The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 189 The Terrible Seal of Immortality (Second update! Please subscribe!)
As soon as such an idea arose, it was immediately rejected.

Even ordinary masters would not dare to take this sword, let alone Ji Chuan, who is a little innate.

Thinking of this, Qin Qing once again activated his sword intent, his body was like a swimming dragon, and his graceful body swept towards Ji Chuan, and he slashed at the waist with the unparalleled sharpness of the sword.

Ji Chuan didn't pay any attention to it, his dantian zhenqi swarmed out to envelop his whole body, the cold moon sword seemed to have hit a piece of soft steamed bun, and immediately sank into it, all the strength was completely released.

At this time, Qin Qing finally understood that everything was done by Ji Chuan, and he didn't know what kind of kung fu he was practicing.

However, at this moment, it was already too late, and it was too late to say that it was too late, and Tian Mo's hand shot 72 in an instant, and a palm hit Qin Qing's chest head-on.

Unlike just now, Ji Chuan didn't hold back this palm.

As expected, Qin Qing flew upside down, spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and forcefully lifted most of the roof of the inn.

At this time, no one paid any attention to this.

This kind of movement has already attracted the attention of many people in the Jianghu. They all stared at it and sighed in admiration.

"Brother Ji is so strong, even master masters can't do anything to him, and he was beaten so helplessly."

Ye Qingming's eyes widened. He had always known that Ji Chuan was very strong, but he never thought that he was so strong. Compared with him, he was two dimensions away.

Also in the Xiantian realm, he wondered if he could survive Ji Chuan's move.

Qin Qing was severely injured, and slowly circulated his true energy on his chest. At this time, a dark palm print gradually emerged on Xuebai's chest, surrounded by demonic energy.

Temporarily stabilizing the injury, Qin Qing raised his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "What kind of skill is this? It can take all the strength out of my body."

Although he still had the same frosty appearance for thousands of years, it was still difficult to hide the surprised tone in it.

Even her cold temper, she couldn't avoid asking about it in the end.

Ji Chuan sneered, and said lightly: "Could it be that Fairy Qin is so naive, we are enemies now, why did I blow up my weakness, does it make it easier for you to kill me?"

'Ji Chuan' was still talking, and his hands kept making seals.

This is the second form of the seal of immortality, life and death do not destroy the liver and intestines!

He kept watching the seal of 'Ji Chuan', and suddenly, there was a strange feeling behind him, and Qin Qing suddenly turned around, only to find that Ji Chuan was already standing behind him with a sly smile on his face.

Qin Qing pursed his lips tightly, his face was cold and stubborn, and he responded hastily.

The result can be imagined, it was obviously too late to raise the sword, and hastily summoned the master-level zhenqi, facing Ji Chuan's palm.

The reappearance of this muddy feeling was like a nightmare, making Qin Qing extremely depressed.

There is no way!

Qin Qing didn't know how many times this kind of unloading force could be used, and he felt that the palm hit Ji Chuan's body, limp and powerless.

A huge body of force poured on Qin Qing's body, unreasonable and unforgiving, the phantom demon's body was as fast as a ghost, and once again bullied him.

A series of palm prints as black as ink were condensed, and they continued to attack Qin Qing, and the offensive did not weaken at all, forcing Qin Qing to hold up his sword to resist hastily.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The entire roof of the inn was almost smashed by palm prints of true qi and sword qi, and shattered tiles splashed everywhere.

"Zheng!!!"

A melodious sword cry resounded endlessly throughout Ningzhou City, and the surrounding sword warriors faintly felt the sword shaking slightly in their hands.

"What a strong sword intent!"

The person who knew the goods immediately looked solemn, looking at the woman in white plain clothes on the roof above, who could actually arouse the resonance of the sword.

"Oh? Sword Code." Ji Chuan lowered his eyes slightly and murmured, "Then let's see whether the Immortal Seal is better or the Sword Code."

Ji Chuan jumped up and stepped back a certain distance, giving Qin Qing a chance to breathe.

Afterwards, Ji Chuan's fingers were seen flying, quickly forming seals.

There are seven seals of Immortality, namely, Yinfeng sends one's life at a funeral, life and death do not destroy the liver and intestines, judgment of yin and yang in the hall of Yama, forgetting the past life on the bridge of Naihe, turning back with hatred in front of the gate of the underworld, entering the underworld with death as one's home, and falling into reincarnation without ever ending.

Therefore, there are seven different seals in the Immortal Seal. Outsiders just look at it with the naked eye, and it seems that every time Ji Chuan seals it, it seems to be the same.

In fact, it is not. Every printing method is different, and every style has subtle differences.

"Sword Qi is a long river!"

Suddenly, the sound of the sword roared violently, resounding throughout Ningzhou City, the sword intent crossed the sky and the earth, like a surging Yangtze River, instantly transformed into a giant dragon, biting towards Ji Chuan.

Qin Qing had no choice but to use Ji Chuan's weird body skills and his unrelenting exercises all the time.

She knew that it was impossible to kill Ji Chuan today.

The only thought is to go back and learn all the Emei Sword Classics, and then kill this person, but she only learned the first style of Sword Qi Changhe.

She only knows this style, a desperate fight.

"Uncle Fan..."

Not far from Ji Chuan, Wu Zhen was startled by the sound of the sword, and quickly looked at Fan with a look of surprise on his face.

Such a pure sword intent is simply terrifying, if he is exposed to this fierce and unparalleled sword intent, he will definitely not have the slightest desire to resist.

"This is Emei's heaven-level skill, the Sword Code!" Liao Fan said solemnly, frowning tightly.

Wuzhen was ignorant and ignorant, but Liaofan was not. He was fortunate to have seen the power of the Emei School's sword canon, just like that.

It's just that this sword intent is still very immature, and the power of the sword scriptures has not even exerted one percent of its power.

"Emei, Sword Code!" Wu Zhen murmured thoughtfully.

Afterwards, Wu Zhen suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "No, Fairy Qin is in the city, it can't be her.

Jin Yiwei's Ningzhou Governor Yang Ting is here, how can Fairy Qin use the sword art so recklessly. "

"Go! Let Qin Qing leave the city as soon as possible!"

After Liaofan heard the words, he pulled Wuzhen up and disappeared in an instant, and at the same time a ray of voice entered Wuzhen's ears.

Yang Ting, who was sitting in the six-door lobby, was naturally aware of such a big movement, and a sneer could not help but be drawn on the corner of his mouth.

……

now!

Qin Qing raised his sword, and the sword energy swarmed towards him, as if the surging Yangtze River was constantly attacking and biting Ji Chuan.

This unparalleled sword energy poured on Ji Chuan's body, and the seal of immortality was cast.

The wisps of sword energy were either removed, or absorbed and dissolved by Ji Chuan's palm, and transformed into true energy in the body, constantly filling the dantian.

Ji Chuan finally showed joy on his face, this seal of immortality is indeed terrifying.

Not only can it confuse the enemy and detect the enemy by pulling the air machine.

It can also use force to unload force like the method of moving.

You can even arbitrarily transform the true qi from other people's attacks, transform it into the qi in your own body, restore the true qi in your body, and let the true qi in your body be in a state of endless vitality and never exhaustion.

Qin Qing performed the sword art "Jian Qi Changhe" this time much better than last time, just leaning on the sword and panting, his chest heaving and falling.

At this time, a pair of eyes like autumn water suddenly shrank, and he frowned as he watched Ji Chuan continuously dissipate the surging sword energy like the Yangtze River.

Moreover, Ji Chuan's face was not at all fatigued, and even his pale face, which had been overworked, gradually became rosy.

(End of this chapter)