Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 154 Sword Immortal Sword Master
Black night, white clothes, rising from the sky.

Clang~
"The sword in the box contains fish and fish..."

The sword was unsheathed, and the figure in white dragged afterimages of different movements, cut through the air, and stabbed at Li Congyun in the midair.

In an instant, Jianfeng's humming long chant stopped.

Jianfeng was held in the hand by the old man's two fingers, and the elegant figure in front of him dissipated, followed by afterimages in the blink of an eye, Jianfeng and sword fingers clashed frantically, until the last afterimage dropped the last sword , furious, blowing and shaking the old man's beard and hair.

"...Use a sword, use a sword, and recite poems. Hmph, poems are not poems, swords are not swords!"

Standing on the ancient sword, Li Congyun flicked his sleeve and pointed his sword horizontally, and a sword energy flew straight to the temple in front of him. He was not at all interested in the woodcarved man in white.

Around the temple, poetry recitation started again.

"Jiange is tall and tall, but Cui Wei, one man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it..."

The sword energy was pushed horizontally, and quickly disappeared. On the top of the temple, the layman carrying the gourd raised his head to drink the falling wine, and pulled out the sword flower in his hand. Lazy and undisciplined, he looked at Li Congyun in mid-air misty, smiled, and held up a wine gourd to respect.

"drink wine?"

"Huh!" This person seemed free and easy, but in Li Congyun's eyes, he was contemptuous, which made him angry, "Okay."

He nodded his head heavily, and the old man dropped the ancient sword. The moment it fell, the ancient sword hung in the air behind his back came out of its sheath with a 'buzz' sound, and shot up into the sky. open.

Ming Hui and other Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion, who were two streets away, seemed to be able to hear only the "buzz" of the sword, and their ears hurt from shock. From a distance, above the temple, a figure in white clothes rose up in the sky, swooped down with a long sword in his hand and drew a cold glow.

"Meteor White Feather is inserted into the waist, and the sword flower Qiu Lianguang is out of the box."

Li Bai fell from the top, the drunkenness faded away, his clothes and hair fluttered, the long sword in his hand reflected his eyes for a moment, and he pushed away the night wind with his sword energy, drifted on the ground, and hit the flying ancient sword tip, Swishing into the air, six human figures in white clothes and white robes were formed out of thin air, holding their respective long swords and wielding different sword moves.

The ancient sword hovered around the old man's body, and the sword's energy was drawn-the dragon-slaying energy!

There was a burst of strong energy, which immediately blocked all six figures and six long swords, and there was a sound of metal and iron clanging in all directions, and countless sparks flickered in the night sky all around.

The next moment, the six silhouettes waving sword moves dissipated one by one, merged with the last person's movement, the long sword in his hand screamed loudly, and flew across the sky, Li Bai's clothes were flying, the sword was walking like a dragon, and the sword was waving The sword's edge seemed to cut through the air, pulling out a series of sword lights, which struck the old man's body, pierced straight through, and shot several feet away.

Hiss!

Li Congyun saw a hole in the sleeve of his robe, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice. His eyes were completely cold, and he was filled with anger. He swung his sleeves violently, and pressed his palm against the opponent's second sword from the air, pinching it directly. The opponent's sword body.

One twist!
bah—

The long sword shattered and scattered like butterflies. Li Bai flew across the night sky and fell heavily under the towering tree. His body turned into stars and dissipated. "Let me take a sip of wine to suppress my shock, and then I will fight with you!"

"Ha ha……"

Li Congyun glanced contemptuously at the woodcarving villain, "You are a woodcarving master, and your sword spirit is free and easy. Why don't you come to my Canglan Sword Gate and be a sword embryo?"

"Hey... I have wine and poetry... I am free and easy, so why bother myself..." Li Bai Mudiao shook the wine gourd, and lay down on the ground casually, "My master won't do it!"

The moment the words fell, the towering tree swayed, a branch broke off its root, and a wooden carving fell to the ground with a slap, turning around and a blue smoke rose. In the smoke, a person came out with a sword, and looked at the ground silently. The dispirited apprentice directly raised his hand, and with the scabbard in his hand, a cold light flew straight into the sky.

People also disappeared in the same place in an instant.

Li Congyun narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to grab it, and directly held the fist in his palm, "Who are you?!"

"Pei Min!"

It was a short voice. The next moment, the two clapped their palms to distance each other. Pei Min flew backwards, stepped on the nearby eaves, and threw himself into the night sky. The whole house shook twice, frightened. The people in the house screamed.

next moment.

The long sword that flew tens of feet into the night sky was attracted by thunder and lightning, and it pulled up bursts of lightning, and fell into Pei Min's hands.

Crackling lightning bounced, and the long sword in Pei Min's hand dragged countless arcs, squeezing the air and wind, bringing out a roar across the night sky, roaring down.

In an instant, sword light and thunder and lightning penetrated into the homes of the surrounding people, illuminating the streets around the temple.

……

Compared with the fierce confrontation and howling wind outside the temple.

In the Zhenjun Temple, the sound of needles falling can be heard quietly. The wooden sculptures lose their charm and stand on the altar with different postures. The ground behind the statue of Zhenjun, the flat floor tiles slowly undulate and bulge like breathing. , flattened, and then slightly raised...

Under the damp and cold surface, the golden talisman pattern in the coffin has lost its effect.

Lying in the coffin, the pale face gradually became bloody, and the abdomen gradually rose and fell, but he hadn't woken up yet.

Chen Yuan's consciousness was still in the vast and boundless emptiness, looking at the whirling nebula, and the golden alchemy on the altar was cast into a fiery red color by the power of the incense.

After another unknown period of time passed, the golden core turned red, peeling off little by little, revealing a transparent film of light.

Feeling all these changes, Chen Yuan's consciousness became clearer, and she gently grasped the palm of her hand, and her outer body began to do the same.

in an instant.

The golden pill wrapped in the nebula that was wrapped in the power of the incense shook violently, and countless debris flew away in an instant. There was a golden light in the field of vision, which made Chen Yuan close her eyes and turn her head away.

It took him a while to get used to it. Looking at the altar again, the golden pill with the size of a fist had become huge and condensed into a circle. In the faint golden light, there was a translucent light film, and a baby could be vaguely seen inside. s things.

Golden elixir... Dan Poying out...

Chen Yuan stepped on the nebula under her feet, endured the burning pain and approached it step by step, and reached out to touch the huge golden elixir.

moment.

The body in the coffin, the eyelashes trembling, and the limbs gradually regained consciousness.

At this time, outside the temple, the lightning hit the night, and Pei Min, who was falling with a sword, was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through the courtyard wall of a house, and crashing through another wall from the eyes of the trembling people on the bed. Straight down to the street outside.

Lightning receded.

Li Congyun's bun was a little messy, his body twitched from time to time, and electric arcs bounced.

Ever since he came out of Town Demon's Cave, even decades ago, he was imprisoned by his master and senior brother to Town Demon's Cave. survive.

Under the messy snow-white hair bun, the old man looked at the Zhenjun Temple, and grabbed it in mid-air, and the ancient sword flew back into his hand.

Stepping on the ravines drawn by the sword energy on the ground, he walked towards the gate of the temple.

"Chen Yuan, come out!"

The moment he grumbled through his teeth, a figure in ragged clothes suddenly flashed aside, raised his hand and punched him, he blocked him with his sword, and looking back, the crazy old man was riding an old cow, spreading his hooves and kicking ran away
(End of this chapter)