Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Seeing Tang Shedu's halberd stabbing straight into Li Yuan's heart, Dragon Slayer Jian frowned, his hands clasped together, his spiritual consciousness moving frequently, and the black and red token finally reluctantly emitted a gray light and shook it open [ Zhige].

The black and red token threw [Zhi Ge] away in one breath, a hazy glow rose from top to bottom, and the six lines on the back lit up slightly.

Tang Shedu stretched out his long arms, but there was a buzzing sound. His eyes were sinister, and the golden armor on his body lit up with a white light like fire. It was so hot and dazzling that it shook away the magic weapons of several people. He was like a god descending to earth and shouted:

"Take your life!"

Li Yuanjiao at this end only felt a strong force coming from him. He suddenly moved in the air and avoided the vital point.

Li Yuanjiao felt a chill in his lower abdomen. A bright white light blade emerged from in front of him. Almost at the same time, sharp golden energy spurted out from the halberd's light blade and rushed towards his internal organs.

Li Yuanjiao spurted out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps across the river. At the same time, he activated his blood escape technique and quickly moved away. He took out a [Wanling Flower] in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The flower melted in the mouth, and a sense of coolness arose. The golden energy in the internal organs seemed to have lost its direction, motionless and silent near the wound.

And with the help of [Six Ding Binghuo Order], Li Yuanjiao managed to escape three feet from Tang Shedu, but he did not dare to neglect at all. He took out the last foundation-building talisman in his hand, cast a spell, and a white light shone on his body. shield.

"Damn it!"

Tang She on the other end did not kill him with a single blow and lost the opportunity. His eyes lit up with blazing white light, and his armor also glowed, floating in the air. He was so angry that he seemed to have used some trump card.

"Qiang!"

The halberd reverberated, knocking away the dragon-slaying sword's golden hammer with one blow. Holding it upside down with both hands, the white-gold halberd whirled, and blocked a golden light, turning it into a golden arrow and escaping.

The golden-white light set off a wave of wind in the air, and the blazing white light in Tang Shedu's eyes quickly dimmed. Taking advantage of the power of the last blow, he raised the halberd over his shoulder and threw it fiercely.

In the distance, Li Yuanjiao had just driven up the mysterious spirit mist, but his heart suddenly felt cold. The foundation shield in front of him exploded, and the spirit mist in his hand collapsed. His magic power seemed to be imprisoned by the formation, swaying and flowing. , as if they were about to disperse in the next moment.

‘What a clever spiritual weapon! ’

Ten feet away behind him, a bright and tiny stream of light flashed past. It was the Zifu spiritual weapon [Quiyun]. This spiritual weapon had been dormant for a long time, and it was waiting for him to use the spiritual mist to escape. Heart.

The power of Zifu's spiritual weapon was activated, and the immortal foundation in his body suddenly fell silent. His magic power was motionless and stagnant everywhere in his body like muddy water. The golden energy in the wound was about to move.

And his magic power was imprisoned by this spiritual weapon, and he could hardly stand due to the wind under his feet. He finally understood why Dragon Slayer Jian remained sluggish after taking a sword from this spiritual weapon. If it had been anyone else, he would have fallen off the clouds long ago.

In the flash of lightning, a thought came to his mind:

'Fortunately, Yu Muxian is dead... I just used my life to stop everyone's criticism...'

The next moment, white-gold light penetrated through his chest. The two blades of Tang Shedu's halberd were three feet long. When stretched out, it had long exceeded the width of the human body. His chest was incinerated out of thin air, and it flew high above his shoulders. rise.

"Boom!"

Tang Shedu had already prepared more than a dozen talismans in his sleeves, and he struck them in all directions. He moved forward and reached behind Li Yuanjiao in two steps. He easily took the halberd and rode the wind forward.

He didn't look back, he was sure in his heart that this person was dead. After being hit by [Quiyun] and piercing the heart, he was already wandering in the gate of hell. But he died early and died late, and his entire chest was cut by him. Even if it was Zi Mansion There is no way he can be saved even if he takes action.

'This person is dead, at least he can give an explanation to Master...'

He had just received this idea in his mind, but there was a scorching heat behind him. Tang Shedu turned his head suddenly, and saw a lively open flame falling from the sky. Dragon Slayer Jian was covered in flames, with his hands clasped together, and the anger in his eyes almost flowed out.

He practiced the "Male Fire" method, and the flames he released were hazy around the edges but bright inside. They traveled individually, densely packed all over the air, and gray mixed fires flowed in the air. The two fires intertwined, which was very terrifying.

But in the end, Tulongjian was half a step behind him, and his other hand had to cover the wound left by [Quiyun] on his abdomen. Tang Shedu just sneered and stepped back, the hatred in his heart was greatly released. Somehow he even said:

"If it was useful, you would have rescued him long ago... It's just the anger of incompetence and self-hate!"

