Qin Kunyu kicked the old man's kneecap and retreated back to the shore. Li Zhujiu's sword light was approaching. The old man grabbed the long pole to avoid it. He jumped onto the shore and cursed angrily: "I've taken the initiative to give in, why bother to be aggressive and kill?"
Not only did you kill my mirage, do you really want me to have a life-and-death battle with you?"
Lin Yanli's eyes were cold, she put her hands in her sleeves and opened her thin lips slightly: "Please, fellow Taoist, accept the disaster."
The old man clutched the long pole tightly, knowing that he would not be able to escape a battle today. His ordinary body gathered his spiritual energy, and his cultivation in the three realms was suddenly revealed in front of everyone.
Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu found it strange that a person who could control the mirage at the peak of the three realms could not be without cultivation in the three realms.
The strength of the ferocious beast can be reduced to one level. The old man in front of me is a real three level, and it is still stronger than the mirage beast.
But that's all. He can't be stronger than Liu Bocheng, the previous three-level sword cultivator.
"I am Mao Lou, an outer and inner disciple of the Yuling Sect. If you kill my spirit beast today, this matter will not go well."
Li Zhujiu burst out laughing, and a ray of sword light flew around his fingertips, "It sounds like we are the evil ones."
There was some sweat on Qin Kunyu's palms. He stood at the front and was the first to feel the fluctuations of the old man's spiritual energy. He finally understood how Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu would feel when they faced the monks of the Third Realm.
Li Chang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he couldn't sense anything. He just felt that the old man had an inexplicable aura that wanted to bend his knees and make him surrender to him.
Lin Yanli saw the ugly look on Li Shang's face, took a step back, patted Li Shang's shoulder gently with her small hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just the Three Realms, it's not like I haven't fought before."
The old man of the ghost way that Feng'an Mansion met before, the sword cultivator Liu Bocheng, and the ghosts in Luofeng Mountain were only in the third realm.
The old man named Mao Lou had a gloomy look on his face, and he secretly cursed himself for being blinded by lard.
He came to this sea area just for the mirage. He finally used his methods to subdue the mirage, but because of his greed for profit, he was killed by the target...
It's better now. I failed to fight the eagle but was pecked blind by the eagle. These people are still young, but their cultivation is not weak at all. At first glance, they are the stunning and gorgeous people of the big sect. If they are beaten,
What should I do if I help the young one and the old one comes to help me?
Just based on his status as an outer disciple of the Yuling Sect?
He shouldn't covet the spiritual treasures of these people!
Mao Lou had complex thoughts, and thoughts flashed over him again and again, and he decided to hit them casually, let these juniors get addicted to the tricks, and then immediately pretended to be dead and escaped, so as not to cause death for himself.
After the idea was clear in his mind, Old Lou shook the bamboo pole in his hand, and the long bamboo section snapped. The last thing he held in his hand was a fishing rod.
"I am a monk in the Golden Core Stage. I am a few little babies in the Foundation Establishment stage, so I will capture them without any effort!"
The sword light on Li Zhujiu's fingertips stopped, turned into a long sword and fell into his hand, he said with a smile: "I've been waiting for a long time."
Qin Kunyu's face showed a trace of solemnity, and he turned his wrist and pointed the sword edge at the opponent.
This is his first time facing a monk from the Third Realm, so he needs to be careful!
Mao Lou swung the fishing rod, and the fishing line shot out like a swimming dragon, directly grabbing the wrists of the two men.
Li Zhujiu raised his eyebrows, flipped his long sword, pulled away the fishing line, and took it straight to Mao Lou's chest.
Mao Lou's pupils shrank, and his body moved to the side like a spring, barely able to avoid the sharp edge. The fishing rod in his right hand hit the floor hard, and the entire floor tile shattered.
Li Zhujiu's attack did not stop there. The long sword in his hand danced continuously. Every move and every move was exquisite, driving the sword's intention and exerting twelve points of power.
The sword light is sharp, like a silver snake dancing wildly.
Mao Lou was suppressed by her for a moment, unable to find a chance to take action.
On the other side, Qin Kunyu was facing the fishing line, and was faintly suppressed. A long silver thread twisted and twisted like a swimming insect in the water, sometimes entangled and bound, sometimes weaving a large net, and his magical powers were endless.
Li Chang was dazzled and kept rubbing his aching eyes, trying to see the movement of the fishing line clearly with the naked eye. After a while, he felt his head was dizzy, his vision was blurred, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.
When he was about to collapse, Lin Yanli reached out to cover his eyes and comforted him: "You've done a good job, don't work so hard, just close your eyes and take a rest."
Li Chang nodded, closed his eyes to calm down a little, and opened his eyes again when he felt more comfortable.
He looked up at the fair neck of the girl in front of him, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
In fact, he wanted to stand in front of her rather than hide behind her.
Lin Yanli sighed secretly when he saw Qin Kunyu was temporarily entangled in the fishing line.
This Yuling Sect monk is a veteran Third Realm monk. Qin Kunyu has just entered the Second Realm. It is already a great thing to be able to fight with his spirit treasure for such a long time.
After all, you can't compare with people like Li Zhujiu, Shen Qiao, and Lu Shaoyu.
Li Zhujiu fired his sword like rain, each sword carrying fierce sword intent. Mao Lou did not dare to neglect. Every time he swung the fishing rod, he pulled back three inches from Qin Kunyu. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he actually used the fishing line out of thin air.
Three ferocious beasts with different appearances were compiled.
Taking the initiative to cut off the fishing line, the three 'ferocious beasts' each took action, each with its bloody mouth open, their ferocious power shocked the surroundings, and they looked for Lin Yanli, Qin Kunyu and Li Shang respectively.
Lin Yanli subconsciously reached for Li Chang's arm, but he threw it away. When he was slightly startled, Li Chang's voice came to his ears.
"Sister Ali, I can do it!"
Hearing this, Lin Yanli frowned at first, then relaxed her brows after seeing Li Shang's determined eyes.
"Be careful with everything."
The old man was experienced and focused on defense when dealing with Li Zhujiu. A broken fishing rod danced in his hand, making a "whoosh" sound as it broke through the air.
Li Zhujiu was also testing, but the sword moves she made were only three or four levels of strength, and she didn't even use the sword control skills that she was good at.
After finding out the old man's moves in front of him, Li Zhujiu immediately controlled the flying sword, and crossed the fingers of his left hand across his chest. Several sword energy followed the fingertips, jumping up and down in front of his eyes, like
The conscious living water changes various forms according to Li Zhujiu’s mind.
Birds, animals, trees, mountains...the appearance changes in hundreds of ways, completely according to one's wishes.
Mao Lou had never seen such swordsmanship before. When he picked up the fishing rod, he felt a strong pressure on his hand. He stumbled and suddenly made a fist to stop the three-headed beast made of fishing lines in the distance.
"Why is there a mortal among the four of us? This little girl almost disrupted the rhythm and killed that boy!" Mao Lou secretly thought, and put the three-headed fishing line beast into his sleeves.
Li Chang held the Yinchuan sword high in his hand, his face was pale, and there was a thin long mark on his neck with some blood on it.
Just now, he almost had his head cut off by the fishing line beast.
Apart from the fear, what came to my mind was a deep sense of powerlessness.
burden……
Apart from the word "cumbersome", I can't think of any other word to describe myself.