Xuanjian Immortal Clan

‘Yu Jiang’

This man Li Qinghong had just met, it was the Nanhai monk he had just met when he was fighting with Guo Hongjian. The aura on his body was incomprehensible and had a mysterious smell.

He just stopped in front of him, looking at Li Qinghong's gorgeous appearance covered with purple thunder and lightning, with a natural admiration, as if he was waiting for something, and did not take action.

Li Qinghong knew that this man was powerful, so he held the gun without taking action. After waiting for two breaths, he saw a blue-black light rising into the sky from the Shuiling in the north, quickly expanding, dyeing half of the sky blue-black.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar sounded, as if something fell from the distant mountains, making a roar that shook the earth and the mountains, and a hazy purple-black air rose into the sky.

The magic smoke in the north all stagnated, twisting in a somewhat chaotic manner, either turning back to the north, or stopping to fight with each other. A few continued to go south, becoming more and more chaotic.

She glanced slightly worriedly. The young man in front of her seemed to have been waiting for this thing to fall, and finally spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Li, the Daning Palace has fallen. It is said that Shuiling is full of ruins. The demon cultivators will definitely go to search, and the offensive will slow down for the time being."

"I came here specifically looking for this opportunity and asked fellow Taoists for advice."

His voice was clear and clear, slowly echoing in the air. After hearing the unexpected words, Li Qinghong frowned and said softly:

"Qing Hong has seen fellow Taoist, but this is the time of great calamity between the north and the south, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for a martial arts fight. I would like to ask my fellow Taoist to wait a moment. When this time passes, if I can save my life, it won't be too late for my fellow Taoist to come and fight with me again."

Yu Jiang looked at her seriously and replied:

"Qingchi and I have some grudges. Fellow Taoist stopped the demon cultivator, and I didn't feel very happy about it."

Li Qinghong squinted his eyes slightly, feeling that this man's words were inconsistent, but he immediately became alert:

"Yes, since it is the wish of several Zifus that the demon cultivators go south, I have greatly reduced the pressure on the defense line by myself... As time passes by, I am afraid that I will offend all the Zifus..."

She let out a breath and thought that the person in front of her was a monk sent by the Purple Mansion to stop her. She was glad that this person didn't come earlier, and she also pulled out her gun. Purple lightning rippled and she said softly:

"Qingdu Li Qinghong."

"Nanhai Yujiang."

The young man nodded slightly, and there was a burst of thunder in his ears. Li Qinghong's figure disappeared from the place, and he approached at a high speed with a purple thunder, six silver Mysterious Punishment Orders hovering in his hand, and the silver-white thunder light lit up.

"When the sun reaches its peak, six thunders are born!"

"Boom!"

Before her spear arrived, a silvery-white thunder light had already broken through the air. Yu Jiang paid attention to the six Mysterious Punishment Tokens, formed a seal in his hand, and a bright golden one appeared.

He said softly:

"Where thunder falls, it rests in the sea of ​​clouds."

In an instant, a vast ocean appeared in the sky, and a bright golden light rose from it. The silver-white lightning fell into it as if it had been plunged into a bottomless whirlpool, and all of it was submerged.

This vast ocean spun around, condensed into a little golden talisman, and fell into Yu Jiang's hands. Li Qinghong's mysterious thunder was resolved.

She had known that this man had outstanding strength, so she was not surprised. Du Ruo stabbed with a purple shadow, but Yu Jiang actually raised his hand and swatted at her gun.

"Um?"

Li Qinghong's silver spear seemed to have landed on a soft spot, and with a slight bend, the spear grazed him and stabbed him, bringing up a purple thunder, which was dispersed by the young man in black robe with a wave of his hand.

"Qiang!"

Li Qinghong drew his gun and turned around, turning the spear upside down. He first held six silver-white Mysterious Punishment Orders in front of him to resist the attack. After taking a brief look, he found that the tip of Du Ruo's spear was actually a little crooked, just like a living thing. Twist.

"This is the art of witchcraft..."

She had some idea of ​​the strength of the enemy in front of her, but Yu Jiang's expression remained unchanged. The hand holding the golden talisman shook slightly, dissipating a bit of silver lightning. It was obvious that he was not as careless and motionless as on the face.

Li Qinghong drew his gun, but Yu Jiang raised his sleeve and flicked it, releasing several points of black light, which spun in mid-air and turned into flowing talismans. They quietly rotated around him, and all fell into the young man's eyes.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and when he looked up, Li Qinghong felt as if thunder was exploding in his mind. He saw a darkness, blood dripping into him, but everything in front of him could not be seen clearly.

"What a powerful spell!"

Li Qinghong's eyes dimmed, but Yu Jiang had the opportunity to cast a spell again. His eyes fell on Du Ruo in her hand, and he secretly calculated:

"This spear is not an ordinary thing. Perhaps because of Xuan Lei's nature, he is naturally capable of restraining these changes and evil spirits. After receiving my palm, he was able to slowly return to normal immediately..."

He put one hand under his elbow, stretched the other hand forward, pointed at Du Ruo in Li Qinghong's hand, raised his head slightly, and said:

"The witch changes and the weapon becomes evil."

Li Qinghong's eyes dimmed for a while, and clear light emerged from the Qihai Cave again, sweeping away all the witchcraft illusions in his mind. When he came to his senses, he raised the thunderbolt and felt a sticky feeling in his hands.

The Du Ruo in his hand turned into a white python with fine scales. He opened his mouth in confusion and tried to break free from her hand. Li Qinghong held on tightly, knowing that he had fallen into the rhythm of someone else's spell.

"Edict!"

She decisively spit out a mysterious thunder, and a point of light flew out between her lips and teeth. Yu Jiang raised his eyebrows, and then he took half a step back. A purple thunder waterfall exploded in the air and crashed down. He had to interrupt. Magic, resist for now.

Li Qinghong immediately seized the opportunity, and the power of thunder and lightning poured into the gun, washing away all the witchcraft in it. The Du Ruo gun returned to its original appearance in an instant, and the silver light suddenly appeared, and it was already submerged in the thunder waterfall. middle.

Yu Jiang was struggling in the thunder waterfall, but he was still able to raise his hand. He lit up the talisman in his hand to resist, and hit the gun with two palms, trying to deflect the gun.

However, Li Qinghong was no longer the usual petty quarrel. His eyes turned bright purple and white, and terrifying thunder and lightning spread over his body. In an instant, he tore his magic to pieces and stabbed him in the face.

"good!"

Yu Jiang had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge. He gently turned his robe and was torn to pieces in the thunder. He appeared a few feet away and spat out a mouthful of purple thunder and lightning.

The two stopped together and looked to the north, only to see billowing demonic smoke roaring, and several gorgeously dressed and majestic demonic cultivators standing in the clouds, slowly pressing over from the horizon.

"Qiang..."

What the two of them were looking at was not the magic smoke in front of them, but looking further north. A bit of golden light was rushing through the sky. The overbearing and fierce Gang Qi was surging, breaking through the magic smoke without politeness, and approaching quickly.