The sword qi was surging and wanton, and a snow-white flying sword that looked like it was only more than two inches burst out from in front of Lu Shen's body, shooting straight at Lin Cheng's eyebrows.

At this moment, the young man who was recognized by the Cold Cloud Sect as having an outstanding cultivation talent was in a state of distraction, and he didn't react at all, so he could only watch as the tip of the flying sword grew bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Lin Cheng, whose path of cultivation has been smooth for decades, has never felt that death is so close to him.

Moment.

All kinds of light suddenly lit up on his body, and all kinds of rare magic weapons began to defend themselves against the enemy.

Gourds, jade pendants, and rings came out one after another.

However, when those layers of spiritual power shields met the unstoppable flying sword, they only heard a thud, and they exploded in an instant, without the slightest room for maneuver.

Indestructible, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

The flying sword that had only been thoroughly refined by Lu Shen not long ago had completely revealed its edge for the first time.

At the same time, a white-haired old man with a majestic face hundreds of miles away from Wuxue City suddenly turned his head, his expression was fierce, and he shouted: "He Fangxiao is small, dare to hurt my apprentice!"

Above Lin Cheng's brow, a golden light suddenly bloomed, and the light collided directly with the tip of the speeding flying sword.

The flying sword finally stopped its forward momentum and did not retreat.

The wave of spiritual power that erupted between the two of them instantly stunned all the people within a radius of dozens of meters.

Canghai Anemone is now considered a sword cultivator in the mortal realm, and he is still embarrassed, falling heavily on the wall on the side, barely maintaining his consciousness.

"Idiot, kill the enemy!" a loud shout suddenly rose in Lin Cheng's heart.

Lin Cheng seemed to be drunk, and finally came back to his senses, ashamed, angry, shocked, and all kinds of emotions appeared in those gloomy eyes.

Just before he had a chance to get angry, four more flying swords burst out.

This scene, in Lin Cheng's eyes, was no less powerful than the previous sword.

Ordinary young sword cultivators, being able to control two flying swords can already be regarded as quite talented, among the sword cultivators he knows, the young disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect who specialize in studying the way of flying swords, the natal flying sword is not more than eight at most.

And this guy in front of him can actually have five handles!

To control multiple flying swords, not only does it require the majestic spiritual power in the sword cultivator's body, but also requires incomparably tenacious mental control and unique talent, so among those low-level sword cultivation sects that do not have sword stones, there is another popular saying.

Below the Holy Realm, if you can borrow spiritual power outside the body, the Imperial Sword has more than 100 ordinary flying swords, or ten refined natal flying swords, which is a heaven-level sword heart.

And if you can break a thousand with a sword, it will be a natural sword fetus that is not one in ten thousand.

At the beginning, when he was promoting the Luo family in the city, the ancestor of the Luo family saw Lu Shen's amazing move of nearly a thousand swords at a young age, so he completely gave up the idea of doing it.

Lin Cheng was no longer shocked by the fierce sword aura this time, his eyes were gloomy, his hands stretched out, the void pointed, and said coldly: "Dao Law is natural!"

Ripples appeared in the air in front of him with the tap of his fingers.

The four flying swords suddenly seemed to be stuck in a pool of mud, and they kept struggling.

Lu Shen walked towards him.

Lin Cheng kept moving, his right hand shook the void, and a granular aura appeared in the air, and his right hand suddenly pointed forward, "Give me death!"

The spiritual power is like sword energy, and it rushes forward frantically.

Lu Shen stepped out in one step, colliding with those spiritual powers, and wisps of blood gradually floated out of the air.

"Idiot. ”

Lin Cheng sneered, but before his smile could disappear, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because the other party disappeared in place, and the next moment came to him silently.

Even though there were many wounds all over his body, the man's expression was as calm as ever.

Lu Shen's bland but powerful punch smashed directly into Lin Cheng's chest and abdomen, like thunder, and the latter instantly bent down and became a shrimp.

In the next second, a palm was gently pressed on Lin Cheng's head.

