This is what cultivating immortals is like

The sword light is galloping, and the ripples are endless.

The meaning of Changchong Sword adopts a humble and peaceful heart, and controls the meaning of indifference and tranquility. The sky is infinite and its uses are endless.

The Changchong Sword Intent controlled by the mysterious man is as powerful as Lu Bei's, but the realm it contains is far higher than Lu Bei's. People can tell who is real and who is fake at a glance.

Both are false.

Lin Buyan is not like this.

Zhao Zihao and others were stunned and subconsciously took a few steps back. On a small barren mountain, there were actually two swordsman masters pretending to be Lin Buyan.

What a hell!

"impossible!"

Lu Bei's eyes widened. He didn't know what was going on in the Tianjian Sect, but in the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, in terms of Changchong Sword Intent, except for senior sister Bai Jin, everyone else was more or less a younger brother.

In this regard, he is very confident, and his posture is so good that it is difficult to keep a low profile.

For a moment, he couldn't help but doubt the identity of the mysterious man. He had to say that there was indeed a person with a Changchong Sword Intent that was superior to his own.

The master of the cheap master, Mo Buxiu, is Lu’s master, the second head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and a younger junior disciple of the generation - Mu Lichen.

But Mu Lichen was imprisoned in a small dark room, so there was no way he would show up here, let alone pretend to be Lin Buyan to rob the prisoner.

Mu Lichen is not a master who deceives his disciples like this. He is very moral.

"Who are you?"

Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, with golden light flashing in his eyes, trying to see through the other party's true appearance.

The mysterious man smiled faintly: "Changchong Sword Intention will not lie, Lin is Lin."

"Fart, Lin Buyan is not as confident as you!"

Lu Bei snorted coldly, and when he finished speaking, he noticed that Zhao Zihao and others had strange expressions on their faces, and smiled awkwardly: "Don't misunderstand me, what I mean is that Lin has his own flexible standards for making decisions, and he learned from my face. But he didn’t learn the essence of me, it’s a complete fake.”

"..."x8

You've already spilled the beans, so why are you pretending? X8

"What a eloquent person. You arranged Lin in front of Lin. I want to see who you are." The mysterious man raised his hand and raised the sword. The sword light floated, insubstantial and real, but his body did not move. Then there was an overwhelming force of swords, rolling toward Lubei.

"Did you see that, he is not Lin, he is too strong!"

Lu Bei raised his long sword, slashed down Liuguang in the air, and split the surging sword force in half with lightning speed.

"..."x8

You are very strong too! x8

"Not bad, worthy of a battle."

The mysterious man stepped forward with his sword in hand and said faintly: "In the past, Lin had to hide his cultivation to protect the integrity of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Today, the long sword is drawn to sweep away the haze. In the first battle, I will sacrifice your head to the sword."

With one step forward, the man and his sword turned into a white light, cutting through the void, and escaped to Lu Bei.

Behind him, the sword control skills were exerted to the limit, and the light of the galloping sword melted into the air. One minute, ten, ten hundred, in an instant, there was like a violent wind and rain, and countless sword lights and lightning and thunder.

The violent white torrent swept across, submerging the barren mountains and the land, shaking the earth and causing dragons to roll.

As soon as the dust rose, it was swept away by the misty sword energy.

From a distance, the barren hills were smoothed out by a wisp of white, and the sword light went away and came back again, like a dragon gliding across the water with a startling wave. The waves were silent and traceless, and everything in the way was wiped away.

The attack was a map cannon, which seemed to exceed the limit of Lin Buyan's ability. Even if the latter had the Great Power, he would not be able to kill such a stunning sword.

It's not a question of ability, but a lack of imagination. Lin can't play such a beautiful sword flower.

Zhao Zihao and others retreated, not because they didn't want to leave, but because they couldn't leave.

There was no way in or out around the barren mountain. There was a vertical barrier, which looked like a formation and a small world. They couldn't figure it out, let alone break the formation and leave.

Right now, there was nothing I could do except stare blankly.

"Two senior brothers, please listen to what Zhao has to say."

Zhao Zihao spoke quickly: "These two people came here strangely. I couldn't tell them apart at the moment, but one thing Zhao is very sure about is that they are not from our Iron Sword Alliance."

So, how long are you going to talk nonsense?

"Although many of my fellow sect members in Iron Mountain Prison have made big mistakes, they are still members of the Tianjian Sect like us. It is better to release them, explain the causes and consequences, and let us work together to find a way out." Zhao Zihao He looked at the two of them, waiting for their reply.

"no."

"It can't be done."

The two men in black robes decisively refused, and one of them said: "My brothers and sisters have received orders. If there are prisoner robbers who cannot be stopped, they would rather destroy Iron Mountain and banish the repeat offenders in the void than let them see the light of day again. .”

"Whose order is this, so cruel..."

Zhao Zihao was anxious and spoke quickly. He realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words: "It makes sense, but the current situation is not optimistic. We have exiled many of our fellow disciples. No matter who wins between the two, we will not be able to live with them."

"My brothers and I are willing to die for the sake of Tianjian Sect!"

"..."

Zhao Zihao's face was ashen, and he wanted to die in black robe. He didn't want to, a great future and wealth were waiting for him, how could he die in this barren mountain where birds didn't poop.

He said with a cold face: "Zhao is Elder Wu's direct disciple. If I am captured..."

"Don't worry, we will help you devote yourself to the Tianjian Sect before we die."

"..."

You sword cultivators deserve to die without a burial place.

