I only updated one yesterday, so I updated three chapters today.

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Xie Xuan hugged his arms around his chest and silently hung behind the three Qing-clothed Taoists headed by Xuan Qingzi. Today, Japan is the succession ceremony of the new sect leader of the Lingxiao Sect. As the protagonist of this ceremony, no one will be able to suppress his anger.

This is simply provoking a sect and pouring feces on Lingxiao Sect. If these three Taoists in Qingyi are not suppressed, captured or killed, they are afraid that the reputation of Lingxiao Sect will plummet and become a laughing stock in the entire Youzhou area. Those people are still in Lingxiao Square, who are not cunning and smart people who are as smart as ghosts when they see this situation, they will retreat to the safe area without showing any signs of harm to the fish in the pond and carefully examine the situation on the scene.

Even if some of these people had been in good terms with Lingxiao Sect, if Lingxiao Sect could not survive today's disaster, they would not be sad. The gangs are connected by interests, which is extremely realistic.

Xie Xuan was not angry, looked at Xuan Qingzi with interest, and suddenly laughed softly, with a faint sarcasm in his laughter: "The real person of the Nanhua Sect? How dare a mere ninth-level cultivator of Qi refining be called a real person?"

Xie Xuan is not as good as he was in the world of immortal cultivation, and he didn't know anything. Not everyone can afford the title of "real person". It not only requires extremely strong force, but also extremely high reputation. For example, in Chinese history, Lu Chunyang, Wang Chongyang, and Zhang Sanfeng, the most well-known person, can be called "real person", but these three people all founded a sect. In the secular world, people like gods, with a higher reputation than emperors, and have been passed down through the ages.

A cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage called himself a "real person" and was passed to the world of immortal cultivation, which made people laugh. Although Xie Xuan's voice was low, it was like a gurgling stream, endlessly, with an unusual penetration force, which made everyone in Lingxiao Square hear it clearly.

"Being rude to your master!"

Xuan Qingzi lived for decades and became a spirit. Although the person in front of him was only a young man, he never judged his age in the world of immortal cultivation. Xie Xuan was able to come to him silently, but he had no sense of any sense. All the situations showed that the other party was not a simple person. He heard Xie Xuan's sarcastic words, because of a slight fear in his heart, he could not bear it.

The two green-clothed disciples were following him, but they had no such vision. Seeing this man mocking Xuan Qingzi, he felt secretly happy. When he scolded him angrily, several wind blades swept over.

"It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than enough to fail."

Xuan Qingzi cursed inwardly. These two disciples were usually the best to please and were deeply loved by him. They knew that their vision was so poor, but they were liked by the tiger. The situation could not be allowed to do so. With a clear roar, the sharp sword slanted from his waist was out of the sheath. After a dexterity, the sword body rippled with a layer of blue light. In an instant, the three-foot-long sword body suddenly surged to the last, and a sharp sword energy suddenly shot out.

"Nanhua Sword Art, go!" Xuan Qingzi pinched his hands with his fingers, pointed to the blue flying sword. Under the control of the sword, the sword-controlling technique, the sword surged to a length of one foot, and the speed soared. More than two Taoist Taoists in the blue clothes swept through the wind blades, and then shot to the ground and broke through the sky.

"Sword Control!" There was another exclamation below, and even Xiao Ruoxu and others were shocked, staring at the sky scene, not daring to relax. Although there was also sword control in the martial arts world, it was spread out with thick true air, controlling the sword to attack the enemy, which was comparable to Xuan Qingzi's power at this moment.

Seeing this flying sword, Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his face remained unchanged, and he bounced his fingers three times in a row. With a "pop" sound, the air shattered like glass, and pointed at the wind toward the sword, and the wind blade shook it away.

Even if the peak foundation-building monk took action, Xie Xuan could make him feel regretful. Xuan Qingzi was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, so of course he did not face his strength. However, the flying sword in Xuan Qingzi's hand surprised Xie Xuan.

There are many methods of practicing in the world, and the subtle and mysterious magic tricks emerge one after another. However, after thousands of years of development, the Qinglian Sword Immortal, Sword Demon, and Sword God are rampant in the world, and the invincible heroes emerged, and sword cultivators have become the mainstream.

Not only is the sword weapon more gorgeous and grand, and it conforms to the mainstream aesthetic land of monks, but also because the attacks of sword cultivators are the most sharp, simple, sharp, and the lethality is also the most powerful. Even if a monk who first dabbles in the sword cultivator's method can control a sword in a short time and wave the sword to meet the enemy.

Although there are many sword cultivators, there are very few who can control a spiritual weapon-level flying sword. The Middle Earth Continent divides sword weapons into three levels. The first level is an ordinary flying sword, and the second level is a spiritual weapon-level flying sword. The so-called spiritual weapon is the ability to fly and change freely and move, and the most obvious feature is that it can be freely sized, and the third level is a magic weapon.

Refining spiritual weapons is an extremely difficult task. It is difficult to search for materials that contain sufficient spiritual energy and can withstand sword energy. Even if all the materials are gathered, it is far from success. Even if the master of refining weapons wants to refine a spiritual weapon, the failure rate is also ridiculously high. In some particularly unlucky times, refining ten pieces may not be able to succeed.

Because of this, at least 90% of the monks in Zhongzhou Continent own ordinary weapons. It is a luxury and shameful thing to have a spiritual weapon. Similarly, it is also very dangerous. You have to be careful of all kinds of greed and covetous eyes. If you are not strong enough to own a spiritual weapon, you are purely seeking death.

Three finger forces, blue flying swords, dozens of wind blades were entangled and intertwined, colliding violently, and the air roared like a sword sound. It only lasted for a blink of an eye, even more subtle than this. The two finger forces penetrated the wind blade mesh, and under the terrifying gaze of the two disciples in blue, pierced their throats, and did not even make a scream and fell into the air.

The finger force that hit the blue flying sword was blown down and melted instantly.

"Use your fingers to compete with the flying sword, the realm of the Martial Saint?" Seeing this situation, Xuan Qingzi's face was not filled with joy, but instead a trace of paleness appeared. He bit his tongue and splattered blood on the blue flying sword. The shaking and trembling blue flying sword made a clear sound, which was extremely rapid and chopped down on Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows and raised his sleeves to stir up his hurricanes. Xuan Qingzi grinned and drove the flying sword to cut through the hurricane layer in an instant. A hint of joy flashed through his eyes. Driven by him, the blue flying sword cut down towards Xie Xuan's eyebrows like lightning.

Before the grim smile was finished, Xuan Qingzi's smile had frozen on her face. Just as the blue flying sword turned into a geek and shot at the opponent's eyebrows, smashing the opponent's head, Xuan Qingzi's pride lasted for a moment, and she could no longer laugh, and a hint of bitterness appeared in her mouth.

In just one breath, Xuan Qingzi felt that he had been immersed in the Arctic Cold Pond, his hands and feet were cold, and a chill surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!