Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 10 First encounter

"No, someone is coming!"

Gu Lao Liu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. The others did not dare to be negligent and became alert.

"Five miles away, four people are rushing over!" Niu Gui'er also said in a deep voice.

Kang Dabao clearly didn't see the two of them use any tricks, but Niu and Gu were able to pass on the news.

"Five hundred spirit stones for one head! It depends on your ability!" Bai Bian picked up the sword and suddenly rushed out.

Niu and Gu followed without hesitation. Kang Dabao and Song Erjie looked at each other and followed.

It is hard to tell who the prey is at this point, so if you keep silent you might get pounced on by someone.

"I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be the old man from the Bai family. Today, we brothers will take your head first, and then we will go and destroy your Baijiazhai."

The burly man who was the leader of the other side opened his dazzling golden eyes, stretched out his arms and let out a long laugh.

He stepped on a bone sword and rushed towards Bai Bian. Bai Bian's face was cold, and the long sword in his hand shot out quickly, with an extremely sharp edge.

He became famous at a young age, and in his twenties he was already a rare late-stage cultivator in the vicinity.

He became famous for his sword skills inherited from the Bai family and was a well-known foundation-building seed in that era.

Even though he is very old now, with his ambition, he will not allow the younger generation to be so rampant.

Seeing that the opponent was still coming forward, the man tapped the bone sword under his feet, and the bone sword turned into a black light and attacked Bai Bian Feijian.

In an instant, the flying sword and the bone sword collided heavily, making a loud sound of metal clashing, and then they quickly retreated.

Bai Bian's face flushed red, and the man also groaned. The first confrontation between the two sides was actually evenly matched.

Bai Bian thought to himself that it was not good. He did not expect that the eldest son of the Liu family would make such rapid progress.

"So you've become so old now! If we had known that you were just this old, why would the four of us brothers have waited for you to die of old age? The Bai Family Village would have been gone long ago!"

The Liu family's eldest brother continued to smile. He reached out to catch the flying bone sword and shouted to the back: "Come over and kill the people quickly. After that, go to Baijiazhai and have a good time."

"Here comes big brother!"

"The girls in Baijiazhai are definitely much better than those here!"

"Haha, chop off everything below the wheels, coat them with flour, and fry them!"

Three more figures jumped out from the woods behind him.

"What an evil cultivator!" Niu Gui'er snorted coldly, wrapped in a little ghost, and greeted the second white-faced, long-bearded cultivator who came riding the wind.

"Second son of the Liu family, my good kids are hungry and they like your body!"

"Haha, you Niu Guizi, you still have the nerve to say that grandpa is an evil cultivator. Come on, let grandpa see who will eat whom!" The second son of the Liu family replied with a big laugh.

Then he curled his fingers into a sword, cut off the long beard under his chin at the root, and rushed towards Niu Guier's group of ghosts with a mad look on his face.

"First, eat your grandfather's flywheel to fill your stomach." He threw the flywheel in his hand and cut the leading ghost doll into two pieces.

The flywheel turned again, aiming at the center of Niu Guier's eyebrows, trying to cut it symmetrically.

Niu Gui'er's expression remained unchanged as he displayed his famous skill, the Netherworld Hand. His pair of flesh palms exuded a deathly aura and their color was as black as iron.

It is obvious that he has already mastered this top-grade wild-level magic to a small degree. No wonder someone as arrogant as Bai Bian would look up to him.

"Bang" Niu Guier knocked the flywheel away with his left hand, his palm turned slightly white, and he stepped forward quickly, his speed was even faster than the flywheel that was knocked back.

The evil man stretched out his right hand and slapped the chest of the second son of the Liu family. The latter hurriedly stepped back dozens of feet, turning his whole body sideways with the help of his toes, and only then did he manage to avoid it.

A big tree became Liu Laoer's scapegoat, and Niu Gui'er slapped the tree silently.

The giant tree that was originally so lush and green that it blocked out the sun was shrinking visibly. In just a few breaths, everything from leaves to roots was lifeless.

"Come and die!" Niu Gui'er became even more powerful and slapped him with his backhand again.

The second son of the Liu family was sweating profusely, and he felt that his footwork had never been so exquisite as it was today.

He narrowly avoided another fatal blow. He couldn't help but secretly think that this fake Taoist priest was so cruel, and he looked more like an evil cultivator than himself.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain. It turned out that a ghost doll had sneaked in. It used all its strength in its two fat arms to pierce his left shoulder with a pistol.

