With a wide robe and long sleeves, three locks of silver beard, long hair spread loosely, sword-shaped eyebrows and phoenix eyes, he is thin and lanky, with a sword beside him and a pot of wine in his hand. The person in the room does look very fairy-like. Luo Ling's second time
Standing in the courtyard, he looked at the other party coldly for a long time, but the other party still turned a blind eye and only focused on drinking and enjoying the snow.
"I said, just tell me what you have to say. What do you mean by being here?" Luo Ling finally spoke first.
The old man's eyes fell on Luo Ling, and he said with a majestic tone: "For the sake of those who are practicing Qi at the same time, hand over the Xuanyuan Lie Water, and I won't care about what you do."
Luo Ling's heart suddenly became heavy. He didn't know what went wrong and why he came to the door so quickly. "Who is Xuanyuan Lieshui?" he asked calmly.
A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said with a bit of contempt: "I thought you were still a nobody."
Luo Ling's eyebrows rose. He knew that the other party had already determined that Xuanyuan Lie Water was in his hands. This matter would probably be difficult to resolve.
If words don't work, then take action. In this case, Luo Ling will never miss the first move. Without even crouching down, Luo Ling only relied on the strength of his feet to shoot out with electricity, drew his sword in the air, and pointed straight at it.
old man.
The old man snorted coldly and neither dodge nor draw his sword. He just threw the wine glass in his hand to meet Luo Ling's sword.
With a bang!, the small wine glass collided with the tip of the sword and shattered into powder, floating like mist. The immense power contained in it actually forced Luo Ling back and fell back to the ground.
Luo Ling never spared any effort in his attacks. He knew very well what such a result meant. He didn't even bother to take off the personal armor he was still wearing, and Luo Ling transformed directly. There was no black fire, but the transformation
The power of demonic energy that overflowed around his body still exploded the armor into pieces in an instant like a blown balloon.
At the same time, the old man drew his sword in his hand and flew down in the air. He also aimed his sword directly at Luo Ling, but the sword was at least four times more powerful than Luo Ling's sword just now.
Ping pong! Some of the armor fragments that flew away from Luo Ling's body were shot at the old man, but they were still meters away from the body and were bounced away by invisible resistance. The old man's sword was like a mountain collapsing, with unparalleled power.
Choking! The metal and iron screamed to make people's teeth hurt. Luo Ling drew out his sword without giving in. The two swords faced each other tit for tat. With the sword tip as the center, an invisible energy storm swept in all directions, blowing away the day's snow like fog.
The strong backlash caused the old man to fly backwards like a kite and land on the roof again. Crack! Several bricks and tiles were trampled into pieces.
Luo Ling, on the other hand, slid five or six meters backward under the force of the backlash. The energy surging around his body blew a deep and wide trench in the snow. The snow disappeared and the ground appeared.
The old man and Luo Ling faced each other with swords raised from a distance, seemingly evenly matched. However, Luo Ling himself knew that he was inferior.
Cough! Luo Ling's broad sword let out a slight moan, and cracked textures extended from the tip of the sword to the hilt. This was not because the sword was inferior to humans, but because the true energy extending to the sword was forced back into the body.
For the first time, Luo Ling tried what is called backflow of true energy, when external air enters the body. It was a searing pain, like an electric shock, from the sword to the hand, to the arm, and then spread throughout the body. Luo Ling felt that just this one time, he was...
His whole body was injured.
"Sure enough, he is an evildoer, with poisonous demonic energy!" On the roof, the old man's white eyebrows were knitted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". The ancient sword in his hand, which had no sword and was covered with scales from thin to thick on both sides of the spine, was now covered in
It turned a white and green color, and even the sleeves of one arm were covered with frost. However, the old man just gave a slight shock, and the ice power was completely forced out by him, and the ancient sword lit up brightly.
The ru white haomang.
