Stubborn Swordsman

With one strike of Li Haoran's sword, a quarter of the rotting corpse giant was eliminated. Everyone present, except Luo Qiuling, probably did not expect this.

This is especially true for the Heavenly Sword cultivators, Yuan Chengfang didn't hesitate, and immediately unsheathed that sharp sword, and then twenty flying swords descended from the sky, pointing the tip of the sword at Li Haoran's head, rushing down!

This sealed fairy sword is named "Qingfeng".It's not Yuan Chengfang's natal sword, but something from his ancestors, so it was rewarded for doing a great thing.

But after thousands of years of nurturing, he can already control three points of sword intent.But because the sword was too high-grade, Yuan Chengfang could only use [-]% of his power, and he had to hand over the rest to the sword spirit on the fairy sword.

The saying that all things have spirits is not just for laughs, whether it is swords, numbers, mountains, rivers... even the needles and threads in the hands of those old Taoist priests, they all have spirits!

What is spirit?

There is such a saying, Zhiling.A thing enlightened to wisdom has its own subjectivity, and after being nurtured by the aura of heaven and earth, it produces a spirit.

With a spirit, one can communicate with people, but all things are different from spirits, and the most common thing that can know each other is the one that is born.

For example, if a pig has been with humans for 20 years after being together day and night, then humans will also know what the pig is going to do, when it is time to poop, and when it wants to eat.

And the lifespan of the characters in the immortal family is even wider, and they have been complemented by the magic weapon of their own destiny for thousands of years. In this way, they must understand some of the opponent's thoughts. During the time, he took good care of this "little ancestor", and over time, the two had a feeling.

That fairy sword was in the head, and the sword power it exuded was very broad, standing out from the crowd, and a gust of wind came, and in a blink of an eye, the sword intent erupted like a mountain torrent!Sweeping straight down, it should be a demonstration of heaven and earth!

Lu Daozi's breath was still there, although he was injured, but fortunately he was woken up, his eyes converged again, and then the wind turned straight down, his big foot stomped on it, and eighteen coffins appeared above the ground.

A chilly aura was drifting into the distance, and even alarmed a priest from the Profound Sky Kingdom. He was an old boy who was playing chess with his friends and drinking. He frowned and looked at the east. and go.

Li Haoran's face remains the same, neither the fairy sword nor the eighteen coffins have caused a ripple in his heart. Seeing the size of the world, people are like mustard seeds. I wait for a moment of glory, and it will disappear in a blink of an eye.

If you want to survive forever, if you want to live forever, you must climb that majestic avenue and go straight to Qingluan!

As soon as the Sword of Immortal Execution came out, the rays of light overflowed, and the young man in white clothed his sword with Qi, and when he came out with Immortal Executioner, he took the lead. He went straight towards the Immortal Sword without a trace of muddy water. Li Haoran was even better, and with the way of the sword, the fairy sword even seemed to shrink back, but it used the weak to meet the strong, even though it hit the stone with an egg, but how could our fairy sword be cowardly and shrink back because of defeat?

Think of the first generation master, it was so brilliant!God of War, cut all directions!How can I wait for the fairy sword to lose his name!

The fairy sword has its own spirit, and it is complemented by about twenty flying swords behind it. This is the momentum of a sword formation of Tianjianzong, which can be retreated but not timid!

The confrontation between the two was like opening the sky, and the sword energy and rays of light rushed out, without any pretensions, just like ordinary, fist to fist, palm to palm, sword to sword!

Li Haoran didn't care if he lost the Immortal Execution Sword. The foundation of sword cultivation is not in the sword, let alone the quality of the sword. Every plant and tree can be a sword.But a good sword is always stronger than that wooden sword. When it comes to strength, it still depends on whether the person is strong or not.

Li Haoran stepped on the ground, flew out, and went straight in like a cannonball.

Lu Daozi grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing a sneer, and took a deep breath. Countless black smoke rose up and surrounded the surroundings, but he saw a faint light on the magic knife, and the edge of the knife was divided into two, sucking the black air into the blade.

As soon as eighteen coffin boards flew out, they were as hard as gold, even stronger than spirit stones. Immediately, a gust of wind howled and was smashed by Li Haoran's fist.

In the eighteen coffins, there are rotting corpses everywhere, with empty eyes. It seems that they have been dead for a long time, but their aura is not weak. Even if they have been dead for thousands of years, they still have that power. Mayor Ann!

In a blink of an eye, the eighteen figures were gone, and they arrived in front of Li Haoran. Although they had already died, their bodies had rotted, and there were maggots in their eye sockets, their strength was not weak at all. so so!

Li Haoran was not afraid, he fought fist against fist. When Lu Daozi saw it, he couldn't stop laughing, and dared to shake it with his body. Not to mention you Li Haoran can't eat it, this corpse poison is enough for you to drink a pot, now it's gone That strange sword, are you at the end of your rope?Feelings: The emperor brags about you so much, it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

Just when Lu Daozi lowered his vigilance, Li Haoran punched like a thunderbolt, making the earth and ears deafening!With one punch, he dared to shake the mountains and shake the ground!Such a great scene, like a fairy!

With one punch, Li Haoran blew a breath, and the poison of the corpse instantly dissipated. It was just like his body. In fact, there was no serious problem, but there were some dirty things, which had been baptized by the water of Yaochi Yuansheng. The body is just ordinary corpse poison, even the most evil thing in the world, it has to dodge in front of Li Haoran.

