The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Li Changxiao held a long sword in his hand, exuding an aura that was not very sharp.

And then paired with that inferior Jiang Mang sword intent.

At first glance, it gives people the illusion that it is harmless.

However, what just happened.

Let everyone pay attention to his existence.

The scholar Hu and the old monk still had no intention of taking action, but the killer Zhang Kuo from Pingtian Temple and the corpse puppet man joined forces.

Although if it gets out, people will laugh at you.

Two great masters in the realm of refining emptiness.

They actually joined forces to deal with a little Yuanying.

However, this is not the time to show off one's abilities. If he can save his spiritual energy by having someone to help him, he will not refuse.

However, after fighting for several rounds, neither of them had the upper hand.

On the contrary, Li Changxiao walked in the mortal world and recruited the martial arts genius Yu Luosha as his ghost servant, and his swordsmanship became much more sophisticated.

The sword's movement was so tricky that it actually scratched two people and almost cut Zhang Kuo's neck, causing the latter to break out in a cold sweat.

You have to know that it is within the range of the Pingtian compass.

Once dead, you are really dead.

The two no longer dared to engage in close combat, fearing a setback, so they used magic to attack.

The Corpse Puppet Sect summoned seven corpses and released a ten-mile-long poisonous swelling with terrifying power.

Zhang Kuo's moves were even more terrifying. When he got serious, he actually formed a killing zone around him, and being in it was like being a Shura.

Only at this point did the two of them really get serious.

Under the attack of the two, Li Changxiao soon found it difficult to resist, and his Jiang Mang sword intent was no longer enough.

Just when everyone thought he was about to lose.

Only heard between heaven and earth.

A dragon roar was heard!

The river python formed by the sword intention actually grew two majestic horns!

It turned out to be a sign of transforming into a dragon!

"Unbelievable! After the spiritual energy is exhausted, there will actually be an advancement in sword intent!"

"Is this river python going to transform into a dragon?"

In the distance, the two princes and princesses looked horrified.

Zhang Kuo and the corpse puppet man who were fighting were also shocked. The advantage they had just established was actually offset by the sword's dragon power.

"The dragon clan has been the most noble since ancient times."

"A mere inferior river python cannot transform into a dragon just by saying so."

"Unless... this person has killed a dragon and has dragon blood on his body!"

The divine fortune teller narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp gleam of light flashed within them.

The person who suddenly broke into the chess game gave him another surprise.

"Xiao Hu, go and help them." The divine fortune teller said to Hu Shusheng.

The full name of Tiger Scholar is Chen Xiaohu. In the beginning, he studied Confucianism and Taoism, cultivating himself and improving his character, and believed that one word could rule the world.

Later on, for some unknown reason, he went astray and, halfway through his body training, he developed a body of all demons, with immense strength and full of demonic aura.

Chen Xiaohu nodded with a serious expression, his long black hair flying, and purple threads spreading from his eyebrows, forming some kind of pattern, adding a bit of demonic aura to him.

The changes continue.

He took off his shirt, and in the middle of his chest, a purple eye slowly opened.

At this moment, his momentum overshadowed everyone else.

The tiger rubbed his leg affectionately.

He touched the tiger's head, then flashed and joined the battlefield, punching out, like the roar of thousands of monsters!

The air in front of the fist couldn't bear the pressure and made a bang - bang sound!

The punch hit the Qingping Sword.

The sword shook wildly and made a mournful sound, and Li Changxiao was blown away dozens of meters.

Zhang Kuo of Pingtian Palace is a killer who is good at assassination. The real strength of the Corpse Puppet Man lies in the corpse poison and the magic spells that can only be used above the level of incarnation.

and so…

At the Golden Elixir realm.

Chen Xiaohu's direct combat capability is far superior to the other two.

As soon as he made a move, he gave everyone a great shock.

Domineering and evil.

Especially the corpse puppet man, he secretly cursed this kid for being so incompetent, but at the same time he was afraid of him.

"Have you killed a dragon?" Chen Xiaohu grinned. "Unfortunately, I have killed one too. But... I killed it with a hammer!"

