Chapter 44: White-Eyebrowed Sword Immortal
Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest became furious. He took out a jade sword about three inches long from his arms and made a gesture as if to crush it.
Seeing this, the young Taoist priest was shocked and asked, "Master, is this the sword intention of the ancestor?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded, then gently pinched a crack, and suddenly a terrifying sword intent filled the air, pouring down like the Milky Way from the sky.
The Yuchang sword in Li Daoxuan's hand was shaking constantly, as if expressing fear?
Not only the Yuchang Sword, but even Li Daoxuan himself felt as if his body was being torn into pieces.
What a terrifying sword intent!
Compared with this, the sword intent of the middle-aged Taoist priest just now was simply not worth mentioning, a dwarf compared to a giant.
“Give me back the Scarlet Cloud Sword, or I will crush this jade sword. It contains a sword power hidden by the founder of my Wanshou Palace. With your cultivation at the initial stage of fasting, no matter how many magic weapons you have, you will never be able to stop it!”
This jade sword was originally a life-saving item given to him by his ancestors and was his last trump card. He never expected that it would be forced out by a young Taoist priest in the early stage of fasting.
The ancestor once warned that the jade sword should not be activated unless it was absolutely necessary, but now the middle-aged Taoist priest could not care less, the Chixia sword was his lifeblood and he must not lose it!
"Haha, threatening me?"
Li Daoxuan slowly took off the oil-paper umbrella tied to his back.
He did not want to rely too much on Sister Yu's strength, as this would make it difficult for him to become a truly strong man, so in the previous battle, he deliberately tied the oil-paper umbrella behind his back.
"Do you think you are the only one with a master?"
Li Daoxuan opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the next moment, the moonlight around him suddenly dimmed, the bright moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and a thick yin energy floated between heaven and earth.
The wind was howling all around, as if one had suddenly arrived in the underworld.
She was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, an oil-paper umbrella, embroidered shoes, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, and she was looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest with eyes that contained no emotion.
The middle-aged Taoist's face changed drastically . Just being glanced at by Chen Ziyu made the magic power in his body surge and he felt cold all over.
The red ghost!
At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest cursed in his heart, this was a red-clothed evil ghost equivalent to the Yin Shen realm!
Is the Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain mentally ill? How could a red-robed evil spirit be bestowed upon a disciple who was in the early stage of fasting?
Even in a big sect like Maoshan, a red-clothed evil spirit is hard to come by. If it were in some small sect, it would probably be regarded as the sect's treasure!
"who are you?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest stared at Li Daoxuan closely with a look of fear.
He is able to use thunder magic and possesses a red-clothed evil spirit. Although his cultivation is not high, his status in Longhu Mountain is probably not simple.
Li Daoxuan was also somewhat afraid of the jade sword, and said calmly: "Listen carefully, I am the ninth generation disciple of Longhu Mountain, Li Feiyu!"
Direct disciple!
The middle-aged Taoist priest showed a hint of understanding in his eyes. As expected, the other party's identity was not simple.
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Li Feiyu, I will remember you. I will go to Longhu Mountain to seek justice one day!"
After saying this, he turned around and left with the little Taoist priest.
Although he was extremely painful to lose the Chixia Sword, the appearance of the red-clothed ghost forced him to swallow his anger. He was not sure that the sword intent of the ancestor could kill the red-clothed ghost.
Looking at the two people going away, Chen Ziyu's hair fluttered and swelled in the wind, and she was ready to give chase.
A hand pressed on her wrist.
"Sister Yu, let them go."
Li Daoxuan shook his head and put away the murderous intent in his heart.
Just like the reason why the middle-aged Taoist left, Li Daoxuan was not sure that Sister Yu could block the jade sword, and even if she did, she would probably be injured.
The master once said that Xu Qingxuan, the contemporary ancestor of Wanshou Palace, is an existence that has one foot halfway into the Yang God realm. He has profound cultivation and unparalleled swordsmanship. He is very famous among sword practitioners in the world and is known as the White-browed Sword Immortal.
The sword intent he separated should not be underestimated.
Li Daoxuan didn't want to gamble. To him, Sister Yu was not a magic weapon or a prop, but his friend.
Chen Ziyu seemed to sense his thoughts. She glanced sideways but said nothing. She turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the umbrella again.
…
The middle-aged Taoist priest and his apprentice ran all the way, hoping to reach Yuzhang City as soon as possible.
For some reason, he felt inexplicably urgent and his mind was confused and depressed, as if something terrible was about to happen.
The perception of a cultivator is very sharp. He suspected that the boy had no intention of letting him go, so he wanted to enter Yuzhang City as soon as possible.
The empress had set a rule that once entering Yuzhang City, no matter what grudges or old enmities there were, one could not fight, otherwise one would be invited by her to "drink tea" in the Qingming Realm.
More than ten years ago, two masters of the Yin Shen realm who were proud of their magical powers fought in the city. As a result, they disappeared the next day. Later, someone entered the Qingming realm and saw them "drinking tea" inside.
When the tea enters the stomach, one-third of it turns into boiling oil, cooking the internal organs, and the remaining seven-tenths turns into swords, piercing the intestines and stomach...
After running for an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged Taoist priest had little magical power left in his body. He stopped and sat cross-legged with his disciple to meditate and restore his magical power.
In order to prevent being harassed by wild animals, he also found some branches to make a fire.
Fire is a gathering of yang energy, and it can also drive away wandering ghosts at night.
A moment later, the two people who were immersed in breathing and meditation did not notice that the fire suddenly jumped, and a huge and twisted shadow appeared behind them.
…
Half an hour later.
After Li Daoxuan finished regulating his breathing, he continued to rush towards Yuzhang City.
Suddenly, the Yuchang sword at his waist clanged in its sheath, as if it had been inspired by something.
clang!
Li Daoxuan seemed to hear a sharp sword sound in his ears, and in a trance he saw a divine sword that pierced the sky and the earth.
boom!
A huge noise was heard, waking up many sleeping birds and animals.
Li Daoxuan stared blankly into the distance. The scene just now was not an illusion, because Cuiwei Mountain... collapsed!
He saw that the Cuiwei Mountain, which he had just passed by not long ago, was now cut in half by a sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky.
Li Daoxuan knew that it was the middle-aged Taoist who crushed the jade sword and used the sword intent of the ancestor.
"This is an existence close to the Yang God Realm ..."
Li Daoxuan was extremely shocked. With only half a step into the Yang Shen realm, he already had such terrifying strength?
Cut the mountain with one sword!
He is indeed worthy of being the best sword practitioner in the world, a Taoist master Immortal!
At the same time, Li Daoxuan also knew that the middle-aged Taoist priest might have encountered some danger.
Sure enough, the next moment, the frightened voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest rang out, echoing among the mountains and forests.
"Li Feiyu...I hate it!"
The voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, and finally stopped abruptly, without any movement.
Li Daoxuan shuddered, knowing that the guy should be dead, but why did he call Li Feiyu in the end?
But none of this matters anymore. Li Daoxuan only knows that after the opponent used the sword intent of the ancestor, he still couldn't survive the crisis!
Run, run quickly!
At this moment, Li Daoxuan's hair stood on end. He used all his strength to activate the art of shrinking the earth and ran madly towards the direction of Yuzhang City...