"..." In the yard, Luo Ling was speechless. He wondered if the other party had a mental problem. Why did he talk like this? And his clothes. As long as he pulled up his long hair and inserted a wooden hairpin, the old man said that he was
Taoist priest, ten out of ten people will believe that what he says is true. Although I don't understand how there are such 'masters' in modern society, when Luo Ling lit up the opponent's sword with a white luster, he arrived.
It's a guess as to his origin.
Mo Xiqi, Xuanyuan Lieshui's teacher, is also a holy swordsman, but now it seems that it is more appropriate to say that he is a Qi practitioner. At the beginning, after competing with Xuanyuan Lieshui at the Northern Territory Station, Changfeng Ge
I once mentioned this person to Qin Qing. Although I didn't say much about him, Luo Ling was always impressed by him because of the unique homophony of his name.
If magicians can appear, it is also possible for Qi practitioners to rise again. The return of all methods is also a method of using external forces for one's own use. The difference is the cultivation method and title. In the West, it is called magic energy, and in the East, it is called magic energy.
There are six attributes of spiritual energy and magical energy, and spiritual energy can also be divided into good and evil, beneficial and dirty. In short, Luo Ling believes that at a certain time in ancient times, magical energy widely existed in the world, and the use of this energy created
The myths and legends based on the different cultural backgrounds of the East and the West, when they later disappear and lose their origin, gods will no longer be gods, and immortals will not become immortals.
"Actually, I'm not the only lucky person to break through the bottleneck." The more experience he has, the more Luo Ling feels this way. The general environment of the new era provides everyone with the opportunity to pick up ancient cultivation methods again and learn from them.
Possibility. But while he was cheering for his special power somewhere, there were also others who had mastered powerful power somewhere in the world. There would not be many such examples, but they would not be too few either.
Luo Ling's theory of environmental fairness is correct from a macro perspective. Mo Xiqi did make a big breakthrough in his cultivation two years ago, and entered the so-called realm of heaven and man in one fell swoop. No matter how he is a holy swordsman,
, whether he is a cultivator or not, Mo Xiqi actually doesn't care about the title. He has truly mastered the tyrannical power. This power has changed his life and his thoughts.
"I will give you one last chance to return the Xuanyuan Lie Water to me." Mo Xiqi slowly raised the ancient sword high, and the ivory white light shone on the sword like a blazing flame.
Green light overflowed from the cracks, causing the broad sword to emit a layer of misty frost. Luo Ling stabbed with the sword again and answered with action. Hiss! The broad sword made an excited scream as it advanced at high speed.
The weapon soul and Luo Ling's fighting spirit blended together, and Luo Ling's perception expanded to every part of the broad sword without any hindrance. The flowing green light and shadow overflowed from the broad sword, drawing a ribbon-like streak in the air.
The tail is light and magnificent.
Mo Xiqi shouted low and slashed in the air. The ancient sword turned into a huge wave of light, covering Luo Ling and his broad sword.
Boom! This time the collision was even more violent. Ru white and turquoise light exploded into a light explosion cloud with a diameter of ten meters. It was like a small moon that lit up instantly, illuminating the entire mountain village. Mo.
Xi Qi and Luo Ling were all submerged in this light.
In this attack, Luo Ling used a stab, while Mo Xiqi used a chop. The ruby-white light energy overflowing from the ancient sword eroded Luo Ling's body head-on, from head to chest, from top to bottom, and penetrated diagonally.
Later, this tyrannical energy that had melted the cast iron block like a small table directly caused a line of scars to Luo Ling, from his forehead to his chest. Even though Luo Ling tried his best to resist, his skin was still ripped open, and his head was ripped open.
Broken blood flow, especially the injury on the chest, which was more than 20 centimeters deep and visible to the bone, appeared on Luo Ling's chest a little to the left, and the entity of the ancient sword was hitting Luo Ling's broad sword.
Iron filings flew like broken snow, and it could be said that the entire broadsword was shattered into pieces by this blow.
However, the broad sword was shattered, but a condensed pure green light was still there. Although most of it was consumed by Mo Xiqi's holy light in an instant, the remaining one as thick as a thumb was as pure and bright as ice essence.
