Enter the Immortal Cultivation

[Leader’s update 2/5]

Jia Chenglie is in the middle stage of the golden elixir, while Lian Xin has only just formed the elixir and is in the early stage of the golden elixir. However, all the skills of the Tianshulou monks are in the book of that day. Now that the two sides were close, it was the Luochen Sword Palace monk who was a sword cultivator who had the upper hand.

If Lian Xin really takes the credit, this Jia Chenglie will probably suffer a big loss.

However, Jia Chenglie seemed confident and took a step closer while waving his fan.

Lian Xingsu raised his hand and was about to stab with an exquisite sword technique. However, Lian Xinjie, with quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed his junior sister and lowered his voice: "Junior sister! The situation now... is not right... don't cause too much trouble!"

Lian Xinjie's original intention was to say, "We are undercover now, so we don't want to draw attention to ourselves." But when these words fell into Jia Chenglie's ears, they had a different meaning. He smiled and said: "It's better for you to recognize your brother-in-law. You are already a sinner, so don't cause more trouble."

Lian Xinjie struggled a few times, but was tightly held by Lian Xinjie. Even though I felt aggrieved in my heart, I had to suppress it in the end.

"Tsk, tsk." Jia Chenglie seemed to be expecting Lian Xinjie or Lian Xinjie to attack him. He shook his head regretfully and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity. Brother Lian, sword cultivators must be proud. What you are doing is unreasonable. What swordsmanship, what swordsmanship?"

Although Lian Xinjie was furious in his heart, he didn't express anything. Ever since he changed his ambition on the Chinese mainland, the sword in his heart was broken, and he was no longer qualified to be called a "sword cultivator".

He was thinking about how to get rid of these people when. Something hit his leg. Lian Xinjie looked down and was almost frightened. Wang Qi actually pushed Mi to his side, made a gesture like "you protect her", and then pulled out his sword. Sweep forehand. The sharp wind brought by the sword edge, combined with Ruoyouruowu's bloody aura, flew into the faces of the Tianshulou disciples.

"If you want to fight, I'll do it."

This voice is not Wang Qi's original pronunciation. His vocal cords and tongue have also been slightly adjusted, making them deeper than before, with a hint of hoarseness and stiffness, as if he had really not spoken for a long time.

Lian Xinjie was about to collapse. The two of us auxiliary staff worked so hard for this mission. Boss, how come you couldn't stand it and rushed out?

He wanted to rush over and hold Wang Qi. but. Mi seemed to be obediently holding the corner of Lian Xinjie's clothes, but her fingers were carving words on Lian Xinjie's waist.

In Lian Xinjie's mind, Mi is a great demon in human form. He didn't dare to ignore what this "old senior" meant. The monks at Luochen Sword Palace are sword cultivators, and their mastery of the body is second only to martial arts cultivators. They clearly sensed what the great demon wanted to convey: "You are a sword cultivator, what should you do to be normal?"

Lian Xinjie's heart trembled. He was not a professionally trained spy after all. It was a temporary rebellion. In addition, he was a straightforward swordsman before, and his temperament was far from that of a professional spy. Under such circumstances, he made various inappropriate responses.

In contrast, Wang Qi's response was more in line with Jian Xiu's usual behavior.

If there is dirt in your heart, brush it away with your sword.

A word of disagreement leads to life and death. This is the style of sword cultivator.

However, Wang Qi didn't think so much. The reason why he rushed forward was because of the instruction given by Zhen Shanzi in his mind: "There is something wrong with this person. Go and try."

The boss Mahayana couldn't use his spiritual sense to detect these low-level monks, so he could only ask Wang Qi to test them.

Wang Qi also seems to know. What is the purpose of provoking Lian Xinjie for this guy who focuses all his practice on his natal magic weapon?

Even a fool can see that he was clearly provocative just now, as if he wanted to anger Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinxin so that they could attack him.

Wang Qi was really curious, so he simply fulfilled this guy's wish and let him see what secrets there were.

Wang Qi held out his sword. This sword is neither "fast" nor "fast", but it is extremely "stable", neither slow nor fast, calm and elegant. It leaves a lot of room for changes in the attack. Probing attack, "Phoenix Shu Xiang".

Although it is just a tentative swordsmanship, what is Wang Qi's own swordsmanship level? Ignoring the difference in mana, even a strong person in the distraction stage can fight head-on. At this moment, he has blocked all his advantages as a cultivator of Jinfa, but his knowledge and experience in "skill" are still there. He uses this kind of swordsmanship from a high position, even better than a genuine disciple of Luochen Sword Palace like Lian Xinjie!

But the Tianshulou disciple moved his steps slightly, and the folding fan in his hand swayed slightly, hitting Wang Qi's sword hilt. As soon as the fan touched the sword spine, a green light flashed immediately. Some kind of spell had been activated unknowingly, binding the long sword in Wang Qi's hand.

Wang Qi was not very alarmed. How can there be any superb martial arts skills in Tianshu Tower? Even if Jia Chenglie is in the middle stage of Jindan and his physical strength is still higher than that of Wang Qi, the gap in close-quarters skills cannot be made up. Wang Qi exerted force with his thumb, causing the long sword to vibrate. He continued to use Luochen Sword Palace's various sword moves with his fan. The smile on Jia Chenglie's face did not change. Although his whole body was moved by Wang Qi's sword, his fan always stuck to Wang Qi's sword. He was not injured and his steps were calm and unhurried.

This is obviously an extremely advanced footwork!

Lian Xinjie was shocked. This guy is a monk from Tianshu Tower. He wouldn't be surprised if he could escape light or shrink to an inch. However, this is actually a brilliant force-relieving footwork?

