From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

In the mansion of Niping Lane, the atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.

Du Mao thought for a moment and said, "Zhou Shenzhi, the black-clothed girl next to you has a sword on her body, the Immortal Sword Tianzhen. I don't need to talk nonsense about what this means. I am not a sword cultivator, and even if I get it, I can't make the Immortal Sword recognize its master. But you are different. Let's work together to get the sword, and afterwards you have to become the chief worshiper of Tongye Sect."

Zhen Mei chuckled and said, "Du Mao, this is not what we agreed on."

Du Mao said coldly: "The Immortal Sword Tianzhen has fallen into Zhou Shenzhi's hands. You should discuss it with him yourself. To be honest, I don't think you can find a way to enlightenment by using the art of seduction. Of course, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words."

Du Mao turned to look at the boy and girl, "Take this kid's life in exchange for the Immortal Sword Tian Zhen, or I will kill him."

Chen Ping'an stared at the old man in front of him, as if his already difficult life had become even worse since Taoist Lu sent Miss Ning here. Liu Xianyang had taken care of him and he couldn't bear to watch him die. But he had no idea what the Xianjian Tianzhen was.

Ning Yao was silent, a golden light flashed between her brows, as if she had opened her third eye, and she reached out her hand to wipe it.

The whole town seemed to tremble.

Zhou Shenzhi stood there with a gloomy look. For a cultivator practicing Taoism, the word "fight" is extremely important. He originally came for the sword holder, but after going to the stone bridge, he realized that it was not something he could covet. Now that the immortal sword is before his eyes, it may bring great benefits to his own Dao.

Golden blood was flowing between Ning Yao's eyebrows, and Chen Ping'an's nails had already pierced into his palms. Suddenly, the earth rolled over, and the word "Quiet" floating above the town was completely shattered.

A whirlpool emerged, and the old man walked out of it. His majestic aura swept in all directions. He raised his hand and knocked down Ning Yao's palm, laughing and saying, "You are bullying the weak with your big ones. Are the Confucian saints here blind?"

Qi Jingchun showed up and said nothing. According to the rules, even if Liu Xianyang was dying, as long as he was not dead, he would not take action openly. The town was about to be broken up and could not withstand any turmoil. The mountain-moving ape from Zhengyang Mountain had been provoking him again and again in the past few days. If it were sixty years ago, he would have suppressed it with a kick.

The old blind man snorted coldly, and a strong wind blew up, making everyone's clothes rustle.

Qi Jingchun's face changed drastically.

I saw a towering figure rising from the ground, his Dharma image kept rising, and gradually he had a real skeleton and flesh and blood. Ten thousand years ago, when the human race ascended to heaven, the old blind man opened a single path. His Dharma image was a million feet high, not inferior to the Saint of Etiquette. Now it only reached the sky, and he was undoubtedly holding back a lot.

"Senior, calm down!"

The old blind man sneered: "Why are you angry? I am just stretching my muscles and climbing up to the sky again."

After saying this, Fashang stepped down.

Qi Jingchun didn't care about the damage to his natal character and displayed a Dharma image of the same height. The two collided, causing the clouds in the northern part of the entire Aquarius Continent to completely collapse.

On the street of the small town, the middle-aged man carrying a wooden broom on his shoulder smiled. Once they started fighting, the intensity would be beyond their control. He swung his sword with all his might, and the candied haws turned into blood-red gems and flew out. The Lizhu Cave Heaven, which was already covered with cracks, was completely shattered.

Above the sky, calamity clouds gathered.

Qi Jingchun stretched out his hand to protect the town, but the old blind man punched him hard in the face, almost shattering it.

At this moment, a big sun rose from the small town in his palm, and Qingtong Tianjun appeared.

Old Man Yang said indifferently: "Give me some face and stop it."

The old blind man sneered: "You have no dignity at all. I should have buried you with me. The world is not your paradise."

The old blind landlord showed no fear and fought two enemies alone.

