I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Nameless looks like a madman, with white hair flying around.

The scarlet sword qi condensed into a phantom in the shape of a three or four-foot long sword, blatantly slashing towards Zhou Yi's protective air shield.

"Duke!"

"Stop!"

"Old thief dare..."

One after another voices were anxious and panicked, Zhou Yi is not alone now, and the future lives of countless people are tied to him.

I would rather perish myself than let the duke die!

However, Wuming was too close and the sword energy was too fast to block it.

boom!

There was a piercing loud noise, and the protective gas mask shattered in response.

Sword Qi slashed towards Zhou Yi's neck, and Wuming's eyes were full of hatred, as if the two had a sworn feud.

"It's time for our family to show some real skills!"

Zhou Yi's complexion remained unchanged, and mighty true energy gushed out from his dantian, overlapping and condensing into a nine-layer protective air shield.

Nine Realms!

There is a martial arts secret book in the Sutra Pavilion, which uses majestic true energy to transform into a protective body, which can prevent hidden weapons and poisonous powder from knives, guns, swords and halberds. After the completion of the Book of Changes, relying on his own majestic zhenqi, his defensive power increased by nine times.

Boom boom boom...

Five loud bangs came, and the sword energy was exhausted.

The hatred in Wuming's eyes turned into astonishment, and he couldn't believe it. There is actually someone in the world who can block the Extinguishing Love Sword Art, even the two in the palace can't resist it.

"Jie jie jie..."

Zhou Yi let out a few smug smiles, and his figure suddenly swelled, turning into a golden giant of two feet long.

"Sword God is a senior in Jianghu, he gave up three swords, and it's our family's turn to make a move!"

The palm as big as a dustpan whipped up a gust of wind, and it directly slapped Wuming's head without any subtle moves.

Wuming used his bodyguard to resist, and felt the terrifying force, and he was thrown out directly. Before he landed in the air, he saw Zhou Yi jumping up, and another pair of fists struck him.

"A good King Kong is not bad!"

With a sound of admiration, the long sword burst into brilliance, and it was lifted by Zhang Xu out of thin air under Wuming's body.

Zhou Yi punched the air with both fists and landed on the ground. He looked up and watched Wuming continue to use the power of the long sword to fly tens of feet into the air, and he had already left the range of the army formation.

"What a heavenly sword technique!"

There was a blaze of fire in Zhou Yi's eyes. If he could master this sword technique, based on the majestic true energy, he might be able to fly hundreds of feet away.

The world is free to go!

The nameless breath slowly fell, the red eyes disappeared, and the long sword was slung across his waist.

"Grand Du's martial art is not weaker than innate, and this old man considers himself a formidable opponent. However, for the safety of his comrades in the world, this old man has no choice but to lose face and use a sneak attack to kill demons!"

"Sword God is worthy of being a master of righteousness, so he made our family a monster first."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Our family raises the military salary for His Majesty, and just now we have opened up the territory in the Northwest, and we are going around to monitor and measure the acres of land, and reduce taxes for the people of Li."

"This kind of thing can't be compared with a thousand or ten thousand righteous ways. You are just claiming to be righteous, but you are actually using your name to exclude dissidents!"

Wuming was silent for a while, then sighed, "Let's leave it to future generations to discuss right and wrong!"

A smile flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. We don't know how long our family can live, let alone hundreds or thousands of years. No matter what future generations say in the future, we will definitely revise it again.

History books are written by people who lived long!

Later people judged the predecessors based on history books. It is not Zhou Yi who has the final say on who is right and who is wrong.

"Sword God, we have a question and ask for advice."

Zhou Yi asked: "You killed the nine races in order to break through the innate, and you must have already exterminated your emotions. How could you go against the court for the mere kindness of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"It's for practice."

Sadness flashed in Wuming's eyes, he turned and left, and the voice came from the wind.

