Immortal Immortal

The teaching and preaching became more and more intense, and all the sword cultivators felt that every second seemed like a year.

At this moment, Elder Wu Xin suddenly paused for a brief moment and couldn't help but lean forward and open his eyes wide, scanning the sword ghost continuously.

Trying to find Li Mo who exposed his sword intent.

The sword's intent was fleeting, and Elder Wuxin had no choice but to withdraw his head.

Even though it was only a breath or two, it allowed all the sword cultivators to breathe. After recovering from their injuries, some of them took the initiative to unite together.

Veins popped out around Xu Guang's eyes, and his breathing became heavy.

"Hidden and hidden, are you planning to let the mantis stalk the cicada, leaving the oriole behind?"

Xu Guang thought of the two suspicious-looking oxen, but the latter had long since disappeared.

"What kind of method can a sword cultivator sneak into among sword ghosts..."

Xu Guang thought about the sword cultivators of Ziyang Palace he recognized, but none of them had similar skills, and the magic weapon and talisman were even more impossible.

His peripheral vision glanced at the other two sword cultivators of the Fifth Qi stage.

Taoist Bai Shuo noticed the strangeness of the Sword Demon before he did, and now his expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty, but Huo Fang remained unmoved.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

"Perhaps it was Huo Fang who deliberately interfered with me and Taoist Bai Shuo."

Xu Guang snorted coldly, and took out his natal flying sword [Fire Coal] with his right hand from his chest. The flying sword was shaped like a heart made of coal, and was constantly moving.

"Huo Fang usually doesn't care about worldly affairs except for practicing. Unexpectedly, he is quite scheming."

Xu Guang knew that he could not waste any more time. After taking a deep look, his consciousness was immersed in communicating with his natal flying sword.

Taoist Bai Shuo noticed that the two of them were keeping a low profile and reacted belatedly.

Compared with the sword intention in the dark that made his hair stand on end, the sword duel that was about to begin was the most dangerous thing that could threaten his life.

In the fifth stage, they closed their eyes one after another, and not far away was the training ground with missing arms and legs.

"call……"

Taoist Yezhuo was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, especially when Elder Wuxin leaned over, he even had the illusion that he was about to die.

His legs felt weak and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Senior brother, senior brother, please stop messing around, you will die."

Taoist Yezhuo couldn't help but feel lucky that Li Mo's reaction to restrain his breath was timely, otherwise he might have touched some of Elder Wuxin's taboos.

"If you interrupt me, I guess the sword cultivator can hold on for another half hour. We can first see if Xu Guang and the others are planning to..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Li Mo's figure disappeared.

It seemed that the moment his breath converged, Li Mo had already retreated to another place, and even Taoist Ye Zhuo could not detect any trace.

The corners of Taoist Yezhuo's mouth twitched.

"Is it possible that the newly promoted sword will not be able to command like an arm, so Tai has to retreat to the side hall for the time being?"

He thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed very possible. Anyway, he was wearing a trick, so there was no need to take the risk to knock on the immortal gate.

The Taoist temple opens once every 100 days. If it is not safe, just wait until March.

"Hey, if it doesn't work, just pretend that you are here to watch the show."

Taoist Ye Zhuo sighed.

Without Li Mo, it would be difficult for him alone to move forward and retreat freely. If you enter the game hastily, you will most likely have to explain it to the internal view.

After calming down, Taoist Ye Zhuo felt that watching the show was quite relaxing.

"Jin Yan is the most seriously injured, but she is obviously good at the sword with her right hand, and now she has adapted to Elder Wuxin's sword style. Well, not bad."

"The sword wounds of Volcano Foot are concentrated on the sides of both ribs, so there must be a flaw when the sword is drawn."

Taoist Yezhuo touched his chin and muttered to himself. His right hand subconsciously wanted to open the storage bag, and the gambling addiction in his heart was aroused by knocking on the immortal gate.

"It's boring. It's better for those colleagues from [Poison Horn] Jianzhong to let go."