But when he stopped like this, he gave others an opportunity to take advantage of him. Dragon Slayer Jian was like a fire god descending into the world, looking at him coldly, and took the opportunity to spit out a bright-colored bead from his mouth.

A sense of danger arose in Tang Shedu's heart, but he did not have the genius of Yu Muxian's clever control and meticulous spiritual analysis, so he could only retreat with all his strength.

The two of them chased and fled, flying for several miles. Unexpectedly, the six lines of [Six Ding Fire Order] took advantage of the gap between the chase and escape to light up one by one, and the fire bead moved dozens of feet horizontally. , suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Shedu's expression changed greatly, and he said in shock:

"I…"

He only uttered one word, and a violent firestorm rose from the sky, bright inside, and the hazy light around him swept past. Tang She was like a bird with broken wings, falling crookedly into the clouds.

Tu Longjian shot out the fire bead and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The hand covering his abdomen was full of blood. He watched quietly as Tang Shedu disappeared, his spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and there were waves of fluctuations on the token:

"I know you are angry, but please don't chase me...you are too impulsive! If you continue to chase me like this, will your plan and mine come true?"

Tu Longjian stood up out of thin air, the anger in his eyes slowly fell, turning into deep loneliness, the black and red token jumped, fearing that he would act out of anger, he repeatedly advised:

"You have done your best to be benevolent and righteous! That person... that Li Yuanjiao is going to use his life to ensure that Yu Muxian dies without a burial place! A ruthless person... is really a ruthless person... Damn it... if such a person were in modern times... maybe he could really stir up trouble in the world. Storm."

"Shut up!"

Tu Longjian choked him and looked at him coldly:

"I'll settle the score with you when I get out!"

Tu Longjian had a gloomy face and rode back on the wind, leaving only the flames slowly dissipating in the air. Under the clouds, a bloody light finally appeared on Tang Shedu's body and quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds. His armor was faintly black. , covered with black smoke, bowed his head and rode the wind, feeling both hate and shock in his heart:

'what! I have only been practicing for a few years... maybe it is another Guo Shentong... If the situation was not wrong, I should have killed him before leaving! This is causing trouble. ’

On the surface, he looked very embarrassed, but his injuries were quickly stabilized. After all, he had been practicing for hundreds of years, and his various methods were beyond the capabilities of those young monks. He took a pill and settled on a mountain peak.

Until now, he had time to look up and look at the blue rain in the distance. He felt extremely depressed and wished that the cave in front of him would never be closed and he could stay in this cave for the rest of his life without having to go out.

"It's over...it's over..."

His eyes were empty, but they suddenly focused. He suddenly drew out his halberd, his eyes were fierce, and he said coldly:

"who!"

A figure slowly walked out of the clouds not far away, wearing a green robe, a green flute on his waist, and a red rope dangling. A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist crown, standing with his hands behind his back, looked at him with a smile:

"The [Changtian Halberd] is also today?"

Tang Shedu's expression gradually changed, he glanced at him and said in a deep voice:

"Shenxi?"

The man in green didn't answer him, but drew out his long sword and pointed it at Tang Shedu. The feather coat on his body emitted a green light, which collided with the white-gold light rising from Tang Shedu's body.

The flames in the sky have not dissipated, but the light of magic collision rises again. The sound is so powerful that the clouds disappear and the fog disperses, flowing out into a large space.

…

The dragon-slaying jian chased after him on the wind, but Xiao Yongling fell down and caught Li Yuanjiao. He searched back and forth twice with his magic power and found his body one by one. There were a few drops of blood on Xiao Yongling's face, and he looked a little disappointed.

Li Yuanjiao's body had been torn into pieces, and he barely used his magic power to piece it together. The injuries left by [Quiyun] were still expanding and were about to turn his body into blood mist.

Xiao Yongling spent his mana with one hand and took out the elixir with the other hand. He was from a wealthy family and had rich experience. After just a brief glance, he knew that Li Yuanjiao could not be saved, but he still fed Li Yuanjiao and drank it.

A ray of golden light came closer from the distance, and Li Xuanfeng hurried over. His hands were covered in blood, his bones were exposed, and a few of his fingers were hanging down, as if they had just been connected.

The trump card in Li Xuanfeng's bow is no better than the Qing Chi Sword. It is a trace of power he has accumulated every time he shoots an arrow. It has been cultivated for many years and is majestic. When he shot it overnight, he almost killed Yu Muxian, and the backlash almost destroyed his hands. .

Regardless of his injuries, he drew his bow again and shot an arrow to save Li Yuanjiao. He almost lost his hand and rushed over after hastily taking medicine. His heart felt cold and his lips turned white.

Although the foundation-building monks were not as strong as Shi Xiu, they still had tenacious vitality. Li Yuanjiao's eyes blurred for a while, and he could faintly hear Tang Shedu's relieved laughter, and the angry voices of Xiao Yongling and Tu Longjian.

