Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"How powerful?" Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.

Finally, he had waited for a powerful master, and he had been itching to fight for a long time. It was like someone was sending him a pillow when he was sleepy.

"It seems that his lightness skill is better than ours."

"Is there anyone who can beat our lightness skill?" Zhou Yang asked curiously: "Such a guy is not an unknown person, right?"

You know, they are all grandmasters, and they have eaten Tianyun Fruit, and they have profound lightness skills.

In this way, it is rare to find someone in the world who can beat his speed, and now he has actually seen one.

Xu Qingluo turned her head and rolled her eyes at him: "There are many people in the world who are stronger than us, don't think it's rare."

"Yes, yes." Zhou Yang replied with a smile.

He agreed with his mouth, and his expression was perfunctory, obviously not taking it seriously.

If he was in Shenjing, there might be many grandmasters who beat him, but after leaving Shenjing, there are very few grandmasters who can beat him.

Zhou Yu whispered: "Arrogant."

Zhou Yang hurriedly became solemn.

This sounded familiar. It was what Master had always warned him about. He was indeed a little floating and not down to earth.

Xu Qingluo sped up again.

Zhou Yang and the other two followed closely, but even so, two small black dots appeared behind them.

They had excellent eyesight and saw the true faces of the two small black dots.

They were two middle-aged men in purple robes, who were chasing them with light skills. The purple robes were tightly attached to their skin, revealing the flowing muscle lines.

They were as slender and powerful as cheetahs, breaking through the wind's obstacles and getting closer and closer to the four of them.

Zhou Yang said, "Are they two brothers?"

The two middle-aged men looked similar, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, leopard eyes and lion noses, and they were fierce and rough. Moreover, their movements were almost the same, as if there was a string pulling them together.

After seeing the four figures, they moved faster and faster, as if there was a violent force pushing them forward, accelerating step by step.

From afar, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly, as if their bodies broke through the wind's obstruction, and the friction between the qi and the wind.

"Hey, that's a powerful move." Zhou Yang's eyes lit up: "We're about to be caught up."

"Speed ​​up again!" Xu Qingluo hummed.

She was much faster again, like a fish swimming in the water, looking light, breaking through the obstacles silently, completely different from the amazing momentum of the two people behind.

"Still running?" Zhou Yang had no choice but to speed up again.

Their qi was thick and endless, and after fully increasing their speed, they were like four shadows passing through the green grass, light and silent.

It had been a long time since they had run at full speed, and they all felt excited and refreshed.

The speed of the two middle-aged men behind had reached the highest level, and they were more than 200 meters apart, but they could not get closer to each other.

"Hehe..." Zhou Yang was immediately happy.

He laughed suddenly, and the two middle-aged men behind him suddenly accelerated again, and the sound of wind and thunder became louder, rumbling closer.

Two hundred meters away, just a blink of an eye.

Xu Qingluo shouted: "Form a formation."

The four people dispersed and drew their swords.

Zhou Yang shouted while forming a formation and drawing his sword: "It's amazing."

The four surrounded the two people, pointed their long swords at an angle, and stared at the two middle-aged men warily.

The two middle-aged men stopped, and their eyes swept across the four people with a look of scrutiny: "What sect are you from?"

Zhou Yang was about to speak, but Xu Qingluo smiled proudly and said lightly: "Shenjian Peak!... Who are you two?"

"Shenjian Peak?" The two middle-aged men frowned.

Their eyes revealed suspicion and caution.

Xu Qingluo said proudly: "What are you going to do? Do you think my Shenjian Peak sword is not sharp enough?"

Zhou Yang didn't expect Xu Qingluo to pretend to be a disciple of Shenjian Peak, and thought it would be a thrilling fight.

Xu Qingluo suddenly thrust.

A purple light flashed across the sword, and as the purple light appeared, the long sword suddenly accelerated, and in an instant it had reached the heart of the middle-aged man who was speaking.

"Wait." The middle-aged man dodged sideways and said in a deep voice: "Misunderstanding."

Xu Qingluo snorted and put away the sword, and said impatiently: "Who are you?"

"Since you are disciples of Shenjian Peak, please do as you please." The middle-aged man signaled that they could leave.

Zhou Yang shook his head secretly.

These two people are too lax, right?

Xu Qingluo had no intention of leaving. She was a bit unwilling to give in and said arrogantly, "Who are you?"

Another middle-aged man said in a gentle voice, "Border Patrol Division."

"Border Patrol Division?" Zhou Yu frowned and said softly, "Why haven't I heard of the Border Patrol Division in the court?"

"It was just established." The middle-aged man replied in a gentle voice, "I don't know the name of this lady..."

Xu Qingluo snorted, "You are from the Border Patrol Division, so what about your sect?"

"...Miss, you don't need to know, please." The middle-aged man clasped his fists and took a step back.

Shenjian Peak is vindictive. If these four people incite Shenjian Peak, they may retaliate.

Shenjian Peak can do such a thing.

Especially since the four of them are young and the masters of the eight great swords, they are even more youthful and energetic.

"I must know?" Xu Qingluo looked like she was looking for trouble, and said proudly, "You two have good light skills."

"Goodbye." The two middle-aged men suddenly accelerated, with the sound of wind and thunder faintly on their bodies. They were already a hundred meters away, and in the blink of an eye they were more than two hundred meters away, and then turned into a small black dot and gradually disappeared.

Xu Qingluo looked up.

The goshawk was still circling.

