Qin Su said coldly: "The five sects in Liaodong and the five sects in the northwest have long been different from each other. This time you are chasing my senior brother, I can't join you in the same situation."

Zheng Yijing sneered: "Senior Brother? Hu Liang has been away from Butian Sect for many years and can no longer be considered a member of Butian Sect. Can you and this senior brother be lovers?"

Lu Yanbing doesn't care about this because she grew up in the Qingweizong period. The Qingweizong period was called the East China Sea monster back then. It was a reason why he had been used to all mean words, but Qin Su had to care, so he reached out to hold Yinxue on his waist, insisting on maintaining his reputation.

At this time, Li Xuan, who didn't want to make a big fight, couldn't continue to settle the matter. He reached out to stop Qin Su who wanted to step forward, took a step forward, and said, "Your Excellency has repeatedly spoken rudely. Do you really think that I, Li Xuan, are all a soft persimmon that dares not take action?"

Jia Wendao was very anxious when he saw this scene. Rumors said that the relationship between the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion and Miss Qin was extraordinary. It seems that it was almost the same. You were humiliating Miss Qin in your words. Wouldn't you force the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion to take action? He hurriedly said, "Mr. Li, he is unintentional. Mr. Li should not care. I will apologize to Miss Qin on his behalf. Mr. Li thinks what..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yijing raised his hand and the short sword in his hand had already flew out, like a long dragon Bai Lian. Then when he was still three feet away from Li Xuandu, it suddenly turned into nine flying swords.

Li Xuandu's face remained unchanged, and with a wave of his sleeves, the nine flying swords began to sway. Four swords turned their heads to kill Zheng Yijing, and four swords began to kill each other, leaving only the last sword swaying in front of Li Xuandu. However, anyone could see that this sword was at the end of his strength, and it was shattered by Li Xuandu's fingers.

Zheng Yijing was somewhat unexpected when facing four flying swords. Although he took the four swords, he was in a very embarrassing manner.

Li Xuandu smiled faintly and said, "It seems that Master Zheng wants to decide both the winner and the loss and the death of Li, so Li will do it!" After that, he just slapped the tabletop lightly, and a chopstick in the chopstick cage on the table jumped up and shot towards Zheng Yijing.

Zheng Yijing stepped out one step and stretched out a finger.

The chopsticks collided with their fingertips, and the whole chopstick kept moving forward and shattered inch by inch.

Zheng Yijing sneered: "The sword immortal of the Purple Mansion is just like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuandu swept his sleeves over the chopstick cage. The chopstick cage flew high, like a sword box, with the chopsticks in it being a flying sword, trembling endlessly. As long as it was shot out, it would be a sword rain.

Zheng Yijing's face changed drastically, he floated back, kicked a table, and poured his energy into a shield to resist the rain of arrows. But the next moment, the chopsticks shot the table into a sieve, and the castration was not diminished, but it still shot towards Zheng Yijing.

In desperation, Zheng Yijing could only use one of his protective treasures. A slightly illusory golden armor slowly appeared on his body, allowing the chopsticks to fall on it, but it just jingled, but it could not hurt him at all.

Zheng Yijing was a little calmer and was about to say a few words of face, but suddenly he felt a strong wind passing through the building, and countless tables and chairs flew up in the sky, mixed with tiles, bowls, chopsticks and other things, but Li Xuandu swept his legs in the form of "wind sweeping the broken clouds".

Zheng Yijing was shocked and could only resist with his golden armor. He never thought that this leg was extremely powerful. Although he failed to break his golden armor, he swept him out, causing his back to smash the wall and land on the outside street.

Li Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "You said we should bully the few with the more, so you three might as well take action together. I want to learn the unique skills of Wudao Sect!"

At this point, Jia Wendao knew that it was impossible to be good, so he could only shout: "Brother Xiao Wang, take action!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already lying in a vain and shot out two rays of blue smoke from his sleeves, the real and the real were uncertain, and he was erratic. Hu Liang shouted: "Be careful, this is the 'flowing smoke thorn' of the female sect!"

Li Xuan has heard of this method, which is not the category of martial arts, but the magic method of methods. It hurts people invisibly and is extremely difficult to prevent. The only disadvantage is that the distance is too short and you have to be close to you. How can alchemists fight with people in close combat? Therefore, although this technique is powerful, it is a bit useless. It is a pity to abandon it. I didn’t expect to see it today.

