The sword momentum rose again, and in the fierce wind, the dazzling sword light spiraled in the air, like a big river with nine turns and eighteen bends, which was elusive.

The galaxy sword duel, its brightness is like a star, its momentum is like a river, there is both a surging momentum, and there is also a treacherous kitsch, and it can be regarded as a relatively powerful swordsmanship in the yellow-level swordsmanship.

In the Tianxuan Continent, there are also grades of exercises, weapons and monks, which are divided into seven orders from high to low, named after seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The red-level exercises are the lowest, and the Wang Baquan and Ma Bu that are generally used to refine the muscles and bones of the beginner disciples in the Jianghu sect are the ones that correspond to the five levels of the monks: that is, forging the body, inducing qi, refining the gods, holding the yuan, and returning to the spirit. The purple-level exercises above the blue level are exercises that only exist in legends and go straight to the aftermath of the fairyland.

It is said that the Yunhe Sect, which was destroyed by an inexplicable enemy three thousand years ago, is the legendary Purple Rank - but this has never been proven.

In today's world, there are a number of major factions, and their highest-level exercises are only at the blue level, and the blue-level exercises are only: the Qianyuan Treasure Book of the Qiantian Sect, the Nine Dragons of the Sihai Pavilion, the Duntian Zhengfa of the Tianduanmen, the Five Thunder Zhengang of the Clutch Sect, and the Shennong Sutra of the Baicao Pavilion...... and several other classics, these are the top methods of their respective sects, and they are also one of the confidence that they can become top sects.

The Shangqing Treasure Record of the Immortal Sect is said to have been originally such an exercise, but the great change five thousand years ago made part of the Shangqing Treasure Record missing, which made the Shangqing Treasure Record of the Immortal Sect fall from the original blue-level exercise to the blue-level exercise.

From the blue level to the blue level, although there is only one order difference, it has made no one in the Immortal Sect enter the immortal realm for five thousand years, and naturally there is no chance to enter the ranks of the top sects.

At this time, the Galaxy Sword Technique used by Li Jingxuan was a yellow-level sword technique, which was a sword technique that could only exert great power in the Qi Induction Realm, and as for Li Jingxuan's current Forging Body Realm, it was only seven or eighty percent of its power at most.

However, just this seventy or eighty percent power is enough to destroy the three guys here.

Unlike the Baiyun Sword Technique, which is offensive and defensive, the Galaxy Sword Technique is the main attack.

There was a long spark, and the sparks that exploded immediately made Li Jingxuan's somewhat pale face more distinct in the dark night.

Li Jingxuan's long sword stabbed straight forward, and with the spirit of a big river flowing eastward and never looking back, he poked straight into the face of Yin Fangyu. At this time, he had already broken into the Yin Fang Rain's three feet around him, and the broken stick and Chi Liexin's single knife were still at least a zhang away from him. Although with their clever body speed, it only took less than two breaths to rush to the rescue, but these two breathless kung fu were enough for Li Jingxuan to harvest a human head.

"This is my second blood!" Li Jingxuan thought.

It's just that he is not wrong to think so, after all, tonight, what he killed is Dink, a "hero". As for the rest, those who can't even take a single trick of their own count as blood? That's just a small soldier!

The blade of the sword forward, piercing Yin Fangyu's chest himself.

"Poof......" There was a soft sound, blood burst out, and a trace of pain and determination flashed on Yin Fangyu's face.

"What's going on?" Li Jingxuan was stunned for a moment. He understands the pain of the other party, but what about the other party's determination?

Could it be?

Li Jingxuan felt bad. He wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but Yin Fangyu's muscles tightened suddenly, and he used his last strength to clamp Li Jingxuan's long sword tightly, so that he couldn't pull it back for a while.

Li Jingxuan's figure paused because of this.

However, at this moment, Hou Jue and Chi Liexin's attacks had already hit Li Jingxuan's back.

A knife, a stick, with a cold killing intent, this killing intent made Li Jingxuan frown.

"Damn, even if you want to die, do you want to pull me on my back?when, these people from the Ancestral Spirit Hall will be so crazy?" Li Jingxuan thought, his right hand holding the sword shook heavily, and a stream of vitality emanated from the sword, directly splitting Yin Fangyu's body in half.

At this moment, it was a life-and-death stake for Li Jingxuan, and Li Jingxuan did not dare to be careless. At that moment, he didn't care about Yin Fangyu's corpse that was split in half by his sword qi and the filth of the blood and internal organs that were spilled in between, but he slammed forward, rushed into the blood rain, and with the power of this rush, he slipped away from his body, and with a slight blow, the long sword followed, and at the last and most important moment, Shen Shen opened Chi Liexin's knife.