"The old man will assassinate at any time, and the duke needs to keep the stellar energy above the fifth level all the time, so as not to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard an order from behind.

"Let the arrow!"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating was continuous, and densely packed arrows were shot, covering Wuming in all directions.

"Shameless You!"

Wuming drew out his long sword, slashed out sword energy continuously, and swept away all the arrows.

"Our family is both a demon and a stray dog. If it is not shameless, it will be in vain."

Zhou Yi waved his hand: "Xie Guerrilla restrains the Sword God, and the Supervision Department joins forces to encircle and kill him!"

One order.

The masters of the Supervision Department used light kung fu one after another, braved the rain of arrows to encircle the sword god, and used hidden weapons such as poison needles and poison darts one after another. They didn't want to hurt Wuming, as long as he stayed where he was.

"The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and he has survived a narrow escape, so why should he pay attention to mere siege?"

The nameless zhenqi circulated as fast as lightning, and the zhenqi shield ignored the hidden weapons and arrows, and the long sword easily penetrated the chests of the two Dongchang fans.

The besiegers on the left and right just came to their senses and hurriedly retreated with lightness kung fu, but they couldn't be faster than Wuming, and two more people died in an instant.

"Sword God is so murderous!"

With the blessing of Zhouyi's terrifying and strange power, without any light work, he jumped with amazing speed, and landed in front of Wuming.

Eight Arms God Fist!

The second-rate palm technique in Jianghu, after performing the eight palms almost at the same time, it seems that the eight arms are against the enemy. In the undamaged state of King Kong, each palm is amazingly powerful, and the sword god who hits it flies back.

Wuming took advantage of the situation to break through to the west, killed four fans in a row, and met Zhou Yi head-on.

"Sword God, everyone who cares about our family is dead, and you are no exception!"

"The Duke cannot keep this old man!"

Wuming only tried it out twice before he knew the strategy of Zhouyi, relying on hundreds of Dongchang fanzi to consume his true qi, it would be difficult to use light kung fu when his qi was exhausted.

Throwing the long sword with a wave of his hand, he rose into the air and stepped on the sword, at the same time performing the sky sword technique.

The footsteps jumped forward with the help of strength, and the long sword was drawn by the true energy, and it just appeared at the place where it landed.

"Let the arrow!"

Xie Guerrilla gave the order, and the archers threw three consecutive rounds in the direction of Wuming's escape, covering a radius of tens of feet.

The Dongchang fanzi were naturally within the range of the arrows, while resisting the arrows, at the same time they closed in on Wuming, and several of them were injured by the arrows.

Wuming was floating in the air, almost all of his true energy was used to perform the Heavenly Sword Technique. Seeing the arrows enveloped him, he fell to the ground with a helpless sigh, and used his swordsmanship to sweep away the arrows.

at the same time.

Xie Guerrilla ordered the infantry to advance and set up an army formation hundreds of feet away from the Sword God.

If the archer can't shoot down Wuming, let him fly and defeat Baizhang, no matter which direction he breaks through, there will be thousands of soldiers fighting with him.

There are more than 300 cavalry on the periphery to support, and the group charged forward, and the sword god had to retreat.

"The ancestors once used an army of thousands of people to cooperate with the generals in the army to fight and kill the innate masters of the previous dynasty. The descendants are not talented, and they are blocked by four times, and the name of Pingjinhou is not in vain!"

Xie Guerrilla put to good use what he had learned in his life, tried his best to dispatch the army formation, and trapped Wuming in the army formation.

The Heavenly Sword Technique was very expensive, Wuming performed it more than ten times in a row, and during this period he kept fighting with Zhou Yi, and 70% to 80% of the true energy in his body had been consumed.

As the state declines, it becomes more difficult to break through.

More than 300 Dongchang fans died, and hundreds of them died, and the rest were all masters, fighting with Wuming from neck-to-neck to slippery like ghosts.