As time passed, Taoist Yezhuo discovered that the swordsmanship perfected by Li Mo was superior, and that there were always some flaws in the swordsmanship of Kowxian Sect.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case, there wouldn't even be any room to fight back.

"Ahhhh..."

Taoist Yezhuo couldn't help but feel shaken when he heard the screams of a sword cultivator.

The situation took a turn for the worse.

The first person to be in danger was not Jin Yan or Huoshan Zu, but the layman Ruiming, who was among the top three in swordsmanship. The latter was not aware of it and accidentally entered the death place covered by the sword light.

It was already too late for Master Ruiming to escape, and a spark lit a corner of his robe.

Even in the distracted state, the strength of the physical body appears to be extremely fragile when viewed from the heart. The sword energy flashes past, and the broken limbs and flesh are scattered everywhere.

"No no no."

When Master Ruiming came to his senses, only his head was left connected to his chest and abdomen, and his right arm holding the natal flying sword was torn into several sections.

He subconsciously used his spiritual power to escape from the mind.

Click...

A crisp sound sounded, and a gap opened in the ground. A pair of skinned arms stretched out from it, grabbing Layman Ruiming and pulling him deep into the depths.

"Help me, help me."

Layman Ruiming's eyes widened, and as he gradually sank into the ground, he seemed to feel unspeakable fear, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

All the sword cultivators were inevitably shocked, but they dared not pay attention to Layman Ruiming.

After the casualties occurred, Elder Wuxin's spirit became depressed and crazy, his head hit the ground hard, and his sword swing was obviously affected.

Huo Fang opened his eyes and stepped forward without hesitation and shouted.

"Junior Huofang, I am willing to test the sword with myself and knock on the three gates of the immortal gate."

Elder Wuxin did not respond to the fire room, and a two-hundred-meter-long arm emerged from his abdomen and pierced his bloated head from the cochlea.

After the harsh sword cry.

His arm tightly grasped a bloody spine sword stained with cerebral spinal fluid.

The fire room met him.

The natal magical weapon is like burning wheat straw, bursting out the actual fire-burning sword intention. Compared with other swordsmen, it can be regarded as a kendo psychic.

There is no spiritual power and no skills, just the purest sword intention.

clang.

Huofang barely changed the trajectory of the Blood Spine Sword, and the robe he wore turned into ashes.

"Those who wish to live forever must first avoid it."

Elder Wu Xin woke up a little, and the continuous sword attacks made Huo Fang exhausted. At the same time, a bulge appeared on the latter's back.

The deformed arm broke through the bulge and actually competed with Huo Fang for his flying sword.

"Well."

The disadvantage of knocking on the three levels of Tianmen is [the intention corrodes the bones and muscles]. The corrosiveness of the sword intention is greatly increased, and the flesh and bones will be uncontrollably alienated.

Having to persist in alienation for three hours, Huofang could only grit his teeth and continue.

When Xu Guang saw that the fire room had attracted the attention of Elder Wu Xin, he saluted without hesitation and said: "Junior Xu Guang, I am willing to test the sword with myself and knock on the second gate of the Immortal Gate."

Elder Wu Xin pulled out the shorter white bone sword from the tail vertebrae and slashed at a tricky angle.

Whoosh.

Xu Guang did not dare to resist and dodge, but then he found that the skull gradually softened, and the brain unexpectedly sprouted eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The taboo at the second level of the Immortal Gate is [Trouble entering the house].

Taoist Bai Shuo frowned, looking at the chaotic sword fight, but did not speak until Elder Wuxin lost his patience.

Elder Wu Xin pulled out the third bone sword from his intestines and stomach. The blade was almost as long as the Blood Spine Sword of Sanguan.

"Junior Bai Shuo, I am willing to test the sword with myself and knock on the second gate of the Immortal Gate."

Unfortunately, Taoist Bai Shuo's efforts were of no avail. The White Bone Sword directly slashed him more than ten meters away, and his arms were twisted into twists.

