Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 256
Pei Miaode used his muscles to squeeze the sword edge out of his body, and a few drops of dark golden blood overflowed from the wound.

"Such a handsome horizontal kung fu practice!"

The visitor couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, and looked at Pei Miaode with a little more burning eyes.

He knew how sharp his own sword was, he could cut hairs and cut hairs, and cut iron like mud, but even ordinary sacrificial utensils could be cut with one sword.

But it was such a sharp sword light, but Pei Miaode forcibly took it down with his physical body.

If it gets out, I don't know how many monsters' jaws will be shocked.

After all, the one in front of him is known as Yu Guangguo's No. 1 sword cultivator of the younger generation. He has practiced swords for [-] years, and even many sword cultivators of the older generation may not be his opponents.

"Didn't you come to avenge her?"

Pei Miaode was quite surprised by the reaction of the visitor.

"Only by her?" Unexpectedly, only a contemptuous sneer was heard.

"If she wasn't the ancestor's direct bloodline, I wouldn't even bother to look at her. A woman like her who is so ambitious and self-righteous is not worthy of my eyes."

"Even if you don't take action today, sooner or later, this idiot will die in my hands."

While speaking, Yu Pingqiu continued with a bit of a sigh.

"It's just that no matter how much I hate her, you shouldn't kill her in front of me. After all, she is a direct descendant of my Qingqiu lineage. If I just let her go, I won't be able to explain to my ancestor when I go back."

"But for the sake of opening my eyes, let me leave you with a whole body."

The man announced Pei Miaode's death in a superior tone.

Pei Miaode was not angered by the other party's words.

In such a short period of time, the wound that was cut by Yu Pingqiu just stopped bleeding, and with the slow movement of the muscles, even the last sword mark was completely healed.

In a short while, Pei Miaode returned to his heyday.

Perhaps it was out of the pride of a cultivator, but Yu Pingqiu didn't do anything to him during this period.

"Remember, the person who killed you was Yu Guang's Yu Pingqiu."

Seeing that Pei Miaode was getting ready, Yu Pingqiu's eyes suddenly had a strong fighting intent, without saying a word, he threw the magic sword into the sky, and then made a sword art.

"disease!"

All of a sudden, Yu Pingqiu's never-leaving saber was split into two, and then turned into eighteen flying swords, which fell towards Pei Miaode overwhelmingly, and the monk was about to be strangled.

"Certainly."

A calm and steady voice sounded from under the sword.

Pei Miaode took out the purple gold bowl from his sleeve and repeated the old trick, using Dingshan Juhai's mysterious light for three seconds to freeze the flying sword, and then dodged to easily escape the range of strangulation.

The dust cleared, and when Yu Pingqiu regained his sight, he found that Pei Miaode was safe and sound.

"Don't say I bullied you!"

Yu Pingqiu was not discouraged when he failed to succeed with one blow, he drew a little circle with his sword fingers, and suddenly eighteen flying swords joined together in the air, following the thoughts of the sword holders, they swam gracefully like dragons and snakes.

This person wanted to use Feijian to compete with Pei Miaode in martial arts.

Does this count as cheating?

For a moment, only one thought remained in Pei Miaode's mind.

I have studied martial arts for more than [-] years in my second life, and I can say that I can say that there are eighteen weapons such as swords, guns and sticks.

Seeing that the other party was so overbearing, Pei Miaode took a deep look at Yu Pingqiu, then turned his gaze around, picked up a rake used by villagers for plowing with the tip of his toe, turned his palm into a knife, and chopped off the tines of the rake on the top.

After three or two strokes, he fiddled with a long spear without a tip, or a longer eyebrow-level stick.

"Please."

Pei Miaode played a gun game, and slowly pointed the gun at the other party.

Of course he will not let go of this good opportunity.

An inch is long and an inch is strong, otherwise there is no such thing as the saying that the moon is the sword, the year is the stick, and the spear is the life. Pei Miaode is a master of martial arts, and he is quite accomplished in the art of spears by analogy.

In the next moment, the flying sword descended from the sky, and the sword's move was directed at Pei Miaode's vitals.

It's just that his magic weapon is sharp and his sword is ethereal, Pei Miaode just shoots the sword one after another unpretentiously, the internal force wraps every inch of the stick, and every time it can interrupt Yu Pingqiu's accumulated sword momentum just right.

After several times of being at a disadvantage, Yu Pingqiu also had a somewhat aggrieved look on his face.

As a person who studies martial arts, he only feels that Pei Miaode's marksmanship is natural, and there is no impetuousness at all, as if he is not fighting against a boy who is just over the age, but a martial arts master who has spent most of his life in the art of marksmanship. .

Is there really such a talented person in this world?

The Taoist sighed with emotion at first, and then a heart of jealousy arose in his heart, that he would be jealous of an ordinary person one day.

"I finally understand why the elders of the family will keep an eye on you, even if they give you a broken cultivation method, they still have to worry about whether you will complete it into the real life scripture!"

"It's no wonder that so many Bodhisattvas travel eastward just to save your life, and it's no wonder the ancestors of the clan fear your practice like snakes and scorpions."

Yu Pingqiu didn't mind revealing the family's secrets to Pei Miaode at all.

Pei Miaode pursed his lips and said nothing, he knew that the other party was really murderous.

Are you worried about a dead person leaking secrets?

"I didn't believe it in the past, and thought they were too conservative. Now I know that there are people out there. My aptitude is nothing in front of real geniuses, but—"

Yu Pingqiu's words stopped abruptly, Pei Miaode felt his hands sink, and the next moment the flying swords scattered into hundreds, each pointing at the acupoints all over his body with a sharpness that seemed to pierce the skin.

"How can a dead genius be considered a genius!"

Yu Pingqiu suddenly activated his ultimate move.

Even so, he did not feel relieved to make a formula, and at the same time, he transformed into an inner scene dharma body. The ten-foot-tall fox demon breathed out, and it was a bone-eating black mist that covered the sky and the sun.

With both approaches, seeing Pei Miaode is about to die.

Suddenly, a red light broke through the sword formation like a dragon, and broke through the sword formation composed of hundreds of flying swords. The inexhaustible red light bombarded Yu Pingqiu's dharma body, and he felt numb and stiff immediately. Spread from the wound.

A figure slowly walked out from the pierced black mist.

Pei Miaode pinched the Dao Jue with his hands, and said with a sinking dantian.

"Nine Heavens Xuan Sha, turned into divine thunder, radiant heavenly power, listen to my orders, and I obey the orders of Xuan Jun as urgently as the law."

This person in front of him was no different from the monsters in the inner scene that he had seen in the past, and his Taoism and martial arts skills were impressively outstanding among the monsters. Naturally, Pei Miaode did not dare to trust such monsters.

This is the first time he has exposed his true cultivation to the outside world.

After figuring out the reason why he frequently encountered monsters, he naturally had no intention of letting Yu Pingqiu go back alive to report to other monsters.

All over the sky, the gods are full of thunder, the mighty power of the sky.

It is the nemesis for demons with evil nature.

Yu Pingqiu was caught off guard by the magical power of Pei Miaode's eyebrows and heavenly eyes, how could he dodge, he could only watch himself being blackened by the thunder.

(End of this chapter)