The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

He had also received the Dark Lord's golden giant sword, which he originally thought was the largest sword he had ever seen.

However, compared to this woman's knife, it was like a grandson seeing his grandfather.

The knife was over six feet long and over three feet wide, and when carried on his back, it resembled a door panel.

However, it possesses all the characteristics of a knife: a hilt, a blade, and a blade with serrated edges like tiger teeth, densely packed and gleaming with a cold light.

The woman was very tall, a head taller than him.

Lei Wujie has felt incredibly lucky ever since he debuted—no, ever since he entered the martial arts world.

They encountered either senior experts or the top figures in the martial arts world.

They are either the best among their peers, each one an extraordinary genius, and he has no chance against them.

Heaven knows why he encountered so many powerful and monstrous individuals.

As a result, he has not won a single battle since he entered the martial arts world.

Fortunately, he has a very good attitude; someone with a narrow mind would probably have been furious long ago.

The tall woman in front of me had a figure that was breathtakingly beautiful, and her clothes were perfectly suited to the coolness of summer.

Several animal skin-like straps were used to bind parts of the body that the child could not see.

The rest of the exposed skin had a bronze sheen, but it was clear that the skin was rough, as if it had been rubbed by the wind and sand of the northwest.

But the bloodthirsty glint in her eyes, like that of a wild beast, sent chills down one's spine.

I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is someone I cannot beat.

Lei Wujie sighed; yet another one he couldn't beat.

But it doesn't matter, he has someone backing him up.

"Master, someone is blocking the way."

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled and glanced at Sikong Qianluo and Li Fansong, who were watching the drama unfold.

"Which of you two will go?"

Before she finished speaking, Sikong Qianluo slammed the melon onto the small table and leaped out of the carriage.

He casually pulled a bamboo spear from his pouch at his waist.

The woman blocking the road narrowed her eyes slightly upon seeing this.

"Little girl, you're not good enough for me. Move aside, I'm not here to see you today."

Is that the carefree immortal from Qingcheng Mountain inside the carriage?

Sikong Qianluo was ignored, and looking at the woman's explosive figure, she became even angrier.

"Hey, if you want to see my master, you'll have to get past me first!"

Sikong Qianluo was naturally a proud and arrogant woman.

Now that he has received the Amorous Spear Technique from Zhou Zhenhuan, he has long wanted to find someone to practice with.

And so, the spear moved like a dragon, the emerald bamboo in her hand creating countless spear shadows that instantly enveloped the woman.

The woman remained unmoved until the gun was about to strike her, at which point she suddenly moved.

Lei Wujie felt a scorching heat, like the blazing sun over the desert, which appeared and then disappeared immediately.

The woman drew her knife, but her movements were so fast that Lei Wujie couldn't even see how she took the knife off and how she hung it back on her back.

On the other hand, Sikong Qianluo was covered in sweat. The gun in his hand was still there, and the bamboo was not broken. However, the trembling of the gun tip was getting smaller and smaller, but the speed was getting faster and faster, as if there was a small sun on the gun tip being picked and poked.

Sikong Qianluo gritted her teeth and thrust out a spear, then retreated explosively.

The bamboo spear in his hand broke into pieces, and a crack about ten meters deep had been pierced into the ground in front of him.

Steam was still rising from the crack.

"Senior sister, how is it?"

Sikong Qianluo stared intently at the woman who had her arms crossed over her chest and didn't even glance at her, her hands trembling involuntarily.

Lei Wujie then noticed that her hands were covered in blisters, as if they had been rolled in hot oil.

"Oh? Little girl, for someone your age to be able to withstand one of my blows is quite impressive."

But as I said, you're not good enough.

"For your master's sake, I will spare your life. Step back."

"You...do it again!"

Sikong Qianluo was naturally unconvinced. This woman was truly terrifying; she had probably reached the level of effortless mastery that her master had described.

The broadsword looked very heavy, but she struck it with incredible speed and precision.

"Alright, Qianluo, if you can't beat them, you can't beat them. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

After all, the person in front of you is a genuine sword immortal.

"With your current strength, being able to withstand a single strike from the Sword Immortal is already something to be proud of. There's no need to act rashly; step back."

Sikong Qianluo was somewhat surprised: "The Sword Immortal? Someone from the Southern Decision?"

"In this world, it's not only the Southern Decision that has sword immortals, just as the Southern Decision not only has sword immortals, but also sword immortals."

This guy clearly comes from the desert, and he's got a strong aura of intense heat from the sun; he's trained quite well.

It's a bit of a shame that a woman would practice such a masculine swordsmanship.

Zhou Zhen felt a pang of regret, then slowly stepped out of the car. With a casual wave of his sleeve, Sikong Qianluo's hand injury was instantly healed.

"Master, your disciple is incompetent."

No, you've done more than enough.

Zhou Zhen offered a word of comfort before turning to look at the female swordswoman.