On the sky, thousands of feet of lightning fell from the sky, and all the lightning connected together. The chaotic air was misty, the light was dazzling, and endless lightning gathered together and pressed down, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

"I, Qi Jingchun, will shoulder all the three thousand years of Heaven's counterattack that has accumulated in this small town."

Qi Jingchun did not retreat a single step, allowing the sea of ​​thunder to fall on him. His two flying swords soared into the sky, and he took the opportunity to sharpen their blades, thus taking on half of the cause and effect in disguise.

A hint of hesitation appeared on the old blind man's face. He came here just to vent Ning's anger and was also dissatisfied with the rules of Lizhu Cave Heaven, but he didn't want to end the life of a young generation.

Old Man Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. According to the current situation, Qi Jingchun and the town might be able to survive. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

A fairy sword cut through the sky, piercing through the sky of two worlds in succession, and directly smashed Qi Jingchun's chest.

The Taoist Gao came across the world holding the White Jade Capital in his hand and wearing a feather robe. His Taoism was so profound that he unleashed thunder that was even more spectacular than the sea of ​​thunder from the heavenly tribulation before. Qi Jingchun immediately started bleeding from all seven of his orifices.

Yu Dou looked solemn and shouted, "Prepare to die."

The immortal sword slashed again, and the Dharma image was split into two.

From the distant horizon, rolling sword energy was approaching.

The middle-aged man Zou Zi chuckled. The swordsmanship of Pei Min and those around him was the best in the world and could not be regarded as the strength of ordinary sword cultivators in the Ascension Realm.

The direct disciples of Wensheng's lineage drew their swords left and right, and the sword energy was like the sea, whistling forward.

But Dao Lao Er is now in the pseudo fifteenth realm. He slashed with the immortal sword in his hand, immediately destroying the sea of ​​swords and rushing towards the deadly target.

Qi Jingchun fought back with all his strength for the first time. His natal character "Spring" transformed into a chilly spring breeze. Buddhists have the heart of a bodhisattva, but also the angry eyes of a vajra. The spring breeze is warm, but can also be chilling and deadly.

The old blind man took Ning Yao away and returned to the Shiwanda Mountains. He chose not to help either side.

On the stone bridge in the town, Chen Pingan walked a few steps away and a tall woman appeared in front of him.

"Qi Jingchun asked me to give it a try, what do you think?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help but call out "Sister Fairy", but the chaos in the sky was still terrifying. Facing Yu Dou, the saint in charge had no room to remain calm.

The sword holder smiled and said, "Whether you want to help Qi Jingchun or not, Xiao Ping'an has the final say on this matter."

Chen Pingan asked: "Will Mr. Qi die?"

The sword holder nodded, "If I don't care, you will die. That Taoist is indeed worth seeing, and he also has the help of three thousand years of karma in disguise, but if you choose to use the sword, the price will be high."

Chen Pingan clenched his fists, thinking of the gentle Mr. Qi, and made a prompt decision: "Senior, what should I do?"

The tall woman took his hand and replied, "Just leave it to me."

A few seconds later, a rusty old sword pierced Yu Dou's heart. The injury was not fatal, but the Taoist's bones and blood made the old sword regain much of its former sharpness.

Yu Dou's expression changed for the first time.

At the same time, a sigh sounded between heaven and earth.

A young Taoist wearing a lotus hat stood side by side with his senior brother.

Lu Chen looked around and saw his second senior brother, Qi Jingchun, old man Yang, the sword-bearer, himself, and Zou Zi who was secretly plotting. This battle between giants was probably unprecedented in ten thousand years.

"Qi Jingchun must be killed." Yu Dou said resolutely.

Lu Chen was helpless, "Brother, that Zou Zi has bad intentions."

"So what? All your plots will be crushed with one sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Dou rushed towards Qi Jingchun with a sword. For the sake of his senior brother, he would do anything.

(End of this chapter)