The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
The disciples of Luofeng Mountain have suffered from the ghosts of Luosha Mountain for a long time. Today, someone asked about the sword of Luosha Mountain, and they were naturally happy in their hearts.
The old man Gu Bo said calmly: "Ximen Wuhen, what happened today is that we at Luofengshan did something wrong. Can you give me some face? I will definitely give you an explanation."
Ximen Wuhen said: "Old man, this is not something I can control. Today we only ask about Jian Luosha Mountain and will never set foot on other peaks in Luofeng Mountain."
The old man's face darkened, "Is there really no chance for discussion?"
Ximen Wuhen raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "If Bai Qing, Li Kuai and others were here, would they discuss it with you? After all, I am still too young. In the eyes of you people, I am just a fool.
, look down on us."
The old man's face trembled and he looked up at the sky.
Among the dozens of major cultivators in the sky, three were cultivators in the Fifth Realm Divine Transformation stage, and they were all local cultivators from Wuyang Mansion.
It's so menacing and unreasonable that it's really worrying.
Behind Ximen Wuhen is a woman who is seven hundred and seventy-two years old this year, but has a charming face in her early thirties.
Dressed in simple and elegant clothes, with no makeup on her face, her skirt danced in the mountain breeze, sometimes revealing curves. She floated forward a few inches and said to Ximen Wuhen: "Leave it to me here, you go find Xiaozhujiu first."
Ximen Wuhen smiled and pushed his hand towards the woman, "I'll trouble my sister more."
After saying that, Ximen Wuhen stepped on his sword and walked away. With the light of his sword, he came to the mountain-protecting formation of Luosha Mountain and shouted to a middle-aged man in the sky: "Please Taoist Gao, please break the formation!"
In the air, the middle-aged man nodded. When everyone thought that the middle-aged man was a certain formation master, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up taller, cast the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, and beat the Rakshasa Mountain with a fist as big as a small mountain.
If the punch failed, he would throw ten punches. The punches fell and punched a hole in the mountain-protecting formation of Luosha Mountain.
The physical formation is broken, so terrifying!
Ximen Wuhen saw the hole and decisively stepped in with his sword. Following closely behind him were a group of young sword cultivators from Mutian City, densely packed like locusts crossing the border.
Chen Ke felt the mountain shaking and said with a smile: "Our help is here."
Guiqi's face was ugly. Just as he was about to say something, he was slapped to the ground by a sword energy.
"You are the only one who dares to bully Xiao Yanli and Xiao Zhujiu?"
The one who draws the sword is Ximen Wuhen.
Guiqi snorted, blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, he used his escape technique to escape a hundred steps, and said fiercely: "I am the supreme elder of Luofengshan. If you use your sword against me, it is Wenjian Luofengshan, and you did not report it to the academy."
If you lead so many people into Luofeng Mountain, aren't you afraid of punishment from the sage?"
Ximen Wuhen floated in the air and said in shock: "Ha, don't put a high hat on me, I can't stand being scared!"
After saying this, Ximen Wuhen drew his sword again, and a fierce sword light directly struck Gui Qi on the ground.
Guiqi turned aside and dodged, and opened his right hand. The whole mountain was filled with black smoke, and a black cloud rolled in, blocking everyone's sight.
Boom.......
Thunder exploded.
As the arc flashed, the gloomy ghostly energy spread everywhere.
Guiqi smiled ferociously and said: "In other places, I may not be the opponent of you sword masters, but here is Rakshasa Mountain!"
With a move of his big hand, the Yin Qi surrounding the surrounding mountains condensed into a long winding river. In the long river, black waves rolled like black mud and poured out countless Yin evil souls, overwhelming the sky and the earth, making whimpering sounds.
Guiqi sneered, "Since you are all here at Rakshasa Mountain, then you can be guests here."
Ximen Wuhen heard the dark wind whistling around him and shouted softly at Lin Yanli on the ground: "Little Yanli, please use Haoran's righteousness!"
Lin Yanli understood immediately, made a hand seal, and handed over the Flying Sword of Reunion in his hand.
"Well done!" The corner of Ximen Wuhen's mouth raised, and he held out the flying sword in his right hand. He pulled the two flying swords around him with both hands. A stream of pure and upright energy spread from Ximen Wuhen's toes to all directions, like a formation disk magnifying out of thin air.
Turn the entire Rakshasa Mountain into your own little world.
"Great magical power - turning the clouds and seeing the moon!"
Ximen Wuhen put his fingers together and drew a circle using the two swords around him. He saw that the sky quickly dimmed and a bright moon hung high on the branches. The moonlight pointed to the source of the long river.
With the blessing of Haoran's righteousness, the black mud of the long river is boiling, like a fire boiling snow, the ice and snow melt, and the bursts of white smoke brought by the transpiration, driven by the sword energy, turn into small ox-hair needles to wrap up the Haoran's righteousness carried by the Reunion Flying Sword, rustling
I am in this world.
The spring rain moistens all things, and the autumn cold freezes Kyushu. The cold and cold air disappears instantly, and is replaced by a kind of vitality.
In an instant, the originally eerie river gradually calmed down and finally turned into nothingness.
All the evil spirits have disappeared, the world has returned to clarity, and everything has returned to its original state.
Rakshasa Mountain is full of ghosts hiding under the leaves in the forest, shivering for fear of being contaminated by a ray of awe-inspiring aura and becoming ghosts killed by the sword.
Eleven ghost slaves stood on the top of the mountain and were drenched by the spring rain. The woman who had previously threatened to peel off Lin Yanli's face had already been hit by Chen Ke and kicked her gun, and was drenched by the spring rain of Haoran Zhengqi's sword energy until she was drowned.
, the cultivation of the four realms was like a balloon with a hole in it, completely deflated. When the spring rain stopped, he could not even maintain his body shape, and became a transparent wandering soul, which was blown away by the wind.
Where is the Gala Corner?
When the old man hiding in the bloody hall saw this scene, he suddenly felt chills running down his spine and sweating all over his body. He was even more grateful for his decision.
Chen Ke half-bent his waist, protecting Lin Yanli under his body, and said with a smile: "This shower of spiritual energy is really heavy!"
Lin Yanli reached out and touched Chen Ke's back. It was wet and sticky.
He punched Chen Ke in the lower abdomen with his hand, but failed to break the opponent's defense. Lin Yanli curled his lips and groaned: "What an idiot, he can obviously hold an umbrella!"
Chen Ke smiled and said: "When I came back to my senses, I had already done this."
Standing next to Li Zhujiu was a young woman with waterfall-like black hair, a purple skirt, and a jade neck as white as snow. Her beautiful and flawless face was inlaid with a pair of watery eyes. She put away the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
, leaned down and scratched Li Zhujiu's nose with his finger, and said with a smile: "Little naughty, the people of Mutian City in Wuyang Mansion have been mobilized by your messenger flying sword, you are more capable than your Wuhen brother!
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The woman's name is Zhou Xi, and she is the daughter-in-law of Ximen Wuhen who he met in Mutian City. She is a distant cousin to the swordsman Zhou Mo who died in battle.
Li Zhujiu smiled and hugged the woman's waist, "Sister Zhou Ye, long time no see, but sister Zhou Ye said something wrong. It's Uncle Ximen, not brother Wuhen!"
Ximen Wuhen, who was floating in mid-air and excited by the fight with Gui Qi, stumbled into the ground. He raised his gray head and spoke clearly, "It's brother Wuhen!"
"Uncle Simon!"
"It's Brother Wuhen!"
"That's Uncle Simon."
"Hey!" Li Zhujiu stuck out his tongue and made a face at him.