Master’s plan to revitalize the beautiful girl demon cult

But beyond his expectation, He Youzhou was not overwhelmed by the shadow of the green mountains.

He Youzhou gently struck the shadow with the unsheathed sword in his hand, shattering it in an instant.

Compared with the moves of the white-bearded old man, He Youzhou's attack can better reflect the point of "using light to reduce heavy".

After the shadow was shattered, the spiritual energy dispersed to every corner, like blue dust blown away by a strong wind.

The overbearing power on the sword suppressed everything around him, making the white-bearded old man feel faintly suffocated.

After the white-bearded old man was forced to take several steps back, the house at the end trembled suddenly, looking like it was about to collapse at any time.

He Youzhou, who noticed this detail, pondered for a moment, then started running away with his sword in his arms.

"Escape!? Don't even think about it!!" The white-bearded old man saw He Youzhou's movements and subconsciously thought that he was planning to escape, so he immediately chased after him.

Compared with him, He Youzhou's walking speed was vastly different.

The white-bearded old man caught up with He Youzhou without spending any energy.

"Hurry up and draw the sword, let me see the true power of this sword!" He smiled evilly, no longer as kind as before.

After facing the domineering power of this sword just now, the white-bearded old man now just wants to confirm the power of the sword again.

It's so scary before it's even taken out of its sheath. What will it be like after it's taken out of its sheath?The white-bearded old man began to look forward to it after a long absence.

"Draw out the sword?" He Youzhou suddenly stopped and did not continue to run further away.

He turned away and said softly, "You are not worthy of unsheathing your sword."

The white-bearded old man thought that He Youzhou was telling lies. After all, he had just watched He Youzhou flee in confusion.

Saying this now has no deterrent effect at all.

However, it was just the white-bearded old man's wishful thinking that he was running away.

The reason why He Youzhou moved so far away to a relatively empty place was because he didn't want his house to be affected.

"You must not know how hard it is for ordinary people to build a house, right?" He Youzhou said quietly.

It's a pity that the white-bearded old man didn't understand what He Youzhou meant. He just flicked his fly whisk and attacked He Youzhou.

Although the whisk is light, it is powerful.

The spiritual energy condensed into a blunt blow and pressed heavily against He Youzhou.

But the sword in He Youzhou's hand easily split it into two pieces - it was not even unsheathed.

Nowadays, the roads on both sides were mostly trees and sparsely populated, which made He Youzhou couldn't help but nod.

He sat down lazily on the ground with his legs crossed, his hands folded up in his sleeves, as if he didn't want to do anything.

To cultivate swordsmanship is to cultivate swords.

Then, naturally, fighting against enemies is also a sword.

It has nothing to do with him at all.

"Come on." He Youzhou said in a lazy voice.

The next moment, the sword flew up out of the air and stood in front of him.

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Greedy words will lead to death

The moment the white-bearded old man saw the sword standing in mid-air, he felt a huge threat.

It seemed that he was not facing a sword, but a practitioner who could crush him in terms of strength.

This felt strange because he had never felt this way on a magic weapon.

"Buzz--" The sword body and scabbard vibrated, making a buzzing sound.

The sword was still unsheathed, but the white-bearded old man felt greater pressure.

As for He Youzhou, he was completely lying down and had no intention of moving.

The white-bearded old man couldn't help but put on a vigilant posture, and the spiritual energy shield covered his whole body early, not minding that his spiritual energy would be wasted.

He only felt ridiculous that he was actually prepared for a sword. He had practiced for so many years and had never done anything so outrageous.

But this also shows that the sword in front of him is a peerless magic weapon, and maybe it is also a spiritual weapon.

The white-bearded old man's old eyes were ignited with greedy desire.

He is bound to get this sword, no matter who can stop him.

The white-bearded old man suddenly stood up, holding the fly whisk in his left hand, and made a dragon's claw shape with his right hand to attack the sword.

He Youzhou is not important at all now. In the eyes of the white-bearded old man, he is nothing more than trash.

Even if he stood there motionless, He Youzhou would not be able to hurt him.

This sword is everything. As long as he tames this unruly sword, the good and evil factions in Baicheng will be under his control.

After all, in today's world of cultivation, to put it bluntly, the strong is respected.

The ancient times when saints were respected have long passed.

A practitioner who is strong enough can master some of it. This is a worldly truth that the white-bearded old man has learned over the years.

"Dang!" However, his hand was smashed off by the iron sword on the spot.

The white-bearded old man looked at his wrist in pain, but did not scream.

Qingshanmen's exquisite moves are vulnerable to absolute power.

His moves are heavy, but the attack of this iron sword is even heavier. It is as heavy as a mountain in the true sense.

"He is indeed a peerless magic weapon..." The white-bearded old man squeezed out these words.

His spiritual energy shield was as fragile as paper in front of the iron sword.

