Reborn Enemy

"You still have such a hard mouth, you can't escape, just accept death obediently." The Old and Sick Daoist snorted.

"Who am I afraid of!" Yan Sen was out of breath, bleeding all over his body. Compared with other people in the formation, he received the most attacks and consumed the most. He didn't even have time to deal with his injuries. He probably knew it himself. He couldn't last long, and shouted, "Duan, come out!"

There was no response, and the elders of the Duan family didn't know the inside story, so they were a little inexplicable.

Yan Sen cursed: "Duan Liu, you fucking fucked up? Where are you?"

"Senior, are you calling me?" Duan Qingming really appeared, he was still sitting on the embroidered couch, surrounded by black air, the ghost thorns transformed by the array did not attack him, and everyone parried left and right, making him more relaxed.

"Stop pretending to be stupid!"

"There are so many people with the surname Duan present, I thought the seniors didn't like me."

"You bastard..." Yan Sen dodged the attack of the old and sick real man, but his leg was stabbed by a ghost thorn. He didn't bother to scold him, and said bluntly, "I'll tell you the truth, I took my apprentices to make swords. If I didn’t pass on the soul sword to anyone, I would die now, but since I created the soul sword flow, how can I let it be annihilated in the cultivation world? It’s cheap for you, you take it, and give it to whoever you want.”

The person he most wanted to kill was probably Duan Qingming. At this moment, Duan Qingming was asked to help inherit the soul sword style. Except for Gu Pinglin, everyone was surprised.

Duan Qingming was not moved at all when he heard these words: "I have taken the most exciting part of the Soul Sword Stream, and as for the rest, there is no need to pass it on."

He actually doesn't want the famous inheritance of the soul sword style, and now even the old and sick real person slowed down his offensive, "hehe" twice: "That's right, it took hundreds of years to refine a broken sword, and he himself is a treasure , no one wants it, hahaha."

Yan Sen was furious, his eyes rounded, and he yelled angrily: "Fart, how dare you look down on me?"

"Yes," Duan Qingming was furious, "I rely on refining other people's sword souls to improve, it's just an inferior way of swords that relies on the existence of foreign objects."

Yan Sen yelled: "Ignore your ancestor! I told you to..."

"Gu Ying's swordsmanship is inheritance," Gu Pinglin interrupted him suddenly, "The most exciting part of Soul Sword Style has been preserved. As for the others, isn't it the defect you want to correct? The defect, throw it away."

Yan Sen didn't scold any more, and his movements slowed down. He hit several swords in a row. He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he didn't care about the injury. He retorted: "What is this! The trick of breaking the surface with a point is not considered an inheritance!"

Duan Qingming said unhurriedly: "Who calls the Soul Sword Stream only one advantage."

Yan Sen jumped towards him.

Gu Pinglin said: "If senior thinks that other parts of the Soul Sword Stream need to be passed on, you might as well hand it over to me."

Yan Sen stopped being angry when he heard the words, and smiled strangely: "My Soul Sword Flow is a skill for killing people and refining souls. If you find a successor disciple, you will kill tens of thousands of people. Are you really willing to accept it?"

"Of course." Gu Pinglin said.

When Bu Shuihan heard it, he hurriedly turned his head and warned: "The devil's practice is a scourge, the head master think twice!"

Gu Pinglin ignored it, and insisted: "Including the soul wood sword, you can also give it to me. What do you think, senior?"

He was so forthright that Yan Sen stopped talking.

Seeing this, Gu Pinglin asked: "Could it be that senior can't trust me?"

Yan Sen still didn't answer.

Young Master Lu finally said: "As a demon cultivator, I would also like to pass it on to my predecessors. I will try to combine the Soul Sword Style with the Ghost Dao technique to create a Soul Sword Style suitable for cultivation in Duyin."

