except for the difference in clothing, his appearance and sword seem to have no change from Changling.
What is certain is that when he was in Changling, his cultivation was definitely far from that of this practitioner of the Immortal Talisman Sect.
However, at this time, facing such a talisman, the depths of his eyes containing the killing intent were calm and full of strong self-confidence.
He drew his sword without haste.
Then, in a weird way, like wielding a hoe to dig the ground, he swung his long sword and chiseled the air in front of him.
Countless hissing sounds resounded.
The symbol disappears.
The countless green leaves fluttering behind Cheng Qingye turned withered and yellow again.
Cheng Qingye retreated tens of feet in a row in shock, the air current wrapped around his body shattered the yellow leaf, and even passed through the gazebo in an instant, hitting the mountain wall behind the gazebo.
This is something he has never encountered before.
Li Daoji's sword, in his perception, seemed to have cut a hole in all his talismans, causing the heaven and earth vitality he summoned to flow out of that hole in an instant.
He could even feel that Li Daoji's cultivation was much inferior to his, but this sword made him feel fear and powerlessness out of thin air, at least at that moment, it pierced even his confidence.
"What kind of sword intent is this?"
He subconsciously screamed.
Amidst the screams, a leaf carved from jasper flew out of his hand.
There are also countless veins inside this leaf, layer upon layer.
The true essence in his body gushed out like a wave and poured into this jasper-carved leaf.
This is a dao talisman that he has used for many years to refine, and it can also be said to be his natal talisman.
When this talisman was released, the leaves on the half of the mountain behind him, whether it was the yellow leaves on the ground or the green leaves left on the trees, all separated from the ground and branches, and violently trembled and flew.
There was a violent roar in the sky, and the vitality of heaven and earth was running like a giant mountain.
Li Daoji drew his sword again.
He didn't change anything, he still gave the feeling of wielding a hoe to dig the ground, and swiped his sword to chisel the air in front of him.
Cheng Qingye screamed again.
The talisman he had just condensed quickly vented away, and a large amount of heaven and earth vitality flowed along a hole, and he didn't know where it went, but it was out of his control.
On the jasper Taoist talisman in front of him, only the true energy in his body was continuously sputtering, like countless lightning bolts pouring out but could not be transformed into real killing intent.
He can't believe it.
Send out the third talisman again.
He subconsciously felt that the other party might have learned the secret of the talisman he was cultivating, and had already developed a sword that was designed to break his talisman, so his third talisman was very well-behaved, and it was a commonly used Taoist talisman of the Immortal Talisman Sect .
This is the real Thunder Talisman.
Even in the battlefield, it has been used by many powerful practitioners of the Immortal Talisman Sect, proving that it is strong and unbreakable.
Lightning flashed between the palm lines in his palm.
At the same time, the sky seemed to have been cut by someone with a giant knife, and a golden color appeared.
In his imagination, in the next moment, several golden lightning bolts the size of buckets would strike down and hit Li Daoji.
However, at this moment, Li Daoji made another strike.
Another hoe like a hoe.
The meaning of the True Thunder Talisman also disappeared.
There is thunder in the sky, but no thunder falls.
Cheng Qingye's face was pale, his mouth was opened to the extreme, but it was difficult to make a sound, and he couldn't even breathe.
He cast a fourth talisman.
This is a fire talisman.
This is the most basic and simple talisman of the Immortal Talisman Sect.
The most basic and simplest often means the most difficult to break.
However, when the enthusiasm just started, the symbolism disappeared.
Li Daoji still used that sword to break his talisman.
With each sword strike, Li Daoji took a step forward.
In just four steps, he passed through the gazebo and arrived not far in front of him.
Cheng Qingye felt extremely terrified.
He issued the fifth talisman.
Several streaks of cyan flowing flames rushed out from between the mountain walls on both sides of his body, as if they were about to become a wall.
However, these streams of flames had just rushed out, and Li Daoji's sword had already been hoeed like a hoe before the talisman was completed.
This time his sword did not pick Fuyi, but directly hoeed into his chest.
The powerful sword qi directly tore his internal organs, forcing the shattered qi and flesh to rush out of his mouth.
"how so?"
This was the most difficult time to make a sound, but Cheng Qingye, like a drowning person, desperately watched Li Daoji's sword piercing his chest, but made a sound.