Use one word to describe Liang Yan’s current feeling:
gas!
Angry!
Instead of looking for the 'Immortal Mayfly Tree', which is good enough for me, I have to be dragged by a little Taoist boy to the battlefield of the good and evil religions to rescue me. The most annoying thing is that in my current state, I can't defeat this mortal Taoist boy, so I can only
Let him pull me and run down the mountain!
He hadn't thought about falling out on the way, but he was afraid that if he offended the little Taoist boy, he would discover that he was not his uncle at all. Wouldn't he be cut into pieces?
So the old man and the young man held hands and crossed an overpass on the mountainside, then climbed over a small hill, until they reached a huge open space.
This open space is very wide and has a strange shape. It is actually like a large bowl embedded in the top of the mountain, forming a small valley.
At this moment, Liang Yan and the two of them were standing on the steep slope at the edge of the valley. Looking down from here, they could see a crowd of people below. A large number of martial arts people had gathered, but these people were clearly divided into two groups.
One group of people were wearing uniform white Taoist robes, and the weapons they held were long swords. They had formed a circular sword formation at this moment. Their faces were solemn, and they all looked like they were ready for battle.
As for the other group of people, they were wearing all kinds of strange clothes, holding spears, machetes, and various weapons. There were probably thousands of them, and they had already surrounded the entire valley.
"The number of people in the Demon Sect is already more than three times that of the Kunwu Sword Sect. It seems that the Kunwu Sword Sect will never be spared in this battle." Liang Yan stood on the top of the mountain and looked down while secretly cursing.
At this time, among the crowd wearing white robes, a middle-aged swordsman spoke loudly: "Black Demon Sect! You are extremely ambitious. You destroyed Hengshan ten years ago and Jiuhua seven years ago. Now you can't hold back anymore and are moving towards
I’m from Kunwu Mountain!”
"Who is this person?" Liang Yan asked Xuan Qing next to him calmly.
After hearing this, Xuan Qing had a strange look on his face, but he was already accustomed to this uncle who had "cut off all cause and effect", so he immediately replied respectfully: "Uncle, this is your direct disciple, Kunwu Sword
The current sect leader Yi Tianxing!"
"This" the embarrassed look on Liang Yan's face flashed away, and then he twirled his beard and said, "So you are my good disciple."
Just as they were asking and answering questions, a black-faced man from the Demon Cult came out and laughed loudly: "Yi Tianxing, your martial arts attainments are at best comparable to those of our guardians! I'm afraid there are none here.
For the sake of your words, you should invite your damn master Lu Xuan out!"
"you!"
Yi Tianxing was so choked that his face turned red, and he immediately roared angrily: "Why do you ask questions knowingly? If you didn't know that my master, the old man, is in the Yinjianfeng Cottage, how could you dare to attack my Kunwu Sword Sect?"
"Why is it that a protector is speaking? Where is the leader of their demon sect?"
At the edge of the mountain top, Liang Yan asked the people around him again.
After hearing this, Xuan Qing first lay down on the slope and looked down carefully, and then replied respectfully: "Reporting to my uncle, the leader of the Demon Cult, Qing Yixuan, is not in the crowd. I think he must know that he is no match for the master."
Uncle, that's why you hide in the dark and try to play tricks."
Seeing Xuan Qing's expression of steadfast admiration, Liang Yan could only cough lightly and said: "What you said is right, but it's a pity. I originally wanted to see what state he had reached, but I didn't expect that he was hiding his head and showing his tail."
generation."
Just when he was trying to show off his dignity, the big black-faced man at the foot of the hillside shouted impatiently: "Humph, what kind of life-and-death barrier is there! I think you are too old to walk, and you don't dare to take action anymore, right?"
Or maybe he has already returned to the West?"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the Demon Sect burst into laughter, and someone shouted: "That old guy Lu Xuan is over a hundred years old. He is probably too old to eat now. How can he still have the strength to hold a sword?
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"He used to be very majestic, but now he is no longer his age!"
