No one knows the details of the sick clan and how many weird methods there are, even Lu Yingfeng doesn't know.

The sick seedling was rescued by him when he went out on business with his father a few years ago, and he has been with him ever since, but his background and why he appeared in that place have never been mentioned.

He didn't want to say it, and Lu Yingfeng didn't ask.

Moreover, in the past few years, the sick seedling has never used the family secret method, which has led some people in the Lu family to question his identity as a family.

It was not until today that the sick seedlings finally showed the true disease mastery.

Although he and Lu Yingfeng are both disciples of Changming's inner mountain, after all, they started late, and their profound Changming swordsmanship only has one or two points of essence, and it is not enough to fight with a figure of the old man's level.

The disciples who were surrounded by the insect tide took turns to use their strongest swords, temporarily scaring off the insect tide with sword intent and strange fragrance, barely holding out for a little longer.

The elders of the outer mountains who could be seen everywhere on weekdays also didn't know where they had gone, which made these disciples a little annoyed.

The short sword of the sick Yangzi has lost the dignified and upright swordsmanship of Changming, and it is more treacherous and even weird.

His posture is very strange, he looks like a dying patient who has been ill for a long time, his steps are vague and unpredictable, but he can always accurately dodge the old man's long stick, and his part-time job is more slippery than the old loach in the mud.

His short sword was already extremely sharp, and at this time, he slashed and slashed, stabbed horizontally, and the angle was extremely tricky, and it was really impossible to prevent it.

Moreover, each of his swords seemed to be entangled with some kind of qi machine, and every sword would slow down the old man's movements a little, and even the surrounding air would condense a lot.

The sword momentum of the sick seedling is not grand, but on the contrary, it feels a little childish, as if it is some kind of shady swordsmanship.

Serious illness becomes illness, and long-term illness becomes a doctor.

This is the family saying of the sick clan, and it is also the concept of monasticism.

It is said that famous doctors do not cure their own diseases, but the ultimate goal of doctors who have become doctors because of their long-term illness is to treat their own diseases, so they are not good doctors, let alone famous doctors.

The practice of the sick family is diametrically opposed to the authentic Xuanmen sect, but it is not those evil demons and foreign ways, and it is also a little biased to say that it is a side door and left way.

For he does not rely on external forces, nor does he harm anyone.

It's just getting sick.

The sick are also afflicted with diseases, which is the greatest pain in the world.

The whole world will get sick, the domestic animals and wild animals will get sick, the country will get sick, and the world will get sick. But every time you get sick, your immunity is greatly enhanced.

This is true for the country, for the world, and even more so for people.

The sick clan is to rely on the word "disease" to sharpen the Dao heart, until the Dao heart is round and clear, and then the stubborn illness is gone, and the aura of heaven and earth is blessed by the induction, and the cultivation is rising again.

The more severe and long the illness is, the stronger the Dao heart will be, and the farther it will go in the future.

But it's one thing to sharpen one's mind with illness, but it's another thing to let one's illness torment one.

Therefore, the most important way of health preservation in the sick clan, the body of the long-term sick is weak, and it is said that the elders of the sick clan are living underground, afraid that the sun is too strong and hurts the body.

The family that allows the disease to be the best at maintaining health is nothing less than a great irony in the eyes of the world.

Since he can't see the light, he naturally can't be upright, the sword contains the power of disease, and the middle man will be seriously ill after the war, so the old man doesn't dare to take his sword easily, and more often he is hiding.

When it came to this part, the old man was also a little anxious.

He was attracted by the sick seedlings, and his control of the insect tide was much weaker, plus those inner mountain disciples were highly qualified, and it was not a problem to take turns to use powerful sword intent, and it would not be enough to finish it for half an hour like this.

Now he only asked to kill the two assassins who were willing to kill He Xi and Feng Xiaohan to complete their tasks earlier and come here to support.