Zhou Yu whispered, "They really believe that we are from Shenjian Peak."

"They dare not disbelieve this domineering spirit." Zhou Yang laughed.

He knew that the key was Xu Qingluo's sword, which was the Thunder God Sword, the unique sword technique of Shenjian Peak.

This was the eight secret sword techniques of Shenjian Peak, and those who could practice it were all the direct descendants of Shenjian Peak.

Xu Qingluo exhaled: "Let's go, Dayong Wulin can't be underestimated."

Zhou Yang said: "The light skill is powerful, but they are too soft, right? They didn't dare to question us when they heard that we were from Shenjian Peak."

The light skills of these two people are indeed unique.

But it is a pity that they didn't fight.

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him: "That's because you don't know how famous Shenjian Peak is. If we really fight, we will be stuck in the quagmire. Let's go."

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Fakong glanced at them and nodded gently.

They cooperated with each other to resolve this fight, and they performed well.

In the martial arts world, fighting is only the last step. If you can avoid fighting, don't fight. It's best to use wisdom to solve it.

No matter how powerful a master is, once he takes action, it is hard to say that he will not capsize in the gutter.

Relying on force to act recklessly, walking too much at night will eventually encounter ghosts.

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A bright moon hangs in the sky.

Li Ying stood in the courtyard with her hands behind her back, not practicing sword.

Fakong suddenly appeared.

She glanced at Fakong and said lightly: "Did Prince Duan go to find you?"

Fakong nodded.

"Can you help me?" Li Ying said.

Prince Duan would not have collected information about Fakong, would not be unaware of Fakong's temperament, and still go.

It can only be said that Prince Duan's attitude is very full.

If it were someone else, he would be really grateful to Prince Duan and be devoted to him.

Fakong smiled: "I can't stand up and testify that they are masters of Tianhai Sword School."

Li Ying nodded.

This is natural.

Although Prince Duan asked for help, if he stood up to testify, Daxueshan would have nothing to say.

But he always felt uncomfortable and secretly dissatisfied.

What's the benefit of standing up and testifying against Tianhai Sword Sect?

Gaining the gratitude of Prince Duan?

He didn't care about the gratitude of Prince Duan, so in his eyes, this was a loss-making move.

Moreover, if he really wanted to help himself, he didn't have to use this method.

Fakong sat down at the stone table and poured two cups of tea from the red clay stove: "How is it, have you thought of any tricks to fight back?"

Li Ying sat over, took a sip from the cup, and shook her head gently.

Fakong said: "It seems that the battle between Tianhai Sword Sect and Liudao is inevitable."

Li Ying said solemnly: "At this point, Liudao has no choice."

Fakong shook his head: "Liudao still has a choice."

"What choice?"

"Ask the court for help and ask the court to stop Tianhai Sword Sect."

Li Ying smiled immediately, shook her head lightly, with sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

Fakong said: "First assassinate you, then deal with Liudao, Tianhai Sword Sect really wants to destroy Liudao?"

"If Liudao cannot be destroyed, we must injure him severely."

"But this does not conform to the court's idea." Fakong said.

"At the beginning, the court wanted to injure Diaoyuedao and others severely."

"It's a different time now." Fakong shook his head: "At that time, Liudao was too popular. After being severely injured, he was no longer the same."

If Tianhai Sword Sect and Liudao completely turned against each other and fought, I don't know how many people would die and how many innocent people would suffer.

In his opinion, this is really unnecessary.

As long as the court intervenes, their disputes can be stopped.

"The court will not care." Li Ying said lightly: "They still prefer Tianhai Sword Sect."

Fakong said: "This move does seem to be a sign of weakness, and it has brought down the prestige of Liudao, but Liudao originally attracted people not for its reputation, but for its martial arts."

The people who practice magic skills in the world are not greedy for the fame of the six paths of the magic sect, but for the powerful and quick martial arts of the Tianmo Secret Book.

As long as this point remains unchanged, no matter how high or low the reputation of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect is, there will be a steady stream of people practicing magic skills and thus entering the Six Paths of the Demon Sect.

"This will severely damage the morale of the Six Paths." Li Ying said.

"The disciples of the Six Paths should also control their tempers." Fakong said.

Although the Six Paths of the Demon Sect seem to be bullied under the Tianhai Sword Sect, in fact, outside the Tianhai Sword Sect, the disciples of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect rely on their numbers and have bad tempers, and often bully others.

Li Ying shook her head gently: "Difficult,... Difficult!"

It is still the Six Paths now, and I, the Demon Lord, am only the future Demon Lord, and I am far from being able to unify it now.

The high-level officials of any of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect do not want to ask the court for help.

Although asking the court for help is a shortcut, it weakens the momentum and shows weakness, which will inevitably damage the status in the minds of the disciples.

Moreover, Liudao had new and old hatreds against Tianhai Sword Sect, and they were not completely defeated yet. They still felt that they could compete with Tianhai Sword Sect.

Asking for help from the court at this time was like kneeling down to beg, and the disciples of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect were ashamed of it.

Fakong looked at Li Ying.

Li Ying turned her head away and did not meet his eyes.

Fakong sighed: "Are you going to assassinate Xie Daochun yourself?"

Li Ying frowned and glared at him, but did not speak.

He knew that he could not hide it from Fakong.

Fakong shook his head and said: "I advise you not to go."

Li Ying snorted: "Are they really that strong?"

Fakong nodded slowly: "You can deal with one or two, but you can't deal with the sword formation formed by eight people."