Shi Gang was calm. Although the person in front of him was unknown, he could cut off the Duxiu pen with one sword, so his strength should not be underestimated.
However, although he warned, Lu Duxiu didn't seem to hear it. He quickly took out a wine jar from the storage bag, raised his hand to tear open the jar, and then patted the wine jar.
boom!
There was a burst of green smoke from the wine jar, and then a short old man wearing a scarf and naked back appeared. However, this man's figure was like smoke and mist, illusory and unreal. It seemed that it was not an entity, but was made up of the green smoke.
change.
"Please use spiritual skills?" Shui Linglong's eyes widened and she said with some uncertainty.
"Hey, little doll, you still have some knowledge!" the little old man said with a smile.
"Greetings to our ancestors!" Lu Duxiu bowed respectfully to the old man.
"Hey, why did you recruit me out again? I remember the last time I came out was three years ago!" the little old man said leisurely with his hands behind his back.
"This time the enemy is a sword cultivator. He cut the Duxiu Bi into two pieces with just a raise of his hand. I beg my ancestor to use his magical power to kill this man and let me vent his evil anger!"
After hearing this, the little old man immediately stared and blew his beard and said: "What! You actually cut off the Duxiu pen that I passed on to my descendants. What bastard is so bold!"
"That's the man!" Lu Duxiu pointed at Liang Yan and said viciously: "My ancestors must beat him until his soul is gone, and he will never be reincarnated!"
"So it's you." The little old man snorted coldly: "If you dare to attack my descendants, you will die without regret!"
As he spoke, he put the two small hands that had turned into green smoke together in the middle, and then pulled them apart again. Liang Yan took a closer look, and saw a giant writing brush actually appeared between the two hands.
The brush was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. As the old man pulled it apart with both hands, its full length was gradually revealed, and it was already over six feet.
"Here comes the wine!"
With a loud shout, Lu Duxiu behind him hurriedly handed over the wine jar. The little old man held the brush in both hands like a mop, dipped it in the wine jar, then turned around and wrote in the air, writing with wine.
The word "kill" was written!
A violent murderous intention emerged from the font, and instantly filled an area of ten feet in radius.
"Junior Brother Liang, retreat first!" Shui Linglong shouted when she saw this: "The strength of this spirit has reached the early stage of foundation building, and we cannot match it!"
"Hey, you want to run?"
Shi Gang next to him chuckled, his skin turned into stone again, and he rushed towards Shui Linglong again.
Although he looks rough and wild, he is actually cautious by nature. He was frightened by the power of Liang Yan's sword before, and he had already thought about retreating. But now that he saw Lu Duxiu's trump card, he suddenly felt more at ease, and secretly made up his mind to just pester him.
It only accommodates one person.
Shui Linglong saw Shi Gang coming, so she had no choice but to use her magical power again, and fought with him. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw Liang Yan still standing there with his hands behind his back, as if he had not thought about escaping at all.
"This idiot has some sense of loyalty," Shui Linglong thought to herself.
At this moment, she was entangled by Shi Gang, mistakenly thinking that Liang Yan couldn't bear to leave her and run away alone, but she didn't know that Liang Yan had once killed a foundation-building monk with only his sword.
It was also the early stage of foundation building, when the physical body of the layman Lone Pine was still alive and he was in his prime. However, the little old man in front of him was just a lonely ghost. How could Liang Yan take him to heart.
"After the Sword-making Pavilion sword was completed, I haven't used it to my fullest yet. Today is the perfect time to test the sword with you!"
Liang Yan murmured in his mouth, took up the sword technique in his hand, and the fixed light sword immediately trembled above his head.
Zheng!
Accompanied by a melodious sword cry, the flying sword above his head suddenly lit up with two kinds of brilliance, the cold moonlight and the bright starlight! The power of stars and moonlight slowly flowed on the sword, making the already dark forest even more beautiful.
A bit chilling.
"Huh?"
The little old man's expression changed slightly, but at this moment he had an arrow on the string and had to take action. He didn't care to find out whether the other party was true or not, he just picked up the wine jar and raised his head and took a big sip.
"puff!"
A mouthful of old wine was sprayed on the word "kill" in front of him. The little old man was drunk and looked up with a smile: "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles! Go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the word "kill" flew towards Liang Yan. Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged. He pinched the sword in his hand and the light sword above his head roared out, shooting towards the word "kill" in the air.
go.
boom!
With a loud noise, the swords crossed each other in the air, bursting out with a dazzling white light. Lu Duxiu, who was watching the battle, and Shui Linglong and Shi Gang who were fighting together, all involuntarily retreated several feet to the outside.
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When the white light dissipated, I saw that the surrounding land was covered with fallen vegetation and devastation! Killing intent and sword intent were galloping in this area, and they were entangled with each other. For a while, they looked like they were evenly matched.
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"What! What is your background as a junior? How can you have such a powerful sword intention when you are clearly not at the eighth level of Qi refining!" The little old man looked uncertain, his eyes going back and forth between Liang Yan and Feijian.
After looking at it, he continued: "And this flying sword of yours is not simple!"
Liang Yan smiled slightly in his heart and thought to himself: "Can it be simple? This is a flying sword that is integrated into the galaxy sand!"
But he would definitely not say this directly. What responded to the little old man's series of questions was the sword technique in his hand.
As the sword formula changed, the light-fixing sword in mid-air suddenly flashed with inspiration and instantly transformed into three, splitting into three identical flying swords.
"Sword light differentiation!"
Before the little old man could react, the three silver-white flying swords were already flying up and down, slashing at the word "kill" from different angles. With each strike of the flying swords, the word "kill" became a little thinner. Short video
After a while, it has become vague and almost disappearing.
"No! Ancestor, this person seems a little weird! How about we retreat!" Lu Duxiu was strong on the outside but strong on the inside. Seeing Liang Yan's strong sword intent at this moment, he actually felt timid about fighting.
"Shut up! You loser!" the little old man yelled angrily: "If it weren't for the thin spiritual power in your body and insufficient cultivation, how could I be summoned by you with just my cultivation in the early stage of foundation building?"
Lu Duxiu was scolded and scolded by him, his face turned red and white, and his face suddenly lost all color, so he could only accept it.
"Bring me some wine and let me fight your ancestor for another three hundred rounds!" the little old man said with a bold smile.
"yes!"
Lu Duxiu respectfully carried the wine jar. The little old man held a mop-sized brush and dipped it in the wine jar. Then he wrote three words in a row, which were "Heng", "Jue" and "Ba".
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Just when these three words were formed, he was suddenly surprised to see that the three flying swords opposite him seemed to sway slightly, and the next moment they all disappeared.
"What the hell is this kid doing?" The little old man's mind froze slightly, but he immediately shouted in his heart: "No!"
He turned around suddenly and was surprised to see three white lights suddenly appearing above Lu Duxiu's head, then twisting downwards quickly.
Swish, brush, brush!
Three blasts broke through the air. Before Lu Duxiu could react to what was happening, he was chopped into three pieces by Liang Yan.
"No!"
The little old man was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes filled with regret and reluctance. However, Lu Duxiu was dead at this moment. As a spirit summoned by Lu Duxiu, he naturally could no longer exist.
As the breeze blew in the forest, the little old man finally turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.
