At the bustling city gate, Liu Rongyue was standing alone in a dark cloak.
Beside him were martial artists running by, and behind him were armored carts and mud dragons loaded with servants.
Liu Rongyue kept looking in a certain direction of the street.
There were huge crowds of people, many shops and constant hawking sounds.
Unfortunately, the person she expected never showed up.
Yu Yuan and eight other masters of spiritual cultivation have been trying to break into the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation for half a month.
Liu Rongyue knew that this was her last chance.
She had sent someone to tell Li Qinglin that if he wanted to come, he could come to Ximen.
However……
Liu Rongyue turned around regretfully and got on the horse.
She didn't bring anyone with her on this trip.
Deep down, I already had the intention to die together with my partner.
"drive!"
Liu Rongyue pulled the reins and the sound of horse hooves rang out.
call--
A cool breeze blew.
Liu Rongyue turned around suddenly and saw a figure that looked familiar yet unfamiliar, coming from across the street with a knife in hand.
"Li Qinglin?!"
Liu Rongyue was a little surprised at the beginning of the month.
But she vaguely sensed something, her face gradually became dull, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
Li Qinglin was so harmonious among the crowd.
The crowd was surging and jostling each other, but for some reason, passers-by subconsciously retreated to the sides without him noticing.
Every time Li Qinglin landed, he seemed to be stepping on a special node.
There are hundreds of pedestrians on the street, but their movements, expressions, and even their next actions are different.
All of them seemed to appear in Li Qinglin's mind.
He observes others' intentions, understands others, and meditates in a trance, just like the practice of martial arts in the human world.
"Your cultivation..." Liu Rongyue's eyes trembled, a little uncertain.
It’s because although Li Qinglin’s appearance has not changed, his temperament is more restrained.
But if you look at him for too long, it seems that even your gaze will be swallowed up by him.
"Oh, a little progress." Li Qinglin said modestly.
After taking the Yunshen Daoji Pills for a long time, they finally lost their medicinal properties.
After this period of time of polishing his soul, Li Qinglin's martial arts skills broke through to the second level of nourishing the soul, and he observed his mind.
Putting aside external objects such as magic weapons, talismans, and elixirs, relying solely on one's own fighting skills, the strength of a warrior in the second stage of nourishing the spirit is comparable to that of a warrior in the middle stage of Qi training.
In Li Qinglin's opinion, warriors who cultivate their spirits are somewhat similar to the branch of immortal cultivators called body cultivators.
It’s just that he has no spiritual roots and lacks many magical spells with infinite variations.
However, the profound meaning of marrow refining and the spirit's view of oneself and others make up for the scarcity of means to a certain extent.
If it is a close combat, the warrior will have the upper hand.
As for the third realm, the meaning of heaven and earth, one needs to observe the images of heaven and earth, but cannot use external objects to assist. One can only rely on hard work and understanding.
Even so, Li Qinglin couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he felt the hidden, terrifying power in his body.
Li Qinglin is confident that with his background far surpassing that of other martial artists of the same realm, coupled with the secret patterns, heart toad, and lung palace of the white pillar armor...
In close combat, a cultivator who has achieved perfect Qi training has a 98% chance of success.
The remaining two points were due to some unforeseen accidents.
For example, this Qi-cultivating master is the body of the old monster who has transformed into a spirit, the son of luck has mastered the immortal weapon, and he has broken through to the foundation-building stage and has even broken through to the peak of the foundation-building stage...
If you can't get close, you can only do it from a distance.
Relying on the secret pattern - Shenzutong and this abnormal physique, Li Qinglin has a 60% chance of killing the opponent. Even if he is defeated and wants to escape far away, he has a 98% chance of killing the opponent.
Thinking of this, Li Qinglin's eyes fixed.
"I wonder how Master Wen is doing..."
Not long ago, the view from the plantain side suddenly turned gray and frozen.
Li Qinglin guessed that it was because the plantain was put into the storage bag by Taoist Liquan.
Therefore, Li Qinglin had no idea what happened after Wen Shoufei broke the formation.
