Taiping Inn

From the perspective of their cultivation, Lu Yanbing is a young man, and Li Xuandu, who holds the "Human World", is not a three-year-old child, but a half-grown boy. In a head-on fight, the boy is definitely not a match for the adult man, but this boy is agile and can easily get behind the man and kick him, causing the man to stagger.

Lu Yanbing felt that he had no strength to use. He could knock the boy to the ground with just one punch, but this punch could not hit the boy. Instead, every time he punched, he showed a flaw, and the boy took advantage of the gap to hit him. The boy was weak, and one or two hits were not enough, but after many times, he felt very uncomfortable.

Lu Yanbing took a breath, and her chest and abdomen actually felt a dull pain. She hadn't felt this kind of aggrieved feeling for many years, and it had been so long that she almost forgot this feeling. The last time was when she was fed a sword by her master. Obviously, her master had suppressed his cultivation to the same level as hers, and was even slightly weaker, but she still couldn't take advantage of him.

Lu Yanbing was about to calm the disordered qi in her body, and Li Xuandu suddenly appeared in front of her again. Then she heard the fourth senior brother whispered: "In terms of swordsmanship alone, the second senior brother and the third brother are far inferior to me. Even if it is the old master, if he doesn't suppress me in terms of cultivation level, the victory and defeat are also fifty-fifty. That's why the master said that my swordsmanship is three feet higher than the third brother. You were taught by the third brother, and he can't beat me, how can you beat me?"

Lu Yanbing said angrily: "You are now Are you qualified to talk to me about the way of the sword? ! "

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Li Xuandu's face was slightly pale, which was a sign of excessive loss of Qi. After all, his opponent was an eighth-floor master of the Return to the Realm. It was still a bit difficult for him now, but he was not panicked. He let Lu Yanbing sweep across with his sword, and he hit the "seven inches" of the "purple dragon" with his sword, causing its Qi to flow and then be defeated.

Li Xuandu smiled lightly and said, "Am I qualified to talk to you about the way of the sword? Junior sister, you can go back and ask the master, or ask the third brother, to see if they think I am qualified?"

Lu Yanbing swung out another sword, but unfortunately it was within Li Xuandu's expectations. It seemed that he barely avoided it, but in fact he avoided it just right, without any damage at all.

Zhao Wuqi's lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless.

He could see that Lu Yanbing's sword was a little messy because she was angry because of Li Xuandu's words, but even so, she was not a match for ordinary people in the Return to the True Realm, at least he thought he could not. However, facing the sword master of Zifu Sword Immortal, she became a bird in a cage. Everything was in his calculations, and the chance of winning was extremely slim.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuqi couldn't help but feel gloomy in his heart, and he didn't have much hope for this trip to Tianle Sect.

Li Xuandu no longer held back, and with another sword, the sword energy directly tore Lu Yanbing's sleeves, leaving a long blood-red line on her jade-like forearm, but some blood also flowed out of Li Xuandu's nostrils.

For Li Xuandu, controlling the "human world" with the Xiantian Realm was like a young man using an iron spear, which was still a bit too strenuous.

Lu Yanbing's eyes lit up, and his figure swept towards Li Xuandu.

Let's see how long you can hold on?

Li Xuandu took Lu Yanbing's sword, looked at the angry junior sister, and said calmly: "Junior sister, you can see that I am not strong enough, this is your talent, but at least you have to wait until I bleed from all seven orifices. Now only one orifice, aren't you too anxious?"

The next moment, Li Xuandu ignored the blood flowing from his ears, and dozens of arms grew behind his back, but these dozens of arms no longer held swords, but were bare-handed, and performed "Wanhua Divine Sword Palm" together.

Lu Yanbing swung his sword to cut off several arms, but was still slapped on the body by the remaining palms, and his figure was knocked back again.

Li Xuandu took advantage of the situation and used "Human World" to strike seven swords in a row. Seven thin sword qi rushed to catch up with the retreating Lu Yanbing.

Lu Yanbing was hit by these seven sword qi at seven key acupoints, and the flow of qi in his body suddenly stagnated.

