It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 230 Sword Cultivator

"Brother, please leave!"

"Please tell me a little bit more."

"Hmph! How can I, our Huainan Mansion, be like you who hide their heads and keep their tails open? They can come and leave whenever they want?"

Several figures suddenly stopped Li Qinglin like a sudden change in the wind and clouds.

You Ji, the Thousand Machine Hand, is an old man with a broken arm. He has a bronze jade hand attached to it, and his back is decorated with Taotie patterns.

He smiled: "I wonder where your name comes from?"

"Get out of the way, why are you talking so much? Let's talk about it after the fight!"

Chen Cejun flew out, holding the Dragon Bird Sword. He moved like a tiger descending from the mountain, slashing down at Li Qinglin head-on!

The strong wind blew open Li Qinglin's face, revealing a young face.

"Why are you so young?"

"Impossible! Looking at his blood and flames, he seems to be only about thirty years old?!"

"Could it be that he practiced the secret technique of turtle breath and hid his true age?"

"It's impossible for him to have entered the third level of martial arts ten years ago, right?"

Everyone's eyes shrank, and they were so surprised that they almost exploded.

They all thought that the warrior behind Chen Bufan was an old monster who had lived for nearly a hundred years. After all, "Tao Palace Hidden Divine Notes" was all-encompassing, with profound intentions and a profound foundation, and required a lot of martial arts experience to support it.

No shortcuts can be taken at all!

But at this time, seeing Li Qinglin's age, everyone had the illusion that he was living at a disadvantage at his young age!

Chen Cejun was the first to take action, so naturally he was also shocked, but his speed did not slow down at all, and his hand was three points heavier.

"I don't believe it! Let me lift off your mask of pretending to be a ghost!"

Li Qinglin raised his eyebrows and raised his hands to greet him.

"boom!!!"

The sound of metal colliding sounded, and there was a loud bang. The majestic energy and blood poured out, setting off a wave visible to the naked eye, impacting in all directions.

The trees snapped, the river rolled, and the sailboats along the coast were shaken and almost overturned!

"His physique is too strong, isn't it?"

Everyone was horrified, their voices were a little distorted, and then they saw a figure flying back, landing on the ground and taking a few steps back, crushing the embankment on the bank, and then it was able to stabilize its body.

Chen Cejun looked at the Longque Saber in astonishment, the clear mark on his palm, and the smoke rising from the high temperature melting.

"My knife!!" Chen Cejun's heartbroken voice sounded.

Knocked back Chen Cejun with one palm.

On the other hand, Li Qinglin only paused for a moment before stepping onto the red waves and onto the shore.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at these people with cold eyes.

"It's not polite to come and not return. I just have a little gain, so I ask you to cast a spell!"

After saying that, the air around him shook, and waves rolled in like a tidal wave.

With a move of his hand, Li Qinglin actually caused the airflow to collapse, and a powerful force suddenly enveloped everyone.

Seeing this, You Ji suddenly remembered something and blurted out,

"Control Qi? Could it be that you are Wen Shoufei's disciple, Li Qinglin?!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple!"

Taoist Lilong's eyes were cold.

"So, Dairin Mingwang died in your hands?!"

After saying that, his Taoist robe fluttered, and the crane pattern embroidered on the robe shimmered, and then it actually fluttered its wings and flew away, carrying the wonderful pattern, stirring the fresh air between heaven and earth, and the strong wind howled from the cracks in the crane's feathers, Dragging countless green figures towards Li Qinglin's face.

"Using the secret pattern blood weapon to reach the third level of martial arts? Indulging in foreign objects, Xiao Dao'er!"

Li Qinglin lowered his gaze and looked at the crane that was getting closer and closer, almost touching his body.

This crane was created by Taoist Lilong who slaughtered thousands of cranes, turned the essence and blood into needles and threads, and woven them into Taoist robes. He retained the spirituality of the cranes and then 'stealed their souls'!

Tiger, deer, bear, ape...

As long as the number of spiritual beasts is greater and the quality is higher, the spiritual beings that Taoist Lilong can steal will be stronger!