"Let's go take a look. With my current Qi and blood strength, I can activate the Qi and blood palace at the foot of the mountain to cover the top of the mountain. There's no need to get any closer."
Li Qinglin pondered silently, and instinctively used Cold Blood - Dead Wood to gather his Qi and blood in his heart sac, causing his breath to drop sharply.
The two quickly left the city.
"Hmm? That's..."
Li Qinglin looked up suddenly.
Suddenly.
A powerful, undisguised aura came from far away on the official road.
A beam of light was running at high speed.
Behind them, gusts of blood and smoke rose into the sky, dispersing the thick clouds in the sky.
"But it doesn't matter if I kill you, I'll bury you with me..."
The familiar voices echoed in layers, causing the dust on the city gate to fall.
…
"Oh no, he's entered the city!"
"He actually dared to break the promise of immortals not coming to earth?!"
"Brother Wen, don't be impulsive!"
Jia Xian, Yu Yuan and the others' faces changed drastically. They ran away like several horses and did not hesitate to stimulate their blood and energy to rush forward.
But in their sight, Wen Shoufei and Taoist Liquan were getting farther and farther away, and they could not catch up at all. They could only watch the two of them rushing towards the city gate one after the other.
Crash! The sound of the wind was like the cry of a crane, and a clear sound of gas explosion was heard.
An invisible terrifying oppressive force spread out with Taoist Liquan as its center, and enveloped Ximen in an instant.
The horses were frightened and the people were horrified. They knocked over the straw frames and were stunned in place by the momentum like puppets.
Some martial artists noticed something and looked at Taoist Liquan with fear in their eyes.
"Immortal, immortal?"
They wanted to kneel on the ground and did not dare to face the immortal's true appearance.
Taoist Liquan's face was filled with anger. He felt the aura of the man behind him gradually declining and fading, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.
He swept his eyes across the crowd and suddenly paused for a moment on a figure.
"The aura of his skills is exactly the same as that of that fellow. Could he be his disciple?"
Taoist Liquan pinched his hand seals, controlled his magic power, turned it into a palm, and wanted to capture him and use him as a hostage to threaten Wen Shoufei.
However……
"Um?!"
He used a little more of his magic power and lifted it up! The man still didn't move at all, and the powerful blood and qi hidden in his body even dispersed a lot of his palm formed by magic power.
"What's going on?"
Taoist Liquan looked at his fingers in surprise, and even thought that he had made a mistake in the hand gestures.
He looked up suddenly.
Just in time to see Li Qinglin's eyes full of surprise, astonishment and helplessness.
Smoke and dust billowed, and in the distance the sound of running footsteps was like thunder.
But time seemed to slow down outside the city gate.
Li Qinglin blinked, looked at the Taoist Liquan who was close at hand, and said, "Uh, am I being kidnapped by you?"
…
Boom!
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There was a dull collision sound coming from the direction of the city gate.
The energy and blood were mixed together, accompanied by someone's angry roar.
The ground shook and the forest birds took flight.
There were people fleeing in panic, screaming and running in all directions.
Jia Xian's face changed drastically and he walked a little faster.
"Oh no! Brother Wen is fighting with that demon!"
Yu Yuan coughed, his qi and blood were a little disordered. He looked towards the city gate with a serious look, and his tone was also a little anxious. "Daoist Liquan wants to use the common people as hostages to threaten Brother Wen. The key is that Brother Wen's extremely sublimated state cannot be maintained for too long. Once the power is exhausted, I'm afraid..."
After these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.
If Lian Wen Shoufei is unable to kill Taoist Liquan, wait for him to escape and start seeking robbery again.
Then everything they do is meaningless.
It also takes the lives of innocent people.
"How did Brother Xiao Han die?!"
Yu Yuan thought of something and frowned, looking behind him at the other spiritual martial artists who were also rushing over quickly.
Xiao Han's death was too sudden, it was obviously an accident.
If Xiao Han hadn't died, the situation today would be very different.
In order to prevent Taoist Liquan from escaping down the mountain, he was even kidnapped and taken to the entire city of Fengxian!
"Are warriors like me really no match for immortal cultivators?"
