Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

The three people from Xuantie Sect looked coldly at Liu Haizhu who was surrounded and silent. The scars on his body were shocking, but Liu Haizhu still rushed left and right with a folding stool in his hand. He didn't even cry out in pain, let alone begging for mercy.

Liu Haizhu, whose throat was swollen from being whipped, wanted to feed the Xuantie Sect's horse with grass.

What a bunch of beasts.

Liu Haizhu gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and tore off the black iron debris attached to his forearm, with a piece of blood and flesh flying everywhere. He casually threw the folding stool in his hand, and a round shield appeared in his hand.

Got defense.

The Xuantie Sect's fighting methods are extremely restrained by Liu Haizhu. Even the effect of leaving energy debris after this attack gives Liu Haizhu a headache. Liu Haizhu's fighting style is very rough and straightforward. He is not afraid of you confronting him head-on. What he fears is this kind of joint kite-flying fighting style.

Liu Haizhu, holding a round shield, covered half of his body, and then rushed towards Xuan Yi. Xuan Yi did not retreat or dodge, but just stretched out his hand indifferently and shook it gently.

In an instant, the black iron cast by Xuan Er and Xuan San poured down from the side like mercury, perfectly bypassing the round shield in front of Liu Haizhu and directly wrapped around his ankle. Liu Haizhu seemed to have expected this, and the round shield in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the drooping sharp blade directly cut off the black iron. He endured the pain of the black iron remaining on his ankle piercing his skin and rushed to Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yi's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Liu Haizhu to be so decisive. If he was a step slower or Xuan Tie had left a little more, Liu Haizhu's future would be a problem.

Put your hands together with your fingers apart.

"Mystical arts and iron essences never deviate from their essence despite all the changes!"

Half a person's height of black iron wrapped around Xuan Yi like a storm, transforming into countless swords, spears, and halberds to slash at Liu Haizhu. At this moment, Xuan Yi's control over black iron has reached its peak, and even the black iron of his two fellow disciples has been mastered by him.

Xuan Yi originally did not want to use this move of mysterious iron against Liu Haizhu, as it would permanently consume a portion of the mysterious iron, and would also consume a large amount of immortal energy and spiritual qi.

But for some reason, although Liu Haizhu seemed to be on the verge of collapse, Xuanyi always had an uncomfortable feeling deep in his heart, as if Liu Haizhu was hiding something. Years of combat experience made Xuanyi not continue to fight a war of attrition, but directly use the decisive technique to win the game.

Thousands of blades gathered around him. At this moment, Xuan Yi was lifted up by the black iron like the king of weapons, suspended in the air and looking down at Liu Haizhu indifferently. At this moment, Liu Haizhu was constantly parrying various black iron weapons attacking from all directions. His figure was in a state of embarrassment, as if he would be cut into pieces by a thousand knives in the next second.

"This is a fucking tool!"

Suddenly, a ferocious smile appeared on Liu Haizhu's face and he shouted something incomprehensible.

Xuan Yi was stunned for a moment, and his heart was alarmed. But at this moment, Liu Haizhu didn't look like he could turn the tables, so he could only suppress his doubts and continue to control the mysterious art of iron to attack Liu Haizhu...

when!
A metallic vibration sound suddenly rang out, and blood oozed out of Liu Haizhu's palm after it was broken by the vibration. He raised his head and looked at Xuan Yi, whose eyes were full of fear, and the smile on his face became more arrogant. He slowly lowered his arm, and the black iron long sword in his hand struggled frantically, but he could not break free from Liu Haizhu's palm.

"Drafted."

Liu Haizhu sighed with relief. He held the black iron sword, his hands clenched until they turned white, and he was very strong. He raised his head, looked at Xuan Yi who was full of astonishment, and smiled brightly: "Pretend? Why don't you pretend anymore?"

The immortal energy in his body poured into the condensed black iron sword like a flood. The black iron that was originally controlled by Xuan Yi was instantly stretched and injected with an extremely domineering energy. Xuan Yi's expression changed drastically, and he tried to mobilize the black iron in shock, but the moment his immortal energy was transmitted to the black iron, it disappeared without a trace. "You are not pretending..."

Liu Haizhu shook his right hand, and the black iron sword was instantly reshaped into a spear by the temporary forging method. He weighed it and threw it casually, and the spear flew towards Xuan Yi in mid-air as if it had eyes.

The injured Xuan Er and Xuan San didn't know what happened. They only knew that the black iron they lent to their senior brother was suddenly out of control, and they were also fixed in place by the extremely overbearing immortal energy. Therefore, they could only watch the spear pierce through the senior brother's chest and make him fall to the ground.

"It is neither fish nor fowl to draw a cat after a tiger."

Liu Haizhu, who looked like a bloody man, staggered to the fallen Xuan Yi, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the black iron spear. He glanced at Xuan Er and Xuan San, whose eyes were full of hatred and sorrow, and grinned, revealing his neat white teeth, "You two are so anxious, your brother is not dead."

Xuan Yi was lying on the ground, the spear pierced through his chest three inches away, avoiding all vital points. In addition, Liu Haizhu threw some trauma powder when he pulled out the spear, so he was not seriously injured, but Liu Haizhu was more seriously injured.

But Xuan Yi will not attack again, because he has been defeated, and defeated completely.

"If you had continued to attack me with black iron, I might have really given up. But you insisted on imitating me and forged the black iron into a magical weapon, giving me a good spear."

Looking at the black spear in his hand, Liu Haizhu shook his head regretfully, threw it beside Xuanyi, and said, "The Heavenly Master has put talismans in your bodies. Shout for the Heavenly Master to save me. Go quickly, or others will take advantage of you."

Xuan Yi was startled when he heard this, but then his eyes were filled with admiration and gratitude. Black iron is extremely valuable. Although the raw materials themselves are not valuable, it takes a lot of blood and energy to refine it. If Xuan Yi loses too much at once, his realm will probably fall.

Xuan Yi did not hold back at all in the previous fight, and Liu Haizhu, who was almost covered in blood, was the best proof of this. But the spear did not penetrate his heart, but chose a position without any danger.

"Brother...I'm sorry."

Xuan Yi bowed his head from the bottom of his heart and said in a deep voice: "Real gentlemen, we accept our defeat sincerely."

"How many true gentlemen do I have left?"

Liu Haizhu was stunned, then grinned, "You guys are really blind."

"get out."

After the words fell, Liu Haizhu staggered away from here and greeted Zhou Li and the others not far away. Xuan Yi looked at Liu Haizhu's receding back, sighed deeply, collapsed on the ground with his face up, and smiled bitterly.

Master, you lost to Liu Kuang.

I lost to his apprentice.

It's not unfair... (End of this chapter)