He rolled around in embarrassment, but fortunately, the flying sword of his life was a brass eyeball, embedded in the tip of his tongue, so that he could not resist without arms.

Once you join the Knocking Immortal Sect, there is only one way to seek death and live.

"With the conspicuous target, and the fact that Elder Wu Xin is keeping three points, it is indeed a good opportunity to obtain the magic of Taiji Zhenxian Sword Body."

Taoist Ye Zhuo was ready to make a move, but he still did not act rashly.

He still wanted to find Li Mo, but the latter seemed to have disappeared from the world, and he even wondered whether he had been erased because of the use of spiritual power.

Taoist Yezhuo looked into the dark night, seeing that Ziyang Palace was at its busiest.

Demons and demons were wandering around the city, it was like a big fish eating a small fish, and some sword ghosts were left alive with only their skeletons.

The flesh and blood has been devoured.

Taoist Yezhuo estimates that there are only three hours left until dawn.

He smiled and murmured: "You are worrying too much, you are definitely worrying too much. Senior Brother Taiji will never choose to knock on the door of immortality when the deadline is approaching, right?"

"It's impossible even if you think about it. After all, when the sword cultivator's competition ends one after another, the sword cultivator who strikes last will inevitably become the target of public criticism."

No matter from which point of view, Li Mo should have given up.

But Taoist Yezhuo didn't know why, but he had a bad premonition, especially when he saw a faint mist filling the courtyard.

Dainichi Sword Tomb is dry all year round, and the fog does not seem to be caused by the humid environment.

Instead, it seems to be caused by rising temperatures.

It's just that because of Elder Wuxin's scorching sword energy, the temperature of Chuxin Guan was always high, so no one could notice it.

"hiss……"

Taoist Yezhuo thought about it and realized that the fog indeed appeared after Li Mo disappeared.

"Done."

He quietly slipped out of the human wall of sword ghosts. As soon as he was far away from Elder Wu Xin, the fireworks and sword intent in his mind became extremely restless.

Taoist Ye Zhuo was in a daze, and a tiny ash fell on his palm.

"I knew how the Thirteen Immortals would be content to be inferior to others."

All the vegetation within the scope of mindful observation began to spontaneously ignite little by little, and massive brilliant sparks were born from the ashes.

Mars floated into the sky, forming a gorgeous and bright golden galaxy.

Not to mention the people watching intently, all the sword cultivators in Ziyang Palace looked stunned, deeply shocked by the sudden pure sword intent.

"What on earth is..."

Taoist Bai Shuo dragged his body and couldn't help but froze on the spot.

He didn't know Li Mo's identity, but he only knew that the latter had been hiding in Sword Demon, using Elder Wuxin to polish his sword intent.

The opponent's inadvertently revealed sword intention almost caused his own flying sword to rebel.

"Who is it? Isn't it a disciple of Ziyang Palace?"

When Taoist Bai Shuo lost his mind for a moment, Elder Wu Xin's bone sword smacked toward his head. The threat of death suppressed his fear of Li Mo.

He stuck out his tongue and forcibly wrapped it around a sword demon to move.

But the Bone Sword is faster than imagined.

Whoosh.

Taoist Bai Shuo's facial features oozed blood, and he watched helplessly as the sword approached.

suddenly.

The bone sword stopped.

Elder Wu Xin took the initiative to pause the sword fight and stretched his neck impatiently.

The galaxy has burned out, leaving only ashes ripples in the strong wind. A man can be vaguely seen walking slowly towards the main hall.

Li Mo hugged the Fantasy Fish Sword, his right eye was closed tightly, and the Dharma Eye on his forehead was extremely mysterious.

The yang fish of the Cave God's Dharma Eye swallowed up the yin fish, and billowing smoke poured out from the all-white vertical eyes, and the smoke turned into sword light and surrounded the body.

"The sword box is full of dust, and the caged bird is full of sun and moon."

Li Mo no longer suppressed the Tao body, and the sound of bones colliding could be heard all over his body.

