Generally speaking, it is a means that others do not know, and everyone knows that Li Zijian never uses a sword, but in fact, Li Zijian's strongest means is still a sword.

I saw that the purple qi on the sword in Li Zijian's hand rose again and again, completely covering the original sword body, and then swept with a sword, the sword was like a dragon, and all the nine female heavenly ghosts blocking the way were cut off.

That's not all, Li Zijian then used the Taiyi Light Splitting Sword of the Debut Gate, one sword turned into nine, and the nine swords were all true, and shot towards Li Qingyu.

Li Qingyu was not half surprised, he had already known his father's last resort a few years ago, and he had already prepared, allowing the Nine Swords to pass through his body, without paying any attention, and then saw that the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, he recovered as before, without the slightest scar to be seen, this was already a Xuantong that touched the immortal golden body.

Xu Jingwei, as a Confucian scholar, has a profound realm cultivation, and has already set foot in the realm of earth immortals for many years, Li Qingyu has mostly been his advice behind the scenes, he knows Li Qingyu well, but after seeing this scene, he no longer dares to think so, first the Heavenly Demon Phase, and then the Nine Sons and Mother Heavenly Ghosts, and now he has used the Immortal Golden Body, and then even if Li Qingyu uses the Taiyin True Sword or the Sun True Sword again, he will not be surprised at all.

This is no longer a book of Heavenly Demon Policies that can explain the past, there must be a Xuanjiao master involved in this matter, so full of teaching, could it be that Li Qingyu is a closed disciple of Murong Xuanyin?

Thinking of this, Xu Jingwei's face couldn't help but darken, his mood at this time was like a sapling that had been planted for many years, I don't know how much he had paid, and when he finally waited for the maturity, he was cut down by others first, and his heart was frustrated and angry, and he almost wanted to devour people.

Li Qingyu said softly: "My father is good at using the sword, so I will use the sword to distinguish my father. ”

Before the words fell, the rain in the sky was lifted back to the sky by Li Qingyu with his own qi.

The sky is full of thunder and thunder.

The vision returned, and a tornado mixed with thunder and thunder fell from the sky in the shape of a funnel.

The tornado is thick at the top and thin at the bottom, and the thickest part is 100 zhang, and when it reaches three feet above Li Qingyu's head, it is only three inches thick.

Xu Beiyou looked up at this tornado that connected the heavens and the earth, and said softly: "Senior sister, do you see that tornado doesn't look like a sword? Murong Xuanyin used the sun and Taiyin as swords respectively, since this head of the Li family is deeply involved in the Xuanjiao, maybe he will really give us a surprise." ”

Wu Yu pursed his lips lightly, his expression solemn.

Xu Beiyou asked Bai Yu and Li Shentong and others to withdraw, leaving only Wu Yu alone, the original intention was to let her see the life-and-death struggle between the two earth immortals, but she didn't want to fight crookedly, but she was expected to see a top sword fight, so it was more precious than the simple battle of the immortal realm, not only Wu Yu, even Xu Beiyou himself could also understand it.

This time he was really persuaded by Xu Bei, and after Li Qingyu raised his hand, a whole tornado merged into his palm, constantly shrinking and condensing, and finally turned into a "sword" with wind and thunder.

Li Qingyu held this sword of wind and thunder and strode towards Li Zijian's one person and one sword.

The qi between the two collided one step ahead of the two, and layers of vitality ripples spread out, distorting the light, and the figures of the two seemed to be in a mirror.

Immediately after, the two of them dispersed this distorted vitality, and the tip of Li Zijian's sword pointed directly at Li Qingyu's eyebrows.

Li Qingyu crossed the sword with a sword, his left foot did not move, and his right foot slid backwards and retreated, splashing countless splashes.

The two swords intersected, and there was a sound between heaven and earth, instantly overpowering the sound of wind, rain, and thunder.

Li Zijian's early years were to enter the Tao with martial arts, to boil the foundation of the physique, extremely strong, not confused years began to nourish qi, when he knew the destiny of heaven, he cultivated the Tao and understood Huang Lao, and in the year of the sixtieth year, he participated in Zen and admired the Buddha, and finally integrated the three schools of righteousness in the year of the Stick Dynasty, so that he was almost complete and returned to a sword.

But when he faced Li Qingyu's sword head-on, the momentum stopped abruptly, and not only that, but he was also shocked back two steps back.

However, Li Qingyu was not comfortable, even more miserable than Li Zijian, the majestic purple qi contained in Li Zijian's sword penetrated through his body protection qi and went straight to his internal organs, just because he cultivated the immortal golden body, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, and he was also forcibly swallowed.

Li Qingyu, who had an indifferent face, stood tall, turned defense into attack, and swept the wind and thunder in his hand, like a hundred-zhang thunder whip, purple lightning lingered, and when it swept over the ground, it was just an outgassing machine, and it had already left a deep groove on the ground like cutting tofu, shooting Li Zijian.

Li Zijian shouted angrily, strode forward in a brutal attitude, one sword pointed directly at the seven inches of the long whip mixed with wind and thunder by the sword qi and cut it off, and the other hand was shot out with the big mudra of the Molun Temple, and it collapsed like a landslide.

Li Qingyu's body was like a ghost, and he passed by this big handprint, and the ground behind him violently shook and shattered, collapsing a huge handprint with a foot of twenty zhang.

Li Zijian stepped a little lower, turned into Changhong, and instantly bullied Li Qingyu three feet in front of him.

This time, Li Qingyu didn't dodge again.

Within three zhang, the two of them attacked and defended each other with three hundred swords in just one breath.

In the last sword, Li Zijian was scattered in a bun, his body swept back rapidly, and his white hair danced wildly in the wind, Li Qingyu did not move, but a small red dot slowly appeared on the center of his eyebrows.

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Li Zijian frowned after stopping his retreat.

The center of the eyebrows was for the vital point, even in the Earth Immortal Realm, but he found that the sword that stabbed at the center of the eyebrows of the rebel did not cause him much damage.

Could it be that this is also the mystery of the immortal golden body?

Li Qingyu stretched out his hand and gently wiped it at the center of his eyebrows, completely erasing the blood spot like erasing the cinnabar, and said softly: "Father, integrate the three families, this is something that Emperor Xiao failed to do back then, you are too greedy, everything is clear, everything is not fine, if you focus on any of the three families of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, your achievements will be far more than today's realm of the twelfth floor." ”

Li Zijian said angrily: "It's not your turn to teach Lao Tzu a lesson!"

Li Qingyu smiled slightly, and said without caring at all: "Sage Yun, there must be my teacher in the threesome, don't be ashamed to ask, father, don't you even listen to the words of the sage?"

As he spoke, Li Qingyu's demonic aura all dispersed, and he was reborn with a heroic aura.

The pouring rain stopped abruptly, and the layers of black clouds pressed up and down the canopy rose sharply again, and a ray of sunlight fell through the cracks in the clouds, just hitting Li Qingyu's body.

Li Qingyu bathed in the sun, in a trance like an immortal descending to the earth, suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Jingwei, and said: "Mr. Xu, you have been planning for many years, and you regard Li as a chess piece, do you think that Li really knows nothing? The reason why Li pretended not to know was precisely to let Mr. Xu use the last generation of luck to help me achieve the realm of the twelfth floor of the earth immortal, so that I could show what I learned in my chest." ”

Xu Jingwei, who was pierced with the secret in his heart, was shocked and angry, "Who are you!? Why can you bear the luck of the last generation and not die?"

Li Qingyu said with a smile: "In this life, his name is Li Qingyu, but in his previous life, he was surnamed Zhang, and his single name is a character. ”