The ex-girlfriend who has been missing for three years says she has returned from cultivating immort

Chapter 272

On the distant horizon, the setting sun slowly sinks into the sea.The afterglow covers the sea, and the long night is coming.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Taoist Jianming held the hand of the broken sword, trembling slightly.Looking at the immortal in front of him, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

The man in front of him forced him to break the long sword and cut the heart of the sword himself, causing him to change from an unruly swordsman to the gatekeeper of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the infinite glory.

The young man was out of spirit, and the swordsman had no pride. Immortal Jianxuan's seemingly upright sword cut away Jianming's supposedly smooth life.

Although he was seriously injured, there was no panic on Jian Xuanxian's face.He looked at Taoist Jianming, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked a little dazed.

Then, Jian Xuanxian asked aloud: "You are?"

Taoist Jianming's face froze, and his heart was a little more sad.

Ruining someone else's life, but it seems to be inadvertent, how arrogant and cold-blooded the immortal in front of him is.

How hateful!

Closing his eyes, Taoist Jianming took a deep breath, trying to calm down his agitated mood.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, took a step, and came to Jian Xuanxian.

Sensing the killing intent on Taoist Jianming, Immortal Jian Xuan let out a long sigh, with a hint of despair on his face.

"Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs..." He murmured, but he didn't try to resist again.

Then, things didn't develop as Immortal Jianxuan expected.

Taoist Jianming stretched out his sword finger, the aura in his body moved slightly, and a stream of sword energy emerged from his fingertips, slashing fiercely towards the dantian of Immortal Jianxuan.

Jian Xuanxian let out a muffled snort, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.Does the other party refuse to give yourself a happy time?

Glancing coldly at Taoist Jianming, the hatred in his heart was already overwhelming.

"The dantian has been destroyed, but the spiritual energy in the body can still function... You are indeed a fairy." Taoist Jianming frowned slightly, and began to talk to himself.

After a while, he tried to operate the Dao Jue, and a sword energy appeared out of thin air.The sword energy is so weak that it is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

Afterwards, Taoist Jianming shook his wrist slightly.

The sword energy whizzed out, penetrated into the dantian of Immortal Jianxuan, and slashed and destroyed along the meridians in his body.

Jian Xuanxian clenched his teeth, but still couldn't help crying out in pain, and his body trembled accordingly.

After a long time, the sword energy broke out from the body, and the aura of Immortal Jianxuan was extremely sluggish.

All the spiritual energy veins in his body were destroyed, and there was no possibility of using the spiritual energy at all.

Although Immortal Jianxuan was ready to face death, he still had a bit of regret in his eyes when his cultivation base was abolished throughout his life.

After a while, with a hoarse voice, he said slowly: "I remember, you are the waste that I was scared to death."

Taoist Jianming froze, then nodded, but did not speak.

He took out a spiritual fruit, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally made up his mind, and forced the spiritual fruit into Immortal Jianxuan's mouth.

Immortal Jianxuan's injury improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the terrifying scars gradually disappeared.Not long after, except that he was still unable to use his spiritual energy, he had recovered to his original state.

Puzzled in his eyes, Jian Xuanxian slowly got up and looked at Taoist Jianming suspiciously.

However, the other party didn't intend to explain, and raised his sword finger to run Dao Jue, directly sealing all the spiritual energy in his body.

Then, Taoist Jianming turned his head and looked at the little Taoist priest Shucheng: "Shucheng, if I die later, you should act immediately and kill him."

After a pause, Taoist Jianming continued: "Besides, you are absolutely not allowed to make an advance move."

After finishing all this, he straightened his Taoist robe, raised his broken sword slightly, and pointed at Immortal Jianxuan.

"You will definitely die today, but I will give you a chance to make you stand up."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Sword Cry gave a soft whistle, and the broken sword in his hand trembled, making the sound of sword whistles.

Immortal Jianxuan stared slightly, showing surprise, then raised his eyes to Taoist Jianming, with a flash of hatred in his eyes.

If it weren't for the monk in front of him, an immortal, he would never have ended up like this.

Give him some time to recover from his injuries, Immortal Jianxuan has at least a thousand years of life span, if he finds some opportunities, it is not impossible to re-enter the fairyland.

Taking a deep breath, he retrieved his saber, then exerted all his strength with his feet, and rushed towards the sword-ming Taoist.

Si Si Jian Yi appeared around him, although Immortal Jian Xuan didn't have any aura in his body, his aura was unparalleled for a while.

Feeling the nightmarish sword intent, a trace of fear flashed in Jianming Taoist's eyes.After waking up countless times in the middle of the night, this seemingly upright sword intent was the culprit.

Taoist Jianming was slightly absent-minded, and he didn't come back to his senses until the long sword was close to him.

He retreated in a panic, Taoist Jianming was a little embarrassed.And Immortal Jianxuan naturally discovered this.

With a sneer, he raised his voice and said, "Trying to kill me in vain to fully understand my sword heart, you trash, are you worthy!"

The sword was like thunder, Immortal Jianxuan's attack was fierce, Taoist Jianming lost his chance, and lost his heart again, so it was naturally difficult to parry.

Not long after, he was covered in bruises and was out of breath.

On the other hand, Immortal Jianxuan was not injured at all, and his momentum became more and more fierce.His face was full of fierceness, and his moves went straight to the enemy's vital point.

Neither of them could use their spiritual energy, but the sound of sword whistling could be heard endlessly, and the intent of the sword was also reckless. Shu Cheng, who was watching the battle, was shocked.

Seeing that Taoist Jianming fell into a disadvantage, his face was full of entanglements, and he didn't know what to do.

Shucheng knew that Taoist Jianming wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of the demons left by Immortal Jianxuan.

But judging by the current situation, he was afraid that he was going to fail.

At this time, feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations in Shucheng's body, Jianming Daoist sternly shouted: "Don't make a move!"

His eyes were already red and his hands were trembling violently. There was only one thought in his mind: If he doesn't kill the Immortal Sword today, there will be no more sword cries in the world.

Clenching his teeth, Taoist Jianming roared angrily, raised his left arm, and met the opponent's long sword straight.

The long sword penetrated into the bone, if the strength was stronger, his arm would be cut off directly.

Afterwards, Duan Jianming flew back, and at the cost of serious injuries, he briefly left the battlefield and avoided the continuous attacks of Immortal Jianxuan.

Turning sideways, Taoist Jianming stared at the immortal in front of him, feeling the sword intent all over him, and prepared for a desperate fight in his heart.

With some difficulty, he raised his hand to break the sword, Jianming Taoist took a deep breath, and charged away.

This time, facing the previous nightmare, he didn't dodge any more, and went straight to meet it.

The two swords collided, and the two passed by each other, and the scene fell silent for an instant.

A line of blood appeared between Immortal Jianxuan's neck, and Taoist Jianming was pierced with a long sword in his left chest.

After a while, the two fell down together.

The long sword in Taoist Jianming's hand whistled clearly, as if breaking free from the cage, it resounded across the sky in an instant, breaking through thousands of layers of clouds.But its owner didn't respond at all.

The sun set in the distance completely, and the pitch black night swept the world.

The little Taoist priest Shucheng looked miserable, and bowed to the ground towards the Taoist Jianming, his voice was a little more choked.

"Congratulations to Master Uncle Jianxin Chongming."

After a pause, he continued, "Go all the way."

After speaking, he sat down where he was, chanted the Taoist scriptures, and sent Taoist Jianming respectfully.

At this time, a weak voice sounded: "Don't...don't read it, I'm not dead yet..."

After a pause, the voice continued: "If you don't save me, you will really die."

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(End of this chapter)