Chapter 231 Another Fight to Build the Foundation

"Senior brother, no!"

Shi Gang was calm. Although the person in front of him was unknown, he could cut off the Duxiu pen with one sword, so his strength should not be underestimated.

However, although he warned, Lu Duxiu didn't seem to hear it. He quickly took out a wine jar from the storage bag, raised his hand to tear open the jar, and then patted the wine jar.

boom!

A burst of green smoke came out of the wine jar, and then a short old man wearing a scarf and naked back appeared. It's just that this person's figure is like smoke and mist, illusory and unreal. It seems that it is not an entity, but is transformed by green smoke.

"Please use spiritual skills?" Shui Linglong's eyes widened and she said with some uncertainty.

"Hey, little doll, you still have some knowledge!" the little old man said with a smile.

"Greetings to our ancestors!" Lu Duxiu bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Hey, why did you recruit me out again? I remember the last time I came out was three years ago!" the little old man said leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"This time the enemy is a sword cultivator. He cut the Duxiu Bi into two pieces with just a raise of his hand. I beg my ancestor to use his magical power to kill this man and let me vent his evil anger!"

After hearing this, the little old man immediately stared and blew his beard and said: "What! He actually cut off the Duxiu pen that I passed on to my descendants. What bastard is so bold!"

"That's the man!" Lu Duxiu pointed at Liang Yan and said viciously: "My ancestors must beat him until his soul is gone, and he will never be reincarnated!"

"So it's you." The little old man snorted coldly: "If you dare to attack my descendants, you will die without mercy!"

As he spoke, he put the two small hands that had turned into green smoke together in the middle, and then pulled them apart again. Liang Yan took a closer look and saw a giant brush appearing between the two hands.

The brush was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. As the old man pulled it apart with his hands, its full length was gradually revealed, and it was already over six feet.

"Here comes the wine!"

With a loud shout, Lu Duxiu behind him hurriedly handed over the wine jar. The little old man held the brush in both hands like a mop, dipped it in the wine jar, then turned around and wrote in the air, writing with wine. The word "kill" was written!

A violent murderous intention emerged from the font, and instantly filled the area of ​​ten feet in radius.

"Junior Brother Liang, retreat first!" Shui Linglong shouted when she saw this: "The strength of this spirit has reached the early stage of foundation building, and we cannot match it!"

"Hey, want to run?"

Shi Gang next to him chuckled, his skin turned into stone again, and he rushed towards Shui Linglong again.

Although he looks rough and wild, he is actually cautious by nature. He was frightened by the power of Liang Yan's sword before, and he already had the intention of retreating in his heart. But now that he saw Lu Duxiu's trump card, he immediately felt relieved and secretly made up his mind that he only needed to entangle one person.

Shui Linglong saw Shi Gang attacking, so she had no choice but to use her magical power again, and fought with him. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw Liang Yan still standing there with his hands behind his hands, as if he had not even thought about escaping.

"This idiot has some sense of loyalty," Shui Linglong thought to herself.

At this moment, she was entangled by Shi Gang, mistakenly thinking that Liang Yan couldn't bear to leave her and run away alone, but she didn't know that Liang Yan had once killed a foundation-building monk with only his sword.

It was also the early stage of foundation building, when the physical body of the Gusong layman was still in his heyday, but the little old man in front of him was just a lonely ghost. How could Liang Yan take him to heart.

"After the Sword Making Pavilion sword was completed, I haven't used it to my fullest yet. Today is the perfect time to test the sword with you!"

Liang Yan murmured in his mouth, took up the sword technique in his hand, and the fixed light sword immediately trembled above his head.

Zheng!

Accompanied by a melodious sword cry, the flying sword above his head suddenly lit up with two kinds of brilliance: the cold moonlight and the bright starlight! The power of stars and moonlight slowly flows on the sword, adding a bit of chill to the already dark forest.

"Huh?"

The little old man's expression changed slightly, but he had an arrow on the string at this moment and had to shoot. He didn't care to find out whether the other party was real or not, he just picked up the wine jar and raised his head and took a big sip.

"puff!"

A mouthful of old wine was sprayed on the word "kill" in front of him. The little old man was drunk and looked up with a smile: "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles! Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the word "kill" flew towards Liang Yan, but Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged. With a pinch of the sword in his hand, the light sword above his head roared out, shooting towards the word "kill" in the air. go.

boom!

With a loud noise, the swords intersected in the air, bursting out with a dazzling white light. Lu Duxiu, who was watching the battle, and Shui Linglong and Shi Gang, who were fighting together, involuntarily retreated several feet to the outside. .

When the white light dissipated, I saw that the surrounding area was covered with fallen vegetation and devastation! Killing intent and sword intent were galloping in this area, and they were entangled with each other. For a while, they were evenly matched.

"What! What is your background as a junior? How can you have such a powerful sword intention when you are clearly not at the eighth level of Qi Refining!" The little old man looked uncertain, his eyes going back and forth between Liang Yan and Feijian. After looking at it, he continued: "And this flying sword of yours is not simple either!"

Liang Yan smiled slightly in his heart and thought to himself: "Can it be simple? This is a flying sword that is integrated into the galaxy sand!"

But he would definitely not say this directly. What responded to the little old man's series of questions was the sword technique in his hand.

As the sword formula changed, the fixed light sword in mid-air suddenly flashed with inspiration, and instantly transformed into three, splitting into three identical flying swords.

"Sword light differentiates!"

Before the little old man could react, the three silver-white flying swords were already flying up and down, slashing at the word "kill" from different angles. With each strike of Feijian, the word "kill" became a little thinner. In just a few moments, it had become vague and almost disappeared.

"No! Ancestor, this person seems a little weird! Otherwise, we should withdraw!" Lu Duxiu was strong on the outside but strong on the inside. At this moment, seeing Liang Yan's strong sword intent, he actually felt timid.

"Shut up! You loser!" the little old man yelled angrily: "If it weren't for the thin spiritual power in your body and insufficient cultivation, how could I be summoned by you with just my cultivation in the early stage of foundation building?"

Lu Duxiu's face turned red and white after being scolded by him, and his face suddenly lost all color. He could only accept it.

"Bring me some wine and let me fight your ancestor for another three hundred rounds!" the little old man said with a bold smile.

"yes!"

Lu Duxiu respectfully carried the wine jar. The little old man held a mop-sized brush and dipped it in the wine jar. Then he wrote three words in a row, namely "Heng", "Jue" and "Ba". !

Just when these three words were formed, he was suddenly surprised to see that the three flying swords opposite him seemed to sway slightly, and the next moment they all disappeared.

"What the hell is this kid doing?" The little old man's mind froze slightly, but he immediately shouted in his heart: "No!"

He turned around suddenly and was surprised to see three white lights suddenly appearing above Lu Duxiu's head, then twisting downwards quickly.

Swish, brush, brush!

Three blasts broke through the air. Before Lu Duxiu could react to what was happening, he was cut into three pieces by Liang Yan.

"No!"

The little old man was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes full of regret. However, Lu Duxiu is dead at this moment. As a spirit summoned by Lu Duxiu, he naturally cannot exist.

As the breeze blew in the forest, the little old man finally turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.