I forge immortality with a pagoda.

The momentum of the Spirit Cry Sword slowed slightly.

Lu Xiong used that moment to forcefully twist his body and barely dodged the sword.

"What a fast sword!"

Lu Xiong was terrified. He let out a long breath, but before he could recover, he heard a loud shout, "Junior Brother Lu, get out of the way!"

Amidst the soft whistling sound of the sword piercing the air, Lu Xiong saw the flying sword return.

"Controlling the sword with Qi!"

"A Qi Refining stage cultivator!"

"wrong!"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Xiong felt utterly hopeless.

His eyes were wide open, and the last cold glint of sword light was reflected in his pupils.

Then, with a "plop," just like a hot knife cutting through fat, Lu Xiong's neck was pierced.

Lu Xiong was sent flying several feet backward by the residual force of the sword, crashing heavily to the ground.

His head was twisted at an odd angle, with only a few bits of skin and flesh connecting it.

His eyes were wide open, frozen in the horror of his impending death. His breath had ceased, and his body had vanished.

A stream of blood shot out like a crimson ribbon, splattering Wang Lishan, who rushed to his rescue, all over his face and body.

A strong, fishy smell instantly filled the air. Wang Lishan was so shocked by this sudden change and the sticky heat on his face that he froze, his mind reeling, and he forgot to move for a moment.

The moonlight shone coldly, illuminating his blood-stained face, his expression stiff and frozen, resembling a demon.

"How dare you, you brat!"

Wang Lishan was filled with shock and anger. He roared and his true qi surged out wildly.

At this moment, he did not hesitate to expend his true energy at all. Blue light flowed around his body, and a giant, shimmering blue sword instantly condensed in the air, exuding a chilling aura and almost tangible.

Just as the giant sword was about to be completed, a sudden burst of flames swept over him, stinging his eyes. He had no choice but to squint and urge his ice sword to plunge into the sea of ​​fire.

"What a powerful fire spell!"

As soon as the ice sword was drawn, Wang Lishan withdrew swiftly.

He wasn't afraid of the technique itself, but he knew that if he were to take it head-on, his internal energy would be greatly depleted.

Unexpectedly, the flames, fueled by the wind, surged and raged like a malignant tumor, completely blocking all his escape routes.

It was actually a wind and fire technique.

This was beyond Wang Lishan's expectations.

Wang Lishan gritted his teeth and made a hand seal, unleashing a torrent of water from his palms that collided violently with the blazing flames.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The sound was incessant, like a red-hot iron block being plunged into cold water.

Once the water and fire subsided, Wang Lishan was already breathing heavily and sweat was beading on his forehead.

Although this move was neutralized, the cost was considerable.

At this moment, white mist billowed in the air, obstructing all vision.

Wang Lishan inwardly cursed, recalling Shen Yu's elusive talisman sword. What if Shen Yu were hiding in the mist, waiting for an opportunity to strike...?

He dared not think too deeply about it and immediately presented a piece of shimmering gold brocade.

With just a slight thought, the golden cloth instantly enlarged, tightly wrapping Wang Lishan up.

After completely enveloping Wang Lishan, it disappeared again, clearly having adhered tightly to Wang Lishan's skin.

He immediately activated his true qi to protect his body firmly, clearly being extremely careful.

On the other side of the sea of ​​fog, Shen Yu was also struggling to breathe, panting heavily.

The two deadly attacks just now had taken a heavy toll on him.

The giant sword technique that Wang Lishan had just used, which he blocked with the Three Lights Jade, further aggravated his energy consumption.

Fortunately, he had taken two Qi-gathering pills beforehand, which slightly accelerated the recovery of his vital energy.

Taking advantage of the misty fog, he quickly regulated his breathing and gathered his energy.

Shen Yu knew that if he were to confront Wang Lishan head-on, defeating this Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator would be no easy task.

Therefore, he must strike unexpectedly and kill the enemy before the mist dissipates.

"Shen..."

