Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

Chen Ci originally wanted to reply: Then you'd better be really good at fighting.

Then he discovered that this veteran was really good at fighting.

The sweaty kind.

Old Taoist Ge Zhou held the Feng Han Yun Talisman in one hand and the Dragon and Tiger Magic Sword in the other. He suddenly stepped forward and actually took the initiative to kill Chen Ci.

It's ordinary, very different from Chen Cixue's sword moves.

But just draw your sword and kill.

In just one breath, the two of them fought against each other and parried seven or eight swords. Chen Ci didn't even have time to think about it. He was planning to attack. Although the spiritual sword in his hand was irregular, he always intercepted the magic sword at the critical moment.

Basic swordsmanship: Dacheng/44/100

Huh~

In his previous life and two lifetimes, Chen Ci had never been so close to death in the two breaths just now, and he couldn't even think of activating the five yin evil energy bags.

Being hit by lightning just now doesn't count because he didn't react at all.

Excellent swordsmanship. I really didn't expect you, Daoyou Chen, to have learned so much despite your young age. As long as you sharpen your skills a little more, you will be able to achieve great things with your swordsmanship alone.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Old Taoist Ge Zhou's face, as if he had subconsciously seen the Feng Han Yun Talisman, and whispered: At most, there is still a hundred breaths left.

The old Taoist's pressure was greatly increased, and even the magic sword in his hand slowed down a bit. After another two breaths, the two of them passed more than ten swords.

Basic swordsmanship: Dacheng/57/100

When the intention arrives and the sword arrives, the sword enters one of them.

Hundred Breaths!

That's fifty breaths.

An idea suddenly flashed through Chen Ci's mind. All he had to do was distance himself a little and wait for a little time, and he would win this battle!

This seasoned Taoist's magical weapons are not as good as his, and his energy reserves are not as good as his. Only his experienced swordsmanship is worse than Chen Ci's.

Nowadays, his swordsmanship is completely messed up. He really has poor mental quality. God is going to kill him.

but.

His intuition told him that if he took a step back, he would be dead.

This old man seems to be at a loss, but he is actually attacking his heart!

His hands, eyes, and heart are bold, and his mind is as sharp as the sword. If he can't keep up with the spirit at all, he is afraid that he will be killed by the sword within ten breaths. This veteran's understanding of fighting skills and sword fighting is far better than him.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the solemn expression on Old Dao Ge Zhou's face turned into cold murderous intent.

It is true that the Feng Han Yun Talisman will be extinguished if it has only a hundred breaths left.

However, in swordsmanship practice, it is easiest to improve in a life-and-death fight, which is against oneself.

When facing the enemy, you need to kill them with courage. Once the enemy's courage is exhausted, they are like chickens and ducks to be slaughtered. They can be killed with a sword at a distance of only a few feet.

This Heshan cultivator is afraid of death!

Within ten breaths, kill him with the sword!

This is the idea of ​​Ge Zhou Lao Dao.

If you are not dead for ten breaths, the sword will determine the outcome!

This is Chen Ci's idea.

In this very brief moment, both of them made a decision. The sword in their hands made a sound as it cut through the air. There was no holding back. The two of them connected with each other with their swords. It only took a few breaths in total, and blood was already visible.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths!

Basic swordsmanship: Grandmaster/Transparent (clear mind, seeking victory with the sword)

As soon as the sword was handed out, a different feeling appeared in Chen Ci's heart.

It's not that the swordsmanship has improved, but it's a very wonderful fighting feeling. It seems that every sword has its own judgment on the result.

For example, with this sword, I exchanged injuries for injuries, which was a slight loss.

If you don't block this sword, you will die.

This sword is a sure kill, one is injured and the other is disabled!

kill!

middle!

The two men groaned at the same time and each took a few steps back.

There was a gap in the upper left side of Chen Ci's chest and abdomen, and his ribs were visible. However, with an extremely tricky sword move, Ge Zhou's old man cut open half of his shoulder, close to his chest and lungs.

The outcome has been decided.

You actually improved your swordsmanship?

The old Taoist Ge Zhou's eyes were full of surprise, and there was a flash of death in his eyes: This is really a trick of fate. Every step is ahead, but every move is missed. The old Taoist lost.

