Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 682 Weird Taoism
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The five-colored spiritual light moved at an incredibly fast speed, rushing into the spring thunder in the blink of an eye.

Xian Tianming was filled with anger, but he remained calm. He immediately swung his sword to meet Ling Mang.

The spring thunder rolled and pressed down.

But what he didn't expect was that the five-colored spiritual light was not moved at all. Instead, because of the crushing of the spring thunder, the greenness in it became even stronger, as if it had been greatly nourished.

He calmed down and waited, then he understood the reason.

It turns out that Hua Meimei's five-colored original spiritual light also contains the five elements, and has a special ability to differentiate and disintegrate.

He attacked with spring thunder, but failed to dissolve the foundation of the spiritual light. Instead, it was disintegrated by the spiritual light.

"This monster's innate magical powers are so formidable. If I want to win safely, I need to find another way..."

His thoughts raced, and he immediately decided not to show the Spring Thunder to anyone.

He spun the Jingzhe sword in his hand slightly, and the sharp green sword energy was revealed, rushing forward one after another.

Hua Meimei frowned unconsciously, realizing something was wrong.

I originally thought that Xian Tianming was using the method of controlling lightning with a sword, but now it seems that his sword skills are also extremely powerful.

Even with his Nascent Soul demon body, he felt a slight tingling sensation.

He had a secret thought in his mind, and did not change his response method easily. The five-colored spiritual light swarmed in like a tide, and fought against the sharp sword energy.

Seeing this, Xian Tianming sneered and used the sword light to twist the spiritual light fiercely. The spiritual light collapsed in an instant and turned into points of spiritual light and disappeared.

"You have such insignificant tricks, and you dare to embarrass yourself by doing so?" He laughed coldly and mocked her, intending to disturb Hua Meimei's mood.

Hua Meimei was too lazy to say more to him. Seeing that her own innate magical power was of little use, she simply retracted it. Then she shook her arms suddenly, soared into the sky, and rushed towards Xian Tianming with endless ferocity.

Although Xian Tianming belittled him in words, he did not actually underestimate his opponent. The Jingzhe Sword spun continuously, the sky howled, and the sword energy was rampant.

In the blink of an eye, the area within a radius of over a hundred miles was filled with emerald sword light like a sea and fog.

"Swish!"

Hua Meimei rushed out not far, his body was already covered with scars and blood, but he did not stop at all. Finally, he approached the opponent and punched him without thinking!
The demonic body of the Nascent Soul was so powerful that it could reach the sky. When he threw this punch, the surrounding void darkened, and it seemed as if it could not withstand such a huge force and collapsed.

Xian Tianming's expression changed slightly, and he quickly made a sword gesture and flew away, narrowly avoiding the shocking attack.

This is also the difficulty of sword cultivation. Not only are they ferocious in killing, but their flying and escaping methods are also amazing.

When you encounter opponents that you have no way to deal with, even if your realm is not high enough, you can still be invincible.

Hua Meimei cursed inwardly upon seeing this, knowing in her heart that she couldn't be dragged on any longer, otherwise no matter how strong her demon body was, it would eventually collapse.

Thinking of this, he suddenly let out a loud shout, the sound of which stopped the moving clouds and shook the heaven and earth.

At the same time, an extremely palpitating feeling surged in the hearts of thousands of cultivators. From those in the Qi Condensation Foundation Establishment stage to those in the late Nascent Soul stage, their faces all changed and they looked carefully ahead.

Han Yuan Zhenjun frowned slightly and thought to himself, "Could it be..."

He unconsciously raised his eyes to the sky, his sight seemingly reaching the palace above the clouds, and fell on the calm and composed demon ancestor...

Everyone around could sense that something was wrong, and Xian Tianming, who was the first to be affected, was naturally no exception. He felt even more stressed and his heart palpitations were even worse.

Looking at Hua Meimei, whose breath was gradually fading into nothingness, he forced himself to concentrate. Although he didn't know what kind of magical power she was going to use, he knew that he couldn't let her do whatever she wanted.

So his eyes moved, and he immediately shouted: "Stop playing tricks!"

He leaped forward, the sharp edge of the Jingzhe sword in his hand flashed brightly, and suddenly a sword sound rang out between heaven and earth, and it fell from the sky and slashed down.

Judging from the momentum, if Hua Meimei was hit, she would be seriously injured if not killed. Just as the Jingzhe Sword broke through the layers of obstacles and was about to strike the ground, Hua Meimei's eyes suddenly opened and closed, and with just a slight stretch of her hand, she grabbed the Jingzhe Sword!
This hand was ordinary, but it contained great power. It grabbed the Jingzhe Sword like an iron clamp, preventing it from moving forward at all.

"How can this be!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Using a demonic body to resist the power of a sword cultivator was something most strength cultivators could do, but to single-handedly capture the Jingzhe Sword, the inherited spiritual treasure of the Twenty-Four Sword Palaces, like Hua Meimei, even Wei Mingde wouldn't dare attempt it...

Xian Tianming's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but no matter how hard he tried, how could he defeat the Nascent Soul Demon King?
"You have a trump card, don't I have one?"

He gritted his teeth and pondered secretly, then decisively stretched out his left hand and knocked it against his brow, then pulled and tugged, unexpectedly pulling out another magic sword from it.

Although this spiritual sword is not among the twenty-four sword palaces, it is also a spiritual treasure grade. He nurtures it with his soul from time to time, and its power is not much inferior to that of the Jingzhe Sword.

This is also one of his trump cards, which few people know about.

"Break it for me!"

He changed his sword and slashed again. The swords whistled and the sharp intention swept across the sky with thousands of feet of light.

"clang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and Hua Meimei stretched out her hand again and held it tightly.

Two excellent spiritual swords fell into his hands!

However, this time, Xian Tianming's expression did not change. Instead, his eyes flashed, and a hint of joy arose in his heart.

"Now that my hands are tied, I'll see how you can stop me!"

His whole body trembled, the clouds surged, the top of his head opened wide, and a shocking sword intent shot up into the sky.

When the clouds rolled and dispersed, the natal sword infant appeared. Although he did not have a magic sword in his hand, the sword intent was more obvious.

"go with!"

With a light shout, the sword infant instantly split into three sword beams, each of which was as powerful as the one just now. Now they were all used together, leaving only a sharp feeling between heaven and earth.

"Like holding a sword in one hand?"

Xian Tianming smiled coldly. The distance was so close that he believed that unless Hua Meimei was a late-stage cultivator, there was no possibility that she would be unscathed.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

But the next moment, three more similar sounds were heard, and Xian Tianming's eyes widened into balls with an expression of disbelief.

Not only him, even Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he saw that thousands of cultivators around him all had the same expression.

"What kind of Taoism is this..."

At the same time, everyone asked this question.

Hua Meimei, who was under the sword light, did not avoid the three sword beams, and he didn't even try to dodge.

However, from his broad shoulders, three hands suddenly stretched out, each holding three sword beams!
It's not an illusion, it's a real arm...

This strange scene even made Xian Tianming speechless for a moment. Even Wei Mingde and Wei Chu from Longxiang Mountain had their eyes brightened at this moment, and their hearts felt as if they were being squeezed, with palpitations and burning sensations.

"He...how many hands does he have?"

These are not the thousands of hands and feet under the demon body, but the changes under the human form. The Taoist rhyme is different, so it naturally has nothing to do with Hua Meimei's identity as a demon cultivator.

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(End of this chapter)