There really are immortal cultivators!

Goku stared blankly at the figure floating in mid-air, and the unswallowed liquor flowed out of his gaping mouth like a river, wetting the hem of his clothes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In the past few years, when I was traveling outside, I often heard people mention that there are gods on the other side of the mountain, so Wukong also deliberately ran to the big snow mountains around Jing Country that are difficult for people to reach, and he has been looking for a long time, but in addition to the wind and snow and fierce beasts, not to mention the gods, I haven't even seen a few figures.

Later, when he rescued an old man who was collecting medicine from the mouth of a fierce beast and was called an immortal master, his mind to find immortals was much lighter, coupled with the legend of the fourth senior brother, he took it for granted that those immortal masters in ordinary people were just masters of the peak of martial arts. I didn't expect to really meet an immortal cultivator who can fly with a sword today!

"The mortal realm can't operate the method of cultivating the realm, aren't you afraid of the punishment from the Heavenly Dao?" The senior brother's face became solemn as never before, and he got out of the car, holding the golden knife in front of his chest with both hands, and his tall body protected Wukong and the others behind him like a mountain.

"This must be Master Wuhui of Hongfo Temple, and he still has the courage to raise a knife in front of this immortal master, and he really deserves the name of the angry tiger."

After the immortal cultivator appeared, the scene was chaotic!

The people standing on the bridge fled backwards, and a few unlucky people and goods fell into the torrent below the bridge, and the rushing river wrapped their bodies around them and crashed against the rocks, and soon several whirlpools turned bloody.

A steed struggled to swim among the shredded flesh and bones, neighing, but finally did not escape its tragic fate, and slammed into a towering stalagmite, blood splattering. Only a few brave people who are not afraid of death are still standing on the bridge deck, each holding a sharp weapon in their hands, their eyes flashing, it seems that they should be martial arts masters who travel all over the world.

The Praetorian Guard's performance was relatively better, although the feet were soft, but they could barely maintain their standing posture, and the circle formation was a little messy, but it could still play its due role. It's just that the weapons in the hands of the vast majority of people hung down involuntarily, their eyes were full of despair, and they trembled, and the sound of armor pieces hitting came from the middle, mixed with the gurgling of their teeth.

"Master Enlightenment has a life-saving grace for me, today for the sake of the face of Hongfo Temple, as long as you don't stop it, I will only kill Jing Ziwen alone!" Sweeping everything around him into his eyes, the arrogance on the immortal cultivator's face became even stronger, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, but he still used honorifics when addressing Wukong's senior brothers!

"Immortal...... Immortal Master! I beg your pardon for not being able to obey our orders. The commander of the Praetorian Guard, who got up from the ground, straightened his helmet with his hand, let out a long breath, and held Changge in his hand tightly, his tone becoming more and more firm. The war horse that sat down just now was startled, and his mind was all on the immortal cultivator, and he was thrown to the ground in embarrassment.

"For the sake of your loved ones, fight to the death!" He raised the Changge in his hand high and shouted hoarsely.

He knew he wouldn't have a chance to say long words, and his buzzing head couldn't think of many lofty reasons or uplifting speeches. But he believed that all the guards present knew that if Jing Ziwen died today, all of their nine clans would be executed!

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! ”

The guards knew that this moment was not for themselves, let alone for Jing Ziwen, but for those they loved, or loved them! One, two...... More and more people are holding their weapons tightly.

Although he has experienced less battles and does not have the iron-blooded aura after a hundred battles, the guards are all composed of martial arts masters after all, and the sound mixed with internal force is getting louder and louder, rushing straight to Xiaohan. The heavens seemed to sense this tragedy, and dark clouds began to gather above the valley, more and more, thicker and thicker, and lower and lower.

"Knot-backed water array! Ready! ”

A series of military orders roared out from the mouths of commanders at all levels, and the formation of the Praetorian Guards changed, and rows of heavy shields were erected, separated between the immortal cultivators and the chariots. Several groups of Praetorian troops ran towards the chariots parked on the side of the forest.

"You're looking for death!"

The group of ants in front of the meeting actually dared to make a move, and the immortal cultivator's face became a little ugly, only to see his right hand on a jade pendant-like thing tied around his waist, and a piece of talisman paper appeared between his fingers out of thin air.

With a flick of his hand, the pale cyan rune paper shot out, castrating a few points faster than the sharp arrow, and in an instant, it disappeared into the land below those chariots! Then he put his two fingers together like a sword in front of his chest, and shouted:

"Decree! Burst stakes! ”

I saw that more than a dozen wooden stakes suddenly rushed out of the ground under the chariot, each of which was as thick as two people hugging each other, and the powerful impact force smashed several chariots to pieces, and the objects covered with tarpaulins on the chariots rose into the sky, and then fell heavily on the ground, just smashing on the bodies of several forbidden soldiers, revealing their true faces - they were chariots made of unknown materials, and the volume was actually larger than the siege of the city, and the dark body was painted with strange patterns with silver powder.

"Lianyu! Salvo! "Hundreds of arrows more than a foot long shot at the immortal cultivators in mid-air, and for a moment, there was a feeling of covering the clouds and the sun.

"Decree! Deadwood Clothes! ”

The immortal cultivator wiped on the jade pendant, and another rune paper appeared between his two fingers, this time he did not shoot out the rune paper, but stood in front of his chest with two fingers directly with his food, and with his shout, the rune paper was shattered into a little light wrapped around his body, and a piece of clothing that seemed to be woven from the bark of a dead tree was instantly formed, and in the muffled sound of fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, and fluttering, the strength that could shoot through the heavy armor at this distance actually bounced away.

