Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 126 I can't hide the fact that it's not a sword cultivator (first order 900 plus more)

Seeing the firebird attacking, Li Hu stared at him, his fingers seemed to be plucking cotton, and he pulled the bowstring, and purple arrows condensed out of the bowstring.

"It's been a long time since I shot a bird."

He stretched his bow and pulled it.

A dozen purple arrows shot out.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Arrows turned into storms.

Obviously there were only a dozen arrows, but everyone saw the demeanor of hundreds of arrows.

Those firebirds were all pierced by purple arrows, and the firebirds turned into a ball of fire in the air, seemingly unable to resist at all.

But the dissipated anger didn't just dissipate, but gathered together, turning into a huge fire phoenix with a wingspan of more than ten meters.

The fire phoenix spread its wings, raised its head and sang loudly, and the feathers under its wings turned into countless meteors and fire showers, and even the ground was implicated.

However, there are quite a few Foundation Establishment cultivators present, and there are even Jindan Daoist people in charge, so no one is worried that they will suffer disaster.

Sure enough, when the fire rain fell, a light blue air shield lifted into the air, and the fire rain hit the shield, causing little ripples, which were quickly eliminated.

Taoist Qingniu dispersed the spell and praised:

"Old Huolong, you're here to show off your disciples to me. This Lu Xuan's spiritual mastery is so proficient. If I haven't made a breakthrough, I'm afraid it will take some effort to block his move."

Taoist Huolong was rather reserved.

"I didn't teach him anything, the disciples worked hard on their own."

"How is my disciple compared to your cunning boy?"

Taoist Qingniu remembered Fang Chang's sense of threat to him at that time, and replied: "Normal duel, [-]-[-], life-and-death duel, your disciple will definitely die."

Taoist Huolong frowned: "Is he so powerful?"

Taoist Qingniu didn't explain, just smiled mysteriously.

Patriarch Biyun interjected, "Your disciple is about to lose."

Taoist Huolong retorted without even looking at it:

"nonsense!"

Patriarch Biyun: "Hehe."

The white-clothed scribe added: "Old Daoist Huolong, I think this time you have lost Feijian and lost face."

When Taoist Huolong put his attention away again, he saw that Li Hu still shot an arrow in the face of this powerful Huofeng.

I saw that as the bowstring was pulled up, a purple arrow as thick as an arm condensed out again, and there was a trace of lightning arc beating.

Pong!
The arrow turned into a thunder dragon, and it attacked the fire phoenix with its fangs and claws.

The fire phoenix couldn't dodge in time, it was pierced by the thunder dragon, and exploded on its body, and there were dots of purple lightning arcs dancing on the red body, and then more and more arcs.

The body condensed by the flames was corroded by the lightning, and big holes were formed. After a while, the lightning arc swallowed the whole fire phoenix.

Li Hu looked serious, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The arrow just now almost emptied the power of the purple flood dragon in his body, if not, he might have to transform.

On the other side, Lu Xuan had already noticed the difficulty of Li Hu's sword.

The flying sword hit his flaming sun wheel, making a tinkling sound, like rain hitting a plantain, endlessly.

It's obviously just an ordinary high-grade magic weapon-level flying sword, but it can block the flames on his flaming sun wheel.

This flame is taken from the earth's spiritual fire in the depth of the crater, which is enough to melt black iron and fine stones. Even ordinary spiritual weapons will be deformed and damaged by the continuous roasting of his flames.

However, Feijian's sword body was on fire, but it still attacked him tenaciously.

Until his fire bird spirit technique was deciphered by Li Hu, his eyes showed horror.

"impossible!"

Even though his Firebirds seemed ordinary, any one of them could easily kill a Qi Refining Cultivator.

Moreover, hundreds of firebirds gathered together, and after they turned into fire phoenixes, even the foundation-builder cultivators couldn't stop them.

He had fought against many Foundation Establishment cultivators, but they were all clumsy, blocked in disgrace, and had to admit defeat in the end.

Just now he summoned more than a hundred, two hundred, three hundred.

But still lost.

His spirit technique was broken, he was horrified, and unconsciously paused for a moment.

The flaming sun wheel was connected to his mind, and his pause also made a small gap between the flaming sun wheel's blocking of the flying sword.

The gap was fleeting, but Li Hu and Fei Jian had long been united in mind, and Fei Jian could almost be regarded as another him.

He seized the opportunity, and the complete flying sword just now split into countless tiny fragments in an instant, and countless burning sparks appeared, like a rain of fire falling towards Lu Xuan's shop.

Lu Xuan summoned the flaming sun wheel, and the flaming sun wheel hastily divided into several sub-wheels, but it could only block most of them, and the small half of sparks all hit him.

I saw the mana shield on his body trembling uncontrollably, and then suddenly collapsed!
Lu Xuan only felt as if a heavy punch had been punched on his body, and he couldn't help but fly backwards, and his ability to control the flame sun disc was also temporarily lost.

He is defeated!
Lu Xuan fell down in a daze.

Li Hu called Feijian back, he felt his palms rolling, as if he was holding a red-hot iron rod.

Taking a closer look, the body of Wuxia Flying Sword's sword was now full of bumps and scars. If it hadn't been maintained by his mind, it would have fallen apart by now.

This sword cannot be used a second time.

Li Hu made a judgment in his heart.

Bingjia necromancy is not invincible.

For example, he can only control the flying sword of the high-grade magic weapon level now, and if the level is higher, he will not be able to make split-and-close, unexpected moves.

Unless his fencing skills go up to a higher level.

But he is not a serious swordsman after all, it is okay to have a little taste of sword control, if you study it in depth, it will only delay your talent.

The inheritance of Beidou Daojing has guided his future practice route - physical training!
Become enlightened by force!

If he was fighting with physical training at this moment, he wouldn't need to be so troublesome at all, he would let him punch him with his myriad of spiritual skills.

If one punch doesn't work, give another punch.

Fortunately, he kept his reputation as a sword repairman.

Otherwise, it would sound a bit strange for the master of the Spirit Sword Sect to fight with his fists, and Junior Sister Qing'er might also be afraid of him.

After all, his appearance of bursting clothes is extremely unsightly.

There was not much joy of victory on Li Hu's face, but he was a little worried about the future.

If this goes on like this, he will not be able to hide the fact that he is not a sword cultivator.

Therefore, the sect master, the second brother, must let him follow!

When I am not the master of the Spirit Sword Sect, it doesn't matter if I am a sword cultivator or not.

Li Hu felt that he was really smart.

He slowly landed on the stage, pulled out the flying sword on the ground, and asked in the direction of Taoist Huolong:
"Master Huolong, can this junior hold this sword?"

Huolong Taoist looked at the disciple who was being carried back to the sect area for healing, his face darkened, and he heard Li Hu's question, only to feel it was extremely harsh.

"Master Li's flying sword technique is really extraordinary, even better than his commander Qin Jing."

Taoist Huolong praised, pinched his nose and said:
"The flying sword is a gift to the hero, this purple thunder sword is yours!"

"Brother Sect Master is amazing!"

A lively girl jumped up and shouted.

Then came the cheers from the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect:
"The master is mighty!"

"My friend over there, please be quiet."

Fang Chang, who had watched the play for a long time, stepped onto the stage and grabbed the camera back.

"Ahem, now that the winner has been decided, let Sect Master Li Jianchun go down and rest first, and then proceed to the second item of the Golden Elixir Ceremony, a congratulatory gift!"

(End of this chapter)