"Hurt and part, complain for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go of ......"

Lu Lingqiao didn't know if the master had already expected this situation, so he would say those words to himself before.

It is not easy to cut off the turbulence in front of him, Rao is Xiao Keji has given himself a unique Taixuan True Qi, which is still a little insufficient.

But at this time, the young Taoist priest understood what it means to let go and what it means to make a trade-off! He wants to cut out a sword, this sword is not for the common people in the world, nor is it for the sake of proving the Tao with strength, but only for the sake of goodness without waves, just to cut out a sword without regrets!

The Pure Yang Sword sensed the firmness of the host, and the sword intent increased again, and at this time, the aura of Lu Ling's box disappeared again and again, until it was like an ordinary person, quite a bit of a return to the basics.

At the cost of staying in the Cave Xuan Realm for life, Lu Lingqiao slashed out a sword without regrets!

The style of this sword, the world changed color, but it was a pity that there were only three people watching. If it is placed in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely become a good story.

The Pure Yang Sword crushed the turbulent whirlpool with the earth-shattering sword intent, the sword intent under it was strong, and the spring breeze was on it.

Everyone gradually stabilized their figures, the breath of Huangquan dissipated, and there was silence here, Lu Lingqiao returned the Pure Yang Sword to the sheath, and then stood in place, towering and unmoving.

Xiao Ke knew the price he had paid for this sword, and sighed lightly: "The great heroes of the rivers and lakes are all in Wudang......"

Li Xiyang supported his master, and the old master was too Xuan Zhenqi to cross all the Lu Ling box, if he didn't have ten years or eight years after that, I am afraid it would be difficult to recover.

Chen Yuzhi has a lot of understanding of this sword, if the bladeless sword intent is the sharpest edge in the world, then the sword without regrets is the sharp edge in the edge.

The young man said in admiration: "Lu Ling, I knew you could break this deadlock!"

The young Taoist priest turned around, and at this time his face added a lot of vicissitudes, and only he knew how much that sword had paid......

Lu Lingjiao let out a turbid breath and sighed, "This sword has not completely severed the connection between the Maoshan Realm and Huangquan...... Ten years at most, and the trouble will happen again!"

Chen Yuzhi and Lu Lingjiao made a ten-year covenant, and he should lead the second sword after no regrets.

Li Xi threatened: "The matter here has been resolved, and it's time to go back to Maoshan!"

Wu Jianxiang sneaked back to the purple bamboo forest, and she hung on the altar and lit the red candle again, wanting to welcome everyone back.

At this critical moment, the white-clothed Taoist robe suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was already in control of the overall situation.

"Incense, why did you want to seal Huayang Cave?"

Wu Zhenxiang, who was full of tranquility, ignored Uncle Zeng Li, and looked disgusting when talking to you, very cold.

Uncle Zeng Li was a little angry, and said: "You should know my intentions, if you stand on my side, there will be a place for you in the Maoshan Dome!"

The woman pursed her lips and sneered: "I only know that you are a wolf, and you are a wolf, and you want me to be in the same stream with you? I'm sorry, you don't have this qualification!"

Uncle Zeng Li summoned out his sword and said with a sneer: "Okay, then I will abolish your cultivation first, and then imprison you in the bedroom and play with you every day......!"

Wu Zhenxiang was extremely disgusted with this sanctimonious person, she knew that she was not Uncle Zeng Li's opponent, but as long as she could drag it until the old master returned, it would be considered a great success.

The woman snapped her fingers, and all the talismans in the wooden house in the distance came in response, and the flames in the purple bamboo forest were in the sky.

Wu Xiangxiang was a little distressed, these talismans were her coffin book, and they were squandered in a snap of her fingers today, thinking of this, the woman's anger surged.

She knotted the Nine Heavens Seal of the Xuannu in her hand, this is the technique of Maoshan Divine Fighting, and for a while, the woman's eyes flashed with a faint blue light, and she walked towards the white-clothed Taoist robe surrounded by talismans.

Uncle Zeng Li snorted coldly: "Carving insect skills!"

On this Mao Mountain, everyone can study the Sanmao Sword Technique, but Uncle Li once said that he was the second, so no one dared to call him the first, thinking that if Lu Lingqiao didn't rely on the Pure Yang Sword that day, it would be really hard to say whether he would win or lose.

The white-clothed robe turned into three clear swords with a sword, and all the talismans in the purple bamboo forest shattered and opened, and Wu Jianxiang was shocked out from a distance before he could get close to him.

The man didn't keep his hand, and after the sword momentum, a soul nail suddenly came out of his sleeve, piercing the middle point of Wu Chuan Xiangtan, if he was hit by this nail, his cultivation would inevitably be destroyed, and it would also hurt his soul.

The Soul Nail is a well-known secret weapon in the Maoshan Precept Hall, this nail is also a magic weapon, which is conceived with corpse qi and secret methods, the whole body is pitch black, and it is also with the breath of corpse decay, and ordinary people will definitely die if they touch it.

Uncle Zeng Li gave a dead hand, he didn't allow anyone to destroy his plan, not even his beloved woman!

Wu Jinxiang was shocked into the air and had no way to dodge, so he could only watch as the pitch-black soul nails shot towards him.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the Pure Yang Sword blocked the fatal blow for the woman, and the four of them walked out of the altar, and for a while there was silence in the purple bamboo forest.

Wu Jianxiang said excitedly: "Senior brother!"

Xiao Keji looked at his little junior sister and sighed: "After ten years, your girl has not changed much." ”

Uncle Zeng Li frowned, these people had already returned to the mountain gate, so everything he had done before had become a bamboo basket to draw water.

At this time, the only way to strangle them all in the bamboo forest is feasible, but Lu Lingjian and Xiao Keji are definitely invincible......

Lu Lingjiao looked at the white-clothed robe, his eyes full of disdain.

Xiao Keji said angrily: "Uncle Zeng Li, I entrusted Maoshan to you, but I didn't expect it to be a tiger for trouble, how can you act like this worthy of your late father!"

Uncle Zeng Li hid his face and laughed wildly, and said in a cruel voice: "What do you do with talking about dead people? When that old guy threw our mother and son in Jiulong Mountain, did he care about whose life or death? I just want to subvert Maoshan and let him die blindly!"

Li Xiyang looked at his once approachable uncle, showing a look of disbelief, he didn't want to believe it at this moment, Uncle Zeng Li, who had taken care of his daily life since he was a child and taught himself to practice the Sanmao Sword Technique, would be such a person.

Maoshan Xiaodao was like losing a loved one, and he roared: "Uncle Shi, stop it!"

Uncle Zeng Li glanced at Li Xiyang, and an unspeakable meaning rose in his heart, he hated Maoshan, but his feelings for Li Xiyang were true, he watched this little guy grow up step by step, and the scene when he taught him Sanmao sword skills in the mountain gate that year is still vivid. The white-clothed Taoist robe had already regarded Li Xiyang as half an apprentice, otherwise, when he attacked Chen Yuzhi at the foot of Maoshan that day, he would not have left in a hurry after seeing the comer......

The man looked away, no longer looked directly at Li Xiyang, and said in a cold voice: "It's useless to talk more, let's do it!"

Uncle Zeng Li, the head of Maoshan Sect, threw his sword aside, as if he had broken with the entire mountain gate......