Martial Arts of Longevity: Start from Practicing Yi Jin Jing

"Who moved the hand!"

Taoist Tianyan's voice was low, and the three-foot long sword called "Fang Cun" in his hand burst out bursts of sword cries.

Under the sound of the sword, tens of thousands of air-powered long swords hovering between the sky and the earth suppressed one after another, killing the four ancestors of the aristocratic families below.

Horror coercion enveloped the four of them, and death kept approaching.

"Since you don't want to say it, then the old man naturally doesn't want to spend more time talking."

"You all die."

As soon as the words fell, the sword energy drooped mightily.

The four patriarchs of the family, who are already in the half-step Nascent Soul stage, still want to struggle at this moment.

But in the face of the wrath of the powerhouse in the transformation stage, any struggle is futile.

When the sky filled with sword energy poured down, the ancestors of the four aristocratic families didn't even have a chance to scream or were swallowed by thousands of sword energy.

After the sword energy dissipated, there were only dust everywhere.

The ancestors of the four aristocratic families are dead.

Seeing this scene, Nalan's stubborn face was extremely gloomy.

He looked at Ye Tiancheng who was at the side.

The latter was kneeling on the ground at this moment, trembling uncontrollably all over his body, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Ancestor"

Whispering in his mouth, he obviously didn't want to believe what he saw.

"The chief disciple of Qingshan Peak, right?"

"Dare to act so arrogantly and domineeringly during the foundation building period, right?"

"Today, the old man will let you know how vulnerable you so-called geniuses are in the face of absolute strength!"

Taoist Tianyan's eyes slowly fell on Ye Tiancheng.

Layers of murderous intent burst out from his body.

The tens of thousands of air-powered long swords that had killed the ancestors of the four aristocratic families were condensed into shape again, and they moved towards Ye Tiancheng to suppress them.

"Old man Tianyan, how dare you!"

Realizing that something bad happened, Nalan's stubborn expression changed instantly, and the breath around him burst out unreservedly, and he shouted angrily.

"Why don't you dare, old man?"

"Could it be that you are only allowed to kill my disciple, and I am not allowed to kill your disciple?"

"This world is where the weak eat the strong. If you have the ability, fight this old man!"

Taoist Tianyan looked at Nalan, who was trapped in the sword array, for his stubbornness, his eyes were full of disdain.

With a slight wave of his hand, he rushed forward with a mighty sword energy, and chopped off one of Ye Tiancheng's arms in an instant.

"It is said that you are destined to enter the stage of becoming a god in the future. Today, the old man will let you see what the stage of transforming into a god is!"

Taoist Tianyan hooked his fingers, and another arm of Ye Tiancheng was cut off.

Waves of pain spread throughout Ye Tiancheng's whole body in an instant, his eyes widened with anger, but he was powerless to fight back when he wanted to resist.

"Old man Tianyan!"

"you wanna die!"

Seeing this scene, Nalan roared stubbornly, his body burst out with endless murderous aura, layers of murderous aura enveloped his body, he broke free from the shackles of the sword formation forcibly, and killed Taoist Tianyan.

The chief disciple whom he was most proud of had his arms chopped off one after another, which was a great loss to Ye Tiancheng and Qing Shanfeng.

Seeing Nalan's stubbornness charging towards him, Taoist Tianyan sneered and said, "Noisy."

Taoist Tianyan raised his sword-holding hand and said loudly, "A square inch of heaven and earth!"

In an instant, the surrounding space began to make tearing sounds continuously.

Countless auras gathered towards this place from all directions, and unexpectedly surrounded the swooping Nalan stubborn.

"Don't worry, the old man will let you be buried with your beloved disciple."

"Just need you to wait a little longer."

"The old man hopes that you can witness his death with your own eyes."

Taoist Tianyan released the Fangcun sword from his hand, using the sword as the eye to imprison Nalan's stubbornness within a square inch of space.

Looking at Taoist Tianyan who was slowly approaching Ye Tiancheng, Nalan roared stubbornly: "Taoist Tianyan! Don't you fear that Qiyue Sword House will punish you by doing this?"

Taoist Tianyan smiled lightly when he heard this.

The expression on his face was a bit ferocious, and he said in a deep voice: "Now I know that I have moved out of Qiyue Sword Mansion."

"It's a pity that your wishful thinking may come to nothing. I might as well tell you directly that after today, Qiyue Sword Mansion will only have 32 peaks."

"From now on, your Qingshan Peak will become history and cease to exist!"

After saying that, Taoist Tianyan had already walked up to Ye Tiancheng who had lost his arms, and put one hand on the latter's head.

In the next moment, thousands of giant forces poured down.

Ye Tiancheng's body trembled slightly, and his head exploded directly, splashing red and white things.

"No!"

Nalan roared stubbornly, his whole body was covered with killing intent.

At this moment, he just wants to kill the guy in front of him and avenge his disciple!

"Old man Nalan, does it feel good for a disciple to die in front of you?"

Taoist Tianyan wiped his hands, and his eyes fell on Nalan's stubborn body.

The latter gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Taoist Tianyan, why is this so!"

"If you want to kill the old man's disciple, the old man will kill your disciple."

"It's a tit for tat thing."

"If your strength is comparable to this old man, you can naturally avenge your disciple."

"It's a pity that your strength is not enough. If that's the case, then you will die together with your ineffective disciple!"

Taoist Tianyan appeared in front of Nalan's stubborn body in a flash.

He stretched out his hand to hold the square-inch sword that served as the eye of the formation, and thousands of killing intent burst out from his whole body.

"There's no room for maneuver?"

Nalan stubbornly took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

He knew that the current self could not be the opponent of this guy in front of him.

The gap between the half-step god transformation stage and the real god transformation stage is still too big.

"Do you think there is room for maneuver?"

"If you and I switch places today, will you give me a chance?"

Taoist Tianyan sneered.

Immediately he said indifferently: "Let's fight, at least I won't be aggrieved."

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two people jumped into the air, both of them stood with long swords in their hands.

Lu Qi looked at his master's figure like a banished immortal, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He said with difficulty: "In this life, I will not regret joining Master's sect!"

"boom!"

Above the sky, Taoist Tianyan and Nalan stubbornly fought an astonishing battle.

The two were able to fight hard at first.

But the more times they fought each other, the stubborn weakness of Nalan became more and more obvious.

After all, Taoist Tianyan has entered the stage of transforming gods, and his every move is followed by the Dao.

Although Nalan's stubbornness has also touched the threshold of the transformation stage, it's a pity that the gap between the two sides is really too big.

Even if the latter played all his cards, it would be difficult for him to fight against Taoist Tianyan, as his body was split several times by the square inch sword.

The blood had already soaked through the blue clothes, and the breath of the whole person was extremely weak at this moment.