The words have not yet fallen.

He hammered his fist on the ground, and the sound of beasts roaring was heard.

There was a boom.

The entire village collapsed, forming a large semicircular pit!

This kind of combat power is truly terrifying!

The eyes on Chen Xiaohu's chest emitted an evil light, but at this moment.

He suddenly calmed down.

He began to quote from scriptures and recite the words of saints.

From his words and actions, he looks like a university scholar.

It seems contradictory.

But the danger index is doubling!

In Li Changxiao's eyes, Chen Xiaohu was stacking up one buff state after another for himself.

"Demon scholar...does this require the power of a demon scholar?"

"How terrifying! If his spiritual energy had not been exhausted, how terrifying would his fighting power be?"

Li Tianyu sighed, but there was a hint of heat in his eyes.

He had almost forgotten.

I was once a genius too!

If he didn't have so many concerns, he would have wanted to join the battle and show off his skills.

Facing the evil scholar Chen Xiaohu, Li Changxiao really began to have a hard time. The other party's words were eloquent and could influence reality. For example, if he said "draw a line on the ground to make a prison", then some kind of suction force would be transmitted from under Li Changxiao's feet, seriously hindering his movements.

And every time this happens, not only will Chen Xiaohu come to kill, but the corpse puppet man's flying head and Zhang Kuo's dagger will also be merciless.

But Li Changxiao is not bad either.

He seemed to be able to predict the other person's thoughts in advance.

Always respond in advance.

This is also what made the three of them angry.

It was obvious that the opponent was not strong, but he was unable to defeat him. Not only that, he was also being restrained.

They don't know.

This is one of the abilities Li Changxiao developed himself.

Sometimes, a dream can be seen as a thought, an idea, or a moment of subconsciousness...

And these things.

As long as Li Changxiao concentrates, he can capture it.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to accurately defend against Zhang Kuo's attacks on Zhao Qing time and time again.

This made Zhang Kuo angry, so he simply gave up on attacking Zhao Qing and decided to kill him first.

However, even if it can be predicted in advance.

Even with the three of them working together, there will always be places that cannot be defended.

He took Chen Xiaohu's punch head-on, and Zhang Kuo's blade scratched his cheek.

The corpse puppet man took the opportunity to control the poison gas to corrode Li Changxiao.

However, Li Changxiao's wine was soaked with medicinal ginger, which is the most yang thing in the world. It can be said that it is just the right thing to perfectly restrain the corpse puppet man.

This left the corpse puppet man at a loss for what to do. He felt angry and helpless at the same time.

Bang bang bang!

Several more confrontations.

Li Changxiao dodged several attacks by leaning sideways, took a few steps back, and took big gulps of wine. The wine flowed down his chin and neck, soaking the white clothes on his chest.

He sheathed his sword.

Pull out quickly later!

Too fast to see clearly.

Zhang Kuo suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat...

He felt something was rapidly flowing out from his neck. He had a bad feeling and covered his neck with both hands, feeling the warm and wet touch.

The smell of rust...filled his nostrils.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He suddenly panicked.

I never thought that this attack might cost me my life.

The blood flowed more and more, and the spiritual energy could not be blocked.

He first glanced at Chen Xiaohu and the corpse puppet man, and found that they also had horrified expressions and did not understand the situation.

Then he glanced at Li Changxiao who was standing opposite him.

The man in white, drinking wine, with extremely cold eyes, also glanced over at this moment.

He seemed to be mumbling, "A top-ranking killer is worth fifty taels."

"Wh…when? How is it possible?"

Zhang Kuo couldn't understand it. As a top killer, he had killed all kinds of geniuses, but he had never seen anyone's swordsmanship that could wipe off his neck silently!

It is absolutely impossible for such a person to exist in this world!

He believed that.

In fact, his judgment was correct.

Li Changxiao's swordsmanship was just average, and he couldn't kill Zhang Kuo's neck in an instant.

If he really had this ability, everyone present would have died long ago.