The sword flashed and the young hero fled.
Taoist Ziyun hardened his heart and threw out a earth wall talisman, which turned into an earth wall and finally stopped Hua Yuncang.
call……
Hua Yuncang was panting, looking at the murderous Taoist Ziyun, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
Taoist Ziyun is an immortal cultivator with naturally superior abilities to those of warriors. During the pursuit, he fought back, but his "bone refining" level was still no match for the immortals' magic.
This time, he was in trouble.
"You are dead, you are dead."
Taoist Ziyun stared at Hua Yuncang with sharp eyes and full of murderous intent. This kid's head is worth a lot of money.
Besides, this kid was too talkative, and he was really angry. He would be unhappy if he didn't kill him.
"You old bastard have osteoporosis, please don't let me break your spine."
Hua Yuncang knew that he was in great danger, but he was still stubborn and implied that Taoist Ziyun had no integrity and was like a dog with a broken spine.
On the other hand, he is a warrior in the Bone Refining Realm. His blood is like lead and mercury, his blood is surging, his tendons and bones are strong, and he can make thundering sounds. If he fights to the death, he may not be without a chance.
"Foolish warriors, do not know the vastness and power of the immortal way."
Taoist Ziyun sneered. Hua Yuncang only knew that after mastering the martial arts, he could defeat all enemies within a short distance. However, he did not know the horror of the immortal way. He could drive the wind and thunder with just a move, which was beyond human power.
The fight between the two is like an ant trying to shake a tree, which is extremely ridiculous.
call……
Hua Yuncang said nothing more. His body shook as if a furnace had fallen over. A terrifying heat emanated from his whole body. With a step of his foot, the stone slabs of the long street shattered, and he rushed out.
His muscles and bones, after being tempered, were as tough as beef tendons. He bent his arm and smashed down towards Taoist Ziyun with his fist, as hard as iron, like an arrow drawn from a fully drawn bow.
This blow was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks. It was beyond the scope of human power. Even a tiger that suddenly appeared would be beaten to death.
Bang! A punch came down, and before it touched Taoist Ziyun's heart, a faint golden halo appeared, resisting the force of the punch.
"You can't break the old Taoist's Vajra Talisman."
Taoist Ziyun said lightly.
He has a Vajra Talisman pasted on his body, which will automatically activate and resist damage when encountering danger.
No matter how hard Hua Yuncang's fist is, it cannot break the immortal magic.
"It's that turtle shell again."
Hua Yuncang's heart sank. The reason why he had been escaping all the way was because of the protection on Taoist Ziyun's body.
He was confident that since both of them were unarmed, he could smash the old man's head.
"You died under my immortal power, and it was a worthy death for you."
Taoist Ziyun had the Vajra Talisman attached to his body, which made him invincible. At this moment, he even had a magic sword in his hand.
With his level of cultivation, the art of flying sword was too energy-consuming, so he just used the simplest method, killing people with the sword.
Although this lacks a bit of the sharpness and unrestrainedness of the immortal way, when the things used for refining meet mundane things, they will break into pieces when they are touched and cut when they are cut. It is completely a posture of killing gods and Buddhas if they stand in the way.
Swish...
Hua Yuncang was a skilled and courageous man. He danced under the sword's edge and escaped many times. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was like running a horse on the edge of a cliff. If he persisted for too long, he would be smashed to pieces.
Sure enough, he was careless and the sword tore his body apart, leaving a horrible wound.
"This old Taoist priest, who looks like he is in his seventies or eighties, actually beat up a chivalrous young man. He must be a deity descended to earth."
"It is really unbearable that a young man in his prime is going to be beheaded."
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On the Zhuangyuan Building, many wealthy and powerful people were attracted by the fighting below.
Normally, a chivalrous young man is attractive enough, but this time there is also a high-flying cultivator involved, how can it not attract attention?
It's just a pity for this young hero. Although he has a conscience, he cannot match the sharpness of the magic sword.
They saw it clearly and were afraid that in another three or five breaths, a young head would roll to the ground.
"A cultivator with the third level of Qi Refining, a hopeless immortal cultivator."
Chen Ergou was also watching, but his expression was very indifferent. In his eyes, the Taoist Ziyun, who was extremely powerful among the powerful and wealthy, was just a small figure.
Yes, that’s why the immortals have bigger fists.
A cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining is still the kind of person who has exhausted his potential and cannot advance to the next level no matter what. He cannot be compared with the chosen ones of the Immortal Sect at all.
As he is at the third level of Qi Refining, Chen Ergou is qualified to comment on it, but Chen Sheng doesn’t dare to say anything.
He was only at the second level of Qi Refining, so based on his simple moral concepts, he still had to have a little respect for the unscrupulous Taoist priest at the third level of Qi Refining.
"This young man is a chivalrous young man who hates evil and hates evil. He shouldn't die."
He just felt a little regretful that good people don't live long, but evil people leave a legacy for thousands of years. According to the theory of good and evil, Hua Yuncang should live a hundred years.
"Then let him not die."
Chen Ergou knew that Chen Sheng asked him to lend a hand.
Since Mr. Chen said so, he had no reason to refuse.
On the Zhuangyuan Building, a young man with the courage and ambition to swallow the world like a tiger appeared. He pulled out one of his hands with his back, made it into a sword, and slashed downwards.
"I chose the narrow path of chivalry and justice, and I can be relieved if I die young."
On the long street, Hua Yuncang was no longer able to resist.
During the fight, he stimulated the blood in his body several times to collide with the Vajra Talisman, hoping to break through Taoist Ziyun's defense and make a comeback. However, it was ultimately wishful thinking and made him exhausted. In addition, the previous escape had drained all his strength.
Before he died, he just opened his eyes wide, looked at the Taoist Ziyun who was laughing strangely, and swung out the magic sword.
The coldness of the sword could be felt even from several feet away.
Sharp and icy.
He could imagine that when the magic sword passed over his neck, there would not be a single moment of hesitation, and a head would roll down in an instant.
Clang! At this moment, he heard a strange sound.
I thought it was a misunderstanding of the fear between life and death, but I saw a pure sword light flying down from the sky.
He saw that the strange laugh on Taoist Ziyun's face suddenly froze, and the head on his neck seemed to shake too violently and rolled to the ground.
"A flying sword to take a person's head? A young swordsman?"
At this moment, Hua Yuncang ignored the Taoist Ziyun whose blood was spilled all over the street, and just quickly looked in the direction where the sword light came from.
What he saw was a young figure, who was leaning on the railing with a calm expression on his face. He glanced at the headless corpse of the old Taoist and him, and turned back into the high-rise building without any concern.
In just one quick glance, his mind was filled with thoughts and he had thought of many things. Finally, he concluded that this was a true immortal who could maintain his youthful appearance and could fly a sword thousands of miles away to take people's heads.
(End of this chapter)