Qu Hao was dead, and he didn't have time to panic or leave his last words.

Li Chunshui freed his hand, and the fate of the other people was naturally self-evident.

After a few sword flashes like ice and snow, the battle ended quickly.

The head of the Chongxuan Sect and all the elders were killed.

Longqiu was not satisfied.

The little monk didn't know how to kill, he only killed one, and the rest of the heads were all robbed by Li Chunshui.

He didn't feel like it was enough, and he couldn't extinguish the magic in his hand, and he swept his gaze downward.

Li Chunshui's slanted sword blade turned over again, and he had the same thought.

Whether it is the True Martial Sword Sect or the Broken Sea Sect, they all advocate cutting grass and eradicating the roots, when did Su Yuanshan of Tianshui Peak take people out to stay alive?

The Buddha light on Wu Xing's body did not converge, and his dark golden martial arts stick was still held in his hand.

He dodged in front of the two.

"Amitabha, the two donors might as well have fought with the monk first. ”

Long Qiu was disdainful: "Little monk, can you beat us?"

"I can't beat it. ”

"Then why stop you?"

"They weren't wrong, so why should they die?"

Long Qiu and Li Chunshui glanced at each other, as if what the little monk said was very reasonable.

The monks of Lianhua Monastery are the only people in the spiritual world who are willing to reason with others.

Li Chunshui put the sword into the sheath, Long Qiu relaxed his arm, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The little monk is trouble!"

"The little monk is called enlightenment, not a little monk. ”

Wu Xing was as persistent in this question as he had just asked.

Li Chunshui asked, "Little monk, are you Lianhua Temple monks forever without enemies?"

"The little monk Dharma number is enlightenment. Our enemy is ourselves, our own viciousness, all greed, hatred, hatred, and all ego are the causes of falling into demons. ”

The little monk's expression was a little more solemn.

"Invisible beings are more terrible than all visible enemies, and only by seeing nature can we see the Buddha. ”

The fierce demons and demons suppressed at the foot of the Lianhua Temple Mountain symbolize their obsession.

Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. They have hell in their hearts, and naturally they can't become Buddhas.

Li Chunshui had some feelings in his words, but the Tao was different, he couldn't restrain his desire to repay his grievances with virtue.

The head of Qu Hao and several elders died, and the disciples below were a little sad and hesitant, but they had no resentment and anger, because the head of the sect admitted to colluding with the Demon Dao.

They remembered that the tasks they had received with no clear purpose and no brains should be doing things for the demons in the mountains.

They hesitate because they are afraid that they will be reduced to casual cultivation from now on, and they have seen a lot of that kind of spiritual life without resources and precariousness.

As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, Long Qiu thought that as a senior of the Upper Sect's inspection, he should say something to appease him at this time.

He tried his best to make himself look majestic, and used his mana to shout below: "You don't have to panic, collude with the Demon Dao, the upper sect will only punish the evil, and no one will be held accountable, you are waiting in the faction, and the upper sect will send a new head and elders over!"

Li Chunshui was thinking about another thing, he looked down and glanced at Longqiu.

Long Qiu didn't have a tacit understanding with him, and didn't understand what he meant: "What are you doing?

Li Chunshui sighed and said, "The formation of Luan Cui City is still there, maybe there can be some clues in the rings of several of them." ”

As a cold and arrogant disciple of the Sword Sect, how could he rush down to pick up the loot, that did not match Li Xunhuan's temperament.

Longqiu looked at Li Chunshui suspiciously, he felt that this goods should be greedy for loot, but he felt that there was some truth, but why did he pick it up?

"Why am I picking it up?"

"Amitabha, monks don't care about things outside of the body. ”

Longqiu Qi Knot, you don't care, does Uncle Ben care?

After being glared at by Li Chunshui again, he stupidly lowered his height and poked out his mana, rolled up the rings of several people, and returned to his original position.

After being despicable and shameless, he added a new label to Li Chunshui's character - hypocrisy and greed for money.

At this moment, there was a faint screeching sound accompanied by a faint breeze coming from the west.

The three of them looked in that direction.

