Dress up as a male match to cultivate immortals

Chapter 52

This roar sounded like a lion's roar, and several people on both sides felt a surge of energy and blood in their chests.The disciples in the Qi refining stage who were forming an array below even managed to stabilize their figures after spit out a mouthful of blood.

Quickly slashed out a few swords to repel the surrounding people. Ye Zhengliu looked up and saw a huge fire that reached the sky on Huixian Peak.The huge fire gathered but did not disperse, it just rushed straight to the sky, and in a short while, several nearby mountain peaks were illuminated red.Even here at Tongtian Peak, you can see that the giant fire brought up countless flames, tumbling down Huixian Peak.

Among them, there seemed to be the miserable cries of countless disciples, and the faint sound of fighting over there also rushed straight into everyone's eardrums.Most of the battles between monks rely on spiritual power to activate magic weapons. One is that the magic weapons are powerful, and the other is to protect themselves.No matter how high a monk is, he must live on this mortal body before he attains the immortality.The level of cultivation only affects the length of life.Now that everyone was forced to fight with their bodies, Ye Zhengliu's heart trembled, and he felt a sense of sadness rising from his heart.

That kind of slight and trembling sound somehow penetrated all the obstacles and made everyone hear it so clearly.

Among the people who are protecting Tongtian Peak at this moment, there are still a few low-level disciples of Dahuan Peak.These few people have played and practiced with the brothers left on Huixian Peak for many years every day.Seeing the monstrous tongue of flames engulfing the entire mountain into the sea of ​​flames with the tyranny of devouring everything, these people all let out a stern cry, and desperately rushed towards Zhuxiu on the opposite side.

In the light of the lightning flashes of the blissful monks on the opposite side, after cutting all the disciples into pieces, behind Ye Zhengliu, there was a cyan sword light several feet high, with a violent killing intent, He smashed his head towards the places where he cultivated.On top of the sword light, there were countless tiny spirit lights, which scattered in all directions as soon as they touched the crowd, but rushed out of the place where Zhuxiu was standing, out of a huge open space.

And on the open space, there were countless corpses of monks whose heads had been cut off, piled up in disorder.There were also severed limbs and arms that were bubbling with blood.

Zhuxiu, who was originally pale because of Huixian Peak's success, suddenly seemed to be splashed with cold water. When he looked at the young man holding the sword in horror, he saw countless auras intertwined on the man's face. The originally pretty face was distorted into a strange look.

Ye Zhengliu is not feeling well at the moment.The sound of fighting on Xianfeng just now made him feel an inexplicable familiarity, that heart-piercing sound, as if it had filled his body a long time ago.Ye Zhengliu could only feel a surge of energy and blood in his heart.

And just after those monks beheaded several fellow disciples with their backhands, the spirit sword in his hand shook violently as if he had been summoned.Even Ye Zhengliu felt a sense of threat from the pleasure and bloodiness that came from it.

It was a pleasure from war and killing.This spirit sword seemed to be impatient to run away, cutting the world into nothingness, but Ye Zhengliu, who knew that this spirit sword had cultivated a weapon spirit, did not dare to let it go.After waving his sword and smashing a beam of sword light at Zhuxiu, he braced himself, reached out with the tip of his tongue, and shot a cloud of blood essence straight at the spirit sword that was struggling violently at this moment.

And the spirit sword trembled even more violently because of this rough treatment.Half of the domineering sword light scattered from the sword body entered Ye Zhengliu's body.Ye Zhengliu gritted his teeth to bear the spirit light running around, and saw that after his body was turned outward by the impact, a black scale finally appeared on the thin layer of skin.And on his right hand holding the sword, a layer of glowing skin slowly emerged.

The sky hurts the palm.Ye Zhengliu finally breathed a sigh of relief.His eyes were ruthless, and he shot out another wave of spiritual power, smashing the half-floating blood essence hard on the blade of the sword.Almost at the same time, the spirit sword slowly quieted down after a burst of chirping.And in Ye Zhengliu's mind, there are also a lot of swordsmanship and sword art inexplicably.It's just that every move is very similar to what Ye Zishi practiced back then.

Ye Zhengliu's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, but when he mentioned it a little, he felt that the spiritual power in his whole body was fuller.However, the barrier between qi refining and foundation building showed signs of collapsing at any time.With a mouthful of spiritual energy in his mouth, Ye Zhengliu didn't dare to advance at this time. Seeing that the spirit sword was lying in his hands tamely, he looked at the other side with a smile at last.

"The disciples of Ruoxu Peak, who are crawling all over the place, are very happy, aren't they?" Seeing the surprised faces of those monks, even the three golden elixirs looked over with a serious face, and Ye Zhengliu smiled coldly , "The Zongmen waits for you well. The resources and opportunities these years have been picked by you Ruoxufeng people first. Now, are you still planning to rebel?"

