He Liu roared angrily, reaching out in vain to cover his heart, but to no avail, purple qi was still bursting out from between his fingers.

Pure Yang Purple Qi is a unique school, based on Pure Yang Gong, supplemented by Zixia Gong, collecting the first wisp of pure Yang Qi from the innate when the sun is rising, refining impurities, removing turnips, leaving only a very pure touch of purple, so it is pure Yang Purple Qi, which is the natural nemesis of all sneaky things in the world. Although Li Xuandu's pure yang purple qi is not pure, it is even less than Yan Feiqing's hundred zhang purple qi, but it is enough to deal with such a living corpse that has not yet reached the climate.

Everyone looked at this scene and was shocked and speechless.

These people who had never directly fought with He Liu were still so shocked, and Wang Lie, who slapped He Liu directly with his life's work but returned in vain, opened his mouth even wider. The gap between the Baodan Realm and the Xuanyuan Realm is huge, and the gap between the Jianghu Sanren and the famous and decent families is also huge. At this time, in Wang Lie's eyes, Li Xuandu was a master of the Xuanyuan Realm who was born in the sect, and he was even better than the old owner at the beginning.

Wang Lie turned his head to look at Li Xuandu, Li Xuandu had already retreated from the rain curtain under the corridor, his body was not stained with any moisture, dry and neat, the three village owners of Lingxiu Villa were quite suspicious in his heart, Pure Yang Gong is the signature practice of the Zhengyi Sect, but I have never heard of the master surnamed Li in the Zhengyi Sect, but the surname Li in the Qingwei Sect is a big surname, and the sect master Li Yuanying is a master on the Taixuan List, but then again, there are exceptions to everything, and it is not easy to talk to death in this regard, after all, the real pure Yang Gong and Zixia Gong cannot be faked.

However, Wang Lie pondered and pondered, but he didn't dare to show half a point on his face, let alone say more than half a sentence.

At this moment, He Jin finally walked out of the house, frowned and asked, "This ghost thing is finally dead?"

Li Xuandu, who had a peachwood sword hanging from his waist, shook his head and said: "Not dead yet, although this living ghoul thing is only raised in a quick way, but it has devoured a lot of living souls, this can be eight feet long, copper skin and iron bones, it is already almost a zombie, if he is allowed to suck the essence blood of a martial artist, become a foot long, and become a real zombie, then ordinary swords can no longer hurt him a penny, fortunately, it is still a line away, not to the point of irreparability." ”

He Jin hurriedly said: "Please also ask Mr. Li or Hu Daxia to take action and get rid of such ghosts as soon as possible, He and Lingxiu Villa are grateful." ”

Hu Liang never said a word, his brows furrowed slightly.

Li Xuandu said gently: "The owner of the village doesn't have to be like this, since the person behind the curtain refuses to come out, I will destroy this living corpse first and see if I can force that person to show up." ”

Before the words fell, Li Xuandu waved his hand.

The peachwood sword hanging from his waist flew out on its own, like a long rainbow.

He Jin's figure froze suddenly, and he didn't dare to move, and the sword just shot past his side, causing the placket on his body to fly forward in unison.

The wooden sword was wrapped in abundant sword qi, which not only made the rumbling sound in He Jin's ears linger for a long time, but also separated the rain curtain by a line.

When Wang Lie saw this scene, he was in a trance again, could it be that this Mr. Li was not a person from the Zhengyi Sect, but from the Qingwei Sect? Otherwise, how could there be such a domineering sword intent?

At this thought, the wooden sword had already come to He Liu, who had fallen to the ground.

Peach, the essence of the five woods, the ancient suppression of the evil spirit, this fairy wood also, the essence of the peach wood in the ghost gate, the control of a hundred ghosts, so now do the peach wood sword to suppress the evil, this immortal also.

The wooden sword fell.

Countless raindrops were pulled by the sword intent, connecting the dots into a line, connecting the lines into a surface, and a curtain of rain was moved by the sword momentum, fluttering.

Ordinary swords can't break through the copper skin and iron bones of zombie ghosts, but the "ghosts" with no blades of wooden swords pierced into He Liu's body like cutting tofu, and it was in the central room.

The purple qi at He Liu's heart mouth suddenly extinguished, and the red light in his eye sockets also dissipated.

