Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest became angry. He took out a jade sword about three inches long from his arms and made a gesture of crushing it.

The little Taoist priest was shocked when he saw this and said: "Master, is this the sword intention of the ancestor?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, and then gently pinched a crack. Suddenly, the terrifying sword intent filled the air, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

The fish intestine sword in Li Daoxuan's hand is constantly shaking, as if expressing fear?

Not only the Yuchang Sword, but also Li Daoxuan himself felt as if his physical body was falling apart.

What a terrifying sword intent!

In comparison, the sword power of the middle-aged Taoist priest was simply worth mentioning, dwarfed by the big one.

"Return the Chixia Sword to me, otherwise I will crush this jade sword. There is a sword intention contained in it by my ancestor of Wanshou Palace. With your cultivation in the early stage of Bigu, no matter how many magic weapons you have, you will never be able to stop it. !”

This jade sword was originally a life-saving thing given to him by his ancestor, and it was his last trump card. He didn't expect that he would be forced out of it by a little Taoist priest who was in the early stage of fasting.

The Patriarch once warned that the Jade Sword should not be used unless absolutely necessary, but now the middle-aged Taoist priest does not care so much anymore. The Chixia Sword is his lifeblood and must not be thrown away!

"Haha, threatening me?"

Li Daoxuan slowly took off the oil-paper umbrella tied to his back.

He didn't want to rely too much on Sister Yu's power, which would make it difficult to become a truly strong man, so in the previous battle, he deliberately tied the oil-paper umbrella behind his back.

"Do you think you are the only one who has a master?"

Li Dao

The dark wind howled all around, as if I had suddenly arrived in the underworld.

Wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, she held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on embroidered shoes. Her green silk hair was like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind. She looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with eyes that contained no trace of emotion.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion changed drastically. Just by being looked at by Chen Ziyu, the magic power in his body surged and his whole body became cold.

The fierce ghost in red!

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest cursed in his heart, this was a red-clothed ghost equivalent to the Yin Shen realm!

Are the Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain mentally ill? The majestic red-clothed fierce ghost actually gave it to a disciple who was in the early stage of fasting?

Even in a big sect like Maoshan, the red-clothed fierce ghost is hard to find. If it were in some small sects, it might be regarded as a treasure to suppress the sect!

"who are you?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared at Li Daoxuan closely, his eyes were very fearful.

Being able to use thunder magic and possessing a red-clothed fierce ghost, although the other party's cultivation level is not high, his status in Longhu Mountain may not be simple.

Li Daoxuan was also a little afraid of the jade sword, and said calmly: "Listen carefully, Pindao is the ninth generation direct disciple of Longhu Mountain, Li Feiyu!"

Personal disciple!

There was a hint of understanding in the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes. Sure enough, the identity of the other party was not simple.

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Li Feiyu, I will remember you, I will definitely go to Longhu Mountain to seek justice in the future!"

After saying that, he took the little Taoist priest and turned around to leave.

Although losing the Chixia Sword made him extremely painful, the appearance of the red-clothed fierce ghost forced him to swallow his anger. He was not sure that the ancestor's sword intention could kill Hong-coat.

Looking at the two people walking away, Chen Ziyu's hair was fluttering in the wind, ready to pursue them.

A hand pressed on her wrist.

"Sister Yu, let them go."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and put away the murderous intention in his heart.

Just like the reason why the middle-aged Taoist priest left, Li Daoxuan was not sure that Sister Yu could block the jade sword. Even if she blocked it, she might be injured.

Master once said that Xu Qingxuan, the contemporary founder of Wanshou Palace, is an existence with half a foot in the Yang Shen realm. He has profound cultivation and unparalleled swordsmanship. He is extremely famous among sword cultivators in the world and is known as the White-browed Sword Immortal.

The sword intent he created cannot be underestimated.

Li Daoxuan didn't want to bet. Sister Yu was not a magic weapon or prop to him, but his friend.

Chen Ziyu seemed to have sensed his thoughts. She glanced sideways slightly but said nothing. She turned into a wisp of smoke and escaped into the umbrella again.

…

The middle-aged Taoist priest and his apprentice ran all the way, hoping to reach Yuzhang City as soon as possible.

For some reason, he felt inexplicably anxious, and his mind was muddled, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The Taoist cultivator's perception is very keen. He suspected that the boy did not intend to let him go, so he wanted to enter Yuzhang City quickly.

The empress once made a rule that once entering Yuzhang City, no matter what grievances or grudges there are, you are not allowed to fight, otherwise you will be invited by her to "drink tea" in the Green Underworld.

More than ten years ago, two Yin Shen realm masters with high self-control magic power attacked the city. However, they disappeared the next day. Later, someone entered the Green Underworld and saw them "drinking tea" there.

When the tea is poured into the belly, three-thirds turns into boiling oil, which cooks the internal organs, and the remaining seven-thirds turns into swords, which penetrate the intestines and pierce the belly...

After running for an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged Taoist priest did not have much mana left in his body. He stopped and meditated cross-legged with his apprentice to restore his mana.

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In order to prevent being harassed by wild beasts, he also found some branches to light a fire.

Flames and even Yang energy can also drive away lonely ghosts wandering around at night.

A moment later, the two people who were immersed in pranayama meditation did not notice that the fire suddenly jumped and a huge and twisted shadow appeared behind them.

…

Half an hour later.

Li Daoxuan finished adjusting his breath and continued to rush towards Yuzhang City.

Suddenly, the fish intestine sword on his waist clanked in its sheath, as if he had received some kind of inspiration.

Clang!

Li Daoxuan seemed to hear the harsh sound of swords in his ears, and suddenly he saw a divine sword that reached heaven and earth.

boom!

A huge noise came, stirring up many sleeping birds and animals.

Li Daoxuan stared blankly into the distance. The scene just now was not an illusion, because Cuiwei Mountain... collapsed!

He saw that the Cuiwei Mountain he had just walked through not long ago was now cut in half with a sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Li Daoxuan knew that it was the middle-aged Taoist priest who crushed the jade sword and used the sword intention of the ancestor.

"This is an existence close to the Yangshen realm..."

Li Daoxuan was extremely shocked. He only had half a foot in the Yangshen realm, but he had such terrifying strength?

Break the mountain with one sword!

As expected, he is indeed the best swordsman in the world, a Taoist master known as the White-Eyebrow Sword Immortal!

At the same time, Li Daoxuan also knew that the middle-aged Taoist priest might have encountered some danger.

Sure enough, the next moment, the frightened voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest rang out, echoing through the mountains and forests.

"Li Feiyu...I hate it!"

The voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, and finally stopped abruptly, without any movement.

Li Daoxuan trembled, knowing that the guy must have been cold, but why did he call Li Feiyu in the end?

But this is not important anymore. Li Daoxuan only knows that after the opponent used the Patriarch's Sword Intent, he still failed to survive the crisis!

Run away, run away quickly!
Chapter completed!