Lin Qing's weak call had barely left her lips when Shen Yu suddenly turned around, put a finger to her lips, and made a shushing gesture.

Lin Qing immediately understood and fell silent.

The moonlight pierced through the thinning mist, faintly illuminating Wang Lishan's blurry figure.

Knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, Shen Yu moved his fingers and made a hand seal, and the Lingming Sword immediately moved like a dragon within three feet of his body.

He held his breath, crept to within a few feet of Wanglishan, and then suddenly launched an attack.

The sword rang out suddenly, like the cry of a hawk in the sky.

Wang Lishan was prepared; his profound true qi condensed like black ice, barely managing to withstand the sword tip.

Amidst the pervasive chill, the Spirit Cry Sword was visibly covered in frost.

"What kind of true qi is this?!"

Shen Yu's pupils contracted.

As the frost covering the Spirit Cry Sword grew thicker, Shen Yu clearly felt the connection between the Spirit Cry Sword and his mind weakening.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a raging gust of crimson wind. Amidst the surging heat, the frost emitted a faint cracking sound.

Wang Lishan snorted coldly, "A trivial matter."

"Let me show you the power of the Azure Cold True Qi of my Canglan Sect!"

Before he finished speaking, the pure and cold true qi within his body was pushed to its limit.

The frost that had been merely spreading across the Spirit Cry Sword suddenly became thick and solid, its color changing from pale blue to a deep, dark blue, resembling black ice.

"Snap! Snap snap—!"

A series of teeth-grinding freezing sounds rang out.

The light of the Spirit Cry Sword dimmed rapidly, and the ice covering its surface grew thicker and thicker.

In the blink of an eye, it was indeed frozen into a translucent ice block.

Its spiritual connection with Shen Yu also became extremely weak.

Shen Yu's face turned pale. The Lingming Sword was an important talisman sword that he had refined with his mind. If it was sealed by the opponent with true qi, not only would his combat power be greatly reduced, but his mind would also suffer a backlash.

With a fierce determination, Shen Yu unleashed the thirty-three scorching flames that had been hidden in his dantian, which surged wildly into a torrent that burst forth from his throat.

This action will inevitably cause some loss of the Flame Flow, and once the Flame Flow is lost, it will be much more difficult to re-condense the number thirty-three.

Moreover, during the period when the Flame Flow is depleted, the Blazing Wind Spell will definitely be unusable.

But Shen Yu had no other options and had no choice but to fight a desperate battle.

In an instant, a bright red light shone from Shen Yu's neck, as if a small sun was burning inside.

The dark red flames, radiating terrifying heat, stretched out from one end to the other, winding their way out and faintly outlining the phantom of a ferocious fire dragon in the air.

The fire dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth and swallowed the Spirit Cry Sword, which had been frozen into an ice block, whole.

"laugh--!"

Large plumes of white vapor rose and dispersed as if in an explosion.

The seemingly indestructible, deep blue ice melted rapidly under the impact of this extremely yang and powerful blazing current, turning into scalding water that flowed to the ground.

Almost the instant the ice melted, Shen Yu clearly felt that his mental connection with the Spirit Cry Sword had suddenly become even stronger.

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes, and he focused his mind highly, pouring most of his energy into the Spirit Cry Sword!

The Spirit Cry Sword emitted a clear and resounding sword cry, like a dragon breaking free from its restraints, fiercely piercing Wang Lishan's vital heart.

At this moment, Wang Lishan found himself in a huge crisis.

In order to completely freeze the Spirit Cry Sword, he had already pushed the Azure Cold True Qi in his dantian to its limit.

At this moment, the old energy had just been dissipated and the new energy had not yet been generated, and a feeling of emptiness came from the meridians. For a short period of time, there was not a trace of surplus true qi to be mobilized.

As the sword's edge reached his chest, the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

Wang Lishan was horrified. He suddenly drew the talisman sword that he always kept at his waist as a spare and used it to parry the Spirit Cry Sword.

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