Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"Take my sword."

Li Chijing spat out four words, and a blazing white light flowed from the long sword at his waist. He raised his left hand slightly, and the wind in the city leaning on the mountain suddenly calmed down, and everything above and below was completely white.

Deng Qiuzhi held the sword at his waist, his heart agitated. He was also a sword user. Although his cultivation level was not high, he also understood the grace of this sword.

"Yueque Sword Intent...Brother Chijing has always been very hiding and doesn't like to show off in front of others. Now that he has reached a dead end, he finally can't hide it anymore!"

The white light flows like moonlight and hits Chi Moxiu Yun's red light curtain slowly and quickly, as if it has penetrated a layer of window paper. It shattered in vain again. Seeing the coldness on his neck, Chi Moxiuyun had no choice but to shout with a pale face:

"Ancestor, save me!"

There was a sudden color in Li Chijing's eyes, and the white light passed over Chi Moxi Yun's face like moonlight without any damage. Chi Moxi Yun stood dumbly for a moment and said:

"Sword Intent?!"

Li Chijing cupped his hands, as if he had not heard anything, and just replied:

"Senior Brother Chi accepts the offer."

"good!"

Chi Moxi Yun screamed, his face still pale, and asked again:

"What kind of sword intent is this?"

"Yueque Sword Intent."

Li Chijing nodded lightly and answered him, but unexpectedly Chi Moxiuyun had a complicated expression on his face and murmured:

"What a pity! What a pity!"

"clang!"

Only then could the sound of the sword falling to the ground be heard, awakening everyone. There was a sudden murmur of whispers. Due to Chi Moxi Yun's life experience, they did not dare to talk about it, but everyone's eyes were full of shock.

When Li Chijing fell back into the mountains, Xiao Yuansi was already looking at him dumbfounded and asked in disbelief:

"Did you almost kill Chi Moxi Yun?"

"Don't dare."

Li Chijing sheathed his sword, looked at Xiao Yuansi's stunned look, shook his head and said:

"If I kill him, the rest of the Chi family won't do anything to me because of the needs of the Zifu master. It's just inevitable that they will take action against the family, just to teach him a lesson."

"Aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge and cause trouble to your family?"

Xiao Yuansi was a little curious and asked repeatedly.

"Chi Moxi Yuncai is arrogant and will not use such methods. I have been dealing with him for so many years and we still understand each other."

Li Chijing smiled, stretched, and saw a person walking outside the Dongting. He said respectfully:

"Senior, someone from the sect is here to ask senior to set off."

Xiao Yuansi suddenly paused. He had not been angry for more than ten years, and his expression became annoyed. His sleeves were windless and he said sternly:

"You can't wait so much!"

The man lowered his head in horror. Xiao Yuansi suddenly felt lost and apologized tenderly. Then he saw Li Chijing nod his head and said in a deep voice:

"Take me there."

"Jing'er!"

Xiao Yuansi called out, and Li Chijing took off the sword from his waist, handed it to Xiao Yuansi's hand, and whispered:

"Senior brother, take care."

After saying that, he went out and rode the wind down to the mountain peak, leaving Xiao Yuansi clutching the jade slip in the wind, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he had made some determination, and stared blankly at the horizon.

"Master... forgive me for not staying in the sect anymore..."

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Li Chijing entered the main hall on the peak, and there was a man in green clothes sitting in the middle of Chi Moxi Yun's position. His face was blurry. Chi Moxi Yun stood aside, lowering his head respectfully.

There was a person kneeling below, it was Deng Qiuzhi, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I've seen a real person."

Li Chijing looked at this man's posture and knew that he was probably a monk from the Zifu. He immediately bowed down and raised his head to stare at him, as if he wanted to see through the fog on his face and see clearly the true face of the monk from the Zifu.

"Be bold!"

Chi Moxi Yun was suddenly startled and said repeatedly, while the Zifu monk waved his hand and replied:

"It doesn't matter."

The man in green clothes and Zifu looked down for a while, the small jade seal on his waist shook slightly, and suddenly asked:

"Yueque Sword Intent. How long has it been since you mastered it?"

"More than five years."

The Zifu monk murmured for a while, then stepped forward and looked at his eyebrows to make sure there was no crescent moon pattern that he could not forget, and then he said:

"I have never supported Senior Brother Chi Wei's approach of giving away the geniuses in the sect one by one to pave the way for him alone. Unfortunately, the old man liked his style back then. Now he is the leader and his cultivation level is high. I just follow orders."