The most important thing is that there is still the blood of that little girl in his body. If it is in the world, what is a holy place?There is only one side, that is Yaochi, the children of Yaochi, especially the saint, a drop of blood is precious and priceless!

Li Haoran is not worth these things, and Luo Qiuling never mentioned her matter, but Li Haoran vaguely felt that someone came that day.

He has seen more powerful corpse poisons, and Lu Daozi's Taoism is not worth mentioning. Li Haoran rolled up his sleeves and shouted.

Then he punched out, and the air of the fist went straight to the sky!The body was beaten to pieces, Lu Daozi saw that it was not good, he held the magic knife and prepared to act, his body gradually returned to its original shape, the formation was smashed, naturally there was no spiritual power supply, and it quickly turned into this.

With the sword straight down, Li Haoran shattered fifteen corpses. Lu Daozi immediately stood down and held out the knife, but it hit Li Haoran's fist, and then stepped back ten steps, being backlashed by his own strength, he was shocked!

The body of this young man in white is as indestructible as that monster dragon and phoenix!

Li Haoran stepped forward with his backhand, grabbed Lu Daozi's head, and punched down, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his whole body was sluggish, like a candle in the wind.

Li Haoran stood aside and said slowly: "This punch is quite comfortable!"

Lu Daozi fell into a pool of blood, as if he wanted to speak, but unfortunately his frail body was already in ruins, and he couldn't even respond with a word of food or instigate a few words.

The eighteen carrion corpses have already been crushed by Li Haoran's three punches. If they didn't see the young man in white with his sword, others would think he was a great boxer, someone who could punch everywhere.

Who would have thought that for such a character, the cards in his hand would never end, and you, Li Haoran, are really the son of destiny?

Lu Daozi refused to accept it. He was once a demon lord, and he was also a man who had seen the peak of the broken void. The people in the eighteen coffins were once defeated. It was made into a rotting corpse, and it was thought to be used as a thug, but now the mountains are higher than the mountains. When I met this man, no... it should be said that he was a young man.

He is not convinced, why the luck of the world lies with others!And he can only be one side, there are many sights in the sky that day, and he wants to see it too!Compared to others, I, Liu, have put in so much effort, how come I am still a broken ghost?He is unwilling...

This is the path of the world. There are three thousand paths, none of which is the best, only the one that suits you the most. If you do something wrong, take the wrong path, it’s ridiculous to say that you blame others here.

Lu Daozi's aura gradually became low, and Li Haoran immediately punched him down. In this way, there was another person's aura missing in the world.

The boy's white clothes were covered with bloodstains, emitting an ominous look, and the magic knife rested "quietly" beside it. This knife can absorb people's energy and spirit, and if it lasts forever, the owner's life is hard to save. The use of the essence is even more useful. The dead flesh of others can be turned into a dead body for one's own use.

The former Heavenly Demon Ancestor relied on this hand, which shocked Yanhuang.But now, Sect Master Jietian, you can't watch these little tricks, besides, the big generation is coming, the older generation guys, it's time to retire.

Goodbye to the other side, the confrontation between swords and swords has long since ended, I saw a sharp sword stuck on the ground, surrounded by broken sword blades, standing with one sword, it should make the swords of the world retreat!

Seeing Lu Daozi being beaten to death by Li Haoran several times, the monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't bear it, and Luo Qiuling was already surrounded behind them, and she was about to strike with just a word from Li Haoran.

At this moment, Li Haoran glanced at the sky, then walked to the side of the Zhuxian sword, put it back into the scabbard, waved his hand, and signaled Luo Qiuling not to make a move, the latter followed, without saying a word, squinting his eyes, thinking about something...

"Since the senior is here, just show up."

The echo went through the valley, and then an old man slowly landed with a rusty sword on his back.

The old man's white temples were like frost, his breath was calm and powerful, his eyes were like torches, he was wearing a tattered robe, a green wine gourd was hanging on his waist, and he had a messy beard.

The old man stepped forward, looked at Lu Daozi's body, that is, the mud, then shook his head, sighed, picked up the magic knife at the side, and slammed it straight down. The magic knife was instantly suppressed and split into pieces.

"This thing can't be given to you. It's a disaster if it gets out. But it's supposed to be your trophy, so if I break it, I should be compensated."

The old man spoke, the atmosphere was a little serious, Li Haoran nodded, this person is very powerful, but from this point of view, he is a good talker.

Then I met the Heavenly Sword cultivator on the side, and said to Li Haoran, "Can you let these boys go?"

Li Haoran didn't respond positively, and asked, "What's the old man's meaning?"

"The great world is coming, we old people can only watch, and when we contribute, we can only watch you young people."

Li Haoran shook his head and said, "This reason is not enough."

The old man chuckled and said, "You're still a little clever! What's the matter, bargaining with the old man? Do you really have this ability?"

Luo Qiuling frowned, Li Haoran held her by the hand to let her relax.

But when the young man in white touched his bag and took out a small token, the old man came closer to see what strange things the little guy had come up with. Then he sensed a familiar aura and his expression shook. It seems vain.

In Li Haoran's hand, he was holding a token made of wood. It was old for some time, exuding a simple atmosphere, and the word "Xuan" was engraved on the front.