Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The Buddhist and Daoist paths of Qingming are widely spread.

Unless there is a great feud, they almost never destroy someone's temple.

Such behavior... it's normal for others to be angered.

Jueyuan walked step by step, gently turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, his brows and eyes very calm.

The old man looked up at the sky above.

"Little friend."

"This old man will help you break through this wall."

"The rest... you can only rely on yourself."

As the old man murmured, Yi Ming, the vice sect leader of the Zixiao Sword Court, flew forward.

The four spiritual patterns above the Golden Immortal Ancient Disc behind him flickered with fluorescence.

Holding a long sword, he instantly arrived a hundred feet away from the old man.

"Monk, the front is blocked, take a detour."

Jueyuan didn't speak, but slightly lowered his eyes, his gaze passing over Yi Ming to the middle-aged man from the Tiangang Sword Pavilion.

Yi Ming frowned slightly, and the look in his eyes towards the old man gradually turned cold.

He walked forward towards the old man step by step.

With each step, the aura on the man's body became heavier.

The sword in his hand emitted bursts of subtle sword sounds.

Screech!!

Guo Yao of the Tiangang Sword Pavilion frowned slightly. He didn't understand why this strange old man kept staring at him.

His brows were furrowed, and he searched his mind, but had no impression of the old man.

"Heh, Yi Ming is still the same as before, his temper is really bad."

The Vice Sect Leader of the Xuanming Sword Sect in a black robe sneered beside him.

He didn't take the slowly walking old monk seriously at all.

The three of them are cultivators in the fourth level of the Golden Immortal realm here.

He really didn't believe that a monk who forcibly broke through to the fifth level of the Golden Immortal realm could cause any trouble.

But Guo Yao of the Tiangang Sword Pavilion felt a faint unease in his heart.

Because he felt that the old man's performance at this time was too calm.

Those eyes were even frighteningly calm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Seeing that the old man still ignored him, Yi Ming was furious.

His eyes turned fierce, immortal essence surged beside him, and he took a step, as if teleporting, instantly shooting towards the old man!!

The ground beneath the man's feet suddenly collapsed, blasting out a deep pit.

A deep gully appeared on the ground, and explosions sounded.

The sword in Yi Ming's hand let out a loud sword cry, and terrifying sword intent tore through space, instantly slashing towards the old man.

"I told you this road is blocked!"

"Bald donkey, you're asking for death!!"

Jueyuan took a deep breath, put his hands together and stood in place, opening his mouth in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

The old man stretched his hand into the void, and then a brown long stick about six feet nine inches long appeared.

The long stick was made of special metal, and the stick was more than two heads taller than the old man.

Many words were engraved on the stick, and upon closer inspection, they were actually individual names.

The two ends of the stick were slightly thicker, engraved with intricate patterns.

The old man's rough hands slowly grasped the long stick one after the other, and the aura of the whole person changed drastically!!

Guo Yao, who was still puzzled hundreds of feet away, suddenly widened his eyes, and the pupils of his eyes shrank sharply into pinpoints and trembled frantically!!!!

At this moment, he finally remembered who the monk in front of him was...

In his mind, a man with a dark red long stick and long hair draped over his shoulders gradually overlapped with the old man in front of him.

"Yi Ming, be careful!!!"

"He..."

"He is the Blood Stick of Beiming, Chang Yuan!!"

However, at this time, Yi Ming's figure had already instantly approached the old man.

The lines of the old man's rough hands were outlined, and the muscles of his arms bulged high.

The shadow of the stick flashed, and the sword momentum that Yi Ming had been brewing was suddenly interrupted!!

Bang!! Crack!!!

A stick hit his wrist, the long sword flew out of his hand, and his entire right hand was smashed!

The old man stepped forward, and the moment his right hand pressed down, the long stick went straight in and slammed into his chin.

Bang!!!

A muffled sound came, Yi Ming's head was dizzy, his head leaned back violently, and his body floated uncontrollably.

His entire chin was smashed into a bloody mess, and his bones were crushed into powder.

Jueyuan stepped forward in a bow stance, and the long stick in his hand danced with a tigerish wind.

As his figure rotated, the long stick stabbed out instantly in the form of a point!!!

Bang!!!!

The long stick pierced his stomach, almost piercing his abdomen.

The powerful force made the man's body arch like a cooked shrimp.

Under the venting of power, Yi Ming's body shot out instantly like a cannonball!!!

Whoosh!!!

Bang! Boom! Bang!!!

Yi Ming's body smashed on the ground, rolling on the ground like a broken sack...

The ground was smashed into one deep pit after another.

The long stick flicked, Yi Ming's saber rotated rapidly at one end, and with a light flick, it pierced through the void and shot towards Yi Ming's shoulder!!!

Pfft!!!

One of the bodies that was still rolling suddenly froze!!

A long sword pierced through his shoulder accurately, nailing him to the ground.

Under the inertia, his body was almost cut open by his own sword, flesh and bones!!!

In just one face-to-face encounter, Yi Ming, who was at the fourth level of the Golden Immortal Realm, was instantly seriously injured!!

A seemingly simple face-to-face encounter, but Yi Ming had an illusion that he had no power to resist at all...

The moment he drew his sword, he had already changed his moves several times.

But every time he felt that he would die in the next breath!!!

As a result, when the other party waved the long stick, he didn't even have time to draw his sword!!

And the change of the stick style is a bit like a spear, and there is no need for much movement on the hand.

Just moving the wrist slightly can easily change the trajectory of the long stick!!!

Guo Yao flashed forward instantly, raised his hand and pulled out the long sword from Yi Ming's shoulder, looking at the old man eighty feet away with a solemn expression.

Another man in black was also extremely solemn at this time.

"Old Guo... are you sure he is the rumored Blood Stick of Beiming?"

"According to the rumors, didn't he commit suicide after slaughtering more than a hundred members of his enemy's family?"

The elder of the Xuanji Sword Sect was even more shocked at this time.

He quickly took out the jade slip and wanted to pass the news out.

However, just as he took out the jade slip.

The crowd suddenly lost sight of the old man.

A brown stick shadow swept across instantly!!!

Guo Yao pushed the old man back hundreds of feet with a palm, drew his saber and slashed out!!

When!!!!

The long stick was infinitely powerful, and a horizontal sweep directly smashed the man hundreds of feet away!!!

And the elder of the Xuanji Sword Sect had half of his body smashed to pieces, and the jade slip shattered instantly.

Yi Ming and another man attacked at the same time, but still couldn't stop this stick!!!

Bang! Bang bang!

Boom!!

Deafening explosions sounded.

Jueyuan held the stick in both hands, posed with the stick, and stared at the few people with a pair of indifferent eyes.

"I have entered Buddhism, I will not kill you today..."

"Go."

Yi Ming, whose chin and wrist were smashed, stared at the old man with a sinister look.

The blood in his body surged, his throat wriggled slightly, and he forcibly swallowed it.

"Humph! What big words!!! Kill us?"

"What if we don't leave?"

The reason why Yi Ming said this was also because they couldn't leave at all.

As a lower sect, how dare they disobey the orders of the upper sect.

Guo Yao stepped forward slowly.

"Chang Yuan, you should still remember me, right?"

"I am Guo Yao!"

The old man was silent, glanced at him and said nothing.

"Chang Yuan!"

"For the sake of our old friendship, I advise you..."

"You can't wade through this muddy water!!!"

The old man looked at Guo Yao, his eyes a little dazed, and said calmly.

"Guo Yao..."

"You should know that even if it is muddy water, since I am here... I have already made a decision."

"It's you... a genius saber wielder with a heart higher than the sky, how did you become like this now."