Lu Shen put his left hand behind him, gently pressed his head with his right hand, and said flatly: "Kneel." ”

Obviously, he didn't use much force, but Lin Cheng felt a majestic killing intent to the extreme, trembling all over, his face was bloodless, and his legs were really weak, and he knelt directly in front of Lu Shen.

Cultivators who grow up under the protection of the sect, no matter how high their realm is, their combat power between life and death is much worse after all.

Everything actually happened between lightning and flint.

Lu Shen's right hand slowly exerted force.

Lin Cheng no longer had the previous leisurely look, his face was full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "No... Don't..."

Ye Xuan, the guest elder of the Cold Cloud Sect, finally reacted and said loudly: "Be merciful!"

The jade pendant on Lin Cheng's waist flashed, and at the same time, a violent voice sounded from thousands of miles away, "If you dare to hurt my disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect, go to heaven and earth, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

When Lu Shen heard this, his face was expressionless, and his outstretched right hand gently pressed down.

The secret method of Taoism has clouds, the immortals support the top, and the fingers are cut off for immortality.

There was thunder in every inch.

Lin Cheng was bleeding on the spot, and his meridians were broken.

....

Canghai Anemone stared blankly at this scene, blinking.

Lin Cheng's body fell to the ground, and he had already become a bloody man, but there was still a faint trace of breathing.

Lu Shen withdrew his right hand, as if he was still waiting for something.

There was a brief silence.

A deep voice came from Yu Pei, "Catch him and wait for me to execute him personally." ”

There was no sudden angry shouting, it was calm.

But it is precisely because of the abnormality of calm that anyone can feel the monstrous murderous aura contained in the words.

"Take it for me!"

As the guest elder with the highest status on this trip, Ye Xuan took the lead in speaking out, and went straight to Lu Shen.

Immediately after that, several disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect who had a good realm also rose up one after another.

Lu Shen's right hand stretched out, and a black-gray ancient long sword appeared in his hand.

In such a disparity situation, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, and it seemed that he still wanted to fight vigorously.

It's a pity that the next moment, before the spiritual power in his body can run his whole body, the sleeve of his left hand was pulled by a person, and then pulled it back hard.

Canghai Anemone glared as he ran: "You don't want to die, let's run!"

Lu Shen, who was forced to run away, had a strange expression, sighed after half a sound, and a sword slashed out suddenly, and the sword qi overflowed, blocking the opponent's figure.

Then he pressed Canghai Anemone's shoulder, and the two instantly turned into a rainbow light and fled into the distance.

...

After half a pillar of incense, an old man with a gloomy face instantly appeared outside the city of Wuxue City, looking at the mess and furious.

Ye Xuan hurriedly approached from a distance, bent down and said, "I have sent someone to track it down, as for Lin Cheng, he barely saved a life, but..." ”

The white-haired old man said calmly, "Say." ”

"The meridians are broken, the cultivation is completely lost, and the sea of qi is broken. ”

Ye Xuan cautiously glanced at the other party's face and said, "It is estimated that I will not be able to practice in the future." ”

A fierce momentum suddenly flowed from the white-haired old man, and the white hair began to drift away with the wind.

He said in a deep voice: "Pass on my hand to issue a sect order, and arrest the entire Eastern Holy Continent with all your might, try to catch those alive, if you resist desperately, there will be no mercy." ”

Ye Xuan was a little surprised, he vaguely remembered that the last sect order was fifty years ago, and the object of that hunt was a powerful demon who sneaked from the demon domain.

Ye Xuan said cautiously: "The person who did it is very young, highly talented, and a sword cultivator. ”

He is young and has a very high talent, and with a sword, it is naturally very likely that he will come from the Sword Pavilion.

"Now that the academy's dragon and phoenix list is about to open, how can the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion choose to come out at such a time. ”

The white-haired old man sneered and said, "And if it's really a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, you still need to come to us to participate in the assessment?"

Ye Xuan thought for a while and said, "Reasonable." ”