Transparent and breathtaking. For the first time, after Luo Ling shattered the sword, the ice energy was revealed in the form of outward release.
The sword was originally intended to stab the chest, but after being slashed with great force, the target was changed to the abdomen. Perhaps this was Luo Ling's true intention. He knew early on that his use of Qi was not as good as Mo Xiqi's, and he was struck by
Injury to the opponent is inevitable. It cannot be compared with force, but cruelty. Mo Xiqi's blow is a line, and Luo Ling's blow is a point. Concentrate your strength and break through a little to make up for the disadvantage in power. This is Luo Ling.
idea.
From the beginning, Mo Xiqi knew that Luo Ling was a life-threatening blow, but he could not avoid it. Avoiding it meant that he was condescending, and the sword force created by holding the ancient sword high was eliminated. The sword force was just like fighting in a battle.
The bloody energy aroused behind the drum is unparalleled and courageous. Avoiding it is equivalent to retreating from the gong. Once the gong sounds, it is even more difficult to arouse this unparalleled bloody energy.
With the fighting intention to cut the opponent's strength to the sword, Mo Xiqi struck the sword out of the air, castrating the sword decisively, without any room for turning back. However, now it only hurt the enemy, and it did not use its full strength to kill Luo Ling's body.
When the power of this stab disappears, Mo Xiqi will have to pay the price.
Luo Ling's stab was much less powerful than Mo Xiqi's attack, but it was more powerful because of its vicious position, an inch below the navel, close to the Dantian Qi sea. Although it broke through Mo Xiqi's Zhenqi Gangyi,
It only penetrated 3 centimeters into the flesh, but the power of the ice was still unstoppable and began to wreak havoc in an instant.
Bang! The two men, who had not yet exhausted their strength, faced each other with fists and flew backwards again.
Poof! Luo Ling fell to the ground unsightly, leaving a mess on the snow.
Wow! Mo Xiqi was not much better, a large piece of tiles on the roof was crushed and sunk inward.
With strong luck, Luo Ling directly froze his injury. The wound turned green and no blood was left. For the following battle, blood was precious and he could not waste it.
"Ha!" Mo Xiqi lightly scolded, and with the same luck, the freezing air that was raging in his body was sealed. His originally rosy face was green due to the freezing air, and he stood up straight, ignoring the green glow caused by the freezing air.
The light on the sword actually rose a little higher than before.
"Hey hey hey!" Luo Ling let out a low and sinister smile. He did not look at Mo Xiqi, but at the icy green light at the front of the dagger.
Feeling the excitement of the weapon soul and experiencing the feeling of the true energy being released, Luo Ling had entered a special state, a state where he put aside everything and devoted himself to killing.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and when the fighting prowess is equal, what we fight for is courage and wisdom, which is a ruthless energy. Be ruthless to the enemy, and be ruthless to yourself. Injuries are exchanged for injuries. This is how lives are exchanged. This is how Luo Ling is
What he thinks and does, this is his wild way.
Seeing the grinning Luo Ling below, Mo Xiqi guessed what kind of person the other person was. "He is actually a war idiot!" Mo Xiqi was a little disappointed. His master once told him that there is a kind of warrior who knows how to fight.
This is a very strange ability, that is, you can force yourself into a desperate situation, and reach a state where life and death are not a concern. This is a kind of self-hypnosis ability, but if you want to practice it, you must not only have extremely high talent, but also experience great emotions.
It takes setbacks and countless life-and-death battles. People who are capable of this are called war crazy. They are crazy for fighting, but they are by no means stupid.
A person who is fearless of life and death is terrifying, especially when this person possesses extremely strong combat power. Mo Xiqi's heart was already a little lacking in confidence, and he already had some intention of retreating.
Luo Ling would not let Mo Xiqi retreat. He held a grudge like a wolf, and once he got into a tough battle, he would not stop fighting. The third time, Luo Ling shot out again. In his hands, the energy was consumed at an alarming rate.
The Sword of Light, this time, there is no need to stab, this time, someone must lie down.
