Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 177 Asking, cutting luck
"No, the little brother is in a fugue, so he can see it naturally. We two brothers can form this formation, and we gather the power of the whole city. After we leave the city, we can't continue to use our strength."

"The two of us are in the realm of great happiness. If we leave Wushuang City, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave in one round in your hands."

At the head of Wushuang City, the two old men are also bachelors, and they didn't hide their situation. Maybe they knew that even if they wanted to hide it, they couldn't hide it. Of course, they might have other plans, but Zhao Shouyi doesn't know about it. .

Zhao Shouyi sighed lightly when he heard the words.

This is almost in line with my previous guess. In Jianghu, without the help of external forces, there are actually very few who can compete with the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm.

Right now, the other party's ability to fight him to this extent has far exceeded his expectations.

"pity."

Zhao Shouyi didn't know what he had thought of, and his tone suddenly became a bit embarrassing.

The two old men named Gongyang and Situ shook their heads with a smile when they heard this.

"The two of us have come to this day, and we have already seen it through. It has been our wish for many years to fight you today. It is no pity. Although we have borrowed external force, we can still punch rounds and fight. If you come later In a few years, we are afraid that we want to do it, but the conditions do not allow it."

"Little friend, the old man took the liberty to ask you a question!!"

Suddenly the old man surnamed Gongyang asked.

With a radius of ten miles below, the venue has already been cleared, so only the three of them present know what they said.

Zhao Shouyi nodded lightly, signaling the other party to just ask.

Seeing Zhao Shouyi like this, the old man had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he didn't dare to hesitate. He asked the one thing he wanted to know most in his heart.

"Dare to ask my little brother, if there is an end to martial arts, can there be immortals in this world?"

Zhao Shouyi put his hands behind him, and behind him were thousands of flying swords. At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a god in charge of the way of swords.

"The first question, I don't know!"

"However, I know that there is a new realm beyond the Immortal Tour."

Hearing Zhao Shouyi's answer, the eyes of the two of them lit up. For them, fugue is already the limit. Now that they know that there is a new realm beyond fugue, the two are already satisfied.

"Second question, there are immortals in the East China Sea, and where Baili Dongjun goes, there will be immortals."

As soon as these words came out, the two old men who had lived for more than 80 years suddenly felt their hearts tremble. There are immortals in the world, and there are immortals in the world.

They read the records in the ancient books of Wushuang City, saying that at the end of martial arts, one can ascend to immortality. They just regarded it as a legend, and they got a clear answer today, which made them feel a little bit emotional.

"That little bastard, he's hiding everything!!"

I don't know what I thought of, but the old man Situ laughed and cursed.

The old man surnamed Gongyang also showed a helpless expression. He knew who Situ was talking about. It was the little alcoholic who came to Wushuang City to ask them to drink ten years ago.

Today's Jiuxian - Baili Dongjun.

"Immortal! I don't know what kind of person he is?? Speaking of which, it's really a pity!!"

"Brother, now we have no regrets!"

The old man surnamed Gongyang stretched out his hand, looked at the criss-crossed palm prints, and then looked at his extremely old hands.

"Little brother, I really want to know you a few years earlier!"

Zhao Shouyi stood on the sword without opening his mouth.

Some things cannot be forced, just like what Chan Master Dajue said when he was in Khotan, in other words, if he didn't have the strength at that time, he probably wouldn't say that.

No one would care about an unremarkable little Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain. What they cared about was Zhao Shouyi, who was crowned the world, not Zhao Shouyi of Qingcheng Mountain.

"bring it on!"

A steady and resonant voice sounded again, and the giant took a step forward, swung his fists, using offense instead of defense, and hit Zhao Shouyi.

Zhao Shou made a thought and gave a soft drink.

"Go sword!"

The flying swords circled and intertwined in front of him, forming a stegosaurus, charging straight with its teeth and claws open.

"Crack!!"

Where the fist meets the stegosaurus, the sky seems to crack open, making a deafening sound.

The attacks of the two sides stagnated, Zhao Shouyi waved his arms, and the buzzing sound of flying swords behind him was loud. After a burst of explosions, they no longer intertwined, but flew away together like a rain of arrows.

The giant staggered from the attack that looked like the sword of punishment.

The first round hadn't slowed down yet, and the second round came again. In this round, the two elders of Wushuang City didn't even have time to react. The flying sword came again, and they only had time to raise their arms to block in a hurry.

One round, two rounds, three rounds. Five rounds.

The speed of the flying swords was much faster than the rain of arrows. After a wave, except for those blocked by the giant, the remaining flying swords shot into the city wall and the ground, and only the hilts remained.

It is not difficult to imagine the power of these flying swords that are flying away in a hurry.

Under the blessing of Zhao Shouyi's sword intent, the sword's edge had reached a level that made people terrified. The arms of the giant summoned by the two old men were directly crushed in the second round of sword rain.

The third round broke through the giant's body, the fourth round smashed the giant itself, and the fifth round went down, even the walls of Wushuang City were broken.

Compared with the Wuliang Sword Formation, this round of attacks has entities, so the destructive power is extremely terrifying.

At the corner of the wall, two old men with white beard and hair leaned together and passed away with their eyes closed.

Zhao Shouyi stood in midair, speechless for a long time.

According to Taoism, seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence is compassion. Now that these two people have blocked their second sword for the sake of the city behind them, it can be regarded as another form of relief.

After a while, Song Yan looked back at the two elders in the corner, clenched her fists tightly.

But instead of yelling, he remained silent.

The current crisis in Wushuang City has not yet passed, and as the lord of the city, he still has his own responsibilities.

"Is there still a sword?"

"Little Taoist"

Yin Luoxia also rushed back at this time, seeing Song Yanhui's expression of generously going to die, she subconsciously shouted.

Zhao Shouyi stood in mid-air and looked down towards Wushuang City again.

The damage caused by the confrontation just now was not small, about a quarter of the size, and was affected. Although not many people died, many houses collapsed.

"Ome!"

Zhao Shouyi called again.

The Qingxuan relic, Qingmei Xiaojian returned to his hand again.

Looking at this majestic city, he raised his sword, his eyes flashed with a mysterious aura, the sky suddenly changed, and the sky above Wushuang City began to be overcast and thunderous.

It was as if the city was angry.

Zhao Shouyi sighed.

"Three swords return cause and effect, I will not deceive you with this sword, I will cut you unparalleled and [-]% luck!"

(End of this chapter)