Comprehensive martial arts: A poor Taoist wine swordsman, his sword suppresses Emperor Wu's cit

Ding Chunqiu had been practicing for decades, but he could only point to the peak of the profound realm. As a result, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old could also point to the profound realm.

Surprised to be surprised.

Ding Chunqiu did not dare to take it lightly and reacted quickly.

The true energy in the body overflows, the clothes and robes are not stirred by the wind, and the beard and hair are flying.

boom!

Ding Chunqiu pushed out two palms, and a surge of energy surged out, sweeping over like an overwhelming mountain.

"The Great Law of Transformation!"

A dozen twisted skeletons appeared in the vicious palm wind, roaring like ghosts and wolves.

Many people in the place where the palm wind passed felt like the world was spinning, the scenery in front of them was blurred, their whole bodies were soft and tender, and they couldn't exert any strength.

Countless demons and monsters worm their way into my mind, trying to suck the brain dry.

boom!

The eight streams of light collided with the strange palm wind, creating a powerful wave of energy that spread in all directions.

Wushuang's expression changed, and he felt the eight flying swords seem to be piercing into the quagmire, and the true energy attached to the swords quickly melted away.

Just for a moment.

Nearly half of the true energy in the body has been lost.

"Back!"

Wushuang gave a light drink.

The eight flying swords were put into the sword box.

The look on his face was a little weird, obviously he didn't expect that Ding Chunqiu's power transformation method would be so weird.

"Hahahaha, you're a little too young to fight against me, little kid!" Ding Chunqiu said with a sarcastic smile, "My power transformation method is enough to restrain everything."

Xingxiu disciple Jian Ding Chunqiu had the upper hand, and everyone shouted excitedly as if they had been given blood.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, the Dharma Master of the Central Plains, has vast magical powers and boundless power!"

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who had been knocked away by Wushuang's punch also started to compliment him with great excitement: "Old Immortal Xingxiu, you are invincible in the world!"

"A mere little baby is nothing." Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan and said with a proud smile, "Even if he is a wine swordsman, I can make him come back without any return."

His words fell.

The expressions of everyone in the wine shop became weird.

The Xingxiu disciple hadn't noticed anything strange yet and was still complimenting:

"Of course, the Xingxu Old Immortal has vast magical powers and is invincible. How can the Wine Sword Immortal be the Old Immortal's opponent!"

Chapter 42: Ming Suzaku!Unsheath!Flames burn the sky!

"How can the Wine Sword Immortal be the match of the Old Immortal!"

This Xingxiu Sect disciple said with a flattering look on his face.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him with extremely strange eyes.

It seemed to be ridicule, pity, and a bit of teasing, and the Xingxiu Sect disciple suddenly felt guilty.

Ding Chunqiu was still completely selfless and said, "Under my power-transforming method, all wine-swordsmen and wine-dwellers will be frightened and kneel down to beg for mercy."

The entire wine shop fell silent for a moment.

No one made a sound.

Everyone looked at Ding Chunqiu silently, as if looking at a dying person.

"Is it?"

Su Li's voice sounded.

His voice was not loud, but it broke the silence.

He was already three points drunk, but his eyes were very bright, piercing Ding Chunqiu like a sword.

"Little Taoist priest, who are you?" Ding Chunqiu spoke solemnly.

The look in the young Taoist priest's eyes actually frightened him.

"Just now, you said that poor Taoists would be so frightened by the Huigong Dafa that they would kneel down and beg for mercy?" Su Li asked instead without answering.

"You are the Jiujianxian!" Ding Chunqiu's heart trembled.

However, when he saw Su Li's young age, he immediately felt contempt. He thought Su Li's cultivation was not much higher.

The rumors in the world must be based on rumors and exaggerated.

He still has all kinds of poisons in his body, and he can fight even in the celestial realm, why should he be afraid of a mere boy.

Ding Chunqiu thought like this, and with the Xingxiu disciples around him, he resumed his arrogant posture.

"Yes, it's exactly what I said!"

"Pindao also knows some divination skills, so I will give you a divination for free." Su Li drank wine and said slowly, "Within ten breaths, you will die in front of Pindao!"

"Hahaha, just you?!" Ding Chunqiu laughed suddenly, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Available in the next second.

The smile on his face suddenly solidified.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from Su Li's body, roaring in all directions like a roaring wave.

Su Li grabbed it casually, and ripples suddenly appeared in the void.

The Wushuang sword box detached from Wushuang's back and floated in the sky outside the wine shop. It trembled violently in the horrified eyes of everyone, and then slowly opened it.

"This..." Wushuang and Lu Yuzhai were stunned on the spot.

Murong Fu and others suddenly stood up, their eyes shining with incredible light.

They all know that except for the land gods, unless the Wushuang Sword Box automatically recognizes its owner, it is impossible to open it!

This means that the Wine Sword Immortal Su Li is indeed a land immortal.

"how can that be!"

Murong Fu's heart felt like it was overturning the river, setting off a stormy sea, and there was a bit of madness in his twinkling eyes.

How old is the Jiujianxian? How can he be among the land gods? This is simply impossible!

Martial arts are divided into seven realms: acquired, innate, vajra, zhixuan, celestial phenomena, land gods, and broken void!

From acquired to innate, it takes five or six years for ordinary people, and even more than ten years for those with dull talents.

To be able to do this within three years is considered an outstanding talent.

If you want to break through after being born, it will only take a lot more time!

Being able to become a master of Zhixuan in his 20s is already a rare talent, and being able to reach the realm of celestial phenomena is a peerless genius who dominates the world.

Even that old monster Wang only entered the Celestial Realm at the age of 30.

There has never been a person who can become a land immortal before the age of 30.

Su Li is no more than a teenager, no more than 20 years old, but he is already a land god. Such a terrifying talent belongs to a monster and is beyond the reach of human beings!

Although Murong Fu no longer believed it, the facts were before his eyes.

"cousin!"

"Son!"

Wang Yuyan and Bao Bubu, as well as the four ministers, all became worried when they saw this.

"I'm fine!" Murong Fu waved his hands, but his expression was extremely ugly.

It didn't matter that he was squeezed out of the list of geniuses by Wu Hua and Wu Chen, but now he was hit again by Su Li, and his heart was full of frustration and shame.

"L-Land Immortal?!" Ding Chunqiu was stunned, and his heart was filled with fear!

He never dreamed that the rumors were true.

Ding Chunqiu was filled with regret before he begged for mercy.

hum!

The Wushuang sword box shook violently.

The square scabbard made of meteorite iron in the center of the sword box emits strong fluctuations of sword energy.

The sealed sword No. 13 seems to be about to come out of its sheath!

Wushuang's eyes widened and he stared at the Wushuang sword box. The others all held their breath and did not even dare to blink.

"Wow!"

A crisp phoenix cry resounded throughout the world.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a ball of red light and shadow rose into the sky from the Wushuang Sword Box, like a volcanic eruption emitting strong energy fluctuations, covering a radius of more than ten miles in an instant.

The crimson sword energy turned into a huge red bird bathed in flames, fluttering its wings and soaring upward.

The light shines on the sky and dyes the sky red.

The blazing sun above the head was also eclipsed at this moment.

In the shadow of Suzaku, there is a red sword with a strange shape, like a broad sword twisted by flames.

Astonishing sword energy swept out continuously, turning into bursts of flame storms. The void was twisted and heat waves billowed wherever it passed.

I don't know how many people in the world were frozen in place, as if they were petrified, motionless.

It wasn't until I felt the pain all over my body that it was like being on fire, and I finally came back to my senses and burst out in an overwhelming exclamation!

"Great Ming Zhuque!".