Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

As soon as Fu Qinghe saw their situation, he knew that the Tianhai Sword Sect was going to use the Great Dust Sword Formation.

This time, there were eighteen Grand Masters.

No matter how you look at it, he couldn't escape.

He turned his head to the north, which was where Shenjing was, and wanted to see the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and Fakong.

Since becoming Fakong's attendant, he didn't do anything for Fakong. Instead, Fakong helped him a lot, helping him to improve his realm and sending Lin Feiyang to help him do things.

Cutting off emotions and eliminating nature does not mean that you really have no emotions, but that you cut off your reliance on external things, and your emotions are not disturbed by external things.

Seek it from yourself, don't ask for help from others, and be self-sufficient.

He looked at Lin Feiyang again: "Brother Lin, go by yourself, you don't have to die with me."

Lin Feiyang laughed and said, "Old Fu, you surrender now? It's just eighteen Grand Masters, it's nothing!"

Fu Qinghe smiled.

He admired Lin Feiyang's heroism, and he couldn't be so bold and fearless.

I felt fear.

Who can let go completely in the face of life and death?

Lin Feiyang said: "Old Fu, don't fight them head-on."

"You can't escape." Fu Qinghe said: "Brother Lin, with your lightness skills, you can escape, so that the abbot doesn't have to avenge me."

"What are you talking about." Lin Feiyang said unhappily: "Depressed! You can't die, and we can't die. Listen to me, run!"

The eighteen people on the opposite side slowly approached, forming a fan, which was getting tighter and tighter.

There were two middle-aged men who were the two around Lu Jingxiu, the two who were previously scolded as idiots by Fu Qinghe.

"Haha..." They laughed heartily, very happy.

Looking at the solemn and solemn Fu Qinghe, the two felt even more happy, especially enjoying Fu Qinghe's frightened look.

Fu Qinghe's heart sank, his face was calm, but in the eyes of the two, he was already frightened and scared.

A middle-aged man laughed and said, "You bastard named Fu, prepare to die!"

"Fu Qinghe, if you surrender, I can give you a quick death!" Another middle-aged man sneered.

Fu Qinghe killed so many Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, there is no way he can live.

He knew that Fu Qinghe understood this, and he didn't need to live to tempt him, but he could tempt him with a quick death.

Otherwise, he would be seriously injured by them, his martial arts would be abolished, and he would be tortured before he could die. It would never be a quick death.

At that time, Fu Qinghe might not be able to bear the torture, and he would beg for a quick death, and his dignity would be lost, which would be extremely embarrassing.

Fu Qinghe glanced at him coldly, turned around and shot out with Lin Feiyang.

"Chase!" The eighteen grandmasters sneered.

Two grandmasters appeared in the distance, and the two turned around. There were two grandmasters in another direction, and then turned around, and there were two grandmasters.

Two grandmasters on each side, and the number of people in the Micro Dust Sword Formation.

This time they dispatched twenty-four grandmasters, which showed that Tianhai Sword Sect had made up its mind to kill Fu Qinghe.

Seeing this, Lin Feiyang shouted, "Old Fu, charge forward!"

"Be careful!" Fu Qinghe responded.

The two rushed towards the two middle-aged men.

Lin Feiyang felt that the six grandmasters who appeared behind him were stronger than the eighteen.

This was obviously a carefully planned hunt, not a hasty decision.

While running, Lin Feiyang looked at the sky, and the sun was shining in the sky.

He suddenly ducked and went into the woods along the treetops.

Fu Qinghe also went into the woods when he saw this.

The two grandmasters who intercepted him sneered, one ducked into the woods, and the other remained on the treetops.

In the woods, light and shadows were mottled.

Weeds grew everywhere, and branches were slanted.

Lin Feiyang suddenly became quiet and silent, his figure gradually blurred and disappeared, as if he had merged with the shadows in the dense forest, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other.

Fu Qinghe could not help but admire the profoundness of Lin Feiyang's Yuying Zhenjing, which was indeed a miraculous feat beyond the imagination of the world.