Chi Liexin's knife was originally wiped at Li Jingxuan's waist, and it was a knife with a mysterious trajectory and scorching vitality.

Although Li Jingxuan's one-handed sword blocked and blocked Chi Liexin's killer blow, Chi Liexin's fierce sword still slashed his body and staggered backwards.

Li Jingxuan stepped back. He opened a knife that was enough to kill himself, but he couldn't completely avoid the stick that Hou Jue slashed down.

The stick smashed heavily on Li Jingxuan's already badly injured left shoulder, and the vitality in the iron rod was vigorous, and the left half of Li Jingxuan's body was smashed numb in an instant, and the violent vitality contained in it destroyed the tendons from his left shoulder to his chest.

"Poof......" struck down, Li Jingxuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person shriveled and fell to his knees. At this moment, he could no longer hold on.

"Boom...... You're going to die for me!" In the roar accompanied by a strange laugh, Hou Jue and Chi Liexin's weapons had already danced again, and swung down at Li Jingxuan's already injured and broken body. Dealing with enemies means killing them all, and that's something any sensible guy would think of.

"I'm going to die......" Seeing the two weapons bombarding his side with a whirring sound, Li Jingxuan, who really had no ability to move, could only close his eyes and wait for death at this moment.

You know, the blow just now really wiped out the last bit of strength in his body.

What to do?

There is no way!

Just right, Li Jingxuan closed his eyes and waited for death. Two strong winds shot out from the woods behind him. They passed past Li Jingxuan's left and right cheeks, "swishing ......" over Li Jingxuan's shoulders, and hit Hou Jue's short stick and Chi Liexin's single knife from an impossible angle.

"Ah......" The next moment, only two screams were heard. But they saw that the short stick and the single knife flew out of the hands of Hou Jue and Chi Liexin, and fell far away on the ground behind them with Xuan'er, and swayed down, although it was not topped, but it was also more than two feet deep into the ground, and it was extremely reliable.

When everyone saw it, they could only see the two of them tightly covering their palms holding soldiers, staring at Li Jingxuan's back in horror.

They didn't know what caused the blow just now, but it was obvious that the blow not only knocked the blades in their hands flying, but also cracked their jaws, destroying the tendons in their wrists, and making him unable to move and hold his weapons for a while.

"Who?

He knew that there was definitely a master here, and this master was still targeting his side.

"The air cirrus clouds stretch their style, and the leaves rise from the wind and are the last wanderers. A long chant sounded from the woods in the south, and everyone saw a Taoist dressed in a cyan gossip robe, with three strands of long beard under his chin, flying up from the forest and flying towards the camp with a blue and yellow sword light.

Suddenly, he approached, and fell directly, and the sword light under his feet suddenly turned into a three-foot long sword and inserted it back into the scabbard behind him. He glanced around at the onlookers here, and immediately looked at Li Jingxuan, who fell to the ground with a painful look, with concern.

"Boy, you're alright! He raised his eyes to look at Li Jingxuan's situation and asked, "Do you want to help?"

"Are you ......?" Li Jingxuan endured the pain and looked at the person who suddenly appeared, with still unconcealed vigilance in his eyes.

"The rivers and lakes of his life are scattered, and he slashes the demon with a sharp blade. My name is Ling Chen, and people in the cultivation world call me Ling Maniac. "The middle-aged Taoist priest, who called himself Ling Chen, showed a very graceful smile on his face. Although he claimed to be a madman, he did not have a trace of a madman on his face at this moment.

"Ling Madman...... "Li Jingxuan is just an outer disciple of the Immortal Sect, he spends his time on his own cultivation on weekdays, and he doesn't know much about the current things in the cultivation world, and after he comes out, he is faced with the fact that the sect is destroyed and he wants revenge, and he doesn't know much about the masters of the cultivation world. In other words, the masters he knows are all the kind of sects that have records, and the top masters in the cultivation world are at least all people above the Baoyuan realm, and he really doesn't know much about the people under the Baoyuan realm, and naturally he doesn't understand what a person like Ling Lunac represents in today's cultivation world.

"Are you Ling Crazy?" Hou Jue and Chi Liexin were surprised when they heard Ling Chen's name.

Others didn't know what Ling Madman represented, how could these two guys from the Ancestral Spirit Hall not understand?