Zhao Zihao was so angry that his face was distorted, and he secretly cursed that the ideological work above was not done properly. The sword cultivators were willing to die because they wanted to abandon Li Jing, not Qing Qian. If this matter was not dealt with as soon as possible, it would definitely lead to serious trouble.

…

Boom! ! !

The mysterious man holds a sword in the air, and a giant white dragon stalks the ground.

Lu Bei's vertical sword blocked the roar of the dragon's head, and he was pushed back all the way. His heart was full of uncertainty and doubts. It was obvious that everyone's swordsmanship was of the same level, but his long sword power could not do anything to the other party.

It's too strange, and it's not just as simple as realm suppression.

At this point, it is meaningless to play Lin Buyan, who has impressive swordsmanship. Lu Bei gave a low drink and poured immortal sword energy into the sword body. The boundless sword energy condensed and turned into a sky-reaching sword pillar, instantly erasing the white dragon figure.

"Huh?"

In mid-air, the mysterious man let out a surprised sound, and was attracted by the sword intent displayed by Lu Bei.

"Don't let that thief eat Lin's sword."

Lu Bei shouted loudly, stepped forward, and turned into golden light and rushed towards the mysterious man.

The air exploded with five fingers, the immortal sword intent condensed the fist edge, and the fist mark crossed the air, pressing the world slowly back.

What a sword!

The mysterious man took a deep breath, flipped the long sword in his palm, and the scorching white sword light instantly transformed, condensing into a white light curtain, protecting his entire body.

The fist seal bombarded, and the overwhelming roaring impact fell on the sword curtain, causing ripples to explode.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were turbulent, and the ripples suddenly escalated into turbulent waves, threatening to destroy them at any time.

The mysterious man was unhurried and raised his hand in the air. As his fingertips swayed, the sword light curtain rotated with the force of yin and yang. The two fishes swam between them, removing the terrifying force and easily dispelling the sky-shading fist seal.

Lu Beiwang's heart was pounding with fear, and he secretly thought that the great elder of the Emperor's Sect had something up his sleeve. The sword fist in his hand increased instead of falling, and struck heavily on the sword curtain.

Click!

Boom————

The stream of light exploded into pieces, and the world became silent.

The cathartic white light washes away the sword rain, gathers and disappears without a trace, and suddenly shoots out in all directions, causing chaos in the world.

The mysterious man thought he had overestimated the Immortal Sword Intent, and Lu Bei could not make any trouble in his hands. However, when he faced the Sword Intent, he realized that he had misunderstood. He did not overestimate, but underestimated.

The sword intent he had never seen before was far more powerful than he imagined.

Hiss!

The ripples of mercury swayed and shrank to a silver bead. The mysterious man held it in his hand, completely revealing its original appearance.

He looked at the trace of blood on the silver bead, his eyes full of horror.

What exactly is the sword intention?

Lu Bei: ∑(д;)

look familiar.

To be precise, I just saw it some time ago.

The great elder of Huangji Sect, Zhu Heng.

"Isn't this grandpa? Why did you come here in person? Is Aunt Eight okay at home? Did you beat Uncle Eight to relieve his anger when you were unhappy?"

Lu Bei put away his long sword and saw Zhu Heng's expression of confusion. He raised his hand and wiped his face, revealing his true appearance: "Grandpa, it's me. Have you forgotten? We worked together to sell Zhan Lexian for a good price that day. What’s the price?”

At a safe point, he took out the command token again and hung it on his waistband with a snap.

"Grandpa..."

Zhu Heng raised his hand and touched his chin, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and said with a strange smile: "I don't know when a filial child like you became a child. Since you call me grandpa, I can't embarrass you."

"It's necessary, Aunt Eight loves me the most!"

"hehe."

Zhu Heng's face turned cold, and he pressed the Huangji Sacrifice Seal with his backhand.

At the same time, the black sword in his hand swept across the sword technique, and the layers of sword light twisted the void, creating endless weird changes.

There was a bang.

The high-imitation version of Dashitian shattered instantly, and the sword light dissipated.

Zhu Heng's body shook twice, and a touch of fishy sweetness rose up in his throat. His expression changed, and he swallowed the sweet blood silently, and looked at Lu Bei with an even weirder look.

Such a profound idea, I can't imitate it. This is definitely not the Nine Swords Sword Intention.

"Boy, there's something wrong with you!"

Lu Bei didn't know what he meant, so he punched open the Huangji Sacrifice Seal in front of him, his face slowly darkened: "Who...are you?"

"Why do you, a thief from the Xuanyin Division, explain what the Emperor's Sect is doing? If you meet me today, you are lucky. For that person's sake, I won't embarrass you."

Zhu Heng took a step forward, and his figure disappeared without a trace between heaven and earth.

Lu Bei felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his body stiffened on the spot, his vision was blurry, the sky and the earth were hazy, as if a giant beast was dancing in the strong wind, disturbing the earth, fire, water and wind.

Immediately afterwards, two great suns bloomed in the dark sky, shining with brilliant power. His body and soul lined up on both sides.

Look carefully, it's not a big sun, but a pair of eyes.

In the outside world, Lu Bei stood in mid-air in a daze, dancing and making strange shapes, the kind that was hard to describe.

Zhu Heng reached out and took out an iron sword, tried to imitate the immortal sword intention, and once again exploded a large piece of black iron. He was thoughtful, looked at the sky after a moment, leaned over and walked towards Zhao Zihao and others.

Being playful for a moment, I wasted too much time and almost missed important events.

He raised his hand and touched his face, transforming into Lin Buyan's appearance. He fell to the ground like a normal person, and pointed his fingers into a sword and swept down.

Blood light shot into the sky, and two heads flew straight up.