"What's the prestige? I've never seen how powerful that old man was before. Maybe his reputation is in vain! If he really has the ability, why doesn't he come and fight with me, 'Butcher Chu', and let you watch me warm wine and kill Lu?"
mysterious!"
"Hahaha! Well said, let the Supreme Elder of Kunwu Sword Sect teach us how awesome Fatty Chu is!"
"Brother Chu is mighty, hahaha."
Seeing that the people below him were getting more and more exaggerated and did not pay attention to the supreme elder of Kunwu Sword Sect, the young Taoist priest Xuan Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore. He puffed up his cheeks and shouted indignantly to the people at the foot of the hillside:
"You clowns, don't be so presumptuous! My uncle has overcome the barrier of life and death and realized the Thirteenth Sword of the Immortal Sword Technique. He is unrivaled in the world. Now that he is here in person, as long as the sword is powerful, you will
Kill all the demons!"
Xuan Qing used all his inner strength to speak this voice, especially the last sentence, "Kill all the monsters!" It echoed in the valley for a long time, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.
As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand people in the valley, whether they were the Kunwu Sword Sect or the Black Demon Sect, fell silent instantly. After a moment, I don’t know who broke the silence first. Only the crowd in white robes burst out.
There was a roar of cheers, and someone shouted:
"God bless me Kunwu, my great uncle has learned the sword thirteen, and due to the power of the sword, the demons have conquered him and killed him!"
"Because of the power of the sword, the demons will slay them!" The crowd was excited and repeated this sentence almost uniformly.
At this moment, Liang Yan was already sweating on his forehead and had black lines on his face.
"Xuanqing, that bastard, I originally wanted to find an opportunity to sneak away to the back mountain to look for the 'Eternal Mayfly Tree'. Now, everyone is looking at me, and everyone in the Demon Sect wants to kill me.
, I can’t even hide now!”
Liang Yan cursed Xuan Qing more than ten times in his heart, but he could only put on a calm expression on his face. He knew that if he showed any timidity at this moment, he would be in danger of death.
We can only find a way to use Lu Xuan's name to scare these people and buy time for ourselves. When we find the "Eternal Mayfly Wood", we can escape from this world in the painting.
After thinking about this, Liang Yan put his hands behind his back and looked at the people below with an indifferent expression. Lang Lang said:
"You little thief from the Demon Cult, how dare you offend me, Kunwu? I have already accomplished my magic, and taking your heads is like searching for something from a bag. But I don't want to go on a killing spree today. If you sincerely repent, I will quickly go down the mountain and leave.
You can be more open-minded!"
Liang Yan didn't have any internal energy in his body, so his voice was much softer than Xuan Qing's. However, everyone below was a person with deep internal energy. Even though they were far apart, they still heard Liang Yan's words clearly.
Many members of the Kunwu Sword Sect had tears in their eyes. They each prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted: "Master-uncle is mighty, master-uncle is invincible in the world!"
But the black-faced man in the demon sect was full of doubts, and thought to himself: "This man's martial arts has already reached the realm of transformation, but why does it seem that he has no inner strength at all when he just shouted? Is he really too old?"
As soon as this idea appeared, the black-faced man immediately shook his head and denied himself and said: "No, his face is obviously rosy and unusual, and he doesn't look like a dying person at all. Could it be that he has reached the legendary supreme state of returning to nature?"
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The more the black-faced man thought about it, the more likely it became, and big beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.
"If he has really reached the state of returning to his original nature, I am afraid that even the leader of the church will not be his opponent. By then, we senior leaders of the holy religion will not be enough to kill him alone!"
Just when he was feeling restless, he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting: "Humph, Lu Xuan, I think it's just a name for nothing! I, the quick-swordsman Xiao Li, want to try your method!"
The black-faced man looked back and saw a young man with a flat head emerging from the crowd. This man was carrying a long sword, wearing a black robe, and had a rebellious look on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately started to practice Qinggong.
Like a swallow flying across the water, it climbed up the hillside in a few ups and downs and landed directly in front of Liang Yan.
"Forget it, let this stupid young man try Lu Xuan's strength." The black-faced man looked at the two people on the hillside and thought to himself.