"What are you!" Yan Sen finally reacted, and said contemptuously, "I use the soul sword to kill all over the cultivation world, but you will only hide in the corner and practice secretly. It's useless, fusion is a fart! Once Duyin is broken, you have to go back to the corner, what qualifications do you have to inherit my soul sword style!"

No matter how good-tempered Mr. Lu was, he couldn't help it: "How do you know that I will definitely lose?"

Yan Sen laughed and said, "I don't know you won't lose, but I know he won't lose."

Gu Pinglin wandered through the cracks of the formation attack, and threw Zhou Caiqin to Yu Wuxue again, and then said: "Every time the soul sword is upgraded, a higher sword soul is required. The further you go, the fewer suitable sword repairs. If you can't get rid of this dependence, it will be difficult to prove the soul sword style. Gu Ying's swordsmanship has its strengths and avoids its weaknesses. name?"

"fart!"

"As long as Gu Ying's swordsmanship exists, the soul sword flow will exist."

"fart!"

"Isn't it?"

"You..." Yan Sen gritted his teeth again and again, "You are so fucking bad, as bad as Duan Liu bastard, and I was plotted by you, why do you think it makes sense!"

The soul wood sword swung away, and the black thorns and demon souls close to him were all crushed!

He screamed a few times unwillingly, and finally laughed again, pointing in the direction of Duan Qingming: "Not bad, not bad! No wonder you are crazy, but you still have to respect me as a senior! You have inherited the soul sword style long ago , the day you prove the way with Gu Ying's swordsmanship is the time when my soul sword will prove the way, hahahahahaha!"

Facing the ridicule, Duan Qingming did not respond.

Gu Pinglin saw that he had figured it out, and his tone was more gentle: "From a medicine man who is at the mercy of others to a sword demon who has developed a line of swordsmanship, looking at the cultivation world, is there anyone who does not know the soul sword style? Senior died today, and this life is not in vain."

Yan Sen became more and more happy: "You speak better than the little bastard. For the sake of these few words, I will help you."

The soul wood sword fell from mid-air, and he reached out to catch it in his hand, completely ignoring the attack, allowing the ghost thorns to pierce his body, and being pierced by several sword qi through his heart, he didn't die immediately, presumably because of the cultivation of soul power.He lowered his head and touched the blade of the soul wood sword, feeling the struggling sword soul on it, and laughed: "The bastard surnamed Duan doesn't need you, you are the first and last soul sword in the cultivation world, for the purpose of refining You, I used 2 sword repair souls, and now I will add the last one for you."

Seeing this, everyone probably guessed what he was going to do, and they all concentrated, even the old and sick real person stopped attacking.

"The Soul Sword Style must be passed on, and the realm of cultivation cannot be the land of Duyin," Gu Pinglin shouted sharply, "Everyone, get ready!"

"Mo Beidou, Sanlongshi, listen to the order!" Wei Fengshi also knew the time was coming.

Yan Sen stood where he was, with countless blood holes pierced by ghost stabs. His mouth was bleeding, and he laughed and pushed the sword into his chest with his backhand.

"You—" also possessed the most pure heart of swords, Qi Wan'er was slightly moved, wanted to stop but felt it was wrong, her expression was conflicted.

Duan Qingming said, "Senior made the right choice."

"Call you Lao Tzu!" Yan Sen pressed the hilt of the sword sharply, and the sword stabbed deeper, "You are still far away from breaking the surface with a single point. Look, what is the real soul sword flow!"

The wild laughter didn't stop, but got louder and louder.

The soul wood sword is nourished by the master's sword soul, bursting out extremely powerful soul power, condensing into the strongest move in the master's life, called: soul sword flow.

The sword energy rushed up to the sky with the power of the soul, quickly gathered in mid-air, and then fell into the sky like a torrent of black ink, breaking away layers of ghost thorns, smashing away a group of big demon souls, and rushing straight to the place where the golden light shone, it was Suo Ling The location of the array!