Lin Feiyang's disappearance was not only the disappearance of his figure, but also the disappearance of his breath, as if he had died without leaving a trace, and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

The intercepting grandmaster's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to call his companions to deal with it together, he felt something was wrong behind him and hurriedly slapped back.

"Swish!" Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared on his side and slapped him on the back.

If the grandmaster had not slapped back, Lin Feiyang could only slap his shoulder. When he turned around, his back was exposed and he was slapped firmly.

"Bang!" He flew into the air and sprayed a stream of blood, and then crashed into a tree softly.

The trees here were thick and tall, and he was trapped in them and couldn't struggle out.

Another grandmaster heard the movement above, and didn't think that Lin Feiyang would hit his companions away, and was about to ask.

Lin Feiyang had already reached his feet and slapped his left foot with a palm.

"Ah!" The great master screamed.

It was as if a thick needle pierced the sole of his foot fiercely, and a cold breath was like a nail directly nailed into his thigh, penetrating into his heart.

He fell back straight and hit the fork of the tree.

The branches shook violently.

The fallen leaves fell one after another, but he did not fall.

Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe had already broken through the siege.

The two of them ran up to the treetops again.

If you want to talk about speed, it's faster on the treetops.

The people behind saw them appear again, and the two companions who had blocked the position in advance were gone, so they knew something was wrong and accelerated to chase them desperately.

Fu Qinghe and Lin Feiyang seemed to have endless strength, and their speed was getting faster and faster.

The rejuvenation mantra in the Buddhist beads continued to work, and a steady stream of power was injected into the body. The more they ran, the smoother and more energetic they became.

"Ah!" Someone from the Tianhai Sword Sect roared in dissatisfaction.

Lu Jingxiu shouted: "Give me a hand!"

He jumped up, lowered his body in the air, squatted slightly, and stepped on the arms of the two grandmasters with his feet accurately.

"Go!" The two grandmasters shouted, raised their arms at the same time, and violent power emerged, shooting Lu Jingxiu out.

Lu Jingxiu also kicked his legs fiercely.

His fierce kick, plus the force borrowed by the two grandmasters, made him shoot out like an arrow.

He performed the Tianwai Feixian Sword Technique.

Holding the sword with both hands, his body and sword became one, turning into a white rainbow piercing the sun, with an extremely fast speed.

When Lin Feiyang was running fast, he realized something was wrong, turned his head and saw Lu Jingxiu rushing over.

"Not bad." Lin Feiyang laughed loudly, grabbed Fu Qinghe's arm, and suddenly accelerated.

Lu Jingxiu's Heavenly Immortal Sword Technique was expected to catch up with them, but the two of them suddenly sped up and actually surpassed the Heavenly Immortal Sword Technique.

Fu Qinghe felt that his eyes suddenly became blurred, and the light and shadow were distorted at an incredibly fast speed.

Then he recovered.

Lin Feiyang's breath suddenly became heavy.

He also used a secret technique to prevent Lu Jingxiu from catching up.

Fu Qinghe turned his head and looked at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang laughed complacently: "It's useless. You want to catch up with us? It's a daydream!"

He used the secret technique to consume a lot of energy, but the Buddhist beads have been continuously injecting energy, allowing him to recover quickly.

"Is it okay?" Fu Qinghe asked in a low voice.

Lin Feiyang looked down: "It's a piece of cake!"

Fu Qinghe knew that this was definitely not a piece of cake. This kind of secret technique can't be used just because you want to use it. The speed is ridiculously fast.

Looking at the two people gradually going away, Lu Jingxiu stopped dejectedly.

The remaining group of people who came after them also stopped.

"Keep chasing, they are young after all, their cultivation is definitely not as deep as ours, and their qi channels are not as long as ours." Someone said.

Lu Jingxiu shook his head: "It's useless, go back."

"Old Lu, you still remember the old friendship, right?" Someone said dissatisfiedly: "Do you still want to protect this guy?!"