If it were someone else, there would be no way they could know the key points of Lu Yanbing's Qi flow, but the opponent was Li Xuandu, who knew this junior sister inside out. If Li Xuandu's opponent was Zui Chunfeng, it would be impossible for him to gain the upper hand so easily.

Li Xuandu instantly rushed in front of Lu Yanbing, put one hand close to her belt, and exerted force suddenly.

Lu Yanbing finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and her face turned pale like Li Xuandu.

At this time, the people watching the battle, including Zhao Wuqi, were already dumbfounded. No one expected that a sword fight with extremely different realms would develop into the current situation.

Bai Mei Niang now understands a little bit why the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal was invincible in the past, and even admires Li Xuandu a little bit. Whether as a senior brother or the former Purple Mansion Sword Immortal, he was once one of the top few people in the entire martial arts world, but he was not bound by his identity, and he was not rigid. In Bai Mei Niang's opinion, Li Xuandu's words just now were not meant to show off. In short, they were meant to attack the heart. When he first met Lu Yanbing, Li Xuandu remained calm and even pleaded humbly, which was a sign of weakness. Now, when they met for the second time, he attacked Lu Yanbing head-on. Then, Lu Yanbing was eager to turn the situation around, but after Li Xuandu's words, she got angry and became angry, and finally lost her way.

Now it seems that this series of methods, linked together, had been decided when Li Xuandu met Lu Yanbing, including the later "Sound Leaves" and other methods, which were all within Li Xuandu's expectations. How could Lu Yanbing win?

Thinking of this, Bai Mei Niang couldn't help but sigh slightly. With such a shrewd senior brother, it would be difficult for her to turn over in her life. Zui Chunfeng was the same back then. It was a pity that he got carried away in the end, which gave her an opportunity to take advantage of.

Only Hu Liang smiled indifferently.

A little girl, who has only been a rookie for a few years, even if her cultivation is a little higher, how can she fight against Li Xuandu, an old man who has been in the world for more than ten years? It would be almost the same if she were replaced by the famous ninth person on the Taixuan List.

On the other side, Li Xuandu was bleeding from all five orifices, and the blood was slightly black, shocking, but Li Xuandu didn't care at all. He slashed with his sword, forcing Lu Yanbing to block with his sword, and then he kicked the woman's knee, making her unstable and kneeling on one knee.

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "Junior sister, you and I use the same skills, but Master has rarely taught disciples in person in recent years, except for occasionally feeding swords and discussing swords, so most of your skills were taught to you by me and the third brother. How can you beat me with what I taught you? As for the third brother, he is not as good as me. You use his things to fight me, isn't it ridiculous?"

Lu Yanbing bit her lips tightly, almost biting out blood.

Li Xuandu continued, "If you are willing to retreat now, I can let you go. After all, we are all disciples of the same master. Even for the sake of the master, I will not do anything to you."

"I don't need your pity!" Lu Yanbing shouted angrily, and was about to get up.

Li Xuandu sighed softly, and his voice gradually turned cold, saying, "I told you the truth, but you didn't listen to my advice. What can I do?"

As he spoke, the "Human World" in Li Xuandu's hand suddenly pressed down three points, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

But Lu Yanbing was even more overwhelmed. The "Purple Chi" in his hand was constantly pressed down, and he could only twist his upper body and hold the sword with his shoulders.

Li Xuandu waved his other hand with a big sleeve and pointed out.

Lu Yanbing's forehead was struck by lightning, and the whole person flew backwards, flew out of the hall, flew out of the mountain, and fell down.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuqi dared not stay here, and rushed out of the hall, both to protect himself and to save Lu Yanbing who fell off the cliff.

Li Xuandu casually slashed him on the back with a sword.

Zhao Wuqi's face suddenly turned blood red, and then turned pale. He swallowed the blood that had reached his throat, and with the power of the sword, his body moved faster, flashed, and left the hall in an instant.

Li Xuandu did not chase him, but looked outside the hall door and said calmly: "If you don't want to leave, I will send you off."