Yan Sen's figure disappeared, and the burst of soul power twisted him to nothing, turning him into bloody mud and merging into the soil and gravel.

The laughter still echoed, louder and more ethereal, as if it was his laughter all around.

Wei Fengshi, as the co-lord of the Demon Realm, was not as emotional as everyone else, and would not miss this rare opportunity, so he decisively ordered: "Follow me to break the formation!"

A large amount of blood flowed out of his body, congealing into blood-dripping hands, and those bloody hands were pushed forward densely. When I looked again, the layer of blood on his body had faded a lot, leaving a thin layer to cover his body. His true colors.

Gu Pinglin looked away.

Yunhe and Li Moqing from the Daoist sect have already prepared, and the 46 inner alchemy masters from the Zhengmao two Daoist groups make their moves almost at the same time, trying to shake the ghost formation!

Mr. Lu saw everyone's intentions, and the power of the ghost formation instantly increased to the extreme, obviously not enough to withstand the powerful impact of Yan Sen, Wei Fengshi, Yunhe and many other overhauling extreme moves. The birthright was shattered, the stone palace of the Heart Sword Sect collapsed, and Gu Pinglin and the others rushed to less than ten feet away from the Suo Ling Formation in the blink of an eye.

The spiritual eye is close in front of the eyes, bursting with golden light, and the Yang Talisman is floating in the sky.

In this situation, everyone's blood boiled with enthusiasm, their eyes lit up, and they no longer reserved their strength, they wanted to break through the lock spirit array in one go!

Suddenly, a familiar whisper came.

Smart words!

Who is the cultivator without demons?Now that Mr. Lu has improved his cultivation, he has taken advantage of the ghost position, and his clever words are even more powerful. Even though everyone was prepared, they have been tricked one after another. Even Wei Fengshi slowed down the attack. He reacted, and his voice was like thunder: " Everyone be careful, it's a clever talk!"

Yun He, Duan Zheng and the others were highly cultivated and broke away from the influence one after another. Nanzhu is the successor of the magic flute of the East China Sea. He suffered a loss before, and when he heard the sound, he immediately used the secret mental method to stay awake, and put the divine flute to his lips. The sound swayed intermittently, but the difference in cultivation between the two was too great, and Moxiao was no match for clever words, unable to wake up the victim, Bu Shuihan, Yao Feng and others gradually stopped moving.

Seeing that Yan Sen's moves were about to be exhausted, the ghost stabs were condensed again, and the opportunity was fleeting, and a woman's scolding broke the whispering ghost words——

"Lu Zhiren, you useless trash! You can't do anything!"

"Just earn this little money, my God, what else are you going to do, are you sincerely trying to piss me off?"

"You still let that shameless bitch stay at home, it's embarrassing, you go with your own sister!"

"Take your immortal old lady and get out!"

"Cowardly! Useless man!"

……

It's the Zhou sisters!They were only at the outer alchemy level, and they experienced many shocking moments when they entered the battle. Their pretty faces were completely pale, but they still kept in mind the task that Gu Pinglin gave them. Once the five senses that were sealed were released, they forcibly endured the fear. I yelled curses, my voice was trembling, it was because they were generous and hot-tempered, as other female cultivators, I wouldn't have the guts to swear these words in public.

Amidst the scolding, the power of clever words is greatly reduced!

The son of the Lu family in the Yinshan Mountains in the north couldn't bear the verbal humiliation of his fierce wife, the Wang family. He killed his wife and cut out his tongue, and fled overnight.

The skillful spring is born from the inner demon, how can the person who refines the clever spring resist the inner demon?

Bu Shuihan and everyone woke up one after another.

That's it!

Gu Ying dragged the ethereal purple light, Gu Pinglin recalled the sword in his hand, and took advantage of the moment when the ghost formation showed a hole, he flew towards the right front of the lock spirit formation!

