Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 266: Ding furnace

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Nanze Dashan Canyon.

The huge bonfire in the middle seemed to flicker under the blowing of the night breeze. As time passed, the wood around the bonfire was gradually burned out, so the light was not as bright as before. It is with a hint of dark color.

Li Hechao drank a little while surrounded by a group of elite disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion, and at the same time, he became more and more excited. After taking a sip from the wine jar, Li Hechao pursed his lips and looked around Li, surprised. "Hey, what about Zhu Liangjun, how come you haven't come back after so long."

"Brother Li, I think Brother Zhu is drunk too much. He may hide where he is lying and dare not come to drink." The long and thin young man who looked like a monkey smiled and said.

As soon as the young man's words came out, all the disciples of the blood evil pavilion surrounding him laughed, and even Li Hechao laughed loudly.

"Boom~"

An invisible aura suddenly filled this gorge, and what followed was an aura of spiritual pill realm cultivation erupting, and the fluctuation of spiritual power instantly penetrated the gorge.

Li Hechao's complexion suddenly changed, and the drunkenness of his whole body suddenly became sober. When he saw that this spiritual power fluctuation was spreading from a secret sight, he instantly understood something, but he thought it was just Zhu Liangjun coveted that woman's beauty and couldn't help but use strong ones.

Those drunk disciples of the blood evil pavilion were instantly awakened by the fluctuation of this spiritual power. They were in this canyon to guard the passage of the same mountain's abdomen. Now there is a sudden spiritual fluctuation, they naturally dare not care, after all They already knew the news that Yaolushan, the dead opponent of the Blood Fiend Pavilion, had long been nearby. Moreover, the matter this time is not trivial. It is related to the life and death of the sect. The pavilion master has long given the order to die, so these disciples of them dare not care about any trouble.

"Brother Li, what's the situation, do you want to go and see it?" A disciple of the Blood Fiend Pavilion next to Li Hechao asked in a deep voice. Looking solemnly at the secret cell a hundred meters away. Not only him, but even the other disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion looked in that direction, the spiritual power in his body had slowly started to work, and he was ready to deal with accidents at any time.

"Well, let's go. Let's take a look. I think Zhu Liangjun can't help but understand the thing below. Even the person I dedicated to the master dares to understand." Li Hechao said in an unpleasant voice.

However, when the voice just fell, his pupils contracted, because he suddenly felt something was not right, his face immediately became tense, and then he shouted loudly. Because of the tension, his voice became a little sharper. stand up.

"That spiritual power fluctuation is not the breath of Zhu Liangjun boy at all, it does not have the breath of our blood evil pavilion. The enemy attack!"

The disciples of the blood evil pavilion all around immediately changed their expressions, and their spiritual powers turned instantly, and their auras bloomed. Everyone’s magic weapon is held in hand.

"Hey, don't you just find out now that it is too late." A faint voice came from the air, which made Li Hechao and the others be shocked, and quickly looked up into the air.

I saw a young man with red lips and white teeth standing in the air. He said with a faint smile on his face. The young man stepped on the flying sword and held a palm-sized eight-sided mirror in his left hand. It was Song Yuansheng.

And there are three figures beside this young man. A glamorous and icy figure, with an icy blue slender flying sword on its feet, wobbly, a plain dress floating in the air like a flower. At this moment, the woman looked down with a cold face.

There is also a young girl with empty hands and a relaxed expression. She stepped on a wooden sword under her feet and looked down at them with her cute eyes. Although the girl stepped on just a wooden sword, she looked at the surrounding luster. Not an ordinary wooden sword.

The last figure is a little weaker than the other three, wearing a black brocade, carrying a simple scabbard, and riding on a blue and white slender flying sword that exudes chills, frowning and looking unkind. Look at them.

None of the four auras are weak, and the aura that radiates from the whole body is particularly dazzling under the night, which makes Li Hechao like falling into an ice cave, look at the appearance of the imperial sword, three of them are even higher than him. At the end, there were three Nascent Soul Stages, and one Ling Pill Stage was comparable to him.

This makes Ta Xin have miserable words. He has such a cultivation base at a young age. It is no fault that he has gone away. No one can think of a few young people with such a cultivation base. This is not Yaolushan. His disciple, after so many years of fierce rivalry, he knew that he couldn't teach such a disciple with the background of Yaolushan.

Thinking of this, Li Hechao suddenly felt hope in his heart. The figure exploded, exuding a thick **** sword into the air, watching the four people in front of him cautiously asked, "I don't know who these people are." At this time, some disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion were controlling all kinds of things. The magic weapon stepped into the void, standing behind Li Hechao.

"The one who wants your life!" After Zhao Jiuge said this, he didn't care about the three or seventy-one. He stamped his right foot and stood in the air like that, raising his right hand, and the'Han Ming' sword fell into his palm. .

Then he swung his sword directly involuntarily, splashing with silver light. Sword Qi was surging, and he went directly to Li Hechao and the disciple Xue Ha Ge behind him. After killing Zhu Liangjun in the past, the four directly slaughtered some of the Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples guarding the canyon with their swords, and then turned around before they came over them.