Many people found out that Feng Xiaohan had not returned to Zizhu Courtyard recently, and Zhao Haotian would not let go of this detail, and had already sent one more master to look for him, but he himself found Feng Xiaohan when he was looking for Cui Weiming.

The old man had been put in a vegetable basket beforehand, and had been dormant in the cellar of the diner's house for several days, and his heart was already irritable, and he was a little annoyed when he couldn't fight for a long time.

"You try it. ”

The old man's stick crossed a semicircle in the night sky, and even the surrounding green bamboos danced with it, and in an instant, the cold wind was blowing, and the green bamboo forest leaves were rolling, and the momentum was particularly amazing.

This is the Xuan Demon Palace's killing stick method, and it is like the late autumn in the Savage Domain, which makes people feel afraid.

The sick seedling's face turned even paler, and the short sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, winding up the long stick.

Like a dragon and a jade pillar, the sword and the stick did not collide, but they all fell on the opponent's body.

The sick seedling opened his mouth and spat out blood, and his body flew upside down, and the blood crossed the arc in mid-air and fell into the insect tide.

Those poisonous insects sensed the sickness contained in his blood, and they all scattered in all directions, not daring to approach.

In the stick and the like, it is a weapon that does not kill, but the great power in it is really not to be underestimated, especially the old man's stick smashing down contains endless murderous energy.

The sick seedling has armor that he carries with him, and although he will not die if he is hit by this stick, he will also suffer a lot of injuries.

I saw that he stood up strongly, but his body swayed, and it seemed that he would fall down at any moment.

The old man had the short sword in his chest, only the hilt remained, and the sword body was all pierced into the body, although the old man also had treasures on his body, but He Nai's sword was too sharp, and he ignored these talisman magic weapons and stabbed it directly.

Of course, such an injury is nothing.

But what was really tricky was the treacherous sword qi contained in this sword, and the old man could even clearly feel that those diseases were slowly spreading along the wound like in his body.

With such a sword, even the master of the Disintegration Realm has to leave temporarily and suppress these diseases, so even if he doesn't look as embarrassed as the sick man, he is actually not much better.

His cultivation was abolished as early as fifty years, and then his own young master didn't know what method he used, but he actually reshaped some of his dantian and all the meridians.

When the old man was abolished, he was a master of the Collapse Realm, and now, although his combat power is only thirty percent of his heyday, his qi is very complete, so the power of this sword is not enough to destroy his body immediately.

The old man took two steps forward holding his chest, looked at him and said, "You, very good, Changming Neishan, worthy of your name." But it's a pity ......"

His tone changed from gloomy to calm, and his hoarse voice became clearer, obviously relaxing a lot, and said, "...... You are still dead, the revenge of Tiancang Mountain, I will avenge it today. ”

Lou Tingyu stopped the junior brother who was going to continue to use his sword to stop the insect tide, looked at him, and said seriously: "Actually, we still have a chance." ”

The old man was a little curious and asked, "How do you say that?"

As he spoke, he drove the insect tide towards the disciples.

At this time, the old man concentrated on controlling it, and his control over the insect tide was greatly enhanced, and the spirit scorpion and other poisons were no longer afraid of the sword intent of the disciples.

No matter how you look at it, these inner mountain disciples are already dead.

Lou Tingyu didn't speak, but the hand holding the sword tightened a little, and there was a look of remembrance in his eyes.

He was thinking about something else at the moment.

What is it that makes him remember at such a time?

Lin Yisong was stunned, but soon understood, because he also remembered that incident and that person.

The moonlight looked a little mottled through the bamboo leaves, and the bamboo shadows swayed slightly, as if they were mourning silently for the young men in white.

At this time, the old man was in control, and the disciples were in prison.

Just like the light rain at noon that day, the bamboo leaves of the sword test forest are verdant...... Lou listens to the rain and wins.

So the man was going to give it a go. The so-called letting go means fighting with his life, and he won.

It's all dead anyway, so it's better to fight.

Lin Yisong's tone was slow, and his tone was very sincere, and he said, "We can still ...... Desperate!"