Jiuzun asked

"His mother, originally wanted to stab me, so let's just... who knows." Li Erhe thought of his wife, but he felt warm in his heart, and said softly: "Who knew, but I stabbed him for the rest of his life. "

Words are rough, people are not rough.

"Come on, let me try Shangxian's sword."

This Li Erhe was holding a red-glowed broadsword, with one stroke across, he broke through the air and stood in front of the main hall.

Tianshu Palace, before the Immortals.

"I have been a pawn for my elder brother all my life, and I will do it again in this life..." Li Erhe raised his knife with anger in his single eyes.

The shadow of a knife is like thunder, and people are like a tide.

"Ben Lei... Qinglian."

Li Erhe slashed face to face, but separated from Xiao Wendao by half an inch, he slashed out a style of Benlei Saber and a style of Qinglian Sword.

The sword technique and the sword force are combined into one.

Xiao Wenwen also didn't say much, with this move, he saw Li Erhe's reality, and also saw his flaws.

If it is someone else, the knife is like a thunderbolt, and it can finally bluff people.

Unfortunately, he is too slow...

He has cultivated the method of nine gods since he was a child, and the lightning in his eyes is seven points faster than the blink of an eye.

"Ben Lei... Qinglian."

When Xiao Wenwen thought about it, he held the Wen Wen sword, but there was an inch of light in his eyes, but he saw a little blood reflected in Li Erhe's single eyes.

A sword rushes to the thunder, the back heart.

One sword Qinglian, Yuan Mansion.

"It turns out that what she said is true..." Li Erhe murmured, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, but he was happy.

"Thunder is like lightning, electricity is like thunder, Qinglian is like a thought, and a thought is like a mountain."

Li Erhe stood listlessly leaning on his saber, but swallowed the foam in one gulp, took out a blue bottle from his bosom, and poured out more than a dozen red pills.

Follow the blood foam and swallow it in one gulp.

"I heard it in the morning, and it is enough to die in the evening... come again."

Xiao Wenwen looked at the elixir he had swallowed, and knew that he had put his life to the test, he felt a trace of respect in his heart, and said softly: "Let's have fun."

Let's have fun in one sentence, a half-life cultivator.

Li Erhe stared at him, but saw that his blindness was concentrated, but it opened, revealing a pure white spirit bead in the blindness.

"Brother... Fortune Orb... I stole it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were full of madness.

"Youth crazy, young crazy, domineering with one knife."

Li Erhe walked forward with his saber in full swing, determined to go his own way, but saw that he was a hundred feet tall, like a green peak pressing down on him, and the saber seemed to split a mountain.

"clang···."

The knife slashed at the person, and the golden sound made a sound.

However, Xiao Wenwen abruptly accepted Li Erhe's "domineering" style.

The blade was split, but there was no personal injury.

"It's lighter..."

"hey-hey···."

Li Erhe gave a ghostly smile, but seeing the sky, he dropped his palm, only to hear him say: "Ghost Saber and Quick Sword...is not as good as Vajra Palm."

The palm is like a green peak, with seven points of sword intent.

Li Erhe slapped it with his palm, like a violent wave, overturning countless stones.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and no one was seen.

Li Erhe looked at the ruins, there was no figure of Xiao Wenwen, he didn't believe it, he slapped this person into nothingness.

He was stunned for a moment, but a voice came from Tianshu Palace.

"Second brother... heaven."

Li Erhe raised his head to look, but his eyes froze. From above the sky, came a lazy word.

"Anxious···."

A palm, like a sword, ethereal.

A palm, like a knife, dies.

A palm, like a lifetime, just like the palm he recited.

As soon as the palm fell, the blood mist rose.

"Your palm is not worthy of the word Vajra."

In a flash, Xiao Wenwen folded his hands behind his back, walked to Li Erhe, and said softly: "The last words...."

As he spoke, he watched Li Erhe pull out the "Lingzhu of Good Fortune" and rolled it down at Xiao Wenwen's feet, and said softly, "You can...you can let me and Yousi have a few words."

In a short while, Li Yousi was brought up in front of Tianshu Palace by Xiao Wenwen.

He picked up the Good Fortune Bead and turned his back...

"Fool... idiot." Li Erhe whimpered and panted heavily: "If your mother... returns from the Great Zhou Yuan, she must be told not to seek revenge. This is the Li family, and they owe their lives to others. .”

Li Yousi's eyes froze, and he looked at Xiao Wenwen, but there were tears in his eyes, and he nodded.

Seeing Li Erhe lingering on his last breath, he squeezed a red gold key into Li Yousi's hand with his fingertips, holding Li Yousi's cheek with his withered hands, and said: "My son... my son, I have the appearance of an immortal emperor. .”

Words fall, people go.

A grain of heavenly fire fell on Li Erhe's body, and this person disappeared from the world.

Li Yousi raised his eyes and twisted them, his eyes were full of bitterness, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, as if he had become an adult.

"If you want to seek revenge, remember my appearance."

"Seeking revenge?

Li Yousi shook his head, turned his back and said: "I want to seal the sky... I want to break the realm to the extreme sky, I want to break the Dao Immortal Emperor."

In the past few days, many people have left in Tianyi City.

Only, this Li Yousi doesn't float on his feet...

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"Go...where are you going?"

In Tianshu Palace, there came a vicissitudes of speech, it seemed that there was a sharp wind in the throat, and the voice was like the tip of a sword.

In an instant, outside the Tianshu Palace, a formation wall was formed.

The place where Li Erhe passed away stood in an old man with white eyebrows and beard, white robe and white face, starry eyes in his eyes, and universe in his sleeves.

"You are a ruffian... Li Yijing."

Xiao Wenwen called out and raised his eyes, but he was seven points mad and three points secretive.

"no···."

That old man seemed to be, he didn't speak often, and he spoke slowly.

"Senior... your surname."

"Old worship... Xuanyuan Tang."

"Tianshu Palace... there are people like you."

"Passing by..."

"Coincidentally...me too."

One thought, and cut.

The myriad of sword qi in Xuanyuan Tang's sleeve came out, but the sky darkened, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city.

Xiao Wenwen stood on the same spot, motionless like a mountain, but saw that he also held up his sleeve, hiding the six-tailed burning ants in his long sleeve.

When the air enters the sleeve, it is destroyed in an instant.

I saw that burning ant, devouring it like a demon, even the ten thousand sword qi also became invisible.

Comparing the two, what is more important is the "long-lasting Dao Qi".

One attack and one defense, no difference.

But in Xuanyuan Datang's heart, he was shocked. He had practiced Taoism for [-] years, and he had never met such a "first-rank celestial immortal".

The cultivation bases of the two can be regarded as cloud mud.

But he also used eight points of his cultivation, but Xiao Wendao was as immobile as a mountain, and his expression was even more impassive.

"Quickly...quickly."

Xuanyuan Datang hid his Qiankun sleeves, but saw his eyebrows, opened his sword heart, but saw him distracted for thirteen times, and surrounded Xiao Wendao.

"The method of distraction."

The corner of Xiao Wen's mouth raised. He had just learned the "Skill of Distraction" when he met an "expert".

In a flash, he pinched a green leaf with his fingertips and it turned into a "World Demon Formation".

The formation within the formation is extremely mysterious.

When Xuanyuan Tang looked at Xiao Wendao, his heart tightened for no reason, but he saw Xiao Wendao's eyebrows and three eyes, implying "broken void".

"You... are a god and demon."

"Come to fight..."

But he saw that in the demon formation, Xiao Wendao was distracted, like a bloodthirsty black crow, circling around a corpse.