Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

The commander was stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous, and said with wide eyes:

"what did you say?"

Xu Xianxian explained the whole story to the commander with a wry smile.

After hearing the news.

The commander took a deep breath and murmured:

"So... Your Majesty has always been burdened with such a heavy burden?"

Xu Xianxian sighed.

Looking at the two figures not far away, fighting each other in the moonlight.

My heart was also a little trembling.

Has my father been suppressing monsters like this all these years?

Now, Sister Lu is also fighting against the old monster.

Hope everything goes well.

Besides being worried, Xu Xianxian suddenly felt sad and irritated.

There has never been a moment in her life where she regretted as much as today that she didn't practice hard enough and was unable to fight alongside her lover.

Sister Lu, you must win.

……

heaven.

Lu Zhiqiu and Xu Daotian fought to a stalemate.

Because Xu Daotian had been hit by Lu Zhiqiu's sword before.

Fighting at this time is much easier than before, and Lu Zhiqiu has enough room to handle it.

Gradually, the sword light overwhelmed the gun shadow.

After all, although Lu Zhiqiu's sword has not yet been included in the list, its grade is actually higher than Xu Daotian's Cold Jade Demon Heart Spear.

Relying on her weapon advantage, she managed to gain the upper hand.

Xu Daotian secretly felt that something was wrong.

He didn't want to be sent to hell by a little girl who came from nowhere just after breaking the seal.

But the sword he had just been hit by did indeed hinder the flow of true energy in his body.

As one gained strength while the other lost, Lu Zhiqiu fought more and more vigorously, but he gradually showed signs of fatigue.

No.

This cannot go on.

A fierce look flashed in Xu Daotian's eyes.

He suddenly twisted his left arm, opened his mouth into a strange arc, and began to chew.

Lu Zhiqiu cursed:

"You guys are all really disgusting."

"If you can't win, just tear off your own arm and eat it. Why not remove your third leg and make sashimi?"

Xu Daotian was so angry that he was fuming.

He said viciously:

"I hope you can still laugh later."

Lu Zhiqiu wanted to stop it.

But the other party chewed very quickly, and in a short while, the arm was gnawed down to only bones.

No, that's not right.

That's not a bone.

Lu Zhiqiu's pupils shrank and he quickly dodged.

Almost at the same time, a shocking sword light shot out from the bone.

Or.

That was not a bone at all, but a clear sword full of fairy energy.

It forms a sharp contrast with the bloody flesh residue remaining on the sword.

Like flowers stuck in cow dung.

under.

Yan Huikong, who had been watching the battle, was startled. He exchanged glances with Elder Zhu beside him and said in horror:

"That... that's the Qi Pressure Cloud Sword of our ancestor."

The air pressure is sky-high.

Ranked first on the weapons list, it was stolen from Tianshan Gate five hundred years ago.

Lu Zhiqiu also looked at the small sword hanging in front of Xu Daotian in surprise, feeling a little unbelievable.

"So, you were the one who ordered someone to steal this sword!"

"That's not right. The sword was stolen five hundred years ago, but you're only four hundred years old. The time doesn't match."

Xu Daotian laughed heartily:

"indeed."

"When this sword was stolen, it was a senior from the Zuo Dao who coveted it and instigated an elder from the Tianshan Sect to steal it. It has nothing to do with me."

"But later, by chance, I got hold of the sword and kept the news secret."

"Originally, I thought this sword was hidden in my arm, and I would have the chance to use it only after I ascended."

"I didn't expect that you would force me to use this sword."

"You should be proud of yourself!"

Xu Daotian held the gun in his right hand and used his mind to drive the sword in front of him.

A sinister smile appeared on his face.

"This time, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

He took one step forward.

The shadows of guns and swords intertwined, stirring up terrifying waves of air across the sky and earth.

Even people from the distant capital.

I only felt a strong wind coming, and I had to hold on to the pillars, doors and walls around me to avoid being blown away.

One can imagine the pressure Lu Zhiqiu felt facing this attack.

But she didn't back down.

Instead, a fierce fighting spirit surged in his eyes.

One hundred and two Qinguan swords in hand.

Lu Zhiqiu suddenly closed his eyes, then opened them again, and his whole body entered a state of unity with the wind and snow.

Snowflakes are blowing beside me.

Lu Zhiqiu's sword was flying towards the snowflakes, rolling up a snow dragon. Faintly, everyone seemed to be able to hear the dragon's roar coming from the ancient wild times.

The six techniques of Hanshan are: walking on snow, facing the pond, brushing against bamboo, splitting light, smelling fragrance, and breaking jade.

When the sixth move is performed.

The snow dragon's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a real dragon had come to life. It flicked its tail and rushed forward to meet the swords and guns.

There was a bang.

The area within a radius of dozens of miles was shaken.

Two figures emerged from the snow and fog.

It turned out that both sides suffered losses.

Xu Daotian covered his chest, forced himself to stand up, and said through gritted teeth:

"What a beautiful swordsmanship! Your talent is truly unique to me."

Lu Zhiqiu also staggered and stood up from the snow, saying disdainfully:

"Your life story is worthless. After all, it is coming to an end today."

Xu Daotian laughed heartily:

"Unfortunately, your life seems to be not as strong as your words."

"That was your strongest attack just now, right?"

"However, I just used the sharpness of the Qi Pressure Cloud Sword. I didn't use any sword moves at all."

"Now, let's see how you can block this move!"

Xu Daotian growled.

The long sword hangs in the air.

Black energy began to surge in his hands, dyeing the sword as black as ink.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a low hum.

Everyone could hear from this low hum that this sword was about to reveal its true power, the might of being number one on the weapons list.

Xu Daotian pushed his hand forward.

The long sword shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Lu Zhiqiu.

Lu Zhiqiu remained unmoved, as if he had already accepted his fate.

The next moment.

This sword with the powerful air pressure turned around and pierced Xu Daotian's chest at a speed that no one could have imagined.

The Air Pressure Cloud Sword returned to Lu Zhiqiu, the darkness faded away, and it was still snow-white.

Xu Daotian spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

He murmured:

"What the hell is going on?"

Lu Zhiqiu's face turned pale and he sneered:

"The Immortal Sword has a spirit, so it naturally doesn't want to stay with an old immortal like you who reeks of blood and decay."

This is a lie!

The truth is... Lu Zhiqiu had previously obtained the original copy of "Asking the Sword" by the Tianshan Patriarch at the Jade Immortal Sword Wall.

And this had already been melted into the Hundred and Twenty Qin Guan Sword by her.

Therefore, the Bai Er Qin Guan Sword was stained with some of the aura of the Tianshan Patriarch.

The ancestor of Tianshan, and the original owner of the Qiya Yunxiao Sword.

With the help of this aura, Lu Zhiqiu successfully instigated the Qi Pressure Cloud Sword and dealt a piercing blow to Xu Daotian at the critical moment!

It was previously pierced by Lu Zhiqiu's Baier Qinguan Sword.

Now it has been pierced by the life-saving magic weapon of the Golden Core Mage.

No matter what, Xu Daotian couldn't turn things around!

Chapter 62: I don't know the people of the world, I only know you, Lu Zhiqiu

Outside the capital.