Seeing the indifference in those people's eyes, Ye Zhengliu sternly said, "But for your own selfish desires, all of you, up and down the peak, have been blinded by lard! Don't think that Chao Xianjun is a Yuanying monk. Then stand straight, do you really think that Ruoxu Peak is a good place?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A foundation cultivator in front shouted angrily when he saw this.

However, Ye Zhengliu just gave him a cold look, and then smiled sarcastically, "In the battle against the devil, all the elders and ancestors of my sect died in battle, and this is how the Pingzhi sect is now! It is my master." The elders of Nanxing were all injured and distracted by the death battle. But Chao Xianjun, in that battle, fled to the rear alone, hiding behind a group of low-level disciples! Now," he ruthlessly pointed at Huixian Feng, his eyes were red, "Now you have colluded with the foreign sect to kill the disciples of our sect. This kind of behavior is not as good as a beast! And you, you and you, you people like Ruoxufeng, are just Just a bunch of beasts who have forgotten their ancestors!"

Seeing the commotion in the crowd opposite, Ye Zhengliu slowly closed his eyes, raised the spirit sword in his hand above his head, waited for the spirit sword to cry out, and finally said slowly,

"Today, we will die in battle and razed this Qinghua Mountain to the ground. You, don't even think about getting a penny!"

As the voice fell, everyone saw a phantom in the shape of a dragon rising from the seemingly extraordinarily light sword body.At this moment, the dragon shadow let out a sharp roar, and it shot straight into the sky, and then countless sword glows shot straight from the sword body like lightning.And behind these sword glows, the young man with the sword slammed into his body, swung his sword in the head, and slashed at the man in black with glaring eyes very fiercely.

The man in black was tightly wrapped up and down, only showing a pair of eyes to stare at the situation in the field.At this moment, he saw this man slashing his head fiercely, but he didn't dare to sharpen him, so he hurriedly dodged behind the three Golden Core cultivators.And those three golden elixirs also threw out countless magic weapons, and they were firmly protected in it.

Even so, a sword shadow passed across the face of the man in black. Although he hid in time, he also revealed a black face behind the cloth.The man was startled, and before he could move, he heard countless screams from the other side, but it was Linghui Jiangfeng and the others who fought their bloody bodies when the sword light swept across the monks and seriously injured most of them. , and quickly made up a few knives in the back.Between the ups and downs of the rabbits, half of the heads of the monks were cut off.

Some of these cultivators were protected by treasures. Seeing that a few qi-refinement disciples had forced themselves to such an extent, they shouted angrily again and struck out a powerful spirit blade with both hands. He slashed at several people.Ye Zhengliu was currently struggling with the Golden Core cultivator, and he was already exhausted.Seeing that Linghui's right leg was hit by the spirit light, it was instantly washed into a blood mist, and he felt a bang on the top of his head.

Linghui's face was extremely pale. Seeing the spirit light attacking again, she stared fiercely. After wiping off the blood on her face, she turned around and stood in place.He shielded the spiritual umbrella with a faint light in his hand in front of the formation, and saw that delicate face with a stern look, "A member of my Ling family, I would rather die than retreat!"

The sky is full of blood.The dozen or so monks who continuously shot out several spirit glows were shocked by the stern shout at this moment, and they even faintly felt fear.Just when one of them shot out another poison dart with gloomy eyes, vowing to kill the female cultivator in the local area, he saw a flash in front of his eyes, but it was a similarly bloody figure, which rushed at the female cultivator. over repair.Then another person jumped forward, threw the two of them fiercely, and threw them into the array of guardians, and blocked the poison dart with a horizontal knife in his hand.

This person was dressed in a fine attire, but the same skin and flesh turned over on the occasional exposed skin, exposing the bones inside.And on one side of the face, a scar crossed from the corner of the eye, but when the bright red blood meandered down, it made this person show a lot of bewitching beauty.

This was one of the two who couldn't be killed - Hua Ling.

The cultivator on the opposite side saw the man's spiritual power tumbling all over his body, obviously deeply injured.However, the mad knife in his hand still emitted bursts of power, and he couldn't help being shocked.

They didn't know the origins of these two people, although they didn't dare to take their lives, they did not hesitate to kill them.The first few foundation builders took advantage of the scuffle to quietly surround the man, and took turns to cut wounds one after another on the man's body with magic weapons of spiritual power several levels higher.Although not to death, it is painful.

Thinking of this, these people looked at each other, but they all looked at the place where Hua Ling was trapped just now with extreme horror.There, except for a pile of fine debris and thick bloodstains, there was not even a complete arm to be found!

Unable to figure out what happened just now, these people hastily dug out all kinds of defensive magic weapons, and after protecting themselves heavily, they saw the corner of the mouth of the strange person on the opposite side twitch, and two shots were slowly shot out of a pair of fox eyes. Weird black awn!