Among the broken limbs and wreckage everywhere, Wuming held a long sword and looked around feeling sad.

"Could it be that the old man died today?"

"Sword God, don't worry, our family will definitely find a geomantic treasure for you, erect a monument to remember it, and spread this matter to the world!"

Zhou Yi hides among the Dongchang Fanzi group, the more victorious he is, the more cautious he must be.

It is impossible to say that Wuming has some desperate moves, breaking through the Nine Layers of True Astral, the Vajra Indestructible Body, the lining of the armor, and the secret technique of nourishing qi inside...

Maybe it can really endanger your life, but you can't take risks with people who are about to die!

"Whoever can take down the head of the sword god, our family allows him to rule the whole house!"

There is only one life in Zhou Yi, if you have money and official positions, you can kill Wuming with hard blows.

When Dongchang fanzi heard this, their excited eyes lit up, seeing Wuming no longer had any fear, but a walking gold ingot, wishing to pounce on it immediately.

The Department of Supervision delegated to the internal servants of each prefecture, and the official title was the Supervising Eunuch.

With great power and great power, it is even better than the local governor.

It is rumored that the supervisory eunuchs of the wealthy prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River received millions of taels of silver in just half a year.

"kill!"

The fans were so murderous that they didn't dodge or avoid changing their wounds abruptly with Wuming.

Wuming, who was already on the verge of decline, beheaded more than a dozen people, and there were seven or eight sword wounds on his body, and the blood stained the red linen clothes, including Fanzi's blood and his own blood.

Seeing this situation, Fanzi became even more vicious in killing.

Wuming was exhausted from dealing with it, and the remaining true energy was difficult to stretch even the sky swordsmanship. Looking at Zhou Yi, who was watching the excitement twenty feet away, he couldn't help sighing to the sky.

"I am not afraid of death, I wish I could be invincible in the world!"

While speaking, Wuming's eyes changed, from gray and dim to bright red.

"Use the sword, sacrifice your life!"

Seeing this situation, Fanzi who was besieging didn't know that he was going to fight desperately, and each used light kung fu to retreat, but it was too late, and hundreds of sword qi were shot out from Wuming's body.

Within a radius of ten feet, no matter how true qi, inner armor body protection, and sword qi can easily break through.

There were screams again and again, the lucky ones had their arms and legs broken, and the unlucky ones had their heads chopped off by the sword qi.

Until the sword energy dissipated, Dongchang Fanzi killed more than a hundred people in an instant, and the rest were more or less wounded. Seeing that the nameless breath was cut off, they still stood where they were, ignoring fear and killing them.

The fastest one was a majestic man with a full beard, his lower abdomen was pierced by sword energy, and a small part of his intestines flowed out.

Covering his stomach with one hand, he swung a knife with the other to chop off Wuming's head.

Violence flashed in the eyes of the rest of the fans, and they couldn't help but fight for it. Hearing a soft cough behind him, he immediately regained his sanity and bowed back to make way.

The man knelt on the ground with a puff, raised his head, and let his intestines flow out.

"Grand Du beheaded the sword god, named it Zhenjianghu, humble congratulations to Duke Du!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Zhou Yi took the sword god's head and smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, what's your name?"

The man replied respectfully: "Humble Zhou Guan."

Zhou Yi said: "My surname is Zhou. We were a family five hundred years ago. Our family keeps what we say. We will be able to serve as supervisory eunuchs after a while."

"Thank you Duchess!"

Zhou Guan looked ecstatic, it was really worth the money to change his surname in the Yamen, the inheritance of the ancestors is not as important as the glory and wealth, in the future all descendants must have the surname Zhou.

One day the governor will change his person, and then change his surname!

Zhou Yi said: "I have time to go to the cleansing room, get rid of the roots of troubles, and enter the list of on-duty palace supervisors."

"Purify yourself?"

Zhou Guan was stunned for a moment, he was originally a murderous man with a penchant for women, so he would have nothing to play with when he became a eunuch.

