Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 58 A mountain

Flying swords are not meant for head-to-head encounters. Being blown away by such a huge force is just what it should be. If it cannot be blown away, there is really no point in explaining it.

Seeing his flying sword being knocked away by Wen Lianggong, the old man who had retreated hundreds of meters away had a strange look on his face. He did not feel angry at all because his flying sword was knocked away and his spirituality was greatly lost. Instead, there was a slightly... It was mixed with absent-minded emotions, and it was quite complicated anyway. Wen Lianggong couldn't understand it for a while.

Although the old man's voice was not loud, it easily reached Wen Lianggong's ears.

"Sword, is this how you use it? I think a knife is more suitable for you."

Actually I think so too.

Although he secretly complained about why Iron Sword Sect used swords instead of knives, Wen Lianggong did not show any signs of it. He just grinned. Instead of smiling, he showed indifference.

"You know nothing!"

He responded coldly, but before he could finish his words, Wen Lianggong burst out with all his speed, and the person had already appeared in mid-air.

The old man seemed to have expected it, and he quickly rose into the air with a trace of sarcasm on his face. He was obviously mocking a martial artist, and Feitian was even dreaming.

None of the four exercises have been perfected. I can't control the air or ride on the wind. It's really ridiculous to try to catch up with him in the air.

"You haven't even reached perfection in Qi training. You want to walk on the wind, what's wrong?"

Following the old man's surprised voice, Wen Lianggong stepped out heavily with his front foot, and the air seemed to turn into a thick swamp under the explosion of unimaginable power and speed.

Ripples in the air visible to the naked eye swayed out of thin air from under his feet, like water splashing on the surface of a lake, and a circle of beautiful ripples slowly spread out.

And he stepped on it out of thin air, using the force like a spring to contract to the extreme, and then suddenly opened it, and the person was flying like a cannonball, and it came in an instant, catching the old man off guard.

Wen Lianggong raised Long Yuan in his hand, and the iron-grinding energy surged into it. A faint layer of black iron-colored sword steel appeared on the edge of the sword, as if it was cleaving waves, and the air was cut into turbid white air waves.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly swayed with the ripples in the air visible to the naked eye, resounding throughout the entire mountain gate.

Seeing the layer of golden light covering the old man's body, like a layer of golden fairy clothes, Wen Lianggong did not flinch at all. As his body twisted, Long Yuan's sword was raised again and fell heavily.

With a snap of his fingers, he slashed out more than a dozen swords.

The old man didn't have the slightest intention to dodge, and let Wen Lianggong raise his sword to strike, and said lightly: "My golden-luo fairy clothes can be ranked high even in the immortal sect. With your strength, I think To defeat it is just a fool’s errand.”

Hearing the old man's ridicule, Wen Lianggong felt a surge of rage in his heart for no reason. In other words, this rage arose from the depths of Tieshu's heart.

"Chengshan!"

Low words came out of Wen Lianggong's mouth.

The iron-grinding strength in the body suddenly reached its peak at this moment, and a strange phenomenon of qi-blood smoke appeared above the head as the qi and blood agitated. A clanging collision could be faintly heard in the movement of the body.

In the eyes of the old man, Wen Lianggong, who was standing in front of him, had disappeared at this moment. Instead, there was a giant sacred mountain rising from the earth, standing in front of him.

Towering and majestic, I don’t know how high it is, and I don’t know how big it is.

Wen Lianggong's qi and blood surged all over his body, and there was a sound of violent blood flow in his body like the rising tide of a river. His whole body, after using the seventh sword of Bu Zhou, glowed with an astonishing majestic momentum, which made people feel like they were seeing a sacred mountain. To Juyue.

The illusion that he had become an ant couldn't help but emerge from the bottom of his heart. The old man was frightened and angry, and it was completely a shame to have such an illusion in his heart.

He really didn't expect that Tieshu Xinzhen would turn things into gods and form a real momentum. Although it had not yet condensed into substance, it had broken the shackles of martial arts.

"Martial arts will?! An ant dares to turn into a mountain and is seeking death!"

Clang!

A sword sound suddenly resounded through the sky, and a light green mist rose out of thin air behind the old man's head. The mist was extremely fast, and it condensed into a sword body in an instant.

boom!

The sky cracked, and the air exploded like thunder and spread out from around the sword body. As the green sword moved slowly and quickly, the air seemed to turn into water. As the sword moved, circles visible to the naked eye The air ripples spread from the tip of the sword and continued to expand, like a huge translucent drill, even bending the vegetation dozens of meters below and smoothing out a large area.

The sword energy was in and out, and there seemed to be countless small sword energy flowing around.

Wen Lianggong's eyes were fierce, and with a turn of the Longyuan Sword in his hand, the mountain suddenly changed, like a sacred mountain falling, Buzhou Mountain breaking its pillars, and the power that shook the world suddenly fell with the force of the formation.

The sword gang spreads and the sword light puffs out.

The two swords intersected in an instant, and the whole world seemed to lose its voice for a moment, and then the extremely majestic sound of gold and iron was heard.

The sword energy scattered in all directions rushed for tens of meters before slowly dissipating.

At the moment of the collision, Wen Lianggong felt all his muscles, bones and skin trembling.

Even if he poured all his iron-grinding energy into it without any reservation, he didn't care about his muscles, skin, blood vessels, and organs. He would crazily squeeze all his potential in order to exert more powerful power.

But under the old man's green long sword, the green sword light was fierce, crossing the long space, but it still couldn't stop the decline and fell below.

With just a snap of his fingers, a figure flew back like a cannonball, hitting the ground hard, breaking trees, kicking up dust, and extruding air waves that almost plowed the ground.

Earth and rocks splashed and smoke filled the sky. Wen Lianggong stood up again. As he stepped, his bones made a series of violent sounds like fried beans. His back was slightly bowed like a dragon. Dark red blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his eyes burned like torches.

The seventh form of Buzhou's sword technique had just been completed, which almost exhausted Wen Lianggong's energy, leaving only strands of iron-grinding strength in his body.

Even so, he still had a sharp gaze. When he saw the old man in the air, the dust was swirling, and the air flow was surging, he roared angrily, once again summoned up his remaining strength, and actually threw the Longyuan Sword directly.

The old man snorted coldly.

"Stubborn."

As the words fell, the cyan sword body suddenly fell down, and the Longyuan Sword that was thrown away by Wen Lianggong flew back in an instant and went straight towards his eyebrows.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

Wen Lianggong remained silent for a long time after withdrawing from the memory fragment. The wisp of green smoke rising from the back of the old man's head just now condensed into a green sword, which was far more powerful than he imagined.

Longevity sect...

Is it related to his initial view of immortality?

Furthermore, if the iron tree heart practices the Qi into a perfect and leak-free state, practicing the muscles, bones and skin externally, practicing the breath internally, and achieving perfection through the four practices, will there be any resistance?

Those who have perfected Qi training have long endurance and long breath. By regulating their breathing, their physical strength will be continuous, and they can even mobilize their whole body through breathing to generate a force of Qi out of thin air.

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