Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest became angry, and he took out a jade sword about three inches long from his arms and made a crushing posture.

Seeing this, the little Taoist priest was shocked and said, "Master, this is the ancestor's sword intent?" ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, and then gently pinched out a crack, and suddenly a terrifying sword intent permeated, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down.

The fish intestine sword in Li Daoxuan's hand was constantly trembling, as if expressing fear?

Not only the fish intestine sword, but even Li Daoxuan himself felt that his body seemed to be torn apart.

What a terrifying sword intent!

In comparison, the sword intent of the middle-aged Taoist priest just now is simply not worth mentioning, and it is a big deal.

"Give me back the Chixia Sword, otherwise Poor Dao will crush this jade sword, there is a sword intent hidden in it by my Longevity Palace Patriarch, with your cultivation in the early stage of Bigu, no matter how much treasure you have, you will definitely not be able to stop it!"

This jade sword was originally given to him by the ancestor to save his life, and it was his last hole card, but he didn't expect to be forced out by a little Taoist priest in the early stage of Bigu.

The patriarch once told him that he couldn't urge the jade sword until he had to, but now the middle-aged Taoist priest can't care so much, the Chixia sword is his lifeblood, and it must not be lost!

"Huh, threaten me?"

Li Daoxuan slowly took off the oil-paper umbrella tied to his back.

He didn't want to rely too much on Sister Yu's strength, so it would be difficult to become a real powerhouse, so in the previous battle, he deliberately tied the oil-paper umbrella behind his back.

"You think you're the only one who has a master?"

Li Daoxuan opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the next moment, the surrounding moonlight suddenly dimmed, the bright moon was shrouded in clouds, and the rich yin qi floated between heaven and earth.

The wind was howling all around, as if he had suddenly come to the underworld.

A gorgeous wedding dress fluttering, she held an oil-paper umbrella, stepped on embroidered shoes, green silk like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with those eyes without a trace of emotion.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face changed drastically, and just by Chen Ziyu's glance, the mana in his body was agitated, and he felt chills all over his body.

Devil in red!

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest scolded his mother in his heart, this is a red-clothed ghost equivalent to the Yin God Realm!

Is the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain sick in the brain? The dignified red-clothed ghost was actually given to a disciple in the early stage of Bigu?

Even if it is placed in a big faction like Maoshan, the red-clothed ghost is unavoidable, if it is in some small sects, I am afraid it can be regarded as the treasure of the town faction!

"Who the hell are you?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared at Li Daoxuan tightly, his eyes were very jealous.

can use the thunder method, and also has a red-clothed ghost, although the other party's cultivation is not high, but his identity in Dragon and Tiger Mountain is probably not simple.

Li Daoxuan was also a little jealous of the jade sword, and said lightly: "Listen well, Poor Dao is the ninth-generation disciple of Longhu Mountain, Li Feiyu!" ”

Disciples!

The middle-aged Taoist priest showed a hint of understanding in his eyes, and sure enough, the identity of the other party was not simple.

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Li Feiyu, Poor Dao remembers you, and I will go to Longhu Mountain to seek justice in the future!" ”

After that, he took the little Taoist priest and turned to leave.

Although losing the Chixia Sword made him extremely painful, the appearance of the red-clothed ghost made him have to swallow his anger, he was not sure that the ancestor's sword intent could cut the red-clothed.

Looking at the two people in the distance, Chen Ziyu's hair fluttered, rising with the wind, ready to pursue.

A hand pressed against her wrist.

"Sister Yu, let them go."

Li Daoxuan shook his head and put away the killing intent in his heart.

Just like the reason why the middle-aged Taoist priest left, Li Daoxuan was not sure that Sister Yu could block the jade sword, and even if she blocked it, I am afraid that she would be injured.

Master once said that Xu Qingxuan, the contemporary patriarch of Wanshou Palace, is an existence that has stepped into the Yang God Realm with half a foot, with profound cultivation and unparalleled sword intent, and has a very high reputation in the world's sword cultivation, and has the title of white-eyed sword immortal.

The sword intent he separated should not be underestimated.

Li Daoxuan didn't want to gamble, Sister Yu was not a magic weapon or prop for him, but his friend.

Chen Ziyu seemed to feel his thoughts, looked sideways slightly, but didn't say anything, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and escaped into the umbrella.

……

The middle-aged Taoist priest ran wildly with his apprentice all the way, wanting to rush to Yuzhang City as soon as possible.

For some reason, he was inexplicably a little urgent, and his mood was confused, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The cultivator's perception was very keen, and he suspected that the kid did not intend to let him go, so he wanted to enter Yuzhang City as soon as possible.

That lady once made a rule, once she entered Yuzhang City, no matter what grievances and grudges she had, she couldn't use her hands to fight, otherwise she would be invited into the Qing Underworld to "drink tea".

More than ten years ago, there were two Yin God Realm masters with high mana power who made a move in the city, but they disappeared the next day, and later someone entered the Qing Underworld and saw them "drinking tea" inside.

When the tea enters the stomach, three parts are divided into boiling oil, the five internal organs are cooked, and the remaining seven parts are divided into swords, piercing the intestines and breaking the stomach......

I don't know how long he ran, but there was not much mana left in the middle-aged Taoist priest's body, so he stopped and meditated cross-legged with his apprentice to recover his mana.

In order to prevent being harassed by wild beasts, he also found some branches to light a fire.

The gathering of flames and even the energy of the yang can also drive away the lonely souls and wild ghosts that wander at night.

A moment later, the two of them, who were immersed in pranayama, did not notice that the firelight suddenly jumped, and a large, distorted shadow appeared behind them.

……

Half an hour later.

Li Daoxuan finished breathing and continued to rush towards Yuzhang City.

Suddenly, the fish intestine sword at his waist rattled in its sheath, as if he had been inspired by some kind of inspiration.

Boom!

Li Daoxuan's ears seemed to sound with a piercing sword sound, and he suddenly saw a divine sword that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

Rumble!

A loud noise was heard, stirring up many sleeping birds and beasts.

Li Daoxuan looked into the distance blankly, the scene just now was not an illusion, because Cuiwei Mountain ...... Collapsed!

I saw that Cuiwei Mountain, which he had just walked through not long ago, was now cut in half by a sword, and the sword qi was soaring.

Li Daoxuan knew that it was a middle-aged Taoist priest who crushed the jade sword and used the ancestor's sword intent.

"This is the existence close to the Yang God Realm......"

Li Daoxuan was extremely shocked in his heart, just half a foot into the Yang God Realm, he had such terrifying strength?

A sword breaks the mountain!

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the best in the world's sword cultivation, and he is known as the true person of the Daomen of the White Eyebrow Sword Immortal!

At the same time, Li Daoxuan also knew that the middle-aged Taoist priest was afraid that he had encountered some danger.

Sure enough, the next moment, the frightened voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest sounded, echoing between the mountains and forests.

"Li Feiyu...... I hate! ”

The voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, and finally stopped abruptly, and there was no more movement.

Li Daoxuan's body trembled, knowing that the guy should have been cold, but why did he shout Li Feiyu in the end?

But it doesn't matter anymore, Li Daoxuan only knows that after the other party used the ancestor sword intent, he still couldn't get through the crisis!

Run, run!

At this moment, Li Daoxuan's cold hair stood up, and he used his strength to shrink the earth and run wildly in the direction of Yuzhang City......