"Supervising the eunuch, this official name was originally set up for the servant, and it is impossible to take the position if it is not the servant."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "If you don't want to cleanse yourself, our family can let you be promoted to the head of the Supervision Department. This is also the highest official position other than the internal servant. Anyone who wants to go up will have to go to the cleansing room!"

The backbone of the East Factory is the servant, and it has been in the past and will be in the future.

Zhou Yi doesn't care that most of the servants are greedy for money, and controlling Dongchang is more important than any other problem.

"Humble... our family obeys the order!"

Zhou Guan listened to his servants a lot on weekdays, and he had already learned in private that he didn't even want his ancestors for the sake of wealth and power, let alone mere troubles.

"You guys can do great things."

Appreciation flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes, how many people in the world are willing to worry, and those who can draw a knife out of the palace are all ruthless people.

During the conversation.

Wen Tongzhi searched the unknown corpse and found a scroll of brocade silk from his chest, which had been tested to be free of poison, so he didn't dare to read the contents inside, so he bowed and offered it.

"Duke, please check it yourself."

Zhou Yi glanced left and right, and everyone immediately took a few steps back, and opened the brocade silk after using the real body protection.

Extinction Sword Art!

The four seal characters at the beginning made Zhou Yi look happy. This technique can break through the innate forcibly. It may be a little abnormal when performing it, but it is also a peerless magic technique.

Continue to read backwards, and sure enough, as Wuming said, the great achievement of this skill requires the extinction of the nine races.

"There is no such thing as killing the Nine Clans with one's own hands in the exercises. As long as there are no relatives in the world, you can reach the state of despair!"

Zhou Yi's strength is comparable to that of a congenital master, and he has borrowed many exercises from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. His martial arts vision has reached the peak, and he soon understood the mystery of the sword of extinction.

The beginning of the sword formula clearly states that the innate realm is to refine the innate qi into the body, and transform the acquired zhenqi into innate zhenqi.

According to Eunuch Xu, the innate qi that can be clearly sensed is extremely rare, and the Daqing royal family only has a cold pool in the palace.

"Such a rare thing has trapped many Houtian warriors in the realm, and among them is the Pure Daoist who created the Extinct Sword Art..."

It is recorded on the brocade silk that the method of keeping one's health is pure and excellent, and one is also intensively cultivating Taoist parents to generate true qi. He has lived to be a hundred and forty-five years old and is still able to walk like flying.

At this time, all the pure descendants have died, even the disciples, grandchildren, disciples and great-great-grandsons of the Taoist temple are all dead.

There are no relatives and friends related to purity in the world, so he lives alone in the mountains, accompanied by flowers and plants, and neighbors with tigers and leopards. Although he is alive, he is no different from death.

Qingjing's lifespan will be exhausted for a hundred and fifty hours, and she knows that the time of death is approaching.

Approaching the death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao, Qing Jing not only did not have a weakened breath, but became more sensitive to the heaven and earth, and discovered all kinds of thin innate qi floating between the heaven and the earth.

Yang Qi, Yin Qi, Death Qi, Evil Qi...

So many, choose one to break through the innate.

While being pure and happy, she sighed helplessly, her lifespan has reached the limit of the human body, even if she breaks through her innate ability, she can't live for a few more days.

Before she died, Qingjing compiled the method of sensing innate qi into a book, and named it Wangqing Jianjue.

When the nine clans, relatives and friends are all dead, and there is only heaven and earth left in the world to rely on, people will be able to sense traces of the thin innate energy and use this to break through the realm.

"Those who later obtained the Forgetfulness Sword Art couldn't kill the relatives and friends of the Nine Clans, so they personally sent the Nine Clans on the road."

"As the younger generations continue to comprehend and perfect the sword art, it gradually transforms into a skill that anyone can practice, and it has changed from forgetting love to being unfeeling and exterminating love..."