Chapter 486 Thousands of magic weapons are no match for the White Tiger’s sword!

Author: Duguhuan

Chapter 486 Thousands of magic weapons are no match for the White Tiger’s sword!

Upon hearing Li Daoxuan's words, Qian Jizi's eyes flashed with anger.

"Five Plagues, Lao Zhu, let's fight him. Don't hide it. Use all the tricks you can to suppress him!"

"Huh, if I fight him, I don't believe that he can maintain this state forever?"

"Let's take action together."

The five evil elders were all veterans of the martial arts world who had experienced great storms. Although they were frightened at the moment, after hearing Li Daoxuan's words, they already understood the other party's strong murderous intention.

At this point, the only option is to fight to the death and survive!

Even if he dies, he must teach this arrogant boy a lesson he will never forget!

Zhu Lao Mo was the first to take action. His body became a bit bigger, he opened his bloody mouth and spit out a stream of black evil wind towards Li Daoxuan.

For a moment, Li Daoxuan was surrounded by darkness, flying sand and rocks, making it difficult to see.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhu Laomo's huge body ran and became even bigger. Every step made the ground tremble. Black light flowed from the two protruding fangs, and they pushed towards Li Daoxuan's body.

These two fangs are the magic weapons that he has been refining for many years. They are tempered with demonic energy, blood energy, evil spirit and filthy energy every day. They specialize in breaking Taoism. They once penetrated a Taoist Yang God and tore him into pieces.

Two halves.

Qian Jizi also took action, and he took out the trump card that he had treasured for many years, a magic weapon like a rattle.

But there is nothing childlike about this drum, because the drum handle is carved from white bones, the drum head is covered with human skin, and the umbilical cord is used as silk thread, with several small skulls hanging on it.

Dangdang!

As the rattle was shaken, an extreme level of resentment and hostility emerged, rushing towards Li Daoxuan like a tide.

"Li Daoxuan, how about taking a look at my frightening drum?"

Qian Jizi's voice sounded with a hint of pride. It was obvious that the Zimu Fright Drum was his proud work and he had great confidence in it.

Facing the menacing pig demon, just as Li Daoxuan was about to raise his Suzaku Bow, a sharp drum sound sounded in his ears, as if countless ghosts were howling in his ears.

In a trance, he saw many evil ghosts transformed by mothers and children rushing toward him. Some of the mothers had burnt marks on their bodies, while others appeared on their children.

Violence, soaring rage!

This violent energy was so strong that it almost obscured the stars in the sky. There seemed to be thousands of ghosts walking at night in the entire Chang'an City, and groups of demons were born.

Under the control of Qian Jizi, those ghosts rushed towards Li Daoxuan.

According to common sense, regardless of whether it is a resentful spirit or a fierce ghost, one should stay away from Li Daoxuan, who is half a step into the Yang Shen realm.

But it was unknown what kind of abuse these ghosts had endured, and they were so full of resentment that Li Daoxuan had only seen them in his life. Not only were they not afraid of him, but they even attacked him as if they were crazy.

In just an instant, Li Daoxuan was overwhelmed by the sea of ​​these fierce ghosts.

The violent energy soaring to the sky even overshadowed the pure Yang Qi in his body, as if the vast ocean extinguished the sun.

Seeing this scene, Qian Jizi showed a proud smile.

This mother-in-law frightening drum is his most satisfying work in the past decades. He has put in countless efforts and has reached the level of a low-grade spiritual treasure. He even used this drum to grind a sun god to death!

In order to refine this drum, he found thousands of pairs of mothers and children, and placed each mother and child on a red-hot iron plate. Most mothers would choose to pick up their children and let themselves be burned to death, while a few would die in severe pain.

, place the child under your feet.

Such a dead soul hates heaven and earth, has extremely powerful resentment, and is not even afraid of facing the Yangshen realm.

It took Qian Jizi decades to make this drum. It was also his biggest trump card. Every time he used it, he had to sacrifice it with the blood of the Yang God!

"Li Daoxuan, admit defeat now——"

Qian Jizi's words came to an abrupt end before he finished speaking. He saw a bright mysterious light blooming among the ghosts, and a huge Xuanwu shadow appeared, with a dragon's head and a turtle's tail, and a snake coiled on the turtle's back, accompanied by huge waves.

Xuanhuang.