In the western mountains, near the depths, there were violent qi fluctuations sweeping in all directions, and there were Fourth Realm cultivators fighting there!

The clouds rolled in from that position in all directions, like a boulder falling from a calm lake covered with white feathers, and the rolling ripples pushed the feathers out in all directions.

A sword light rose up and slashed down somewhere.

From such a distance, Li Chunshui could still feel a little bit of the brilliance and sharp edge of the sword light, and the sword intent was very full.

The sword pill in his dantian began to rotate in response, and the sword light was very powerful, but the sword pill was not convinced, because it was the real sword.

Li Chunshui understood that the sword pill vibration when he left Luancui City was also due to the owner of that sword light.

He was familiar with the aura of the sword light, and he recognized it, it was Lu Qianfan, where the ice demon was sealed in the Dianxing Mountain Range, and he had felt the edge of the same aura.

However, why is Lu Qianfan here?

He muttered a little in his heart, it wouldn't be that he came with them, he, a disciple of the Sword Sect, was an impostor.

He thought, Lu Qianfan shouldn't have found out, otherwise how would he tolerate him swaggering and deceiving him.

At the same time, a wave of blood full of evil aura smashed down from the higher sky, meeting the sharp sword light.

The one who fought with Lu Qianfan must be the Yuan Ying Taishang of the Lin family.

The river of blood fell for nine days, and the sword light was like a silver dragon.

In an instant, the sword light shattered, and more sword light surged up, and the volume of the blood river began to shrink.

Li Chunshui is very dissatisfied with Lu Qianfan's style of play, can't he hide if he can't stop it?

The little monk Wuxing looked solemn, and he asked Li Chunshui: "It turns out that Master Li Shi actually has the sword sect's predecessors to support him all the way, I don't know which sword from the sword sect is here in person?"

"It's Senior Lu. ”

Senior Lu? Wu Xing is a little confused, shouldn't he call Uncle Lu or Uncle Lu?

But presumably Luan Cuicheng's formation had been broken, and the little monk breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"The two donors, Senior Lu is fighting with the Lin family in the mountains, and the seniors of the Immortal Sect are also about to arrive, why don't we go to Luan Cui City to take care of one or two?"

Li Chunshui nodded, and the three of them returned to Luan Cui City.

Yun Song of the Immortal Sect had not yet traveled half the distance with Chenyuan and Ge Yun, and according to their understanding, at this speed, the situation should not deteriorate further by the time they arrived in Luan Cui City.

When Lu Qianfan began to draw his sword, Yun Song had already noticed it.

With his realm, it was not too difficult to sense the battle of other cultivators in the same realm at this distance.

He was naturally familiar with Lu Qianfan's breath.

He didn't know why Lu Qianfan suddenly appeared there, but he knew that Lu Qianfan was definitely not Lin Yishui's opponent.

Those blood and sword lights were a little blurry in his eyes due to the distance.

He could still see that the blood light was condensed into a dragon, sweeping away all the sword light, and Lu Qianfan was at a disadvantage.

Among the existing Fourth Realm cultivators in Dongli Continent, Lin Yishui was definitely the oldest one, and in their young era, the Lin family was too senior to Lin Yishui, and he was the senior they looked up to.

Even if that old man is not as qualified as others, for a long time, even if he grinds, he should grind the realm up.

Yun Song and Lu Qianfan are both rising stars, and the time they have been promoted to the fourth realm together is only more than 30 years, so there is no foundation at all.

He hoped that Lin Yishui had aged to a certain extent.

He slapped a palm-sized cyan talisman on himself, and the blue light flashed, and Yun Song's figure was blurred to an extremely far away.

That cyan jade talisman was the Immortal Sect's Divine Talisman Treasure.

Dust and Ge Yun were still shocked and speculated in the air.

Yun Song's voice came from afar: "Old Dao takes the lead to support Lu Daoyou, you two follow quickly!"

Chenyuan and Ge Yun glanced at each other, and it turned out that Lu Qianfan and Lin Yishui were fighting.

The two of them also used the Divine Rune Treasure to speed up.