Ling Chen, nicknamed Ling Maniac, is one hundred and thirty years old and has been cultivating for one hundred and twenty years. Originally the youngest son of the Ling family, a family of Yanzhou cultivators, he has shown extraordinary talent.

When he was fifteen years old, the Ling family was wiped out because of a gap with the Hu family, who was known as a traitor. Only Ling Chen escaped with his life without dying. He fled into the deep valley under the pursuit of the Hu family and the ancestral spirit hall, and strayed into the cave mansion of the senior cultivator Mochizuki Zhenren, and then possessed a skill. Thirty years later, he came out of the Moon Cave Mansion, and as soon as he entered the rivers and lakes, he destroyed the Hu family, and then beheaded thirty disciples of the outer gate of the Ancestral Spirit Hall and eight elites of the inner door of the Ancestral Spirit Hall by strong means, and tortured and killed the three Tsing Yi shamans of the Ancestral Spirit Palace, making a great reputation in Yanzhou and even the entire northern part of the Aurora Continent.

Because he is crazy about the enemy, he always likes to torture and kill demons, and he does not flinch even in the face of the enemy's siege, so he is considered a madman. That's how the name Ling Madman came about.

"Hey...... You two demons have heard of my name, and in that case, you should know my rules...... I'm in a good mood today, and if you follow my rules, I won't concoct you. Otherwise......" Ling Chen smiled, the sharpness in his eyes flashed.

"You ......" When Chi Liexin heard that Ling Chen was still going to use the rules to press himself, the unwillingness in his eyes suddenly flashed.

What are Ling Chen's rules? Ling Chen's rules are that you cut yourself. If you simply cut yourself, he will not torture you, otherwise ......

How you want to die, and how long you want to die, is a question.

Death is not the most painful. Sometimes some situations where you can't survive and can't die, but it makes you see death as a relief.

But, as long as they can, no one wants to die. What's more, it's still for people to sanction.

Chi Liexin didn't want to do that. Hou Jue, it's the same.

At that moment, the two glanced at each other, but while nodding yes submissively, they turned around and secretly accumulated the remaining vitality around them.

When they saw that Ling Chen was lowering his head and putting a hand on Li Jingxuan's shoulder, as if he was healing his wounds, he didn't pay attention to his side at all, and they were immediately overjoyed. They stepped forward in broken steps, approached Ling Chen gently, and before he even noticed, they swung their fists at him.

"Let me die!" Ling madman ......" the two cried out through gritted teeth, but they beat their anger, unwillingness, and fear out in this punch.

At this moment, what they thought of was that even if I was going to die, they would have to give Ling Chen a little look.

"Hmph...... I don't know if I live or die!" The movements of the two of them thought that they could hide from Ling Chen, but they didn't think that Ling Chen was a great master of the God Refining Realm, and he was only a line away from the Hug Yuan Realm. In the face of the fists that suddenly came from behind the two of them, Ling Chen just faintly said such a sentence at the moment, and stroked it back without looking back.

A vitality was poured into his sleeve, instantly turning his sleeve into an iron whip. The iron whip was drawn and met the fists of the two fiercely. Under the exchange of fists and sleeves, the two of them only felt a strong surge, not only the vitality all over their bodies was shattered, but also a few cold breaths like the moon poured into their meridians, directly sealing their dantian. At that moment, the two of them flew to a distance more than ten feet away like clouds and mist, and sat heavily on a long bar below, making a miserable cry that was not like a human voice.

What's going on?

But in the camp illuminated by the flames, Chi Liexin and Hou Jue were very miserable and were stabbed with chrysanthemums by two sticks that might have been used as flagpoles. By this time, the flagpole had penetrated deep into the two of them, and scarlet blood flowed down from the base of their thighs, ticking all over the flagpole.

The sharp pain coming from below made them struggle. They also wanted to try to monopolize the two things that brought humiliation and pain to them, but Ling Chen's wave had completely closed their Yuan Qi Dantian. No matter how they worked, they never gathered the slightest bit of strength.

After a while, apart from making themselves more miserable, they never showed the slightest sign of breaking free.

"What's going on?" Chi Liexin and Hou Jue were horrified.

At this time, Ling Chen's voice rang in their ears again: "Don't waste your efforts...... I have sealed your Yuan Qi Dantian, and with your current ability, it will take you at least fifteen days to unseal it, and this flagpole will only take a short seven days to pierce out of your mouth. These seven days are the last seven days of your life, so enjoy them. Hey hey ......"

Ling Chen said and laughed happily. At this moment, he did not regain the pure appearance of the original master, but looked a little crazy, but it was very appropriate for his own nickname.