The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 816 Su Ting fights Eight-leaf Sword Lord! [Third watch! 】

In the past, Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Babai was a master of swordsmanship in Shu Kingdom, who fell 800 years ago.

Before he died, he recorded what he had learned on the eight green leaves and scattered them everywhere.

800 years ago, there were many people who obtained green leaves and the inheritance of kendo, but in the end only the eight-leaf sword master in front of him gathered the eight leaves taught by Li Babai, cultivated the way of swordsmanship, and was honored as the eight-leaf sword master.

Su Ting had a relationship with him in the past.

I didn't want to see you again today, things are different.

"kill!"

Eight Leaf Sword Lord's eyes were cold and murderous.

This sword gathers the sword intent of the Nine Heavens and Half Immortals, and there is even more devilish energy hidden in it, which is evil and cold.

The sharpness of this sword is enough to pierce through the mountains and point directly at the sky.

This sword is condensed to the thickness of a finger, extremely deep and extremely sharp.

"The white tiger holds the sword!"

Su Ting looked calm, and stood in front of him with his left hand pointing like a sword.

Suddenly, the wind condensed into a tiger, ferocious and majestic, it rushed out from his sword finger, and when he opened his mouth, he saw the incomparably condensed sword light in his mouth.

The white tiger never stopped, held the sword in its hand and went straight to Eight Leaf Sword Lord.

The sword light turned upside down, pointing directly at Eight Leaf Sword Lord!
"what?"

Eight-leaf Sword Lord's complexion changed suddenly, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, biting the tip of his tongue.

With a puff of blood, it spilled out.

The blood condensed in an instant, turning into a blood-colored lotus flower, protecting it in front of him.

But the roar of the white tiger suddenly rose!
The white tiger held the sword and cut through the blood lotus!
The sword in the mouth is gone!
And the white tiger is still there, rushing forward!

"cut!"

Eight-leaf Sword Lord looked solemn, and he slashed away with a sword, and confronted the white tiger.

Su Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, showing some appreciation.

And that demon tiger was already trembling, and quietly exited the palace.

The two people fighting in front are both of the Nine Heavens and Half Immortals, but Su Shenjun's ability has long been able to rival the immortal gods, and this eight-leaf sword lord is also a man possessed by demons, not comparable to ordinary immortals.

Fortunately, the fight between the two of them was quite restrained and did not affect it.

Otherwise, it is a little monster that has not reached the sixth level, it is afraid that it will be doomed.

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"Sword Immortal's inheritance is indeed well-deserved."

Su Ting said with emotion: "It's a pity that you have entered the magic way."

Eight-leaf Sword Lord resisted the white tiger, gritted his teeth tightly, and said coldly: "What is the way of magic? I just want to reveal the hypocrisy of the world, destroy the useless order and rules, and break the shackles that bind people's hearts... I want to release the nature and preserve the nature , What is the way of magic? Su Shenjun, you have always been rebellious, but you are also tired of the righteous way, you should try to accept the ideas of people in my generation."

Su Ting sneered and said: "Accept the fart! I have killed more demons than you have ever seen. This mask was originally thrown from me, Su, and I was not fooled by the mask back then." , you are weak-minded and bewitched by the mask, and you want to pull me into a demon?"

Eight Leaf Sword Lord's complexion changed suddenly, and his heart trembled.

The white tiger suddenly roared angrily, and pressed down with one paw.

Eight-leaf Sword Lord let out a muffled snort, but borrowed his strength, smashed through the palace backwards, and hid in the formation.

"This mask was originally owned by the first demon king of the Northern Demon Sect. He was killed by this god king, and the mask fell into my hands."

With his hands behind his back, Su Ting said calmly: "The number one devil back then was not even Su's opponent. You got this mask that Su regarded as trash, and you thought you could see through the world, the world, and the order... ...With your ability, even if the mask is still in your hands, how can you compare with this god?"

As he spoke, the third eye on his forehead slowly opened, scanning all formations.

The Eight-leaf Sword Lord wanders in the sword formation without a fixed place, and seems to be using the sword formation to accumulate momentum.

Su Ting was not in a hurry to break the formation, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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And in another place in the magic gate.

Elder Mu had just listed the roster, together with the papers on the origin and identity of the little Taoist priest Su Xinfeng, sealed them up, and used magic to transfer them to a secret place.

That piece of rice paper, and that roster.

Just in this dark basement, lying quietly.

However, for a moment, the rice paper was seen fluttering without wind.

The outer layer of the rice paper continued to fall off, leaving only traces of the handwriting.

After a while, I saw that this piece of rice paper, like a human figure, melted on the ground.

Paper cutting is the art of horses!

When writing at that time, Su Ting used the method secretly, leaving his mana on the ink, and the handwriting was like a knife, cutting the outer layer of paper scraps.

At this moment, seeing this "white-clothed black-striped" warrior, he stretched out his hand, and all the twelve classics here fell into his hands.

There are seven of them, and they are the rosters of the Middle-earth Demon Sect.

The other classics are a summary of everyone's origins, as well as the skills and Taoism they have learned, as well as the method of deciphering them.

"Obtaining this roster, it is not difficult to completely eradicate the demon sect."

Su Ting secretly said: "However, it is necessary to act as soon as possible, otherwise the people of the devil way will continue to lure practitioners from all sides. If time is too long, many practitioners must fall into the way of the devil, but they have not been recorded in the book. Kill them one by one."

As he thought this way, the white-clothed black-striped wrestler burst out with light.

Behind him seemed to be a shattered void.

The white-clothed black-striped warrior fell back and took the twelve classics in the basement with him, and retreated into the "Pure Void Realm".

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"Su Ting!"

Eight Leaf Sword Lord said in a cold voice, "I know that you are unparalleled in ability and invincible in the world, but I am not comparable to an ordinary immortal. In bad situation!"

As soon as the words fell, thousands of sword lights burst out from the walls, beams, columns, floor tiles, etc. of the temple, and came to assassinate Su Ting in all directions.

But I saw countless sword lights bursting towards the middle.

With such a method, Eight Leaf Sword Lord thought that he could not avoid it, and could not survive.

Booming sound, one after another, lasted for a long time!

In the center of the palace, with a radius of about three zhang, is already an abyss.

Everywhere in the palace, there are sword marks and countless cracks.

And the abyss in the middle is bottomless.

Eight-leaf Sword Lord was exhausted and collapsed.

After the formation exploded, it was completely destroyed.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

"It's someone like Su Ting who condescends to infiltrate this place pretending to be a junior."

"If it hadn't been arranged earlier, I might not escape the murderous hands today."

"The name of being invincible in the world is really extraordinary. I think I am better than any Nine Heavens and Half Immortals, but I am not as good as him after all."

"But what about Su Shenjun?"

Baye Jianjun wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "If you are too conceited, you will inevitably suffer disaster."

Holding on to the dharma sword, he forced himself to stand up.

with a snap.

He was so exhausted that he fell down, panting unsteadily.

At this moment, a palm stretched out to support him.

Immediately, a concerned voice was heard.

"You're welcome, my God Lord will help you."

(End of this chapter)