They all want to kill me

Chapter 228 Sword Eleven: Receiving the Sky and Reflecting the Sun
As the orange-skinned old man finished speaking, Li Shuhong and the others suddenly felt it became difficult to breathe.

I painstakingly squeezed out a few words from the gap between my teeth, "Taoism. Nature"

That's right, this is exactly the "field" that can only be controlled by the great masters of Taoism and nature!
And the old man on the opposite side may have mastered the power of the wind!

His strength may not be inferior to the number one exiled immortal in the heaven list who stunned all heroes with a sword in the capital that day!
The old man on the opposite side did not answer, but continued to increase the restriction on the air around them.

He didn't even intend to make a direct move, perhaps in his opinion, these three little guys were nothing more than ants.

that's the truth.

Li Shuhong's face was livid, and he struggled to ask, "Why did you do this?"

The old man still didn't answer.

"Aren't you afraid of my master?"

As soon as he said this, the old man responded.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "The old man has achieved great feats, and his strength is no longer inferior to that of the old master. At this moment, even if your master is here, so what?"

Li Shuhong didn't speak, and the three of them couldn't do anything other than resist the oppression of the air with all their strength.

But Li Shuhong didn't speak, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he just stared straight behind the old man.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and subconsciously turned around.

There is nothing behind him.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt his cheeks go cold.

Raising his hand to touch it, a wet and cold feeling filled the skin of his fingers.

"rain?"

The old man murmured, and then his expression turned violent and he looked not far behind.

In the rain curtain three feet away, there was a man in a green shirt standing with his hands behind his back.

The old man looked sharply at Li Shuhong and the other three again. The three seemed to have been relieved, and they no longer seemed to be short of breath.

"rain?!"

He had an ugly face and clenched his steel teeth.

The gap in strength is now visible to the naked eye.

The opponent's "field" perfectly covered his "field", and he didn't even notice it.

Fortunately, he was already prepared!

On the day when he started to plan this matter, he knew that he wanted to achieve great things, and banishing immortals was the hurdle they had to cross!
So. They have been planning how to deal with the Banished Immortal!
A round of tomorrow suddenly rises from the pitch black night!
Tomorrow was so intense that Li Shuhong and the others felt evaporated for a while.

The blue-clothed swordsman who looked exactly like Li Shuhong looked around at the thirty or so Confucian scholars who had appeared at some unknown time, raised his brows slightly but did not speak.

"The Immortal! For today, the old man and others have waited too long."

Seeing that the rain had stopped, the orange-skinned old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Heroes are forbidden by martial arts! The world is in chaos because martial arts masters can act recklessly! And the banished immortal bears the brunt of it!"

He looked at the pale-faced Li Shuhong and the others and the silent blue-clothed swordsman, and stroked his beard proudly, "50 years! Finally, you have to show your flaws! The vitality lock has been completed! Immortal! Today you will stay stop!"

On Shengyang Mountain, a disciple of the academy retracted the long sword that had pierced into the chest of the master of Slanting Moon Valley, and then raised his head in shock.

"what is that?!"

The same is true everywhere else.

In front of that shabby room, Ling Zhouqing, who was fishing by the creek at night, looked up at the scorching sun in the night sky that reflected the entire Shengyang Mountain like daytime, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Has it started yet?"

A disciple ran over in a hurry, "Master of the mountain! In the sky—"

"I know, don't panic."

Ling Zhouqing continued to catch the fish leisurely, the float shook, and he lifted up his spirits and pulled in the rod suddenly.

But when he saw what he had caught, his face turned black—as expected, what was caught this time was still not a fish, but a head, the head of an oblique Moon Valley villain.

Blowing that head to pieces casually, Ling Zhouqing threw another rod, and then told his disciples, "Go, don't worry about that thing in the sky, clean up all the little things that came up to the mountain today, and don't leave anyone alive."

"Yes, the student will leave."

The disciple withdrew.

Ling Zhouqing glanced at the scorching sun in the night sky, and let out an inexplicable sigh.

"Ugh"

Li Guanqi, who was pretending to be Li Shuhong, looked terrified, as if she finally understood something.

But the swordsman in blue was unmoved.

He even had a strange expression on his face, just like seeing a pig say he can fly.

Then, he drew his sword.

"Your Yuxue sword style is restrained by Yuanqi Tiansuo! Just capture it!"

Hearing what the orange-skinned old man said, Li Shuhong smiled.

"Sword Eleven: Reaching the Sky and Reflecting the Sun."

