The black iron sword was sloppily made and looked ordinary at first glance, just like a sword blank that could be purchased wholesale for ten taels of silver at a street blacksmith shop.
But Jin Tong and He Yuluo don't think so. The sword box is a magic weapon that absorbs evil thoughts like a whale sucking water. The iron sword hidden in it must be extraordinary.
Following Jin Tong's message, He Yuluo raised the token again.
The black tide surged even more violently, and as the shadow of the golem roared toward the sky, the evil thoughts turned into a ghostly shadow that covered the sky, and its thousand-foot-long devil claws pressed down.
The palm fell on the mountains, and the evil spirit spread in all directions.
The next second, the black vortex rolled in, effortlessly sweeping away the endless evil thoughts.
The golem's phantom seemed to be hollowed out, and it leaned back powerlessly and disappeared into the void. A row of people in black clothes fell to the ground, unable to get up as if they had been hit hard.
In front of Lu Bei, Chang Qingyu regained consciousness, his cherry lips opened into an O shape, and he looked at the white-bearded Taoist priest with shining eyes.
Sure enough, she guessed right.
There are many famous sects stationed in Xiaoqianshan. Although their glory has become a thing of the past, their past heritage cannot be erased. After careful selection, she finally found a hermit master.
There's just something wrong with the person. He's crazy and stupid, and even his realm has dropped.
Wait a minute, being crazy is a good thing!
Chang Qingyu took a deep breath, and a plan came to his mind. He pointed at He Yuluo and Jin Tongdao and said, "It was them. I heard it clearly. They were the ones who said that the Wuliang Sword Sect was dead."
Lu Bei lowered his head and looked down at the ninety-year-old kendo girl sitting in front of him: "Who are you?"
Chang Qingyu's face turned pale, and he was about to cry: "Master, you have lost your mind again, and you can't even remember your disciple."
Lu Bei: …
I'm sorry for my blindness, but I didn't know you were this kind of Senior Sister Shao.
"Master, they were the ones who wiped out the Wuliang Sword Sect, and... and..."
Chang Qingyu stood beside Lu Bei, covering his face with his sleeves. He curiously touched the sword box and pointed at the four half-dead companions in the pit: "There are four more junior brothers. Look, they beat them so badly that I can't recognize them."
You are such a clever little fellow!
In less than half a year, Senior Sister Shao, who was elegant and graceful, had become like this, as if she had changed her account. Lu Bei seriously suspected that she had spent three months in the bandit den while traveling around the world, otherwise the difference would not be so great.
The other side.
He Yuluo looked at Lu Bei with fear, put away the token in his hand, and looked at his superior.
The enemy is acting strangely. Should we keep our troops in place or act as planned
Jin Tong frowned, repeatedly confirmed that Tianmingzi was only in the early stage of the Refining Void Realm, and ordered: "Leave this man alive, and give the magic weapon to the camp, and hand it over to the Three Heavens Seal for disposal."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yuluo strode out, came behind Lu Bei as if teleporting, and chopped down the back of his neck with a palm knife.
With the blessing of martial arts will, this palm was like a thunderbolt, cutting through the void and twisting large black lines.
Chang Qingyu thrust the sword backwards, the sword light was like a waterfall and falling clouds, the beauty was concealed with a heavy edge.
boom!
bite!
The sword pierced He Yuluo's heart, leaving a streak of blood. At the same time, the hand knife hit Lu Bei's neck steadily, causing him to stagger.
He Yuluo ignored the sharp blade on his chest. His physical cultivation powers were all in his flesh. He himself was a magic weapon. Although he was not as good as the magic weapon, he could withstand a few hits.
His eyes were filled with horror, and his hands and palms were in so much pain that he lost consciousness. He looked at the old man with a white beard who slowly turned around, and without saying a word, he turned his head and…
Didn't leave.
Lu Bei grabbed He Yuluo's shoulder with his backhand, tightened his five fingers, and shattered his shoulder bone with a snap. Then the iron sword left a residual image, venting the black sky from bottom to top.
The black light hit the distance and disappeared at the end of the sky.
He Yuluo's eyes were blank, he spoke in a "aba aba" voice, a bloody line appeared between his eyebrows, his body split into two, and he slowly fell backwards.
Suddenly, black thunder sounded again, and a black light fell from the sky.
Lu Bei held the sword in his hand and punched out.
The tip of the fist touched the black light and shattered it under Chang Qingyu's incredulous gaze.
"That's all. How dare you say that my Wuliang Sword Sect is bad? You are really courting death." Lu Bei murmured, and swung the iron sword down. A beam of sword energy fell from the sky, evaporating He Yuluo and making him disappear completely.