"I originally planned to go to the Western Paradise, but the time was scheduled to be later."

I have other important things to do.

I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly.

"Don't you plan to give your name, young lady?"

When the female swordswoman saw Zhou Zhenhuan come out, her expression changed rapidly, and she even involuntarily took dozens of steps back. The large sword behind her was already in front of her, blocking half of her body.

At this moment, the ferocity of a wild beast in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by extreme vigilance and alertness.

"So you are the Immortal of Freedom?"

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "It's the real deal. In the whole world, apart from me, I'm afraid no one else would care about this name. After all, it's so common."

The woman remained silent for a while before speaking, but her voice had lost its previous crispness and instead carried a rough, gritty quality, much like the fierce winds of the northwest.

“You are indeed qualified to join us.”

Listen up! I am the Four Madmen of the Bliss Pavilion, located in the North, and I am Beitang Lieyang!

On behalf of the Bliss Pavilion, I hereby invite the Carefree Immortal to enter the Bliss Pavilion.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a black iron token shot out like an arrow.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to tear through space in an instant.

Zhou Zhen stood there with a smile on his face, without moving an inch.

The black iron token stopped abruptly in front of him, and then, right under Beitang Lieyang's nose, slowly crumbled into powder.

Beitang Lieyang lowered his body further, hiding behind the knife, adopting the posture of a wild beast hunting its prey.

"You're going to refuse us?"

Do you know that if my Bliss Pavilion wanted to destroy your Qingcheng Mountain, it would be as simple as turning my hand?

Zhou Zhenhuan was still smiling: "I know, I know, the Bliss Pavilion, what a grand display."

Your sect leader is nothing more than a demon dancer who obtained a Buddha's relic and actually thinks she has become a Bodhisattva?

I was just at my wit's end, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep.

"How dare you insult the Venerable Bodhisattva like this! You're courting death!"

The blade in front of Beitang Lieyang suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

"Don't hurt my senior brother!"

Chapter 75 The Demon Buddha's Relic and the Heavenly Demoness

If a person loses their head, then that person is definitely dead beyond dead.

Even a sword immortal cannot withstand a divine sword strike.

But after the woman died, her body turned into a pile of black ash, like charcoal, and vanished without a trace when the wind blew.

"This sword is called Boundless, Boundless Sword, Boundless Calamity. Today, you are destined to face this calamity."

Zhao Yuzhen casually broke Li Fansong's peach wood sword in half and threw it on the ground.

To deal with such evil and heretical practices, he is not worthy of using peach blossoms at all. What if the peach blossoms become dirty?

Li Fansong's outstretched hand was frozen in mid-air.

Master, that looks like my sword.

Li Fansong sighed. He thought that people in the martial arts world would soon find out that he, Li Fansong, also had a peach wood sword.

Now it has become, yes, he did indeed once have a peach wood sword.

Zhou Zhen's smile froze on his face, and he stared at Zhao Yuzhen for a long time without saying a word.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

What will you do if you get injured? Who will go to Snowmoon City to propose marriage?

So from now on, let my junior brother handle these kinds of things.

"What did you think of my sword strike just now, senior brother?"

Zhou Zhen rubbed his face, circled Zhao Yuzhen twice, and then looked up at the sky speechlessly.

"Senior brother, there's no need to be so moved. It's all what I should do."

"Actually, I wanted to ask her a few questions."

"Senior brother, you are mistaken. Senior brother once taught us that when exorcising demons, we must be swift and efficient, and never listen to the other party's nonsense."

I could smell the intense bloodlust emanating from this woman just now.

I learned this skill of observing qi from my senior brother. Behind this woman, there were mountains of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Her fierce yang energy was clearly cultivated using the masculine blood of a virgin.

Therefore, it is clear that many people must have died at this woman's hands.

Zhou Zhen opened his mouth, but finally patted him on the shoulder: "You're right."

"Then why is there no smile on your face, Senior Brother? Shouldn't you feel gratified?"

Zhou Zhen suddenly felt a pang of regret, regretting that he had led his junior brother astray.

They talk so eloquently now, it's almost like they've shot themselves in the foot.

The carriage started moving again, and Lei Jiema seemed to be stimulated. This time, it ran for ten miles in one go, and its skin had turned the color of flames, with mist constantly rising from its body.

Because they were so conspicuous, Zhou had no choice but to use a smokescreen to conceal their presence.

Not only did Lei Wujie risk his life, but Sikong Qianluo was also greatly stimulated.

The two horses, which were running peacefully on the road, suddenly took off into the air.

However, Sikong Qianluo used the two horses as a carrying pole, using a bamboo spear to hoist them into the air, preventing them from landing no matter how much they struggled.

Later, it's highly likely that the two horses felt they had become flying horses, and instead of resisting, they kept humming comfortably.

Zhou Zhenhuan leaned against the carriage with his eyes closed.

Xiao Se sat to one side with his hands tucked into his sleeves, head down, seemingly deep in thought.