He only felt that his hands were cold, as if he had returned to that afternoon many years ago, when Li Yuanjiao came down step by step from the moss-covered stone path, with light blue rain falling in the sky, and his hands were also cold.

Today's coldness seems much warmer in comparison, and the hands are solid, at least holding something, enough to hand over to the ancestors.

‘This situation is in my calculations. I will deceive him step by step, take advantage of the situation to slay the dragon and jian, and surround and kill Yu Muxian with every move...I am afraid that my uncle will see me down below and blame me for being unscrupulous and dirty in my life. ’

The restraining power of the spiritual weapon [Quiyun] has faded away like the tide, and what comes into view is Li Xuanfeng's face covered in blood. The hand holding his is also wet, and he can vaguely touch the hard bones.

His eyes were gray and his vitality was fading, but he was hung up by several pills and medicines he had taken. Many hallucinations emerged during the torture, from his mother Mu Yalu sitting at the table with him with a smile to Li Yuanxiu reading with him, and from In the sedan chair, there was Xiao Guiluan’s lovely face, and Li Xizhi and Li Yuexiang’s childish smiling faces.

The stars in the sky kept flickering like lights in the darkness. The cool breeze blew and wet blood dripped on his face. Before his consciousness sank, he returned to a certain night. The stars in front of him turned into lights under the mountain, and the clouds turned into A slender figure.

Different from Li Yuanjiao, who always wore black, this man wore a white robe and a flowing cloak. He had a young face and slow eyebrows. He looked much more generous than Li Yuanjiao, and he looked at him with a smile quietly.

Li Yuanjiao only felt sweetness in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly woke up, interrupting his fantasy. He must have taken some life-threatening elixir. He took a strong breath, and a light spot appeared in his hand, which could be vaguely seen. A small, circling snake.

"Li... Wushao..."

Li Xuanfeng held his hand and gritted his teeth tightly. The eyes of Li Yuanjiao in front of him gradually turned gray-white, and the light cyan rain fell down and hit his armor.

Li Xuanfeng gently bent down, Li Yuanjiao opened and closed his lips, and uttered a very soft hoarse sound:

"elder brother…"

Li Yuanjiao's voice was brisk, and it was the first time Li Xuanfeng heard such a tone from his mouth. His tongue finally moved vaguely in his mouth, but he said nothing else.

The green rain in the cave fell, hitting Li Xuanfeng's black-gold armor with drops. The middle-aged man covered his face with his hands and said nothing. The wound on his other hand was so deep that the bones were visible, and he gently stroked his nephew's face. eyes.

…

Moon Lake.

The autumn of Wangyue Lake came very early this year, and it was covered with vermilion. The heavy rain fell again on Qingdu Peak, and it fell on the peak through the formation, gathered in the stone streams and ditches, and flowed down the mountain clearly and brightly.

Every brick and stone of the Li Family Ancestral Hall has been moved to Qingdu Mountain intact. Every bluestone reveals the vicissitudes of life and is covered with moss. The six doors are tightly closed, and the brass on them is a little gray.

Li Yuexiang, dressed in a white dress, gently pushed the door open. Several lights in the hall danced slightly, emitting a warm light yellow light. Li Yuexiang bowed in a familiar manner, covered with incense.

Not many people can come to the Li family ancestral hall. A few years ago, there were clan elders who refused to let women in. As Li Qinghong broke through the foundation building, these voices slowly disappeared and there was no news again.

She had just entered the hall and saw a person standing in the hall, standing quietly in the hall without saying a word, as if deep in thought, and turned around after hearing the sound.

"elder brother!"

The person in front of her was Li Xijun. The brother, who had always been steady and indifferent even when the mountain was falling, was a little restless for the first time. He nodded slightly to her and asked a few questions casually.

Just between these two sentences, Li Xijun glanced up twice. Under the ranking, a row of jade stones was hanging between the tables, some bright, some dim, giving off a warm light.

Li Yuexiang bowed down on the soft cushion beside him, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the rows of memorial tablets above, silently reciting in his heart:

'My mother has also gone into seclusion and made a breakthrough... I just hope that... God will fulfill her wishes... and there will be no setbacks. ’

She closed her eyes slightly, and just as she bowed down, a very soft breaking sound suddenly sounded in her ears, as well as the friction sound of Li Xijun suddenly holding the hilt of the sword and the sound of heavy breathing.

"Click..."

This voice was particularly clear in the silent lobby. The lights in the hall dimmed, and Li Yuexiang's movements suddenly stopped.

She raised her head, and in front of her was jade fragments and powder on the ground. The warm jade at the top that Li Xijun had been staring at for months burst out and rolled down.

Li Yuexiang closed her eyes tightly, tears quickly dropped from the corners of her eyes, rolled down her neck, and dripped on her white clothes. She sniffed, gathered the jade stones on the ground together, and couldn't help but utter a sound.

"father……"