flstandardbreds Chapter 153 Qing Xiao, Attack, Beheading
Chapter 153 Qing Xiao, Attack, Beheading
The Taoist sect is actually very complicated, and it has many branches, such as the Danding Sect, the Fulu Sect, the Xuanzhen Sect... and so on.
Although these branches all belong to Taoism, their research directions, practice methods, and emphases are very different. Not only that, their locations are also completely scattered.
It's not just Dao Zong.
The same is true in Buddhism.
Strictly speaking, Jiuxiang Temple also belongs to a branch of Buddhism.
A truly large sect or a great school of thought will gradually branch out as it develops.
This is inevitable.
Li Changxiao rode a donkey to the place where the fight was taking place and witnessed the thrilling battle.
A young man in a Taoist robe, holding a talisman, chanted some incantations, and stepped on the Gang Step. His spells emerged one after another, and from time to time, a few arcs of electricity flew out from his palms.
He had companions beside him, a man and a woman, who were also casting spells, forcing their opponents to retreat again and again. They were no match at all.
The three men's opponent was a strong man.
At this moment, his cultivation exploded and his murderous aura was terrifying. Li Changxiao observed carefully and found that this strong man had reached his limit. Half of his body was burnt black. It seemed that he did not gain any benefit from the thunder technique.
Not only that, the extremely masculine and powerful energy invaded his body and wreaked havoc, causing him endless pain.
However, at this critical moment, he swallowed a red pill.
Then, his momentum increased greatly, like a dragon rising from the river. He kicked hard with his right foot, and the ground on the right side collapsed. The aftermath of the horrible force blew the trees on that side down.
The sturdy man used the reverse force to rush to the other side and unexpectedly broke away from the entanglement of several people.
It seems that this sturdy man is a very powerful horizontal body cultivator. The young man who was practicing thunder technique was about to attack, but he saw a man in white standing in front of the sturdy man.
If you use thunder to attack, you might hurt someone by mistake.
He immediately frowned and reminded: "Brother, this fellow just ambushed us with ulterior motives. Many monks who went north died at his hands. He is a very evil person!"
"If you don't want to attack, then get out of the way quickly, lest I accidentally hurt you with my thunder technique."
The man spoke loudly, and fearing that his voice would travel too slowly, he also used some spiritual energy.
The lightning arc in his hand was shining brightly, making half of his face look cold, as if he was ready to strike, but he never did, because the white-clothed swordsman riding a donkey was still standing there.
The well-trained man looked at the dazed swordsman with a sneer on his face. He glanced at the three people behind him. They were from a well-known and upright sect, and they acted in a disciplined and cautious manner...
If this kid hadn't suddenly appeared, the next thunder strike would have taken his life.
It was precisely because of his presence that the man did not dare to use thunder magic easily, and the short delay created a chance for him to escape.
however.
next second.
His expression changed. He saw the swordsman in white gently put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, picked up the wine gourd with his left hand, took a big sip of wine, but did not swallow it, leaving it in his mouth.
When the sturdy man saw this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself that the man was so brave that he actually wanted to attack him.
Even so, he still did not slow down, but instead quickened his pace, leaving big holes wherever he stepped.
He would rather face this swordsman who appeared out of nowhere.
I don't want to take on another thunder spell.
In less than a breath, he had made up his mind. He would severely injure the boy, throw him at the three men, and then escape, all in one go.
Thinking.
He gathered strength in his right fist.
There was still more than ten meters left.
But in an instant, he appeared before the white-clothed swordsman.
The little donkey was so frightened that its legs were shaking. If it could speak, it would have been wailing, "My life is over."
"Heavenly Evil Fist...Victory Step..."
"What a terrifying punch, no wonder it can kill so many people."
The three of them were shocked. They practiced many branches, including magic, treasures, weapons, swords, and body...
Those who practice physical cultivation have never been well received. They have thick skin and tough flesh, giving people the illusion that they are big fools.
However, it does not mean that the Henglian cultivator is not strong. If one gets close to him, it would be a very terrifying thing.
So... this step of instantly closing the gap is called the "winning step".
The young man holding lightning and his two companions had not expected this. Their faces changed at this moment. The strong man's fist was ready and his aura was locked... It seemed that a tragedy was about to happen.
at this time.
The swordsman in white moved.
He sprayed the wine in his mouth towards the burly man coming towards him.
The air was filled with alcoholic fog.
immediately.
Qingping drew out the sword and slashed it across.
The sword flashed across the strong man's eyes.
That fierce, cruel, and determined look gradually became confused. When it regained clarity, fear was revealed in the depths of the eyes uncontrollably, and he wanted to turn around and run.
I would rather face the ferocious thunder magic.
And he would never take the second sword.
no way!
Can……
Everything is too late.
He saw his own body falling to the ground.
Thousands of reincarnations... Li Changxiao's sword was so fast that the strong man's head had been separated from his body when he experienced the first reincarnation.
After the separation, the thousands of lifetimes and reincarnations in the Great Dream Sword were still continuing, waiting for him to wake up...
It is death.
His last sight was fixed on the swordsman in white.
In the air filled with wine mist.
The swordsman turned sideways, sheathed his sword, and acted nonchalantly.
The three were also shocked.
In their view, although the swordsman's sword was fast, it was not impossible to resist and they would not be beheaded directly.
The young man put away his thunder magic, walked towards Li Changxiao, bowed to him to show his goodwill.
The young man explained: "Thank you for your help, brother. What I said just now is true. The three of us were passing by here, and this man suddenly attacked us."
"He was ruthless. I don't know where his murderous intent came from. What good will this do for him..."
said the young man.
His female companion beside him added, "This guy is very powerful. If it weren't for Master Qingxiao's mastery of thunder magic, the three of us would have been unable to gain any benefits. Alas, it's a pity that we still lost a lot of spiritual energy. I'm very sad."
Li Changxiao compiled the gift in return. Although it seemed like they just met by chance and it was hard to tell who was right or wrong, this was only the one-sided statement of these three people and it was hard to say what was right or wrong.
However, Li Changxiao's dream power has become more profound with the improvement of his realm and the sudden enlightenment in the Eighteen Hells. In the dream of the strong man's obsession, he felt full of malice...
Therefore, these three people are naturally trustworthy.
and.
Those who master thunder magic may not all be good people, but at least one thing can be guaranteed, that is, they act in the open. Even if they do evil, they do it openly. There are very few who do evil things behind the scenes.
"Fellow Daoist, you are an expert in swordsmanship, but... I am ignorant and would like to ask your name." Asked the young man in Taoist robe named Qingxiao, who controls thunder magic.
Li Changxiao told his name truthfully. After hearing the words "Li Changxiao", the three of them fell into deep thought again, searching for relevant clues in their minds.
But it's blank.
Qingxiao became more and more curious about the swordsman in white. In his mind, he still recalled the scene of Jiuwu cutting off his head with one sword. It must be said that this strike was very beautiful.
at this time.
The male companion next to Qingxiao pulled his sleeve. He gave him a puzzled look. The male companion pointed to the place where the head of the sturdy man with horizontal training fell.
Qingxiao looked over and was stunned.
At this moment, the understanding of the swordsman was raised to a higher level.
He saw a pair of eyes. Eyes full of fear. He had never seen anyone with such fear in their eyes.
This kind of fear is not something that death can give.
"This..." Qingxiao swallowed and recalled the scene just now.
Know it in your heart.
In that brief moment, something must have happened, something horrible and horrible that I was not aware of.
Li Changxiao saw what the three were thinking, hesitated for a moment, and then explained, "It's just a small thing, not worth mentioning."