The tragic scenes of the city’s depression and people’s livelihood declining over the past year suddenly emerged in Yu Yuan’s mind.
Just one person can cause such deep harm.
These spirit-cultivating warriors were even more exhausted and seemed powerless to turn the situation around.
All the sorrows finally turned into a sigh and merged into the cold wind of midwinter.
…
Crack! The protective light burst like a bubble.
Taoist Liquan's eyes went dark and he felt a sharp pain. He felt as if he was hit hard by a galloping horse. His chest was about to explode.
With a loud bang.
Li Qinglin's body was full of energy and blood, and his muscles were strangely twisted. One hand was pinching Taoist Liquan's neck, and his right knee was pressing against his abdomen. The two of them were deeply embedded in the city wall, revealing the city foundation poured with black iron behind the stone bricks.
Large amounts of dust and gravel fell!
Taoist Liquan still hasn't reacted yet, his mind is in a state of confusion and chaos.
What happened? He just wanted to grab a random passerby who might be related to Wen Shoufei from the crowd and use him as a hostage shield.
How come I was thrown into the city wall without knowing what was going on?
Where is my protective light? Where is my robe? The energy waves spread out, and the rocks fell into powder.
Wen Shoufei slowly stopped and stared blankly at the familiar figure on the city wall.
"He seems to be my disciple, Li Qinglin?"
Wen Shoufei was a little uncertain.
Although the man who captured Taoist Liquan looked and had the same aura as Li Qinglin.
But Wen Shoufei still had some doubts.
Could it be that some evil cultivator who is good at changing his appearance disguised himself as Li Qinglin to tease me?
Otherwise, how to explain what happened in front of him? Wen Shoufei turned around and saw Liu Rongyue, who was also in disbelief and stunned.
"She is here too, could it be..."
Wen Shoufei fell silent.
Liu Rongyue looked at the Taoist Liquan who was so close to her.
Hatred, resentment, unwillingness...
Various expressions appeared on his face.
But when she saw the people around her fleeing in panic, entering and leaving the city with their families, there was some hesitation in her eyes.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, and her magic power rolled up a breeze. A soft force came and lifted a large number of people away.
…
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much!!"
Taoist Liquan had disheveled hair, a sharp voice, and looked like a madman.
The heart-piercing nail flew out from the sleeve, making a buzzing sound, and quickly left an afterimage, leaving only a faint light, and went towards Li Qinglin's chest.
At a very close distance.
But Li Qinglin was like watching a fire in a cave, and his spiritual power was swept away.
The speed of the heart-piercing nail suddenly dropped in his eyes.
In the corner of my eyes, dust particles in the sunlight swirl and sink;
Taoist Liquan was filled with shock and anger, with a sinister look in his eyes; the tip of the heart-piercing nail had a sharp and sinister cold light;
They all fell clearly into my eyes.
Bang! Bang ! Bang! In a split second.
Bai Shou drew his sword from its sheath, the blade light was like an afterimage, the sound of metal colliding was endless, and sparks of fire splashed.
God's will was like a knife. Li Qinglin's arms were covered with blue veins and his muscles bulged. The white-headed knife in his hand carried the profound meaning of refining marrow. Purple lightning burst out and he whistled and chopped down! Snap!
The nail seemed to be dazed and sank suddenly, then floated in the air. The faint light flickered and most of the magic power in Taoist Liquan's body was consumed.
Then I saw that the blade of Baishou's sword was full of holes and gaps, and was almost broken.
But Li Qinglin did not take a step back. The distance between him and Liquan Taoist was less than five feet! At this distance, Li Qinglin could reach the target with just a swing of his sword.
Li Qinglin let out a breath, and his uneasy heart suddenly relaxed, his eyes brightening slightly.
Ninety-eight percent sure, not exaggerated.
"He actually blocked the heart-piercing nail? How is that possible?!"
Taoist Liquan cried out in surprise.
The Heart-piercing Nail is a top-grade magical weapon. Few cultivators in the late stage of Qi training can possess it. It can be said to be the lifeblood of Taoist Liquan.
(End of this chapter)
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