"Gulp!"
Chang Qingyu swallowed her saliva. When she saw that the sword box was naturally effective in resisting evil thoughts, she knew that she had picked up a treasure. Her cheap master must be at more than just the Void Refinement Realm.
But she never expected that He Yuluo, who was at the same level as her in the Great Perfection of the Fusion Stage, couldn't take even one of her moves.
Wonderful!
Bringing it back to the stronghold would be a great help in overthrowing Prince Yan.
After quelling the chaos in the world, he brought Heng Xuechang back to his home and fed him well for the rest of his life.
Not to mention Chang Qingyu's little plan, Jin Tong's face suddenly changed. He raised his hands in front of his chest and pointed at the void with his ten fingers. The strong finger force pressed the dark void and all fell on "Tian Mingzi".
The power of Dian Cang Seal!
This seal was created by Prince Yan, with the intention of acting on behalf of Heaven and guiding the people. It has three styles: fist, palm and finger. It can restrain the physical cultivators in the world and also has the effect of sealing the powerful souls that the magic cultivators are proud of.
Jin Tong is not a talented person, but he has learned a little bit of the charm. He is confident that he can suppress Tianmingzi and make him unable to move with his cultivation of the first level of earthly immortal.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lu Bei's body shook a few times, his arrogant eyes showed a little doubt, and he raised his hand and patted his chest.
How is it possible!!
Jin Tong's eyes suddenly shrank, and regardless of the fear in his heart, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and drew out the magic ruler.
The bamboo ruler was twelve inches long and one inch wide, with the words 'Without rules, there can be no square or circle' written on it. In Jin Tong's hand, it swelled in the wind and he chopped it down with the force of measuring the sky.
A black light swept across, and heaven and earth mourned.
"Dao Yun?!"
With a startled sound, the measuring ruler was no match for the unparalleled sword force and broke immediately.
Looking from afar, one could see the void shattered into pieces, sword energy running rampant, and a vast black curtain stretching across the distance.
Jin Tong used all his strength, and at the critical moment, he bit his tongue to cast a spell, and moved his body to avoid the sweeping sword light.
After landing, he was still in shock. With his spiritual sense, he discovered that the row of black clothes behind him had been wiped out by the sword light.
Where did this evil Taoist come from? Who is impersonating him
Could it be that the ancestor of the Wuliang Sword Sect is an immortal
When people can't hold it in any longer, they usually can't hold it in any longer.
Jin Tong's face changed suddenly, and he took out a dragon scale book. The scrolls were stacked one after another, and they wrote about mountains, rivers, beasts, and rare treasures of heaven and earth. After opening it, it contained a piece of heaven and earth, and was circled in the seal formation of "Tian Mingzi".
After closing the Dragon Scale Book, Jin Tong's face turned pale and beads of sweat kept falling down.
He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and secretly thanked his luck. If the demon had not been careless, he would not have been sealed so easily.
Looking at the confused Chang Qingyu again, his expression quickly turned cold: "For the last time, Prince Yan wants to see Hengxue Liushen, Miss Chang, please follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Tong vomited blood.
A black sword pierced through his chest, and the magic weapon that sealed the demon was torn into pieces. His soul was severely damaged, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.
Swish!
Black light flashed in all directions, and Jintong was torn into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.
Lu Bei stepped out of the void and looked at the sky and earth in confusion, not understanding what had just happened.
The black light fell, and Jin Tong was resurrected on the spot, looking at the arrogant "Tian Mingzi" in horror.
With a sword in hand, he is unstoppable. There really is a person in the world who can reach the level of refining emptiness and kill the immortals on earth!
He confirmed again and again that he was indeed in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm. He put away the ruler and smashed down with a blow to the sky, then moved his body and disappeared into the void.
“Master, don’t let the thief go. He just said that the Wuliang Sword Sect is gone!”
"… "
Senior Sister Shao, you used to be very cold and aloof, and you would only get so angry that you would vomit blood when I was being sarcastic to you.
Lu Bei complained in his heart, slashed with his sword, and jumped into the void.
One chases, the other runs, and the one who is caught will die.
Chang Qingyu fell to the ground, her hair soaked with cold sweat after the ups and downs. She stood up again with the help of the sword box. Without time to observe the magic of the magic weapon, she began to treat the four seriously injured people.
It's not a big problem. I can save his life and throw away the crutches after three to five years of care.
"Senior Sister, you...are dead too?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? We are not dead yet."
Chang Qingyu gritted his teeth secretly, took out a porcelain bottle, and fed the elixir to each of them one by one. This thing can nourish the soul, and it is exactly what the four of them urgently need.