But this kind of martial arts path, in front of Li Qinglin, who has all the power attributed to himself, is nothing more than a demonic path!

When I see it, I am not happy! The Three Treasures of the Heart Toad, Lung Mansion, and Kidney Gate were beating, and the flames outside Li Qinglin's body rose instantly, swallowing the crane in the fire.

Then, it spread suddenly!

The next moment, the flames hit the embankment and everyone hard, and the circular vibration spread in mid-air, shattering the clouds more than a hundred feet above, and creating waves below!

"puff……"

These people all took a few steps back, vomiting blood, but no blood came out of their mouths, because as soon as the blood appeared, it was completely evaporated by the high temperature!

"Goodbye everyone!"

After repelling the crowd, Li Qinglin laughed happily, then stepped on the breeze and walked away close to the ground. In the blink of an eye, only his back was left.

Only this time, everyone watched Li Qinglin's retreating back in silence and never caught up with him.

They looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

So many people tried to stop him, but he didn’t stop him?

Zheng!

However, the next moment, something changed.

After the shadow of a green peak sword appeared faintly, it flashed away and shot towards Li Qinglin.

"Immortal cultivator?"

"This is... a magic sword for sword cultivators in the foundation-building realm!"

"Could it be Immortal Guan Xi from Jie Cao Tower?"

This sudden change shocked everyone, and they could see each other's shock in each other's eyes.

Good guy, I really bought a set of bowl heads in a pottery store.

In addition to their group of talkers who succeeded Wuyulongmen, Lianlian Caolou actually sent immortal masters.

Maybe they are just part of this plan?

brush--

A bright sword light flashed past Qing Ming, and the billowing white clouds and the strong wind split in two at the next moment, forming two spectacular walls of wind and sea, as if half of the sky was torn in both directions.

It was only then that the sound of sword sounds came back from the distance.

You Ji subconsciously raised his head, wanting to stop something, but he still sighed with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"No matter why Immortal Master Xi is like this, Li Qinglin is my martial arts genius after all, and he should not have done this."

Although there were complaints in his words, he did not dare to directly accuse the Immortal Master Guan Xi.

Guan Xi was born in Jiecaolou, and he was a genuine sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. He had been cultivating a sword pill for more than a hundred years. His killing power far exceeded that of cultivators of the same level, and his hands were stained with countless blood.

Jie Cao Lou was a fortune teller, and he guarded the fortunes of humanity in the Huainan Prefecture. He was responsible for beheading many people who divided the territory and divided the country.

In You Ji's eyes, although Li Qinglin had unparalleled martial arts talents and even defeated them all, under the Qingfeng Sword, he was afraid that his hatred would disappear.

Taoist Lilong's hand subconsciously touched the crane pattern that was left empty on the Taoist robe. He smiled coldly, with a proud look in his eyes and did not say much.

A figure in white clothes slowly emerged from the ripples in the air. After dispelling the invisibility spell, Guan Xi said calmly,

"Wouldn't it be a disaster to keep such people who are disobedient to Da Jiang's discipline?"

"Humph!"

Chen Cejun didn't know what he was thinking of. He frowned deeply and looked at Guan Xi with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Da Jiang's forces are intertwined. Although there is an immortal dynasty that looks down on the world, he is the real master behind Da Jiang.

But Dajiang has thrived for thousands of years, and the Immortal Dynasty, the many immortal sects guarding the city, and various martial arts forces have long had me among them, and you among them.

Chen Cejun was originally from the army. He was suppressed by Jie Cao Lou in his early years, and suffered a lot of losses at the hands of Guan Xi.

"It's a pity. When Li Qinglin has fully grown up, he may become a figure like Martial Ancestor Wu Yong again..."

Although their positions were different, Chen Cejun still felt a little regretful. It was a pity that martial arts would lose a monster today.

"Boom..."

"Crash la la la..."

A strange noise came from a distance.

Then a large area of ​​sword light and fire light were intertwined, blocking everyone's view.

But... Qingfeng Sword has yet to kill the enemy.

Guan Xi's expression gradually became serious.

(End of this chapter)