The second son of the Liu family felt pain and controlled the flywheel, using an angry blow to smash the ghost doll to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the dozens of ghost dolls behind him continued to charge forward, stabbing with knives and guns or biting with fangs. The second son of the Liu family was made quite embarrassed by these little ghosts for a while.

Niu Gui'er's pair of iron palms with a black glow found a flaw and attacked again. The second son of the Liu family risked his life to dodge again.

This notorious evil cultivator fought with Niu Guier for only a few moments, but he was already firmly at a disadvantage.

Seeing his brother in danger, the third son of the Liu family rushed to help but was stopped by Gu Lao Liu Yi on the way.

The ancient six-handed man waved the Hundred Ghost Banner three times. In a moment, the field was filled with black air, and dozens of armored evil ghosts screamed out. The sound was piercing and disturbing.

The third son of the Liu family frowned slightly, touched the storage bag on his waist, and a green folding fan appeared in his hand. He shouted, and swung the green folding fan violently. The fan surface instantly expanded to the size of a millstone.

The third son of the Liu family moved his fingers slightly, and the folding fan suspended in the air was waved fiercely. Under the strong wind, the black aura of the old six disappeared instantly, and the arrogance of the ghosts also dropped a little.

Gu Lao Liu looked solemn, and gently waved the small banner in his hand. The evil spirits took out the five-foot-long black thorns from the basket behind them, and fired three shots at them at once, covering half of the sky.

The third son of the Liu family's expression changed drastically. He waved the folding fan hanging in the air a few times, blowing away most of the black thorns. The remaining dozen or so black thorns were slightly weakened but still attacked the vital parts of the third son of the Liu family.

At this time, the fourth son of the Liu family, who was a step slower, suddenly protected the third son of the Liu family with a golden round shield. Dozens of black thorns hit the round shield with clanging sounds, but they were all useless and fell to the ground together.

"You're courting death!" Gu Lao Liu cursed in a deep voice, spitting out a mouthful of blood and spraying it on the small banner. When the banner absorbed the blood, a black light suddenly appeared. Gu Lao Liu danced wildly with the banner, and the evil spirits also started to make noise.

They all screamed loudly and brandished their weapons, their scales shining with blood, and they formed a formation and rushed forward like a black sharp knife, slamming hard into the golden armor round shield of the fourth son of the Liu family.

"Wow!" The leading evil ghost stood up, and his scales hit the golden round shield, just like a red-hot iron pot being poured with hot water, and a large amount of white smoke came out in an instant.

The fourth son of the Liu family stood behind the golden armor and round shield, like a stone pillar in the water, gritting his teeth and struggling against the rushing water!
Upon seeing this, the third son of the Liu family started to cast a spell on the magic formula in his hand, and was about to move the folding fan hanging in the air again, but his ears moved slightly, and his expression suddenly changed drastically. He pulled the fourth son of the Liu family in front of him and rolled to the side.

"Bang!" Kang Dabao saw his hammer brushing past the Liu brothers' bodies and hitting the ground where they had just stood, and he thought to himself what a pity.

Unexpectedly, the fourth son of the Liu family could give up the golden armor round shield, a very precious defensive magic weapon, without hesitation.

The tacit understanding these brothers have developed after fighting side by side for so many years is really terrifying.

If this time he was facing an ordinary evil cultivator, Master Kang would definitely be able to gain some gains.

However, the Liu brothers, who had lost the protection of their round shield magic weapon, eventually fell into the army formed by evil spirits.

Gu Laoliu's face turned even darker, and he waved the small flag in his hand rapidly without leaving any strength.

Even though the third son of the Liu family had already raised his folding fan and was fanning it wildly in front of him, the fourth son of the Liu family suppressed the backlash of abandoning the magic weapon and also raised a flying sword magic weapon to fight the evil spirits like a kite, but there were still evil spirits that broke through the strong wind and came in front of them, fighting with them in close combat.

These evil spirits were all the six ancient gods who tortured strong mortals to death with endless cruel methods.

Then the souls are extracted, and those with condensed souls are selected and refined with Yin Fire for dozens of days. Finally, they are placed in the ancient six-simple version of the Hundred Ghosts Banner for nurturing.

They all wore black scales and were not afraid of axes. They lost all reason in the desperate fight. Among them, there were a few evil ghosts formed from the souls of monks who led the charge.

Kang Dabao on the periphery kept using his mountain-splitting hammer to smash the folding fan magic weapon of the third son of the Liu family, causing several fine scratches to appear on the green wooden fan bones.