"Senior sister, King Yan's minions have already reached Nanyi... We can't stay here for long..."
The seriously injured wanted to say something else, such as asking Chang Qingyu to take them away quickly, but his mind was in a state of confusion and he fell into a deep sleep halfway through his words.
Hiss!
Lu Bei stepped out, put the iron sword into the sword case and put it on his back.
"Master, you're back so soon. Where is the thief?" Chang Qingyu hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Thief?"
"It's that pretty boy who said bad things about our Wuliang Sword Sect!" When talking about the pretty boy, Chang Qingyu's tone became heavier, as if he had eaten a fly, and he was as disgusted as he could be.
Lu Bei said nothing and threw down a ruler.
Chang Qingyu picked it up silently. The earth immortal was gone just like that.
"He was very strong. He took two of my swords before he died."
"ah… "
Chang Qingyu's mind went blank, and he said awkwardly, "Master, I am just like you, my memory is not very good, I have forgotten what realm you are in now."
It is impossible to refine the void. Jin Tong threatened to die and threatened 'Tian Ming Zi' to use the Dao Yun to attack. Chang Qingyu believed that a dying man would speak well. Jin Tong would not lie. The crazy cheap master understood the Dao Yun. Zhao Qin was also a first-class sword master.
The question is, is the threshold of Dao Yun to transcend tribulation, or is it that only cultivators who have transcended tribulation to the fourth level can comprehend it.
Even though he was an extremely talented person, Chang Qingyu only knew one person, Jiang He. The latter had attained the Dao rhyme in the fusion stage, was less than a hundred years old, and was the designated crown prince of this generation of the Jiang family.
In other words, the Crazy Master is at least in the Fusion Stage, which is definitely not as simple as the Refining Void Stage.
"As a teacher..."
Lu Bei was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "I remember it was Lianxu, last year."
Crazy indeed!
Chang Qingyu mourned in silence, and then said happily: "Master, it is not suitable to stay here for long, your disciple will take you to..."
"Wait a moment!"
Lu Bei interrupted and said arrogantly: "Master, I don't remember having a disciple like you."
"So, Master, you have gone insane and have forgotten what your disciple looks like. If you don't believe me, think about it again."
"Ah, this..."
Lu Bei pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, there was a disciple. I don't remember clearly, but I only remember that he had a mole and hair on his butt."
Chang Qingyu's eyelids twitched. After all, she was a young lady from a wealthy family. Even though she knew that her cheap master was blind, she didn't have the courage to take off her pants.
"you… "
"Master, stop imagining things. Remember, your disciple's name is Chang Qingyu!"
"… "
Lu Bei nodded woodenly. Isn’t your surname Shao
"Master, besides those two bastards just now, there is another bastard named Jiang Suxin who said bad things about our sect. We can't let him go no matter what." Chang Qingyu said anxiously.
"Where?"
"Zhao Qin's capital."
"It's too far. I won't go."
Lu Bei walked towards the Kunlun Mountains and murmured, "Tianzi Mountain, Jinghong Cliff, that's where I want to go."
Chang Qingyu didn't hear clearly, and tugged at Lu Bei's sleeve, gathering all his strength and being dragged forward by him: "Master, it's not far, we'll be there soon."
"Tired."
"I… "
Chang Qingyu gritted his teeth and wiped the blood and sweat off his cheeks: "It's okay, I will carry you on my back!"
The camera turned and four white cranes flapped their wings and danced together in the clouds in the sky.
Looking closely, they saw four unlucky guys tied together with ropes, swinging back and forth in the air.
Above, Chang Qingyu held the rope with one hand, supported his cheap master with the other, and flew towards the Nanyi Kingdom stronghold with him on his back.
In order to help Jiang Heyi, the Chang family, no, she, Chang Qingyu, even worked like a cow or a horse.
With such a great favor, after Jiang He becomes emperor, he can use the whole country's strength to help her teach that pretty boy a lesson, right
"Disciple, I am hungry and want to eat roast goose."
"Master, we'll be there soon. Please be patient." Chang Qingyu advised.
"Then I won't go."
"I… "
Chang Qingyu was furious and shouted, "Master, wait a moment. I will go down and roast one right away."
The camera turns again.
Chang Qingyu was covered in dust and dirt, biting his lips, dragging four unlucky guys into the air.
Lu Beixi handed over the transportation tools and rode with a refreshing feeling. He ate the roast chicken while smearing the oil stains on his black hair. He squeezed his legs and said, "Disciple, this roast goose doesn't taste right!"
"ah… "