Once the thunder method is completed, this battle should be won, otherwise he would not take action brazenly.

How could he lose to a disciple of the Heshan Sect in a close sword fight?

Disciples of the Heshan Sect have always relied on evil methods. Even if this guy started practicing swordsmanship from his mother's womb, it shouldn't be better than his decades of hard training.

This makes no sense at all!

Chen Ci shook his head and had no words.

If he has something wrong, will he tell anyone?

Come on, Fellow Daoist Chen, give the old Taoist a ride. He is greedy and harms others, but he can't blame others.

Old Taoist Ge Zhou staggered, trying hard to stop the wound, his face was miserable.

Chen Ci still shook his head.

Why, do you want to humiliate the old Taoist!

Old Taoist Ge Zhou roared violently, with an angry expression on his face.

I'm waiting for skills, fellow Taoist, what are you waiting for?

Chen Ci stared at the nearly extinguished Fenghanyun Talisman and was silent for a moment before asking coldly.

The wind is coming!

Old Taoist Ge Zhou's face finally fell completely. As he drank, a force of wind pushed the two of them a few steps away, but they were only two feet away. Then he turned around and ran away.

Live for the Tao and die for the Tao. Brother Daoist Ge, why do you have to lose your dignity?

Five Yin Black Evils!

In just two breaths, Chen Ci asked this Taoist master from Longhu Mountain to take a trip into the bag of five yin evil spirits.

After all, it is the end of cause and effect.

Chen Ci looked at the debris all over the ground and suddenly shivered, but he didn't expect that he was the only one to survive a small disaster in Qingquan Village, and he felt very depressed.

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You can't become an immortal by being naive. Fellow Daoist Ge really taught me a lesson.

Chen Ci felt an inexplicable feeling of empathy and sighed heavily: Although we are fighting, I understand you. It is not your intention to live and die. Everything is for the pursuit of eternal life.

We, the disciples of the outside world, have low skills, lack of resources, and are troubled by trivial matters. The path to pursuing immortality is difficult every step of the way. We have to fight for life and death for some earthly money.

Chen Ci only felt that the road was lonely. Suddenly, he felt a little more enlightened, and his heart towards the road unknowingly became stronger.

But, little people also have dreams of immortality!

Chen Ci slapped the bag of Five Yin Evil Spirits, and Ah Bag consciously spat out the loot.

Dragon and tiger magic sword, dragon and tiger magic robe, dragon and tiger magic seal.

There was also a money bag made of gold wire. When I touched it, it was bulging and obviously contained a lot of banknotes.

Chen Ci put the money bag in his arms and slowly exhaled: You don't have to feel guilty, Brother Daoist Ge. Go and go with peace of mind. I forgive you. The five-yin evil spirit bag is warm in winter and cool in summer. I believe you won't have any objections. As for I will accept your dream and move forward for you.

Then he went to the field and collected all the valuable things one by one. After searching everywhere, it was difficult to deal with the essence and blood in the medicinal cauldron for the time being. Chen Ci simply carried the bronze cauldron on his shoulders, and then took the remaining Use kerosene to burn this place thoroughly, which can be regarded as processing the beginning and the end without leaving many traces.

This bronze medicine cauldron is very heavy.

Just like the difficulty of immortality, Chen Ci was a little breathless under the pressure.

But this is not essence and blood, this is a dream, so he can't stop at all!

However, Chen Ci also had to think about how to end this matter.

Let the Changping County Magistrate report and I will approve the note. Daoyou Ge himself said that he had a narrow escape from death. Can you blame others?

But then, Chen Ci's shoulders slumped, and he almost couldn't hold on to his dream, with a sad look on his face: It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, but what matters is whether they believe it or not in the Longhu Mountain Jiuquan Temple. Now that guy is dead without even a body, no. No, I really have to find a way to make progress in the Heshan Sect, and I feel so panicked because there is no one to help me resist.

Taking back what he just said, Chen Ci felt that he could not forgive Ge.

It’s so uneasy to live in death.

Damn it, it's all your fault. I didn't even leave a body. What should I do? Tell me what I should do!

Chen Ci gave the Wuyin Evil Qi bag a blow, and I'm afraid this matter will have to be discussed.