After this, the third and fourth sons of the Liu family are doomed to fail.

"Bitch!" At this time, Liu Laoer, who was fighting fiercely with Niu Gui'er, spat out a stream of blood and poured it on a big-headed ghost doll under Niu Gui'er's command.

The doll was so burned that white smoke came out of it, and most of its body melted away instantly.

The baby opened his mouth in pain, and half of his dark, round face was turned into rotten flesh.

His eyes were clearly bleeding and he could not make any sound. It was very strange.

But he saw a short dagger stuck in Liu Laoer's waist, which had penetrated him completely. It was Song Erjie's magic weapon, the poisonous bee sting.

He reluctantly dodged another hairpin-shaped magical weapon shot at him by Song Erjie, and was almost hit by Niu Guier's Netherworld Hand.

He hurriedly raised the flywheel magic weapon in his hand and shouted loudly. The flywheel then flashed with light. The white light stung Niu Guier's eyes and hurt him. He cried out inwardly that something was wrong and flew away.

With a "bang", the exploded flywheel fragments tore half of the group of little ghosts raised by Niu Guier into pieces.

The rest were also injured, and they opened their bloody mouths and screamed silently in pain.

Even the second sister Song was caught off guard and her robes were torn by a piece of flywheel debris.

A hideous bloodstain appeared on the porcelain-white skin of her abdomen. The injury was serious and one could faintly see the internal organs in her abdomen beating. Second Sister Song fell to the ground with a look of pain on her face.

Liu Laoer felt even worse. His body was like a broken bucket, with large amounts of blood oozing out from all over his body. He had no intention of fighting anymore, so he turned around and left.

"Haha, don't be afraid, second sister. Stop the injury first! Liu Laoer, don't leave. Watch Grandpa Niu take your head!"

Niu Gui'er didn't care at all about the injuries to his little ghosts. He laughed and chased after Liu Laoer who was fleeing into the dense forest.

Kang Dabao saw that Song Erjie was not seriously injured, Liu Laoer had almost no fighting power, the battle situation between Liu Jia's eldest brother and Bai Bian was unclear, and Liu Jia's third brother and Liu Jia's fourth brother were even more crazy.

I secretly thought that the overall situation was settled, and the tense situation finally relaxed a little.

He thought to himself that both he and Second Sister Song were hiding in the dark to attack people, but Second Sister Song, a female cultivator, was the one who succeeded. As a result, he felt a little embarrassed and hit harder with the Mountain-Splitting Hammer.

"My fellow Taoists, do not let anyone go! If you succeed, I promise not to take any spoils of war. In addition, the Baisha Bai family will owe you a favor!"

After all, Bai Bian is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training for many years. Although the fierce man like the Liu family's boss is in his prime, he is less experienced than the former.

The sharp attack of the bone sword was gradually suppressed by Bai Bian's flying sword. Bai Bian, who was already weak, became more and more courageous. The Liu family boss showed a slight flaw, which was seized by Bai Bian, who chopped off his left ear with a sword.

A large amount of blood covered half of the Liu family's eldest brother's face and also wet his shoulders.

This instead aroused the latter's ferocity. Although Bai Bian had the upper hand, the outcome seemed still uncertain.

How could Kang Dabao and others hold back in a desperate fight with the evil cultivators like the Liu brothers? Between life and death, there is no room for carelessness.

Second Sister Song temporarily used emergency measures to stop the injury, then stood up with a pale face and used a hairpin magic weapon to protect Gu Lao Liu and assist him.

The stalemate lasted for another half a cup of tea. The eldest Liu family's bone sword was already showing signs of weakness, and the third Liu family's green wooden folding fan was also mostly broken into pieces by Kang Dabao's mountain-splitting hammer.

The fourth son of the Liu family was even more miserable. He had several wounds on his body and large pieces of flesh and blood had been chopped off by the evil spirits' knives and axes. He was in critical condition.

Not long after, a howl suddenly came from the dense forest. Kang Dabao was immediately overjoyed, thinking that victory was in his grasp.

He swallowed a few soul-restoring pills that he was reluctant to use under normal circumstances, and mustered up the little remaining spiritual power to attack Qingmu Folding Fan wildly.

After seven or eight hits, the Qingmu folding fan finally couldn't hold on and shattered with a creaking sound.

Just as Kang Dabao was about to smash the pale-faced third son of the Liu family into a pulp with a hammer, he heard another scream from behind.

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