The violent qi engine shock directly shattered the rain curtain around the two sides into a vast white mist.

After the dust settled, the last trace of He Liu's vitality was lost, and the strange lines on his body quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after all the lines were blurred, the corpse that was originally still copper and iron bones also lost its support, just like a pair of armor that had been rusted to the extreme, just a light touch, it shattered inch by inch, leaving only a peachwood sword still obliquely inserted in the heavy rain.

Li Xuandu waved again, and the peachwood sword was pulled out by itself and flew back into the master's hand.

Hu Liang closed his eyes and stared, carefully recalling Fang Cai's sword in his mind. If Li Xuandu is still in the true realm, then this sword should be able to forcibly stop the rain in this small world, and even lift the falling raindrops back above the nine heavens, which can be said to be a reversal of the time of the sky with manpower. It's a pity that the current Li Xuandu only has the cultivation of the Bao Dan Realm, at most he has stepped into the threshold of the Xuanyuan Realm with one foot, the artistic conception is enough, but the qi machine cannot support such a high realm, and he has the feeling of a pavilion in the air, so he can only separate the rain curtain by a line.

Although he practiced swords but not swords, but the sword was originally a family, just like the Buddha was the Tao, there are different paths to the same end, purely in terms of 'Tao', he is not as good as Lao Li Liang. Just like the battle between the old sect master of the Qingwei Sect and the sect master of the Daoless Sect back then, it can be regarded as a battle of swords, the sword is domineering, the sword is king, how is the sect master of the Daoless Sect?

It's just that this Daoless Sect Master, known as the "Magic Knife", may not be unaware of this, thinking that he has the idea that "the stones of other mountains can attack jade", and wants to use the old sword god's Tongtian Sword Dao to sharpen his sword path, in order to reach a higher level. After this battle, the sect master of the Wudao Sect abandoned the saber "Great Grandmaster" and disappeared, which confirmed Hu Liang's conjecture.

Now Li Xuandu's sword, may not be in the momentum and power, but in terms of the artistic conception of the sword, it is of great benefit to Hu Liang, after all, the previous Zifu Sword Immortal out of the sword, too high-minded, the sword of the true realm is like a river, so that Hu Liang can only see the river floating on the surface, can only see how the sword qi is, how the swordsmanship, but he can't see the riverbed hidden under the river, let alone the sword path hidden in the mud and sand of the riverbed, now after Li Xuandu fell into the realm, it seems that the river is receding, and finally the riverbed and sediment under it are exposed, this is the real way of the sword。

Zhou Shuning, who was standing beside him, only vaguely saw the previous purple qi lingering, and it was a little far away, and he couldn't really see it, plus the layman only knew how to watch the excitement, and the shock was far less than Hu Liang, so he couldn't help but whisper at this time: "That ghost is dead?"

Hu Liang nodded and said, "I can't die anymore." ”

Zhou Shuning breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and patted her chest.

Although the little girl has seen a lot of the world along the way, even the dead, she still feels scared when she really sees these ghosts that only existed in stories before. But fortunately, with her brother here, no matter whether it is a bad person or a ghost, it can't hurt her.

Li Xuandu put away the peachwood sword and said in a loud voice: "I don't know which way of the master is here?

Suddenly, a hoarse and ugly voice sounded: "Who are you? Why do you have pure yang and purple qi? If you are indeed a righteous person, then it is an unforgivable sin, and later I will take out your soul and make it into a ghost slave, and suffer eternal torment and slavery." ”

The voice of the person who came was fluctuating, as if he changed the direction with every word he spoke, and it seemed to come from all directions at the same time, making people not know where he was.

Li Xuandu did not go in vain to find the hiding place of this person, but said: "If I am not mistaken, what you use should be the secret technique of the Soap Pavilion Sect 'Corpse Refining Array', refining living corpses with living people, which hurts the heavens and harms the Yin Virtue, even in the Soap Pavilion Sect, there are few people who use it, you can actually do this, I am very curious about your origin." ”

The man said hoarsely: "I have some knowledge, I actually recognize the 'Corpse Refining Array', one of the three refining of the Soap Pavilion Sect, since you know this 'Corpse Refining Array', you should know that anyone who enters the formation has no luck." ”

Li Xuandu said indifferently: "I don't see it." ”