flying sword

Chapter 48

"Hmph, this is a good show." A young man in the dark snorted coldly, his eyes full of teasing.

"I don't know which junior brother is here?" Xin Jiuli looked at the source of the voice and said calmly.

"Boy, you are so ignorant to grab my position, how can I convince you in the future if you don't teach you a lesson today!!!"

The owner of that voice became visibly angry, before the person arrived, a black air visible to the naked eye had already appeared in the square.

"Master, it's Senior Brother Qiandai." Su Ziyu said to Patriarch Huang Quan with an embarrassed expression when he heard the sound.

"It's okay, let's take a look first before we talk." Patriarch Huang Quan smiled slightly, but he had no intention of making a move.

Even though Su Ziyu was extremely anxious, he could only look at the square again in resentment when he saw Patriarch Huang Quan's obviously looking forward to the show.

Xin Jiuli held his breath nervously at this time, the black mist in front of him was so strange that it vaguely gave him a very familiar feeling, and suddenly he thought of the dead air in the pool of blood.

This breath is clearly the breath of death.

It seems that the person on the opposite side has clearly mastered the method of using dead energy to fight the enemy.

However, except for the momentary accident, Xin Jiuli didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, but a fighting spirit was aroused in his heart.

At this time, it is an excellent opportunity to establish his own WeChat, so how could he be afraid.

"It's just a small skill, see that I have broken your supernatural power."

Xin Jiuli muttered something, and quickly formed a handprint in his hands.When the handprints were quickly completed, there was a burst of dazzling white light between the hands.

Xin Jiuli shouted loudly: "Get out of the sheath!"

Just when everyone was puzzled by what Xin Jiuli had done, a black sword in the hand of the disciple closest to Xin Jiuli suddenly flew out of the scabbard with a "chuss".

"Ah... what, what's going on!!!"

The disciple looked around, with the expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, the disciples around were staring at Xin Jiuli with wide eyes, without even blinking.

"It's a sword cultivator, this person is actually a sword cultivator!!"

Someone in the crowd screamed loudly.

"Hiss... it turned out to be a sword cultivator, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant."

Although these disciples have not practiced the flying sword technique, they have heard a little about the power of sword repair.

It is rumored that every sword cultivator has the strength to leapfrog challenges, and in the world of cultivating immortals, they are even a type of monk that people in the magic way are very afraid of.

"It's a pity, this person's cultivation is obviously still at the Kaiyuan stage, otherwise he could have been called down with Senior Brother Qiandai."

A gleam flashed in the young man's eyes, and he shook his head with a look of great pity.

"Hmph, so what if you are a sword cultivator, in the way of the devil, you can only be punished."

A disdainful voice came out from the black mist, and then the scope of the black mist expanded, and it rushed towards Xin Jiuli in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Xin Jiuli also moved. After he made a gesture, the dark black sword in the sky instantly seemed to come alive. After a few circles, it stabbed into the black mist from a strange angle. .

Under the power of the black sword, the surrounding death energy retreated one after another, a scene as if a wave was cut in half.

But it's a pity that the flying sword didn't penetrate for long, and the speed began to slow down. Not long after, a figure appeared in the field of vision right in front of the flying sword.

This person was wearing a black robe, and a black hat on his head covered his original face, making it hard to see clearly.

"Hey, your strength is nothing more than that."

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, the black sword in front of him fell silently to the ground, making a crisp sword sound.

Seeing this scene, Xin Jiuli's face really turned livid.

He originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary arrogant disciple, who was just a fool out of his head for a while.

But now it seems that it is obviously not the case. The strength displayed by the other party has completely exceeded the strength of the Yuan Kaijing, and he can't help but think of a terrible word in his head.

"Concentrated Light Realm!!!"

"Damn it, how could I meet a disciple in the Light Condensation Realm..."

Xin Jiuli was at a loss as he stood on the stone platform. He seemed very helpless for such a master, and he didn't know how to win.

"Junior brother, I think you and I may have misunderstood, I am here today completely belong to Patriarch Huang Quan..."

"court death!"

As soon as the man in black on the opposite side heard the words of Patriarch Huang Quan, he immediately made a move. A black mist and a chilly aura came to Xin Jiuli, forcing him to pause his next words.

The black mist rushed towards the face in an instant, and formed a huge ghost head in the next moment. The mouth of the ghost head was so big that it would not be too much to swallow a room in one gulp.

But at this moment, what the ghost is going to swallow is not a house. Xin Jiuli knows that this guy wants to swallow himself in one bite! ! !

Xin Jiuli couldn't help being anxious, and hurriedly summoned a few small fireballs, trying to resist the attack of the ghost head, so as to give himself a little time to escape.

But what made him speechless was that his fireball technique did not cause any damage to the ghost head at all. The huge ghost head chased towards Xin Jiuli who was at the side without stopping, and it seemed that he would catch up in a few seconds. Xin Jiuli.

"Master..." Su Ziyu couldn't help blurting out after seeing this scene.

"Humph!"

Patriarch Huang Quan also squinted his eyes at this time, his expression became dignified. The next moment, his figure disappeared in place. Su Ziyu looked again, but saw that Patriarch Huang Quan had arrived in front of Xin Jiuli, glaring at him. The huge ghost head in front of him.

As soon as Huang Quan's ancestor Fang appeared, the man in black robe in the distance was obviously stunned, but his eyes flashed fiercely, instead of stopping the spell, he urged the ghost head to bite the two of them more violently.

At this moment, Huang Quan Patriarch suddenly opened his mouth and sucked fiercely at the huge ghost head. The huge ghost head instantly turned into mist and was sucked into Huang Quan's stomach.

I don't know how big the stomach of Huang Quan Patriarch is, and such a huge ghost head was sucked in.

But even though the fog cleared, two clusters of gleaming green flames appeared in front of his eyes. Although the flames were the size of eggs and not very angry on the surface, they made Xin Jiuli feel cold in his bones.

Patriarch Huang Quan also showed a solemn expression at this moment, suddenly he inhaled again, but immediately spit out two clusters of green fire on the ground where no one was standing.

The seemingly weak green fire, as soon as it hit the ground, ignited violently as if it encountered gasoline, and within a radius of [-] meters, it was instantly burned to the point that not a single blade of grass could grow.

"Chiyo, do you dare to attack me now?"

Patriarch Huang Quan sternly shouted at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man kept rolling his eyes, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, and after a while he saluted respectfully: "I don't dare, it's just that the senior brother just joined the sect, so the disciple couldn't help but ask the senior brother for advice on two tricks. Also ask the master to punish."

(End of this chapter)