Among the ghosts that were blown away in the sky, Li Daoxuan's eyes were cold and murderous, his basalt robe was fluttering, and his slender fingers were already pressed on the handle of the white tiger knife at his waist.

Qian Jizi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave for a moment. He felt that his neck seemed to have been separated before the knife was unsheathed.

Fortunately, a pig growled loudly at this moment, and Zhu Laomo slammed into Li Daoxuan with thunderous force, his sharp fangs blooming with a strong demonic aura.

Li Daoxuan looked cold, his long hair fluttering, and with a flick of his finger, the White Tiger Golden Sword was half an inch out of its sheath.

Roar!

The tiger roars, and the golden evil spirit stirs up the wind and clouds in all directions, like Shura coming to the world, like ghosts and gods resurrecting!

Under the moonlit night, a huge pig demon's head flew up, with a hint of shock and confusion in its eyes, and viscous liquid was still secreting from its mouth.

Even the two sharp and strong fangs that he had tempered for hundreds of years were broken into several pieces, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

The blood spurted out from the neck, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it looked like a splash-ink painting with extraordinary artistic conception.

Li Daoxuan passed by this painting without even looking at the separated pig demon. Only the white tiger golden knife in his hand was still dripping with blood under the moonlight.

In an instant, Zhu Laomo's body turned into a human form again, shaking constantly on the ground. His strong vitality prevented him from dying directly, but he struggled and groped on the ground, trying to find his head.

He actually knew that the "Canopy Transformation" that he had practiced all his life had been broken. Even if the head was reattached, he would only be able to survive. However, the fear of death and the desire for survival made him still unable to help but try.

struggle.

At this moment, he finally understood why the people whose limbs he had cut off and used as food still begged for help even though they knew they would die.

Zhu Laomo's head rolled down on the ground, and finally stopped in a corner, where several people were hiding and shivering.

"help me……"

Zhu Lao Mo never dreamed that one day, he would be begging these two-legged sheep that he looked down upon at all.

However, what responded to him were stones, wooden sticks and dark sickles.

…

Li Dao

The tip of the knife bleeds.

His hair was fluttering, his eyes sharper than the light of a sword looked at Qian Jizi, and he said calmly: "Now, it's your turn."

Qian Jizi trembled and subconsciously looked to his side.

"Five plagues, help quickly——"

However, there was nothing there, and the Five Plagues had disappeared without knowing when. Perhaps they were invisible, or perhaps they had used the art of transformation to hide in Chang'an City.

Li Daoxuan ignored the hidden Five Plagues for the time being, but looked at Qian Jizi quietly, and slowly raised the White Tiger Golden Sword in his hand.

Roar!

The roar of the tiger shook Chang'an, and the golden evil spirit became more intense. It seemed that Zhu Laomo's blood made the white tiger spirit even more excited.

The white tiger is the god of the West and controls the evil spirit of war. Therefore, the ancient tokens for dispatching troops and generals are also called tiger charms.

Among the Four Saints, the White Tiger kills the most!

There was a trace of despair in Qian Jizi's eyes.

"Li Daoxuan, we can talk again!"

As he spoke, he used all the various protective magic weapons he had accumulated for free, including a strong black armor shield, armor forged from fine gold, a black cover, and protective robes...

Li Daoxuan did not take action immediately, but quietly watched him deploy various defensive magic weapons.

"Do you still remember our conversation in Qianji Cave?"

As Li Daoxuan spoke, he waved the White Tiger Sword in his hand.

"I said, you evil cultivators, either do it or die."

Zheng!

The sound of swords shook the sky, golden light flew down like meteors, and the white stars in the sky suddenly shined brightly, and then returned to normal. However, everyone in Chang'an seemed to have seen a winged white tiger bathing in the starlight.

A sudden appearance.

Li Daoxuan had already sheathed his sword, blocking the edge of the White Tiger's golden sword inch by inch, and returning the world to silence.

But Qian Jizi in front of him had a thin red line on his neck.

The shield is broken, the armor is torn, the cover is broken, the clothes are torn, and people die.

With one strike, all your magic weapons will turn into scrap metal.

"You...you..."

Qian Jizi tried hard to say something, but blood kept pouring out of his throat, making him unable to speak.

His pupils became darker and darker, like candles in the wind.

If it were normal, with his cultivation level, even if his head was cut off, he would be able to reattach it again, but unfortunately, it was the White Tiger Golden Sword that cut him off.
To be continued...