Sword seven to sword twelve are the sword poses representing summer among the 24 solar terms sword poses.

Sword Eleven is the fifth sword among them, corresponding to "Xiaoshu".

I saw the scarlet glazed long sword in the swordsman's hand suddenly burst into blinding brilliance, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and even the air seemed to be rippling from the heat!

And the "scorching sun" in the sky was even stronger, making the whole valley like a steamer!
The three of Li Shuhong didn't notice anything, but the dozens of congenital scholars around them were sweating profusely at this moment, their lips turned white, and their bodies were even a little swaying.

But they still gritted their teeth and insisted.

Unfortunately, except for the three of Li Shuhong who did not respond, the temperature in the valley was rising rapidly.

forty degrees, fifty degrees, sixty degrees
Finally someone couldn't hold on anymore.

But the one who made the first move was the orange-skinned old man!

"Thousands of waves across the river, ten thousand poles leaning into the bamboo!"

He instantly drained the air around the swordsman in blue, and then several wind blades with a width of several feet slashed at the swordsman in blue and the three of them respectively, and then he rushed straight to Li Shuhong!
Boom-!
What can I do, thunder from the sky!Just when he was about to succeed, a ten-foot-thick lightning fell from the nine heavens and slammed on the top of his head!
Then there was another one!
Two!

Three!

Five ways!

In just a blink of an eye, nine thunderbolts split the place where the old man was into ruins!
The scorching sun in the night sky finally burned out, just like the lives of the thirty or so great Confucianists.

They are not dead yet, but the speed of borrowing the vitality of heaven and earth can no longer keep up with their consumption.

In other words, the harder they worked, the stronger the sword of the blue-clothed swordsman would be, and the higher the temperature fed back to them would be.

They are literally fighting themselves.

This so-called "vitality sky lock" is like a joke to the swordsman in blue.

The thirty or so innate grand masters were so dehydrated that they fell to the ground as if they were dry.

The dark-brown bodies wrinkled to the point of being skinny and bone-like, if they were not still breathing, everyone would think that these people had been dead for a long time.

The scorching sun dissipated, and darkness returned to the valley.

Put away the rouge-colored glazed sword, but the blue-clothed swordsman did not leave.

Although his current strength could only last for less than 8 minutes, he did not flee far away, nor did he take the three of "Li Shuhong" away, but waited quietly while watching the smoke from the lightning strike.

Soon, what he was waiting for came.

"The Immortal! Die—!"

Dozens of wind blades seven to eight feet long and one foot wide suddenly shot out from the smoke, but they were scattered by the blue-clothed swordsman.

After that, a swift figure wrapped in the gust of wind rushed out from the smoke. His speed was so fast that it even tore the air and rubbed off a lot of sparks!

The old man looked at the blue-clothed swordsman from far to near, his eyes widened involuntarily.

It felt like my heart was beating faster and faster.

That is the joy of decades long-cherished wish coming true!

This blow burned all his life!This blow can even tear the sky apart!

The other party didn't even know that his name was Yu Shucheng.

But he doesn't care anymore.

As long as he can kill the number one banished immortal on the day list, the plan after that can be implemented smoothly!It doesn't matter even if he dies!
As long as it can be successful!
But why.
Why did the Banished Immortal slow down?
Is he scared?

No. I slowed down.

Just a little bit. Just a little bit.
The Banished Immortal just looked at him like that.

Watching the wind that wrapped around him dissipate.

Seeing his seven orifices bleeding, his skin cracked, he was still staggering and moving forward slowly.

moving
He finally moved a zhang away in front of the exiled immortal, but after all he couldn't take another step.

His pupils have begun to dilate.

The exiled immortal didn't speak, but just took a step forward.

Yu Shucheng fell down.

But before he fell down, the shattered half of the broken sword in his hand finally pierced the exiled immortal.

Although he didn't even puncture his clothes, he had a smile on his face.

Dang bang.

The broken sword fell to the ground and disappeared along with the life of its owner.

Li Shuhong looked down at the satisfied smile on his old orange-peeled face, and finally sighed.

He turned his head and said to the three people: "Go to the bamboo forest three miles outside Shengyang Town first."

Li Guanqi, who was dressed as Li Shuhong, nodded, and called Zhang Daoling, who had doubts in his eyes, and Kuxin, who closed his eyes and chanted sutras, to leave first.

"Be careful yourself."

Li Shuhong didn't answer.

He turned his head to look at Shengyang Mountain.

There is one last thing to do tonight.

(End of this chapter)