If the sword hadn't been unsheathed, his hand might not have had its bones broken, but the whole hand might have been chopped off.

Since practitioners have many defensive methods, it is extremely difficult to cut off the opponent's hand.

Practitioners in the Dan Formation Stage may not necessarily say that they can easily cut off the hands of those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This means that the power of the iron sword is far greater than that of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.

After the white-bearded old man guessed this, he was excited and frightened at the same time.

"He Youzhou, give me the sword!" The white-bearded old man looked at He Youzhou ferociously, "Otherwise, you will die here!"

He may not be able to defeat this sword, but he can kill He Youzhou at any time.

"Ah?" He Youzhou, who was still watching the show, looked at the white-bearded old man blankly.

He never imagined that things would be brought to him again for no reason.

"No, you continue to fight with my brother." He Youzhou said.

However, his words were regarded as teasing by the old man with white beard, which made the old man with white beard determined to take his life directly.

Cyan talismans appeared in the air with each movement of the white-bearded old man.

A cold and heavy seal pressed against He Youzhou from above.

The white-bearded old man did not hesitate to use one of Qingshan Gate's ultimate moves - Qingshan Seal.

However, He Youzhou didn't dodge at all and stayed where he was, as if he wanted to wait for death.

The white-bearded old man looked at He Youzhou coldly. Not only did he not hold back, he even used the Qingshan Seal with all his strength.

But He Youzhou didn't intend to wait for death. He simply felt that there was no need to move.

He knew that his eldest brother would definitely come to escort him.

The iron sword, with a speed that even the white-bearded old man could not catch, stabbed him with the scabbard while he was still using the Green Mountain Seal.

The white-bearded old man didn't even have time to stop his moves before he was pierced through his abdomen by this iron sword.

"Ahem..." He looked at his bleeding abdomen in disbelief.

The big seal in the air suddenly collapsed, and the white-bearded old man sat helplessly on the ground.

He covered his wound with his hand, still not understanding what went wrong.

"What kind of sword is this...?" he asked with difficulty.

A peerless magic weapon?A spiritual and peerless magic weapon?

But if there is spirituality, how could such a weapon be willing to be used by a guy like He Youzhou?

The white-bearded old man has heard countless legends about spiritual weapons.

Those swords will recognize their own masters. If they are considered to be unqualified practitioners, they will be killed on the spot if they use them indiscriminately.

"Why...why can you own such a sword?" The white-bearded old man asked unwillingly.

Why is a mere monk in the foundation-building stage qualified to use such a magical weapon?

"Why?" He Youzhou looked at the white-bearded old man in confusion, "Just because I raised this sword myself."

This is what I have cultivated day after day, year after year. If I can’t use it, who else can.

"Do you really think this is some kind of peerless magic weapon?" He Youzhou had been fishing for so long, and he almost knew why the Nascent Soul Stage monk in front of him was so crazy.

Ganqing thought that his sword was some kind of powerful weapon, and he came to steal it after he had evil intentions.

"Are you kidding me?" The white-bearded old man would not be fooled.

He could see the spiritual energy contained in this sword, which was comparable to that of a living practitioner.

If this is not a peerless magic weapon, then what is?That broken stone disk?

It was just that in his anger, he made his injuries worse.

He Youzhou stood up and took the iron sword in mid-air in his hand.

"This is just an iron sword without a name. There are a lot of them in the blacksmith shops in Baicheng." He patiently explained the origin of the sword in his hand.

Speaking of which, after raising it for so many years, he remembered that he didn't even give this sword a name.

However, the white-bearded old man would not believe He Youzhou's words. He still believed that this was an extraordinary sword.

No one would believe that someone would use their own cultivation to cultivate an ordinary iron sword.

He Youzhou didn't believe it before he practiced sword training.

"Death!!!" The white-bearded old man endured his injuries and burst out again.

"Why don't you have the sharp eyesight of the person who came to my sect to cause trouble last time?" Governor He You sighed and drew the sword himself.

This time, the white-bearded old man was separated from his head before he made any move.

The iron sword has not yet been unsheathed, but it can still cut iron and break gold.

He Youzhou shook his head helplessly and slowly withdrew his attack.

"Why bother?" He looked at the white-bearded old man who was beheaded by him, feeling completely calm in his heart.

If there is anything that is most likely to cause death, He Youzhou's answer would be - greed.

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 It’s you who should go

He Youzhou looked at the white-bearded old man's body and fell into deep thought.

It looked like he was really getting wet.

Because he accidentally discovered that this person was the head of Qingshan Sect.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Logically speaking, a leader shouldn't be so blind.

Last time, the elders of Qingshan Sect knew that they couldn't defeat him, so they ran away quickly.

This leader knew that he couldn't defeat his elder brother, but he still wanted to fight head-on. Wasn't he deliberately seeking death?

He Youzhou patted his sword, "But you still did a good job."

Speaking of which, he hadn't used this sword seriously for a long time.