Chapter 153 Qing Xiao, Attack, Beheading

The Dao Sect is actually very complicated, and there are many branches in it, such as the Danding Sect, the Fulu Sect, the Xuanzhen Sect, etc. ♦♦  ♦♦

Although these branches belong to the Dao Sect, their research directions, practice methods, and emphases are very different. Not only that, but their locations are also completely scattered.

It is not just the Dao Sect.

The same is true for Buddhism.

Strictly speaking, Jiuxiang Temple is also a branch of Buddhism.

A real big sect and a big sect will gradually branch out with development.

This is inevitable.

Li Changxiao rode a donkey to the place where the fight was held and saw the thrilling battle.

A young man in a Taoist robe, holding a talisman, chanting a spell, stepping on the Gang step, and his spells are endless, and sometimes a few arcs of electricity are thrown out from his palm.

There are companions beside him, a man and a woman, who also pour out spells in their hands, making the opponent retreat again and again, and they are no match at all.

The opponent of the three people was a strong man.

At this moment, his cultivation exploded, and his evil spirit was terrifying. Li Changxiao observed carefully, and the strong man had reached his limit. Half of his body was charred. It seemed that he did not get any benefit from the thunder method.

Not only that, the extremely yang and strong energy invaded his body and caused great damage, which made him extremely painful.

However, at this critical moment, he swallowed a red pill.

Then, his momentum rose sharply, like a dragon turning over the river. He kicked his right foot fiercely, and the ground on the right collapsed. The terrifying force aftermath blew the trees on that side down.

With the help of the reverse thrust, the strong man rushed to the other side and got rid of the entanglement of several people at once.

It seems that this strong man is a very powerful horizontal body cultivator. The young man who was rubbing the thunder method with one hand wanted to attack, but saw a man in white standing in front of the strong man.

If he attacked with the thunder method, he might accidentally hurt him.

He immediately frowned and reminded: "Brother, this guy just ambushed us with ulterior motives. Many monks who went north died at his hands. He is a very evil person!"

"If you don't want to fight, get out of the way quickly, lest my thunder method hurt you by mistake."

The man said loudly, and for fear that the sound would be too slow, he also used some spiritual energy.

The lightning arc in his hand was shining, making half of his face look cold. He looked ready to go, but he never did, because the white-clothed swordsman riding a donkey was still standing there.

And the man with horizontal training looked at the swordsman in a daze, with a sneer on his mouth, and glanced at the three people behind him. After all, they were from a famous and upright sect, and they acted in a disciplined and cautious manner...

If this kid hadn't appeared suddenly, the next thunder method would have cost him his life.

It was because of his presence that the man didn't dare to use the thunder method easily. The short time he was delayed created an opportunity for him to escape.

However.

The next second.

His expression changed. He saw the swordsman in white. He gently put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, picked up the wine gourd with his left hand, and drank a big mouthful of wine, but did not swallow it, and kept it in his mouth.

Seeing this, the strong man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he secretly said that he was so brave that he wanted to attack him.

Even so, he still did not slow down, but instead accelerated his pace a little, leaving big pits where he stepped.

He would rather face this swordsman who came out of nowhere.

He didn't want to bear another thunder spell.

In less than a breath, he had made up his mind. He would severely injure this boy later, throw him at the three people, and escape in one go.

Thinking.

He gathered a lot of momentum with his right fist.

There was still more than ten meters left.

But in an instant, he appeared in front of the swordsman in white.

The little donkey was so scared that its legs were shaking. If it could talk, it would have been wailing, "My life is over."

"Heavenly Evil Fist... Victory Step..."

"What a terrifying fist, no wonder it can kill so many people."

The three people were shocked. They practiced many branches, including magic, treasures, weapons, swords, and body...

The horizontal body cultivators have always been unpopular. They are thick-skinned and give people the illusion of being stupid.

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However, it does not mean that the horizontal cultivators are not strong. If they get close to them, it will be a very terrifying thing.

So... this footwork that is pulled closer in an instant is called "Victory Step".

The young man holding the thunder and lightning, and his two companions, did not expect this. At this moment, their faces changed, and the strong man's fist was ready, and the aura was locked... It seemed that a tragedy was about to happen.

At this moment.

The white-clothed swordsman moved.

He sprayed the wine in his mouth at the oncoming strong man.

The wine mist filled the sky.

Then.

Qingping drew out the sword and slashed it.

The sword flashed across the eyes of the strong man.

The sharp, cruel, and determined look gradually became chaotic. When it regained clarity, the depths of the eyes could not help but reveal a look of fear, and wanted to turn around and run.

He would rather face the fierce thunder method.

He would never take the second sword.

Never!

But...

It was too late.

He saw himself, falling to the ground.

Thousands of reincarnations... Li Changxiao's sword was so fast that the strong man had already been separated from his head when he experienced the first reincarnation.

After the separation, the thousands of experiences and reincarnations in the Great Dream Sword were still continuing. When he woke up...

He was already dead.

His last vision was fixed on the white-clothed swordsman.

In the air full of wine mist.

The swordsman turned sideways, put away the sword, and was careless.

The three were also shocked.

In their view, although the swordsman's sword was fast, it was not impossible to resist and he should not be beheaded directly.

The young man put away the thunder magic, walked towards Li Changxiao, bowed to him, and expressed his goodwill.

The young man explained: "Thank you for your help, brother. What I said just now is true. The three of us passed by here and this man suddenly attacked us."

"He attacked ruthlessly. I don't know where the murderous intention came from. What good does this do to him..."

The young man said.

His female companion next to him added, "This guy is very powerful. If it weren't for Master Qingxiao's mastery of thunder magic, the three of us would probably not get any benefit. Alas, it's a pity that we still lost a lot of spiritual energy. I feel very sad."

Li Changxiao returned the gift. Although it seemed that they met by chance and it was difficult to tell right from wrong, this was only the one-sided words of the three people, and it was hard to say whether it was right or wrong.

But Li Changxiao's dream power has become more and more profound with the improvement of his realm and the sudden enlightenment under the Eighteen Hells. In the obsession dream of the strong man, he felt full of malice...

So, these three people are naturally trustworthy.

Moreover.

People who master thunder magic are not all kind people, but at least one thing can be guaranteed, that is, they act in a fair way. Even if they do evil, they do it openly, and rarely do small tricks behind the scenes.

"Daoyou are a master of swordsmanship, but... I am ignorant. I want to ask your name." The Taoist robed young man named Qingxiao who controls thunder magic asked.

Li Changxiao told his name truthfully. Hearing the three words "Li Changxiao", the three people fell into deep thought again, searching for relevant clues in their minds.

But it was blank.

Qingxiao became more and more curious about this white-clothed swordsman. In his mind, he still recalled the scene of the sword cutting off his head under the wine mist. It must be said that this blow was very beautiful.

At this time,

The male companion beside Qingxiao pulled his sleeve, and he cast a puzzled look at him. The male companion pointed to the place where the head of the strong man with horizontal training fell.

Qingxiao looked over and was stunned.

At this moment, his understanding of the swordsman was raised to a higher level.

He saw a pair of eyes. Eyes full of fear. He had never seen anyone with such fearful eyes.

This fear was not something death could give.

"This..." Qingxiao swallowed his saliva and recalled the scene just now.

He knew it in his heart.

In that short moment, something terrible must have happened that he could not perceive.

Li Changxiao saw what the three people were thinking, hesitated, and explained, "It's just a small story, not worth mentioning."