However, Li Xuan was not afraid. He had been in the world for more than ten years and had few defeats after hundreds of battles. He had never seen any strange methods, and the alchemist had never fought. Yan Feiqing was a alchemist and the old man of Tibetan could also be regarded as an alchemist. However, the higher the level of cultivation, the less obvious the boundary between alchemist and martial artist.

Faced with this "flowing smoke thorn" that looks like a virtual and like a real person, Li Xuandu simply used his own way to treat him, starting with the "cold moon saw" of the female sect. The "cold moon saw" energy condensed and gathered between the front lines, which is the most restraining method that seems like a virtual and like a real person but is inevitably dispersed.

Jia Wendao was shocked and did not dare to take action, so he could only retreat and avoid. At the same time, Wang Huchan had already pulled out the huge blood knife from behind and slashed at Li Xuandu. The huge sword wind seemed to be about to split the entire inn in half, and the doors and windows were constantly swaying, which was even more powerful than Li Xuandu's leg. It was obviously Wang Huchan who did it intentionally.

Since Li Xuandu said he wanted to learn it alone, the others would not interfere at this time. A red light flashed by. Before everyone could change their minds, they heard a tremolo of gold and stone, and the sword wind dissipated invisibly. Looking at it again, Li Xuandu pulled out his "white bone flowing light" and blocked the knife.

Jia Wendao had a fight with Wang Huchan. He knew the power of this sword, but Li Xuandu took it lightly. At this time, Wang Huchan was holding the knife in both hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hands and forearms burst out. It was obvious that he used all his strength, but Li Xuandu held the sword in one hand, which was really terrifying.

Li Xuandu said calmly: "If you have brute force, it will be difficult to become a climate after all, so let's go down."

In an instant, Wang Huchan screamed strangely, but the ground under his feet suddenly broke. They were on the second floor of the inn at this time, so how could Wang Huchan take such a move? Wang Huchan fell straight into the first floor without any precaution.

Li Xuan didn't care about him and rushed straight towards Jia Wendao.

When Jia Wendao saw that Zheng Yijing and Wang Huchan were almost met, they were defeated by Li Xuandu. He thought he was definitely not his opponent, so he wanted to retreat, but how could Li Xuandu let him do what he wanted? The "white bone flowing light" in his hand turned into white bones, and the coldness penetrated his soul, causing Jia Wendao's movements to freeze, and then Li Xuandu slapped Jia Wendao's chest with a palm.

This palm is the "Nine Yin Xuanming Dang" in the "Thirteen Swords of Taiyin", and even the Yin Qi is damaged by the enemy and destroyed things. After Jia Wendao was hit by a palm, he felt a stream of Yin Qi seeping into his body, mixing with the cold air, one weak and one solid, which made his whole body cold, like an ordinary person with no cultivation sleeping in the heavy snow all night, and he was completely frozen and unable to move at all.

Jia Wendao was shocked and hurriedly used his qi to resist. He thought that no matter how powerful Li Xuan was, he was still in the realm of the realm. With his cultivation, he dared not say that he could solve it. It would be no problem to resist one or two. However, as soon as he activates the qi, he immediately felt something was wrong. Although he could move freely, his whole body was still extremely cold, like a solid ice, only the palm in his chest was hot, like a braised iron.

He was shocked and forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief. He reached out and tore open the collar of his chest. He saw a pitch-black palm print on his chest. There were wisps of black air around the edge of the palm print. He suddenly lost his mind and exclaimed: "Ghost Curse!"

Not only Li Xuan was slightly stunned, but Hu Liang even widened his eyes.

Both of them remember clearly that Brother Song of the Fenglei Sect died of "ghost curse". The "ghost curse" was so difficult that even the leader of the Shenxiao Sect had no choice. Even after Brother Song died, even a layer of frost formed on the coffin, forcing the Shenxiao Sect to nail the coffin with magic weapons and carve talismans to prevent Brother Song's body from turning into a corpse demon to harm others.

How could Li Xuan use "ghost curse" at this time?

Even Li Xuan couldn't help but look down at his palm. What he used was clearly "Nine Yin Xuanming Dang", so why did it become a "ghost curse"?
Chapter completed!