Lu Jingxiu said lightly: "If we don't give up, we will be defeated one by one by Lin Feiyang in the end. I know his methods."

"With so many of us, they will definitely die if we set up the Great Micro Dust Sword Formation."

"It's a pity that they will never enter the formation obediently."

"In fact, there is a way." Someone said: "Fu Qinghe has nothing to worry about, but there is still a way for that Lin Feiyang."

"The Zhu Ni of Shenwu Mansion?"

"Exactly."

"This road is blocked. The head has already warned us not to provoke Shenwu Mansion again."

"... Damn it!"

A group of great masters all had gloomy faces and their eyes were like spitting fire.

It was a sure win, but he still escaped. It was a rare occasion to go out with such a big force but return empty-handed. They all felt ashamed.

More importantly, Fu Qinghe, the traitor, was still alive, which was a great irony to the Tianhai Sword Sect.

No matter what, Fu Qinghe must be killed!

"If it weren't for Lin Feiyang, Fu Qinghe would never have escaped!"

"Who said it wasn't!"

"Lin Feiyang should be the first to be eliminated."

"He's as cunning as a devil, it's hard!"

"Well, it's not that I haven't tried, but it didn't work, even at the cost of offending the Shenwu Mansion."

"Is he just unkillable!"

"..."

They had always been smooth sailing and invincible. This was the first time they encountered such a difficult situation. They couldn't accept it for a while, and they were all depressed.

Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe stopped at the top of a mountain, looking at the Shenjing City opposite, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Feiyang laughed.

Fu Qinghe was as calm as before.

"Old Fu, this time it's a relief." Lin Feiyang said with a smile: "Kill them all!"

"It seems that we are being chased to death." Fu Qinghe said.

Lin Feiyang waved his hand: "So many great masters are still setting up sword formations. It would be stupid not to leave, but they can't do anything to us. They must be very depressed. It's a relief!"

Fu Qinghe nodded.

No wonder Lin Feiyang lives happily, he is really open-minded.

He is obviously being chased and running for his life, not only is he not depressed, but he feels that he has won because he has not been caught up, so he is very happy.

How can he not be happy with this mentality?

"Think about it, Old Fu, you killed the guy who wanted to destroy your master's tombstone, which means you have achieved your goal, and you can come back safely. Isn't that worth celebrating? Let's go into the city and have a good drink. Don't go back until you are drunk!"

He pulled Fu Qinghe up and flew back to Shenjing City. He drank happily at Wangjiang Tower and returned to the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple in a slightly drunken state.

They entered the gate of the courtyard under the setting sun, and as soon as they entered, they ran into Zhu Ni walking out.

Her figure was as graceful as a willow branch.

Her apricot-yellow silk shirt made her skin look like snow.

Seeing Lin Feiyang drunk, she hurried to meet him.

Lin Feiyang was busy practicing his skills, and the aroma of wine instantly filled the air, forcing all the alcohol out of his body and regaining sobriety.

He hurriedly smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhu Ni nodded slightly to Fu Qinghe, dignified and cold, and then turned her head to look at Lin Feiyang, her eyes suddenly became gentle and affectionate: "Brother Lin, where have you been?"

"Hehe..." Lin Feiyang smiled triumphantly.

Fu Qinghe was tactful and took the lead.

Lin Feiyang then took Zhu Ni back to his courtyard and told her the story vividly.

Zhu Ni was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

She knew that the Tianhai Sword Sect's Dust Sword Formation was powerful, and it was terrifying to think about sixteen great masters performing it together.

Fortunately, Lin Feiyang was smart and ran away directly. If he was really arrogant and insisted on fighting, the result would be unimaginable.

While the two were talking, Lin Feiyang suddenly said, "The abbot is back, report to the abbot."

He and Zhu Ni arrived at Fakong's courtyard.

Fakong was drinking tea with his head down, and Xu Qingluo stood beside him coquettishly.

Seeing him come in, Xu Qingluo raised her delicate eyebrows proudly.

This time, she saw the opportunity quickly and grabbed the opportunity to serve tea.