Song Rujing had already suffocated her stomach for a long time. Seeing Zhao Jiuge took the lead, she wasn't far behind. She imagined a two-foot-sized green Ruyi in her hand. The whole body was emerald green and bright in color.

This magic weapon is called'Bitian Ruyi', and it is a powerful spiritual weapon, which is deeply loved by Song Rujing. Because they have a wide range of content, no matter how proficient in Taoist formations and swords, she And Song Yuansheng's abilities are also different. This is not at all a model like other schools.

Song Rujing’s white and tender palms were so casually lifted, and the aquamarine rays of light rolled up, like a small thread, instantly facing the blood evil pavilion disciple on the ground, each ray of light was peaceful. The breath, combined with Song Rujing's strength in the late Yuan Ying stage, directly crushed and wiped out the seven or eight disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion on the ground.

The seven or eight disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion who have not been lifted off are already weaker than others. When Song Rujing is a girl, she can't even resist. You must know that her strength is now fully capable of showing up. The real power of the device.

Zhao Jiuge's eyes saw that Song Rujing's action brought such a big effect, and couldn't help but smack his tongue. This strength was even more changeable than that of Shasha.

Li Hechao saw that in an instant, seven or eight disciples died of Huangquan’s death, and his heart was shocked and angry. The number of their **** evil pavilion sect was originally small, so many died suddenly, and the most important thing was the three. He couldn't resist Yingjing at all, the elders were all down the mountain, and the only hope now was to delay time and wait for the master to come up.

There is no time to consider the others, because Zhao Jiuge's sword aura has already criss-crossed against them.

"Come with me." Li Hechao yelled, and moved first, choking his hands firmly.

A group of **** aura emerged, and then the air exuded a strong smell of blood type. Some of the disciples behind Li Hechao also did the same action, while the other disciples who were too late to move directly took the magic weapon in their hand and scrolled directly. Spiritual energy is against Zhao Jiuge's sword energy.

Then a group of rich **** aura appeared in front of Li Hechao, and the **** aura continued to converge. As soon as the sword aura touched this pile of blood, Zhao Jiuge clearly felt that it was difficult to move an inch, as if there was a kind of stickiness. I feel that Jian Qi can't display that sharp edge.

Zhao Jiuge was a little surprised, thinking that the methods of these demons were too weird, it is no wonder that so many cultivators have lost their nature and are willing to follow this path because of their fast cultivation speed and strong strength. Under the same cultivation base, the strength of demons is much stronger than them.

Then Li Hechao's heart moved, and the **** aura with the fishy wind and the aura from the magic weapons attacked Zhao Jiuge instead. Zhao Jiuge couldn't help it in an instant, after all, he was only a cultivation base in the middle of the spirit pill realm, facing a dozen people.

Song Yuansheng and Lin Banruo were not prepared to take action, but instead looked at the exit of the tunnel that led to the mountain not far away, because they faintly felt that the monks with the Nascent Soul Stage cultivation base came up. But seeing this at the moment, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but had to take action.

Beautiful eyes move slightly. Lin Banruo was white and slender, directly holding the natal flying sword in his hand, and using the Hundred Foil Sword Jue, suddenly the pink sword light with a phantom slashed towards the **** aura.

Song Yuansheng's Feijian still stepped on his feet, turning his left hand over, and the eight-sided treasure mirror lying quietly in his palm immediately faced down.

This eight-sided mirror appears in three colors: black and white and brown and yellow. The outermost layer of the mirror is brown and yellow, showing eight sides, with spiritual patterns flowing on each side, while the middle is black and white. A circle of edges is painted to wrap Zhu in the mirror.

This mirror is called ‘Eight-Edged Magic Mirror’. Although it was only a low-grade spiritual weapon, it was more effective against the evil spirits that absorbed people's essence and blood.

Under Song Yuansheng's urging, as soon as spiritual energy was infused into this "octagonal mirror," the surface of the mirror immediately shone a bright and transparent beam of light. When this beam of light shone on the **** spiritual light. The thick and difficult **** aura suddenly melted, like a glacier met the scorching sun.

It's just that this kind of ablation became extremely slow after a while, with Song Yuansheng's help, the Hundred Flower Sword Qi immediately shattered the aura from the group of magic weapons. At this time, the **** aura was completely ablated.

In spite of this, Lin Banruo and Song Yuansheng's brows were still slightly frowned, and both of them felt the special attributes contained in the spiritual power just like Zhao Jiuge just now, which was more difficult to deal with.

Li Hechao saw that the two cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm broke through the cup that everyone joined together easily. He was shocked, and there was some despair at the same time. Just when he didn't know what to do, a voice suddenly sounded. Under this quiet night sky, Li Hechao suddenly showed joy.

"Hahaha, it's a rare encounter with such a few good furnaces. Today, the old man is really lucky."

The voice was loud, enveloped by spiritual power, from far to near, so that the entire canyon could be heard clearly, and three figures came from the exit of the tunnel.

Three auras flashed in the void instantly to the middle of this canyon, and also stood in the void.

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