Chapter 260: Stupefied Xiao Li
Using one word to describe Liang Yan’s current feeling is:
angry!
Terrible!
Instead of looking for the 'Eternal Mayfly Tree', which is so good, I have to be dragged by a little Taoist boy to the battlefield between good and evil religions to rescue me. The most annoying thing is that in my current state, I can't defeat this one. The mortal Taoist boy could only let him pull him and run down the mountain!
He hadn't thought about falling out on the way, but he was afraid of offending the little Taoist boy. If he found out that he was not his uncle at all, wouldn't he be cut into pieces?
So the old man and the young man held hands and crossed an overpass on the mountainside, then climbed over a small hill, until they reached a huge open space.
This open space is very wide and has a strange shape. It is actually like a large bowl embedded in the top of the mountain, forming a small valley.
Liang Yan and Liang Yan are now standing on the steep slope at the edge of the valley. Looking down from here, they can see a crowd of people below. There are already a large number of martial arts people gathered, but these people are distinct and clearly divided into groups. Two dials.
One group of people were wearing uniform white Taoist robes, and the weapons they held were long swords. At this moment, they had formed a circular sword formation. They all had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were ready for battle.
As for the other group of people, they were wearing all kinds of strange clothes, holding spears, machetes, and various weapons. There were probably thousands of them, and they had already surrounded the entire valley.
"The number of demon sects is already more than three times that of Kunwu Sword Sect. It seems that Kunwu Sword Sect will definitely not be spared in this battle." Liang Yan stood on the top of the mountain and looked down while secretly cursing.
At this time, among the crowd wearing white robes, a middle-aged swordsman spoke loudly: "The Black Demon Sect! You are extremely ambitious. You destroyed Hengshan ten years ago, Jiuhua seven years ago, and now you finally Unable to hold back, he came towards Kunwu Mountain again!"
"Who is this person?" Liang Yan asked Xuan Qing next to him calmly.
Xuan Qing had a strange look on his face after hearing this, but he was already not surprised by this uncle who had "cut off all cause and effect", and immediately replied respectfully: "Uncle, this is yours Personal disciple, the current leader of the Kunwu Sword Sect, Yi Tianxing!”
"This" the embarrassment on Liang Yan's face flashed away, and then he twirled his beard and said, "So you are my good disciple."
While they were asking and answering, the Demon Cult A black-faced man had already led the crowd and said with a laugh: "Yi Tianxing, your martial arts attainments are at best comparable to those of our guardians! I'm afraid you don't have the right to speak here, so let's treat your damn master Lu Xuan Please come out Come on!”
“You!”
Yi Tianxing’s face turned red when he choked him, and he immediately roared: “Why do you ask questions knowingly, if you don’t know that my master is hiding in hiding? The Jianfeng Thatched Cottage is a barrier of life and death, how dare you attack my Kunwu Sword Sect?”
“Why is it that a protector is speaking, where is the leader of their demon sect?”
At the edge of the mountain top, Liang Yan asked the people around him again.
After hearing this, Xuan Qing first lay down on the slope and looked down carefully, and then respectfully replied: "Reporting to my uncle, Qing Yixuan, the leader of the Demon Cult, is not among the crowd. I think he must be He knew that he was no match for his uncle, so he hid in Secretly trying to play tricks."
Looking at Xuan Qing's expression of admiration, Liang Yan could only cough lightly and said: "What you said is true, it's a pity. I wanted to see it. What state has he reached? Unexpectedly, he is actually a hidden person. The last generation."
Just when he was trying to show off his dignity, the big black-faced man at the foot of the hillside shouted impatiently: "Humph, what kind of life-and-death barrier is this? I think he is too old to walk. It's over, don't you dare to take action again? Or maybe it's already happened? Have you returned to the west?"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the Demon Cult burst into laughter, and someone shouted: "That old guy Lu Xuan is over a hundred years old, and he is probably too old to even eat. If you don’t move, how can you still have the strength to hold the sword?”
"He used to be very majestic, but now he is no longer in his era!"