Mo Xiqi was also unwilling to delay any longer. He was already very old, and his energy and physical strength were restricted. The ice power in his body was only temporarily blocked. The longer it was delayed, the harder it would be to recover. In addition, the energy consumption was intense.
It is wisest to resolve the battle in a short time.
Therefore, this time the confrontation between the two was no longer a blacksmith-style one-shot decision. Mo Xiqi avoided Luo Ling's obvious attack and began to show off another skill he was proud of, sword skills.
As for Luo Ling, his advantage is that in addition to his true energy, he also has the power of demonic energy at his disposal.
The thorns growing from his back and chest gave Luo Ling dozens of extra hands and dozens of swords. His attack method is nothing more than sweeping and vertical slashes in all directions, but this simple move is better than the tricky angle.
, the speed is extremely fast, making people unable to guard against it.
Mo Xiqi's sword skills were not even a little bit higher than Luo Ling's. With one sword, relying only on his sword skills, body skills and the use of his true energy, he was able to fight both defensively and offensively in the face of Luo Ling's stormy all-round attacks.
, sound and color. The white sword light created countless arcs around him, and Luo Ling's thorny tentacles, which had lost their strength, were constantly being cut off, growing, cutting off again, and growing again.
Relying on the amount of energy he could squander, Luo Ling started a rogue style of play when his speed, strength, and skills had no advantage at all. He would insist on killing this old man.
Mo Xiqi was helpless. It was not easy for him to get away now, and he was not dominant in running long distances. In terms of long Qi pulse and chakra assistance, Luo Ling was by no means inferior to him. Mo Xiqi could only
It is a careful calculation, using as little energy as possible to consume as much of the opponent's energy as possible. The energy controlled by the opponent is amazing, and in such a fierce battle, it will not last too long.
Just as Mo Xiqi guessed, this style of fighting consumes a lot of energy for Luo Ling. Not only does the thorn vines grow out, but if there is not enough power on each root, Mo Xiqi will not even look at it.
, ordinary thorn tentacles cannot break his cloth, but those thorn vines that breathe out cold light and are full of true energy are the real threat. Mo Xiqi mainly protects against attacks from such vines.
The two fought from the roof to the house, and from the house to the outside. They both wanted to tear each other to pieces immediately, but they had to be very careful and patient to avoid being taken advantage of. After the battle,
Mo Xiqi's true fire was also completely aroused. The growth rate of the demon in front of him made him frightened. Many of the skills that were originally only his, were seen and used by Luo Ling several times.
She has learned something. For Luo Ling, who has low skills, every time he learns more, his strength will obviously increase. With every increase, Mo Xiqi will spend more energy to deal with the enemy, and his skills will also decrease.
The faster he leaked, he felt that his abilities were almost exhausted, and he was simply feeding the enemy! "Even if it takes a little bit of damage, even if it's half life, I have to kill him here. If I don't kill him at this time,
, it will definitely become a big trouble!" Mo Xiqi became cruel.
For Luo Ling, progress is really fast under such circumstances. He has to be fast, otherwise he will die. He is completely learning to perform on a tightrope. In order to maintain offensive suppression, he not only consumes energy at a crazy speed, but also works hard
Despite being injured, Mo Xiqi had already caused injuries to him six times. Although they were all caused by sword light, they continued to weaken his combat effectiveness. Only by improving his skills as much as possible can he make up for this.
weaken.
The fierce battle to the death lasted until the fifteenth minute. The house had been demolished by the aftermath of the energy released by the two people, and all the stone walls collapsed, with more than half of them shattered. All the snow on the ground melted and turned into water vapor.
It fell, causing the surrounding area to become muddy, and the aftermath of free energy spread everywhere, as if countless fireflies were sprinkled in the sky, and the light and mist were blurred.
Mo Xiqi no longer lived up to her original coolness and immortality, but was covered in mud and water, and was panting. Luo Ling was even worse. The magic patterns on his body had faded, and too many wounds, large and small, had been frozen, making his movements look like
They were as stiff as zombies. However, the murderous intent in their eyes was even stronger. It could be said that,