Chapter 48 Battle with Lu Changtian (Blemish +1)

When they saw the pill shot into Taoist Qingxuan's mouth.

Two people shuddered.

One was the sect leader Wu Duantian, and the other was Chen Huaian, who was in a daze in front of his phone.

Just now, the game popped up a prompt whether to actively hand over the normal pill to Taoist Qingxuan, and he chose yes.

So, is this "handing" or "giving"?

Is it so hardcore?

Will this NPC really not be furious?

Will it suddenly attack and cause a BadEnd!

Wu Duantian was shocked by Chen Huaian's rudeness. As a great cultivator, he actually did something like forcibly stuffing pills into other people's mouths...

It's really insulting!

Quite explosive!

It's... surprising! !

Li Qingran was dumbfounded.

A stupid hair stood up on his forehead, stunned.

Taoist Qingxuan's throat rolled, and the Dahuan Pill went down his stomach.

Just as he was about to explode with anger, the power of the Great Huan Dan spread out. There was not even a trace of poison in it. Obviously, as the mysterious monk said, there was no deception. Xiao Yifeng's current fate was his own fault.

Qingxuan Taoist was in a complicated mood.

His head, which was overwhelmed by anger, calmed down a little.

He couldn't say that there was poison in the pill to distort right and wrong, right?

Everyone saw it clearly, and he had lost face.

At present, the realm of this cultivator is unknown and he is still in the dark.

If he can't beat him after a sudden attack, then he should not stay in Qingyun Sect in the future.

Forget it, I will endure it for the last time.

Qingxuan Taoist took a deep breath, his stiff face twitched twice, and he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth: "Well, there is indeed no poison in this Great Huan Dan... I didn't teach my apprentice well, but I made you laugh. But Xiao Yifeng has an extraordinary talent in the way of alchemy. If I can achieve something in the future, I will ask you for advice then."

Qingxuan Taoist's words were very tactful.

Meaning: Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, the apprentice version.

Chen Huaian understood, and sneered at the protestation in Qingxuan Taoist's words: "By the time your apprentice has achieved something, I have already turned Qingran baby into a sword fairy."

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"Master, there is no need to wait that long, I will ask for your advice today."

Everyone heard a series of footsteps and looked sideways.

Seeing Lu Changtian walk up the steps of the square and stand in front of Li Qingran.

He slowly pulled out the flying sword from the scabbard, his aura gradually rising, and his sharp eyes locked on Li Qingran.

The eldest disciple of Chixiao Peak, the foundation is perfect.

Among the cultivators under the age of thirty, this realm is already a natural talent.

The two looked at each other in silence, and they were already on the verge of a fight, and their hearts were tense!

Lu Changtian's robe fluttered, as if a strong wind was poured in, his pupils were deep with anger and hatred, and when the aura climbed to the peak, it gradually restrained and compressed downwards, until it stopped at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Junior sister, I still want to call you Junior Sister. But I call you the you of the past, not the you of the present with a hideous face.

If it weren't for you, Zhang Hanxiao, Yun Zimo, and Xiao Yifeng wouldn't be hurt like this.

Chi Xiaofeng and Master wouldn't be humiliated because of this!"

"But I don't want to call you Senior Brother." Li Qingran pulled out the Suxian, and the tip of the sword was facing Lu Changtian diagonally.

A pair of eyes covered with frost and snow were reflected on the blade: "The day I fell from the ring, Lu Changtian was already dead."

"You hurt Junior Sister, this is what you deserve."

"If I wanted to hurt Mu Baishuang, you wouldn't be able to react at all. At that time, I was building my foundation, and she was refining Qi. Why do you think you can stop me from hurting her? All the elders and the sect master are not here, just you, and an outer sect elder in the Jindan period?"

"Don't make excuses, let me see if your sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

Lu Changtian bullied himself, the sword energy was like snow, and the chill was chilling.

It was the sword move that Mu Baishuang often used - Lan Shuangxue, which also came from the Xiao Wuxiang Sword Technique.

This sword move was also used by Mu Baishuang on the stage that day.

At that time, Mu Baishuang was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, so he suppressed his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

He was proficient in all the sword moves of Xiao Wuxiang Sword, and he used whatever Mu Baishuang had used at that time.

Let's see if it is as Li Qingran said,

As long as she wants, they can't stop her!

Li Qingran also noticed Lu Changtian's thoughts. She dodged a sweeping sword energy, her figure flashed, and the Suxian sword stabbed towards an uninhabited place.

Lu Changtian, who turned into frost and snow, appeared in the air. He frowned, his eyes were dignified, and he turned over to avoid the Suxian sword. He sighed when Li Qingran's reaction became so fast. He felt a chill on his scalp and immediately raised his sword to block it. A strong force hit the sword but it flashed away. When he turned around and pulled out an insidious whip kick, Li Qingran had already retreated three steps gracefully.

At the moment when Lu Changtian had not yet retracted his legs, he thrust his sword forward and stabbed again.

The sword light was like rain, and its momentum was getting faster and faster.

The sword move she used was also the one she used on Mu Baishuang on the stage at that time - the sixth move of the Xiao Wuxiang Sword - Raindrops.

There were too many suppressed realms, and Lu Changtian's body could not keep up with the reaction of his brain.

He never thought that Li Qingran's sword would be so fast. Even if he knew more about the Xiao Wuxiang Sword, he could only respond hastily.

Raindrops continued to stab forty-nine swords.

In his memory, Li Qingran had never used this sword move for more than thirty swords when he asked him to practice sword.

As long as he could last for thirty swords.

Hiss——!

There was no time to think about it.

A sharp sword light suddenly came into view, extremely fast.

This sword light fell from the sky, followed by a blurry figure.

The rain was pouring down, and the sword was like a waterfall.

There was a trace of imperceptible sword intent in the rain curtain composed of sword shadows,

After accumulating 49 swords, he suddenly thrust out, unstoppable.

Bang!

Lu Changtian's sword flew out of his hand.

He knelt on the ground, his pupils trembling, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him.

Su Xian's cold sword blade had already been across his neck.

"Why, you could thrust out the last sword of Yu Linli?"

"Why?"

Li Qingran's voice seemed to be sighing, and self-mocking.

"Lu Changtian, I actually knew how to do it a long time ago, but your patience never let me thrust the last sword."

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