"Decree! Green vine chaos! ”

Another piece of talisman paper sank into the feet of the Praetorian Guards in the Knot Back Water Array, and thick cyan vines sprang out of the ground, entangled hundreds of Praetorian guards like life, tightening and tightening like python snakes.

"Aoki Sword! Disease! ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the guards were busy dealing with the vines and the formation was chaotic, the immortal cultivator turned over and fell to the ground, and with a finger in the air, he carried the sword that flew out with his hand, and swung it in the direction of Jing Ziwen. The sword shot out in response, as if it had broken through the limitations of time and space, and in an instant it arrived at the chariot, marking a pale cyan mark in the air.

"Drink!" The senior brother's beard raised itself without wind, let out a tiger roar, the muscles on his body were tense, the green tendons were violent, and he held the knife in both hands and slashed out at the sword light.

"Bell!" There was a loud bang.

The golden knife was slashing at the side of the sword light, and the tremendous force changed its direction slightly, and became swept in front of the chariot, and the coachman, who was holding the reins, only felt a chill in his abdomen - he looked down, and saw a blood line appear in his abdomen, and the thin line was getting thicker and thicker, and then he felt the sky spin around, and in the midst of the sorrow of the horse, the red horse rushed towards the depths of the dense forest with his upper body.

"Poof!" The elder brother spurted blood from his mouth, and his body flew out upside down! The golden knife in his hand turned into countless fragments and shot into his body like sharp arrows.

"Big bugs! Are you okay! Lin Feng, who had just been arguing with his senior brother, came behind him in a flash, and pressed his palms against his back, trying to support his figure with soft force.

"Poof!" The powerful power contained in that sword light, the back of the senior brother hit Lin Xianfeng's chest again, and the two of them fell on the chariot together, knocking the chariot to pieces, and the palace maid and Jing Ziwen who were shrinking in the car were shocked and flew out.

Wukong has been a little uncertain since he came out of the immortal cultivator, and fear only accounts for a small part of this. In his previous life, in order to cure his inexplicable body, he collected a lot of ways to improve the potential of the human body, and the most unreliable of them belonged to those ideas of cultivating immortals.

I didn't expect that there was really an immortal cultivator in this world, so that he could fly out of the sky for a while, and his mind was full of scenes of flying with a sword and flying in the daytime, until the two senior brothers smashed the chariot and smashed him.

I saw that he did a backflip in a hurry, and when he landed, his feet full of internal force sank deep into the ground, sitting on his horse, his crossed hands were inserted under Lin Xianfeng's armpits, his arms were fighting, and the bodies of Lin Xianfeng and the senior brother turned a few times like a spinning top in front of him, dissolving the power contained in the sword light! At this time, Jing Ziwen and the palace maid and others were also rescued by the martial arts masters who were preparing to participate in the fame competition.

"I didn't expect the rumors to be true, and the disciples of the old monk who didn't quit really had one foot in the immortal path!" Seeing that the blow he was determined to win was defused by the senior brother, the immortal cultivator's face became ugly, and his words were murderous.

"Ahem! Don't be afraid! He doesn't dare to kill us, ahem! He is also afraid that karma will be entangled and his cultivation will be ruined! ”

The senior brother was half-clinging to Lin Xianfeng's body, his hands and arms were still trembling involuntarily, and there was a blood stain on his chest.

The fatal blow just now was taken over by joining forces, which was already very morale-boosting, and now listening to him say this, the morale of the guards was even higher, and there was a little more fire in the eyes of the immortal cultivators, if they could add the name of an immortal killer to their own experience in the rivers and lakes, it would be a very cool thing to think!

"Since the blood sacrifice fierce array blinded the heavens, I have fallen into the demon path, and thank you for the reminder, my methods just now are really a little gentle! Let you know today that the half-step immortal path still belongs to the mortal realm after all, and it is not qualified to compete with this immortal master at all! ”

"Ebony Shield! Sacrifice to! The fierce color gradually crept over the immortal cultivator's face, and with his words, a palm-slap-sized, black-covered shield flew out from the jade pendant on his waist and floated in front of him.

Then he took out a piece of rune paper from the jade pendant, this rune paper was obviously different from the ones just now, the color had changed to light blue, and the lines on it seemed to be much more complicated. As soon as he appeared in his hand, an invisible pressure spread out around the rune paper, and everyone felt as if they were being stared at by a fierce beast, and a chill rose from the bottom of their spine.

This chill Wukong is very familiar, exactly the same as when he was about to commit suicide with the material annihilation gun, it was a tremor from the soul, it was a fear of death coming, and everyone felt that death was so close to them at this moment!

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, slowly pressing down towards the valley like a dark mountain, the wind was blowing, the rain was pouring down, and there seemed to be a layer of things on the battlefield between the Praetorian Guards and the immortal cultivators, and it was difficult for the wind and rain to enter! Soon, the flow of water formed a hemispherical curtain above the battlefield.

The immortal cultivator's expression was focused, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand clamped the rune paper, and the finger stood in front of his chest like a sword, an inexplicable spell came out of his mouth, the lines on the rune paper swam around like a living thing, and the rune paper became brighter and brighter, emitting an ice blue light.