Chapter 92 The Wind Fills the Building

"Why did I come? You don't know? You killed my disciple in the Spirit Domain, Zichen. Forgot about it so quickly?"

"Fart! What are you talking nonsense here!"

"My disciples Tianqing and Changqing can both testify! Your disciples colluded with the Bull Demon in a vain attempt to destroy other people's countries, and my disciples did the right thing for Heaven and stopped your despicable and shameless killing, who knew that you were angry and ashamed! Kill my disciple!"

"Fart! Wow, it turned out that you killed my disciple and did me a big deal. I haven't settled accounts with you yet, so you can send them to your door!"

"Ha, Beixi Lao'er. You're so brazen!

"What nonsense! Fight, revenge! Come on!"

"Okay, then today, the new account and the old account, let's calculate it together!"

The cultivation of the two of them is the peak of the late stage of the Yudan, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, they can break through and enter the Yuan infant stage. This is also the reason why both parties are eyeing the Lingshan holy relics. The two of them shook their sleeves and were about to start. A voice came suddenly. "Stop!"

The crowd looked at the source of the sound, and when they saw the man, they were amazed!

"What!Zichen!" "Senior brother!"

The six people on the compass saw Zichen reappear, each with their own thoughts. But it's just two categories, Shui Rou saw Zichen again, and her eyes were rosy again, but in this scene, she had to suppress her mood.

"Hmph, old thing, aren't you good disciples, come here to bite something!" Bei Xi pointed at Zichen who came over, Ling Yun's old face darkened, and he was also annoyed. "Hmph, can't I escape death in vain? Don't talk about this, the previous account has to be calculated today!" "Okay, if you kill my disciple, it's a big deal for me, and the old man will look for you!"

The two leaped forward and exchanged hands over the square. Huge fluctuations in spiritual power continued to spread from above. In order to avoid accidental injury, Qiu Ming and the others had no choice but to retreat to a safe range, and the Palm Spirit Sect also opened the protective light curtain in time so as not to hurt the disciples.

"What a Beixi old man, I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and my skills have improved a lot!"

"Ha, where am I like you, an old immortal thing? I think you're about to run out of spiritual power!"

"Fart!"

Ling Yun flicked his sleeves, and a big sword behind him turned into a phantom. Although it is a phantom, the sword shape is already very real, and the water chestnut is clearly recognizable. The sword is about three zhang high, and the body of the sword is engraved with vague ancient characters. Not to mention the slashing of this sword, the coercion brought by the great sword alone is enough to destroy any monk in the early stage of the sword.

Sword soul, the unique Taoism of the sword gate. It is also derived from the sword heart and is sublimated from the sword heart. Only when you cultivate to reach the knot can you realize the Tao and cultivate it. Sword Soul, inheriting the ancient sword, Ling Yun was able to refine the sword soul to such a power, which also proved that his perception of the way of the sword had also reached the peak that could be reached in the Dan period. Perhaps when Ling Yun can break through his cultivation and gain a deeper understanding, the words on the sword body will no longer be so vague.

"Hmph, afraid of you?" When Bei Xi raised his hand, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, and a huge thundercloud vortex appeared, which was four or five times larger than the one he had seen in the spirit realm before. A thunder dragon rushed out of the whirlpool, and the thunder dragon looked down at everyone and let out a long roar. Although Qiu Ming and the others retreated to a safe range, they were still so shocked that they spurted blood from their mouths and almost fell off the compass.

The disciples under the light curtain were also deeply shocked and almost lost their souls.

With a wave of his hand again, the phantom of the great sword tore through the sky, and slashed towards the thunder dragon with the momentum of Mount Tai. The thunder dragon let out another long roar and ran towards the great sword. The dragon, the head of all spirits, reigns over the world, how can he succumb to the sword!

Qiu Ming was shocked, and hurriedly took the junior brothers and sisters who had already been stupid, and retreated at full speed. The disciple in charge of protecting the light curtain also hurriedly strengthened the light curtain again.

The great sword collided with the thunder dragon, and a huge roar swept out in all directions with powerful spiritual power fluctuations. Qiu Ming and the others didn't have time to escape. Under the sweep of spiritual power, he spurted a mouthful of blood and fell. Beixi and Lingyun were also knocked away by the spiritual power.

"Old thing, you know you're dying, come and fight me. Do you want to pull me to accompany you? When you die, see if I don't kill all your disciples!" Bei Xi laughed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, choking him for a while. But he still laughed loudly, and the more he laughed, the more crazy he became.

"You dare!" Ling Yun was furious, his muscles bulging violently, the foundation of the Sword Gate was his reverse scale. He has been conscientious and conscientious all his life, taking care of the sword gate wholeheartedly, and he does not dare to slack off in the slightest. If the Sword Gate is really destroyed by him, what face do you have to face the heads of the past dynasties. Ling Yun stood up, roared, and was about to pounce again.

Suddenly, Ling Yun covered his chest with his hands, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth again. In a hurry, he fell down.

"Master!" Qiu Ming struggled to get up, rushed forward at full speed, and caught the Lingyun Daoist in time. Beixi laughed even louder, "Old thing, this is?" You, take your master away, don't be embarrassed here. ”

Qiu Ming glanced at Beixi, turned his head and took his master and junior brother back to the Sword Gate. Beixi flicked his sleeves and disappeared again. His closed disciples all knew that Master was going into retreat. The other inner disciples also dispersed, and from then on, they had another thing to talk about.

In the attic, a disciple in a blue robe looked out the window, "Master is probably going to retreat for several years, and he was just holding on just now." Qiu Ming, the enmity of my junior brother, I will repay it sooner or later. ”

Five days later, the Lingyun Daoist woke up from a fainting. Tianqing and the others gathered around the head of the bed, and Zichen was also standing on the side, but Qiu Ming was the only one missing. Ling Yun sat up and glanced at everyone. He was silent for a long time and sighed. "It's useless to be a teacher. Where did he go?"

"Back to Master, Senior Brother, after he sent us all back, he collapsed. He hasn't woken up yet, but his injuries are fine, and his brother is not in good shape now, mostly due to fatigue. Tianqing replied. Ling Yun let out another breath, this blow made him completely slumped, and the whole person was going to look even older. Now he is no different from an old man who is about to die in the mortal world.

"You go down first, Zichen stays, I have something to ask you. Ling Yun waved his hand and motioned for everyone to disperse. Tianqing and the others bowed and went out of the room together. After about a moment, Zichen also walked out of the house. He smiled and looked around, his face full of nostalgia and relief. I can come back here and see the place where he grew up.

Zichen paused for a while, and then prepared to go to the second mountain to have a look. What happened to his disciples, everything there has not changed, what has become. Not far from Zichen stepping on his sword and walking out of the range of the first mountain, he saw a figure waiting for him, and Zichen stepped forward and leaned over.