On the other side, the followers that Jia Chenglie brought with him shouted: "What a great Spring and Autumn footwork! What a great way to avoid the real and attack the fake! Young Master Jia's Confucian martial arts has already been practiced to some extent!"

At the same time, Zhen Chanzi exclaimed in Wang Qi's mind: "The matching footwork of the medieval Confucian martial arts "Spring and Autumn Wind and Moon View"? No, that's not right, it seems to be true but not true... It seems to be something else?"

While everyone was exclaiming, Wang Qi and Jia Chenglie had already tried each other's moves. Jia Chenglie smiled and said: "The "Piece of Snow Unstained Sword Art"? The true teaching of Luochen Sword Palace! This person is quite unfamiliar. There are more than ten direct disciples of Luochen Sword Palace. I have seen them. I wonder where you came from?"

He was thinking in his heart that the swordsmanship of this disciple of Luochen Sword Palace seemed to be not weak, but his cultivation had just entered the Jindan stage. If he used it to sharpen himself, the effect might be better.

"So much nonsense." Wang Qi shook his wrist. Countless tiny sword qi burst out from the blade. Jia Chenglie rolled up the folding fan in his hand, let go of the long sword in Wang Qi's hand, took two steps back, and blocked all these tiny sword qi. Wang Qi snorted coldly: "Want to use us to sharpen the true meaning of martial arts? Haha."

The smile on Jia Chenglie's face disappeared for a moment, and he seemed surprised that this unfamiliar Luochen Sword Palace Jindan could reveal his plan in one fell swoop. However, he soon smiled again: "Not bad, brother, it seems that you have a much more ruthless vision than Brother Lian over there. Haha. That's right. I have indeed entered the realm of martial arts, and I will condense the true meaning of martial arts of the 'world orthodoxy'! The disciples and daughters of the Lian family, these traitors, are just right to help me nourish the righteousness in my heart and condense the true meaning!"

This heavy meaning, it doesn't matter if it is said... No, it's not that it doesn't matter. If this kind of thing is said, it will hit the confidence of these two Luochen Sword Palace disciples even more. Planting the seeds of failure in their hearts can also better please the Emperor Ji Li Tian Dao.

"As expected. That's why he deliberately provoked and suppressed Lian Xinjie from the beginning. Lian Yichen's defection has probably been exposed. For him, suppressing the betrayer is one of the means to show his orthodox identity." Zhen Chanzi analyzed: "The true meaning of martial arts is also to put martial arts first. There may be a factor that he lacks confidence, so he must rely on martial arts to defeat one or two pure martial arts practitioners."

Zhen Chanzi's analysis did not fall into the ears of the Lian brothers and sisters. Lian Xinling widened his eyes and exclaimed: "This is impossible... Half a year ago, he was just a cultivator who relied on his life magic weapon for all his skills... Why did he have such a powerful ability just by relying on his physical body?"

Is this not in accordance with the way of heaven?

Jia Chenglie laughed: "This is my method! Take my move, and fight for a hundred battles in the Spring and Autumn Period!"

Jia Chenglie seemed to be extremely arrogant and fearless. It seems that he does not take the cultivators of Luochen Sword Palace seriously at all. However, he himself did not have the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy. He used continuous palm power as soon as he started, as if he wanted to rely on close combat to forcefully suppress the opponent and prevent Wang Qi from combining the various powerful changes in the swordsmanship of Luochen Sword Palace. The artistic conception of swords and killings emerged with Jia Chenglie's palm power, and the artistic conception of the iron-blooded battlefield was actually displayed in a small space. The meaning of golden swords and iron horses. Steadily suppress the opponent.

As the swords and palms collided, the sound of metal collisions spread in all directions. Wang Qi felt as if an ancient battlefield was pressing on him, with countless iron hooves and wheels rolling over him. The air around him seemed to solidify, and even the swordsmanship produced a little stagnation.

Seeing this scene, Lian Xinjie clenched his fists, anxious in his heart, as if he was thinking about whether to rush over to help Wang Qi. He knew that although this "Junior Brother Xia" also used a sword, he was not the same as them, the ancient method cultivators, and never paid attention to "nurturing the sword intent in the chest". In this kind of confrontation, it is difficult to defeat the opponent without arousing suspicion.

Mi Xiao's strength in his hand increased slightly. Although this is nothing for a Jindan stage cultivator, how could Lian Xinjie dare to ignore the opinion of this "great demon above the transformation stage"? He immediately stopped the intention of taking action, and at the same time pulled Lian Xinling.

The group of followers had already cheered, as if their master had won. In the fierce fight between the two, a certain "temperament" in Jia Chenglie became stronger and stronger. His momentum was like an eagle, soaring straight up, pointing directly to the sky.

He was right. He only needed the last half step to transform his will into essence and magic power, combine it with the martial arts he practiced, and condense it into martial arts fist.

Every collision between the long sword and the flesh palm was like forging iron, "beating" the embryonic form of his martial arts fist to be more refined and more powerful.

——This silly boy, his swordsmanship is not weaker than Lian Xinjie, and his sword energy is quite sharp, but his magic power is inferior to mine, so he can be used as a whetstone!

Jia Chenglie felt more and more happy as he fought, and gradually a strange confidence grew in his heart.

——I can already defeat the sword cultivator purely by martial arts!

In an instant, he seemed to have broken through a layer of obstacles, and the magic power in his body flowed smoothly, and in his palm, there was actually a taste of horse neighing and war roaring.

At this moment, a faint smell of blood appeared again.

Wang Qi's faint voice came into Jia Chenglie's ears: "That's it?" (To be continued ~^~)