Chi Moxi Yun on the side quickly closed his eyes and pretended not to hear the words. Qingyi Zifu glanced at him and continued:

"stand up."

Li Chijing stood up, and with a gentle lift from the Zifu monk, he took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye he and the two of them were above the sea of ​​clouds.

The brilliant morning sun was rising in the sky, and the Zifu monks took him all the way south, across the flat wasteland outside Yishan City, and deep into the boundless southern border.

"So fast!"

The scenery around him passed by like lightning, the jungle under his feet blurred into a green, and the mountains in the distance were approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye. Li Chijing laughed softly and said:

"The monks from Zifu are really happy!"

The green-robed monk glanced at him in surprise. His spell maintained the speed of Li Chijing and Deng Qiuzhi. He nodded approvingly and replied:

"Unpleasant! Zi Mansion is also in Zi Mansion's embarrassment, but most of the time it doesn't have to be a pawn."

"You."

The monk in green looked at him again, smiled, and said softly:

"You are really mean to me. If things hadn't reached this point, I would have accepted you as a disciple and taught you well. But now you have to die. Even if the giant dragon fails to refine the pill, I still want to see you turn into ashes with my own eyes." Please feel free to go."

Li Chijing couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, and Li Mutian's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind. After counting the years, Li Mutian was probably dead. He was cut off from the news in Yishan City, and he didn't know what was going on at home.

Deng Qiuzhi had a gloomy face and stared blankly at the rising sun in the horizon. His cheeks were sore from the strong wind in the sky, but he was so lost that he didn't realize it.

It didn't take long for the two of them to fall into the forest. In front of them was a bottomless pool. The water in the pool was as green as jade, and there was not a single ripple.

Sitting on one side was a teenager who looked like a teenager. He was covered in a dark robe and shimmered like scales. He was leaning against a big tree and sleeping with his eyes narrowed. The monk in green cupped his hands and said respectfully:

"Senior, we have already arrived."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of green vertical pupils like snakes. He stared at the monk in green and whispered softly:

"Why is it you, Lieutenant Chi!"

"The master is in retreat to stay alive, and I'm just waiting for your elixir."

The young man shook his head, sneered, and said:

"I think this old ghost is afraid of me and doesn't dare to come to my southern border, so I have to ask you to come!"

Li Chijing was silenced by the pressure of the two men. He looked at the young man's green vertical pupils and thought to himself:

"This is the giant dragon that the monk from the Zi Mansion was talking about!"

The giant dragon took in Li Chijing, who was unable to move under the pressure of the two men. He looked at him and said with a smile:

"Daoji's 'Hu Yueqiu' does meet the requirements...just wait!"

Then he grabbed Deng Qiuzhi with one hand, looked at it carefully, nodded and said:

"As usual, this is a qi-training monk who has practiced secret techniques. He is no more than thirty years old, and his medicinal age is just right."

So he grabbed Li Chijing and Deng Quzhi and fell into the water. Li Chijing's eyesight went dark, and he landed in a cave full of jasper. There were jade tables, jade chairs, jade stands, jade stands, and a brilliant piece of jasper. There is a large golden stove with five people hugging it, with black and red flames burning underneath.

The big dragon patted his head, looked at his arms and arms, picked up a spell in his hand, and said with a smile:

"You are so delicious. If I hadn't agreed to Chi Laogui, I would have really wanted to eat you."

After saying this, he threw Li Chijing into the alchemy furnace, picked up Deng Qiuzhi, held it above the alchemy furnace, and scratched his chest and abdomen with his hand. The blood immediately burst open and rolled down. Deng Qiuzhi snorted and fainted. He died and was thrown into the furnace.

Li Chijing was still speechless and unable to move. Looking at the horrifying Deng Qiuzhi, he sighed slightly and watched the blood flow away bit by bit.

As all kinds of falling spiritual objects hit him, Li Chijing thought quietly:

"I had never even seen my father before he died, and he told me that in this remote southern Xinjiang, my elder brother would probably nag me again when I get to the underworld! The master is detained, my senior brother is also in southern Xinjiang, and there is only one senior sister left in the sect, and I don't know Can we preserve the orthodoxy of Qingsui Peak..."

The side of his body was already burning hot, Li Chijing secretly said:

"I just hope that the second brother and the third brother can take good care of the younger members of the family and see through the true face of the Qingchi Sect as soon as possible!"

There are a lot of people flocking here... I've been very busy these days, so it's a bit late~