The sword realm is opened, the cool wind blows, the boundless night sky reappears, and thousands of meteors fly by, whizzing like a sound.

"Stop him!" Lu Zhiren's voice was cold.

The skull finally floated up from above the ghost formation, the red tongue trembled sharply, elongated, and the tip of the tongue popped out like a sharp arrow, chasing Gu Pinglin's back!At the same time, Wen Lao and several demon masters appeared from the ghost formation, and rushed towards Gu Pinglin from both sides.

Everything happened in a flash.

With such a distance, it is impossible to break the formation before the attack arrives. Before Gu Pinglin succeeds, he is about to die under the siege, but he has no intention of avoiding it at all. He still rushes forward. undoubtedly.

"Junior Brother Gu!" Bu Shuihan's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed to rescue him desperately.

"Master Gu!"

Before everyone could pounce, the sword realm spread out first, and the long bridge reaching to the sky was endless. It was the sword light, like the moon, like frost, illuminating the ghost formation.

The swordsman in white appeared on the bridge and turned around.

The long bridge collapsed, the phantom shattered, thousands of magpies flew away, and the cold sword energy perfectly blocked the attacks from both sides, combined into one sword, and slashed towards Long Tongue.

The long bright red tongue retracted quickly, and did not forget to order: "Stop him!"

Several cultivators appeared again and stopped in front of Gu Pinglin. One of the women was very familiar, she was the third aunt Ji who married Penglai back then.

Enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other, Nanzhu said bitterly: "Master Ji! You're all going to die!"

"Governor Duan, are you breaking your promise?" Lu Zhiren's voice was finally filled with anger, his long tongue raised, turning into three phantoms, rolling towards him.

"It's you who crossed the border." His voice was even colder when he answered, the shadow of the magpie condensed into a famous wind sword, and the master in white reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and pointed to the sword formula.

rustle……

The thin sound, like the wind blowing through the leaves, came from behind.

It's sword intent, even more killing intent!

Duan Qingming suddenly turned his face sideways.

The night itself rolls back, and the Galaxy Sword Realm reappears, perfectly connecting the first half move!The coolness is deceiving, and the silver light is flying in the air, just like the sky is full of dew.

The murderous aura instantly reached behind him!

The temperature of the narrow eyes dropped suddenly, as cold as ice and snow, but the thin lips curved dangerously, and the hand holding the sword was clenched——

Suddenly, the murderous intent deftly deflected two inches and brushed past him, causing the ink to rise up and stick to Jun's face.

It was an ethereal, sharp purple sword energy.

The sword energy accurately avoided him, bringing the silver dew all over the sky to be dyed a magnificent purple.Sword Qi, Feng Lu, all greeted the long tongue curling up from the opposite side.

Silently, another handsome face passed by him, and his handsome eyes were bright and firm, looking straight ahead.

A momentary body shift, extremely fast, and extremely slow.

Like the rejuvenation of heaven and earth, the cold light disappeared without a trace in an instant, and turned into a deep smile, which settled in the eyes, and the hand holding the sword was slowly lowered.

Fenglu's sword blocked him like an arrow with a long tongue, and a tall and tall figure stood in front of him, with a horizontal sword on his chest and a black cloak flying.

The earth shook, there was a loud noise, and the golden light flourished!The pillar of air emerges from the spiritual eyes, with powerful force, it breaks through the yang talisman, goes straight up into the sky, and the yang energy returns to the heaven and the earth!

The spirit lock array is broken!

Under the impact of Yang Qi, the overwhelming Yin Qi gradually faded, and the vision became clearer.

There was no cheering, only endless consternation.Everyone looked at the man who broke the formation, his face full of disbelief, and the surroundings were dead silent.

"How could it be... him?" Yang Zhao murmured.

Gu Pinglin put his sword back into its sheath, turned around to look at the pillar of air, finally smiled, and bowed his hands to the man from a distance: "Cultivating the world can save you, thanks to the real person."