After taking three steps, his body had swelled to just over five meters, which was also the limit blessed by the Tao body, and the exposed energy and blood soared into the sky.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Xu Guang's natal flying sword fell, and Gu Jing Bubo's expressions were squeezed together.

He immediately recognized Li Mo, who was the Thirteen Immortals who could be easily manipulated not long ago. The terrifying aura now made his body and soul tremble.

"Swordsmanship? What the hell is this swordsmanship? Physical training is nothing more than that, right?!!"

Taoist Bai Shuo prides himself on his outstanding talent, but feels an insurmountable gap.

Facing Li Mo, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

The other sword cultivators retreated several meters in unison, and finally understood why Taiji was a Thirteenth Immortal, which represented the qualifications to become an immortal.

Being able to have the Twelve Immortals recognized shows that Li Mo is a freak among freaks.

Huo Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "If I had seen the Thirteen Immortals a thousand years ago, I am afraid that I would not have been promoted to the Five Qi stage today."

The sword ghost gave way to a path.

Li Mo ignored the glances and couldn't help but recall the Kuxian Sect thousands of years ago, where countless talented swordsmen were lost in the years.

"Who wants what?"

Whether it was an illusion or not, they actually felt that Elder Wuxin had regained his intelligence.

Li Mo bowed obediently according to the ancient Heavenly Sword Sect's teachings. He looked directly at Elder Wu Xin, and his hot sword intent seemed to be real.

"Disciples only seek the swordsmanship that can calm troubled times."

The words Li Mo said came from the last disciple that Elder Wuxin recruited before his death.

At that time, the Tianjian Sect was on the verge of destruction due to the drastic changes in the world. Generations of sword cultivators wanted to bring peace to the troubled times.

Elder Wuxin's head turned red as he tried hard to remember something.

"Troubled times, troubled times, troubled times!!!"

The blood and flesh on his back boiled, and long swords squeezed out of his bones. Blood and tears flowed uncontrollably, mixed with the smelly brain matter.

"Pick up the sword!!!"

"I'm sorry, Elder Wuxin."

Li Mo nodded and stepped out heavily with his right foot.

His figure disappeared, and after a delay of half a breath, the ground collapsed into a deep pit, cracks spread, and the deep pit was filled with surging magma.

Li Mo appeared three meters away from Elder Wuxin, his flesh and bones mutating crazily.

Huofang took a breath of cold air, and the taboos of knocking on the five gates of the Immortal Sect were applied to Li Mo at the same time, relying on his physical strength far beyond the same realm to resist.

"Huofang, kill him..."

Huofang turned his head in disbelief, Xu Guang's expression was distorted, the blood diverged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin gradually became black.

"Elder Wu Xin has no time to care about you and me now, so go and suppress the crazy one."

"Kill him so that I can live. I must kill him."

"Bai Shuo, kill him..."

Taoist Bai Shuo was indifferent. If the injury was not too serious, he even wanted to stop Xu Guang from going crazy and betray Li Mo to save face.

Li Mo stood a hundred meters high, invisibly confronting Elder Wuxin.

Xu Guang stared at Li Mo's back. The burning blood increased his strength. He jumped with both legs and pointed his sword directly at Li Mo.

"die!!!"

"The disciple has glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of swordsmanship and understood the superior sword intention."

Li Mo ignored Xu Guang and opened his right eye inadvertently. The boundless light dispelled the darkness in most of the Ziyang Palace.

The light engulfed Xu Guang.

boom.

Li Mo became the center of Ziyang Palace.

But even the Tiangong period sword cultivator couldn't clearly see Li Mo's figure. There was an indescribable miniature sun in the sky.

Just listen to Li Mo secretly say.

"Infinite light, here comes the sword."

Wisps of sunlight turned into sword energy and fought with Elder Wuxin's many limbs.

Countless sunlight radiated outwards, and then gathered towards Li Mo, using his sword intention to control the Yang aura of the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

Wan Jian returns to his clan.

Superior Sword Intent [Sun].

[The coding speed is really urgent, so I will pay back some of it first]