"What is majestic? I have never seen how powerful the old man was before. Maybe his reputation is in vain! If he really has the ability , why don’t you come and fight with me, ‘Butcher Chu’, and let you watch me kill Lu Xuan with warm wine!”
“Hahaha! Let me use Kunwu Sword!” The supreme elder of the sect can teach us how powerful Chu is!”
“Brother Chu is so powerful, hahaha.” Seeing that the people below him were going too far, they didn’t put the supreme elder of the Kunwu Sword Sect at all. In his eyes, the little Taoist priest Xuan Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore. He puffed up his cheeks and shouted angrily to the people down the hillside:
"You clowns, don't be so presumptuous! My uncle has overcome the barrier of life and death and realized the thirteenth sword of the Immortal Sword Technique. He is unrivaled in the world. Now that he is here in person, as long as the sword is powerful, you will All demons "Kill them all!" Clearly.
As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand people in the valley, whether they were the Kunwu Sword Sect or the Black Demon Sect, all fell silent instantly. After a while, I don’t know who broke the silence first. A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd in white robes, and someone shouted:
"God bless me Kunwu, my great uncle has learned Sword Thirteen, and due to the power of the sword, all the demons have been killed!" "
"The power of the sword leads to the slaying of demons!" The crowd was excited and repeated this sentence almost uniformly.
At this moment, Liang Yan was already sweating on his forehead and had black lines on his face.
"Xuanqing, that bastard, I originally wanted to find an opportunity to sneak away to the back mountain to find the 'Eternal Mayfly Wood', but now, everyone is looking at me, especially the people in the Demon Sect. I wanted to kill him quickly, but I can't hide now!"
Liang Yan cursed Xuan Qing more than ten times in his heart, but he could only make a look like Feng Qingyun on his face! Faint expression. He knew that if he showed any timidity at this moment, he would be in danger of death.
The only way is to use Lu Xuan's name to scare these people and buy time for himself. Once you find the "Eternal Mayfly Wood", you can escape from this world in the painting.
After thinking about this, Liang Yan put his hands behind his back and looked at the people below with an indifferent expression. Lang Lang said:
"You little thief from the Devil's Cult, how dare you offend me, Kunwu? I have already accomplished my magical skill, and taking your heads is like picking up something from a bag. But I don't want to go on a killing spree today. If you sincerely repent, I will quickly go down the mountain and leave. You can be more open-minded!"
Liang Yan didn't have any internal energy in his body, so his voice was much softer than Xuan Qing's. However, everyone below was a person with deep inner strength. Even though they were far apart, they still heard Liang Yan's words clearly.
Many members of the Kunwu Sword Sect had tears in their eyes. They each prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting: "Master-uncle is mighty, master-uncle is invincible in the world!"
And that demon The black-faced man in the sect was full of doubts, and thought to himself: "This man's martial arts has already reached the realm of transformation, but why did he not seem to have any voice when I heard his shout just now?" A little internal strength? Is he really too old?"
As soon as this thought appeared, the black-faced man immediately shook his head and denied himself: "No, his face is obviously rosy, it doesn't look like him at all. A dying person. Could it be that he has reached the legendary state of returning to his original nature?”
The more the black-faced man thought about it, the more likely it became, and big beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.
"If he has really reached the state of returning to his original nature, I am afraid that even the leader of the church will not be his opponent. By then, we, the higher-ups of the Holy Cult, will not be enough to kill him alone!"
Just now! He feels restless At that moment, I suddenly heard someone behind me shouting: "Humph, Lu Xuan, I think he has a false reputation! I want to try your method, Xiao Li!"
The black-faced man looked back and saw that I saw a young man with a flat head emerging from the crowd. This man carried a long sword on his back, wore a black robe, and had a rebellious look on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately used his Qinggong skills, and climbed up the hillside in a few ups and downs like a swallow flying across the water, landing directly in front of Liang Yan.
"Forget it, let this stupid young man try Lu Xuan's strength." The black-faced man looked at the two people on the hillside and thought to himself.
(End of this chapter)