Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 193 One after another, a vision from the sky

On the banks of the Guangling River, a man in coir raincoat was sitting by the river, his bamboo hat was pressed down so low that he couldn't see his face clearly.

There were not many waves on the river, and the wind blew the water, causing ripples. He held a bamboo pole with a hint of green in his hand, and a thin rope was tied to the front end. It seemed that this person was fishing.

But what was interesting was that the other end of the fishing line was not tied and was empty.

But the strange thing is that the fishing line was not blown by the wind, but stuck straight into the water, motionless.

It is said that "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait." But he also used a hook, although it is a straight hook.

But this one has no fishing line but no hook. He looks stable and stable, showing his demeanor like a master.

Beside him was a small fish basket, and there was a slight sound of water splashing in it from time to time. It seemed that he had a good harvest today.

Suddenly, the person seemed to have sensed something, and the hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly. Then, on the river surface, there was a wave of waves where the fishing line entered the water. The person sighed softly when he saw this scene.

"Pity!!"

Then he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

After about two more breaths, twelve streams of light pierced the sky, heading from east to west.

"This is."

He squinted his eyes, and immediately took a deep breath, someone is flying a sword for thousands of miles.

"The means of the sword fairy!! No, it is a strong person above the Immortal Ascension Boundary, otherwise it is impossible to control the sword thousands of miles away!!"

It was just that there was another stream of light shooting up into the sky from Guangling City, and at the same time, there was a sound like rolling thunder at the same time.

"Boy, breaking the rules one after another, do you think you are the only fugue in this world?"

The man in coir raincoat's face changed suddenly, because the person who shot was not far away in Guangling City, the extremely oppressive atmosphere made his hairs stand on end even if they were far away.

"God wandering."

His voice trembled a little, maybe he didn't expect to meet such a strong man here.

It's just that the next moment, the streamer that soared into the sky was cut off by another streamer, missing the slightest bit, and finally did not touch the 12 flying swords.

"who is it!!"

This time, it was no longer Liu Guang, but a figure, stepping out of the air.

This person was dressed in a red robe, and it seemed that he had a temper. At this moment, the figure's beard and hair were stretched, fluttering in the wind, and his leopard eyes were wide open.

Obviously, this person did not have a good temper, and at this moment he was already furious, burning with anger.

"Ah~~"

Not long after, a somewhat lazy voice came from nine days away.

"Fire Dragon, that's children fighting, and the combined age of the two of them is not as good as yours!"

Hearing this voice, the man named Huolong clenched his fists, but he didn't make another move, but cursed at the top of his voice.

"Shit, don't think that I don't know who those two people are. If it wasn't for Mount Qingcheng, I'd take my head off and use it as a urinal for you!!"

Hearing this, there was a sigh from Nine Heavens.

"Shall we try?"

"roll!"

Just as the Guangling Immortal scolded the street, twelve flying swords pierced through the land of Sichuan and Shu.

Like a meteor falling to the ground, there was a sudden wave of waves.

The patriarch of the Tang Sect who was fighting Zhao Yuzhen had just sent out a powerful blow that forced Zhao Yuzhen back a hundred feet, but unexpectedly, another twelve flying swords came through the sky.

Different from the previous one, these twelve flying swords were aimed directly at him, and the sword intent on the simple and simple swords was terribly condensed, as if the person who drew the sword was right in front of his eyes.

Before he could move, the twelve flying swords flashed and surrounded him like a sword wheel.

Just when he was doubtful, suddenly his pupils shrank involuntarily.

A shadow of a person stepped out from the nothingness. He had never seen such a mysterious and mysterious method even after living for hundreds of years. It should be said that he had never heard of it.

I saw that figure seemed real, but it gave people an extremely awkward feeling.

"Who are you?"

The red-robed old man asked in a deep voice with a gloomy expression.

"It's easy to say, I am the master of this incident!"

The red-robed old man was taken aback for a moment, my lord?Isn't that Zhao Yuzhen's disciple Zhao Shouyi?

"Qingcheng Mountain Zhao Shouyi?"

The old man's eyes flickered twice, and he already had a guess in his heart.

"Ok!"

Zhao Shouyi nodded lightly, but there was no fluctuation on his face, and he didn't even roll his eyes.

Very calm, no, it should be said that it is not as cold as a normal person should be. To put it in an inappropriate way, the figure that appeared at the moment is more like a machine.

This is the root cause of the awkwardness.

Glancing at the 12 floating swords around him, but with excellent spirituality, the red-robed old man frowned.

"What do you mean by that?"

I only heard Zhao Shouyi say: "I am not talented in the small way, I would like to invite the old man to ascend to the sky!"

As soon as these words came out, the world was silent.

The ascension to heaven here is not the immortality of flying immortals as the Taoist ancestral family said, becoming the immortals of the happy world, but the withered bones and yellow springs, where the body dies and the dao disappears.

The old man almost laughed out of anger.

Now he can be regarded as seeing Zhao Shouyi's tricks at this time, so he sarcastically said: "Boy, are you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue? Even if you come here in person, it is hard to say whether you will win or lose against this old man, let alone Still a clone!"

Zhao Shouyi's expression was as calm as water, and he was still not moved at all.

"Try it and you'll know!"

As soon as Zhao Shouyi's words fell, the twelve flying swords from the Wushuang sword box suddenly began to tremble crazily.

The flowing light started from the tip of the sword, went to the sword body, and finally reached the hilt. When the whole body of the sword showed radiance, 12 beams of light suddenly appeared in the midair.

The sword energy pierced the sky, and a big hole was opened in the sky, as if the gate of heaven had been opened.

In the sky above Guangling City, the old man who was still chattering seemed to sense something, and his face suddenly changed.

"Li Qingxuan, this motherfucker is a younger generation?? Are all of you monks so shameless??"

This time, the voice from nine days away also seemed to hesitate a bit, as if he didn't expect things to develop to this point.

On a lone boat in the East China Sea, there was a man holding a blue gourd the size of a palm, frowning slightly, looking westward.

He pulled out the mouth of the gourd, took a small sip, and then said to himself in some surprise: "This little guy is amazing! I thought it was just an ordinary fugue, but I didn't expect to practice Taoism, damn it, Could it be an old guy who was reincarnated to Mount Qingcheng?"

"If you put it that way, even if I didn't do anything just now, the old boy Huolong probably won't get any benefits!"

"No, it happened!!"

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and just about to strike again, he heard a sad sound from heaven and earth. There was a vision from heaven and earth rising from the land of Sichuan and Shu, and the world was in an uproar. It's strange to feel a sudden chill in my heart.

In ancient times, there was a fairy who traveled thousands of miles with a sword to punish enemies and traveled to the East China Sea, which once became a good story.

Today, a Taoist priest in Qingcheng used 12 flying swords to kill his spirit.

(End of this chapter)