Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 36 Immortal

"Rolling Stones!"

The sword body tightened, and the iron-grinding strength moved accordingly. It thrust downwards with great force. The heavy sword was as fast as lightning, tearing the air in an instant. When the spirit and will were condensed, it was like a rolling stone falling from the sky. The rolling stone fell more and more. The faster it goes, the bigger it falls, and finally the mountains collapse and cover the sky.

The young man seemed to have never seen such pure spiritual will.

Turn things into gods!

This is how Yun developed the true will of martial arts!

The young man's face was slightly distorted and filled with murderous intent.

"Those who gather their will will be killed!"

clang! !

The loud noise that shook all directions suddenly rang out, and even a circle of ripples appeared vaguely in the air, spreading in all directions, lifting up layers of soil and rolling back.

"Cool!"

Wen Lianggong couldn't help but roar. The power contained in Li Jianxin's body was simply terrifying to him now. A casual blow could crack mountains and crack rocks.

And the speed is so fast that it is shocking, running like a fierce horse, and the power of punching through gold and stone is even underestimated.

Looking at the thin layer of golden clothing that was attached to the young man's body, Wen Lianggong's sword fell on it. The terrifying force split the opponent's golden clothing into countless dense cracks. It seemed that if more force was applied, it would be completely shattered.

The young man's body froze for just a moment. If the force of the mountain collapse was hit hard by this sword, the young man was caught off guard and flew out like a unloaded cannonball, slamming into the ruins not far away. The huge force even The young man skidded for a distance before stopping and was buried by the hill-like ruins.

"This power..."

Wen Lianggong felt the surging power coming from this body. Li Jianxin's physical fitness was at least ten times better than his. Coupled with the iron-grinding strength in his body, he could not even dare to explode instantly through improper swordsmanship. believe.

Physical fitness ten times higher than that of ordinary people.

Wen Lianggong shook his hand slightly, and the air was squeezed out with an explosion.

While he was shocked by Li Jianxin's exaggerated physical fitness, the golden clothes that appeared on the young man who seemed to be cultivating immortals made his heart even hotter.

This place has a real road to heaven!

So what about Tie Shuxin, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect? As the leader of the sect and the strongest person in the Iron Sword Sect, what is his physical condition like?

Can this boy be easily killed?

Whoa! !

The boy flew out of the rubble.

"you wanna die!"

The murderous tone made Wen Lianggong feel slightly in his heart. He was still too young, and he always liked to call him out like this.

He said nothing, and while adapting to Li Jianxin's physical fitness, he was also trying his best to figure out the energy in his body, sharpening the iron energy. He did not hesitate, and stepped forward without fear, facing the flying sword that was coming. Wen Lianggong used the third form of Buzhou Sword Technique.

The setting sun!

The next moment, the sword was already ready to go and the sword pointed with it, like the reflection of the scorching sun with residual blood, reflecting the sudden rise of a sudden mountain peak, and the heavy sword was as fast and fierce as if it was falling from the sky.

Seeing this, the flying sword turned into a stream of light. The sword finger in the young man's hand moved slightly. The flying sword suddenly paused, spun in mid-air, circled around, and cut towards Wen Lianggong's neck.

The sharp sword energy brought by the flying sword made his face tighten and goosebumps could not stop appearing on his neck.

However, the heavy sword struck from Wen Lianggong's hand suddenly changed its position as it fell.

clang! !

The force like a mountain falling, accompanied by Li Jianxin's unyielding will, the trajectory of the force moved at will, striking heavily on the body of the flying sword.

The huge force caused the flying sword to burst into countless cracks visible to the naked eye. It seemed that it would break apart in the next second. The flying sword was directly knocked out and hit a wall hard, sinking deeply into it. Feijian suffered heavy damage, and the young man seemed to be connected to his mind. He groaned in his mouth, his face was like gold paper, and he took a few steps back, barely holding on to a broken wall on the side before he stood up.

"Some moves are popular all over the world, and some moves have no effect on a swordsman."

As soon as he spoke, a gentle and respectful man appeared in front of the young man in the blink of an eye, like a ghost.

What came at the same time was the heavy sword in his hand.

This long sword, which weighs at least a hundred kilograms, is as light as nothing in Wen Lianggong's hand, like holding a floating hair. The iron-grinding force turns with it, tearing the air. The powerful speed and power, coupled with the poor swordsmanship, Under the special force-generating technique, the sword blade faintly penetrated the air, bringing up turbid white air waves.

Ding!

As clear as the sound of jade beads falling to the ground, the young man's golden light that was full of cracks suddenly shattered at this moment.

Seeing that the long sword was coming with more force, the young man's eyes were about to burst and he roared.

"You can't kill me, I am the true successor of the Changsheng Sect..."

A head flew high into the sky, and the words stopped abruptly.

The heavy sword was slightly swung, and the blood on the sword fell away, revealing the smooth and new sword body again.

"I have killed."

Before Wen Lianggong's lonely snow-like posture was completed, a golden stream of light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and then an angry voice sounded like muffled thunder, making the air seem to freeze.

"you wanna die!"

Wen Lianggong looked back, only to see a long sword piercing the air, turning into an afterimage in his sight at a speed far exceeding the young man's previous sword control, and arriving in the blink of an eye.

That sword almost brought the whole force of heaven and earth with it, and before the sword came, the force had already taken away the people.

Suddenly, the scene cleared up. Wen Lianggong, who had withdrawn from his memory, was a little regretful that there had been no response for a long time. Li Jianxin's physical fitness was too exaggerated, and his will was as condensed as steel.

But facing a young man, he was still a little tired of dealing with it. It seemed that when fighting this young man, he had already lost most of his energy before and was in such a mess.

In this incomplete memory, the battle with the boy was just incidental. What really made this memory fragment stay was the sword.

That sword broke down the psychological defense of Li Jianxin, a self-proclaimed swordsman. He had never seen such an amazing sword in the world.

There really are immortal cultivators in this world!

Longevity sect...

Wen Lianggong, whose heart was surging, stood up and looked into the depths of the inner courtyard. If the body now was that of Li Jianxin, then what exactly happened during those years? The place where the battle took place was obviously in ruins, but now it is completely different. It survived intact.

What happened in the middle.

Could it be that Li Jianxin really became a sword slave?

With doubts, Wen Lianggong did not continue to go deep into the inner courtyard, but chose to explore the surrounding area.

Li Jianxin is already regarded as the high-end combat power of the Iron Sword Sect and a proper mainstay. Is it because his martial arts status is too low, or is the practitioner too evil?

"Mortal..."

Wen Lianggong chewed, feeling vaguely in his heart that in that unknown era,

Fairy, overlooking everything.

What surprised him was that except for Li Jianxin, there was nothing around him. What was left was just tables, chairs and furniture that were so decayed that they turned into rubbish at the slightest touch.

In the courtyard in the center, Wen Lianggong wisely did not open the door and go in.

The black water collapsed from the void, and the center point was this house.

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