Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Bang bang!" Two slender jade palms fell on his chest.

"Poof!" A blood arrow spurted out.

These two palms were the combined strength of Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue, and they were the most powerful.

Sure enough, his body-protecting sword energy was broken.

The two women struck him again with their palms, and before he had time to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, they hit him on the back.

"Bang bang!"

He staggered but no blood spurted out. These two palms could no longer break through his sword energy.

Fakong was about to use the immobilization spell, but stopped. The situation at the scene.

Gu Xinxian's injuries were getting worse, and since he couldn't borrow the power of the Thunder God Sword, his movement was too slow.

He looked awkward and stiff in front of the two women.

Their turns and changes are flexible and unpredictable, changing direction suddenly when they think they can no longer change direction.

Gu Xinxian felt passive and helpless everywhere, and was so depressed that she wanted to yell.

He has a strong will, and even though he is depressed and at a disadvantage, he still fights with all his strength.

If the sword is not fast enough, then you will win with subtlety.

But the swordsmanship of Ben Lei Divine Sword is originally about winning with speed, but speed is the only thing that can't be broken.

Speaking of subtlety, in front of the two women, they are just doing their best.

Their palm skills were exquisite, and combined with their exquisite body skills, Gu Xinxian's sword skills became more and more crude and his body skills were clumsy.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound continued.

Gu Xinxian stumbled and received more than thirty slaps. His face was so gloomy that it was dripping with water, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

These thirty-six palms failed to break his protective sword energy, but he found something bad.

These palm powers were very strange. After entering his body, they neither spread nor were dispelled by the sword energy.

Instead, it began to gather, become solid and pure, and began to affect the body, hindering the movement of the sword energy from the inside.

With thirty more palms, these palm powers will probably become a reality.

When the time comes, the protective sword energy will be blocked and will inevitably be broken.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he sneered: "You must seek death!"

Ning Zhenzhen was neither angry nor angry, as indifferent as snow: "Do you really think there is no one in Mingyue Temple?!"

"If it weren't for this stinky monk's help, would you have survived?" Gu Xinxian sneered: "Monk and nun, hey, they are really colluding!"

Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "That's all you have, you can just use your words to show off."

His words were harsh and vicious, but they could not shake the hearts of Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue.

Traveling through the martial arts world, fighting to the death, in order to fight for a chance of survival, the opponents will say whatever they want, just to distract them.

If Mingyue'an's disciples didn't have this ability to resist interference, all of them would have died long ago, and the mental skills of Mingyue'an would have been in vain.

Gu Xinxian suddenly smiled strangely: "Do you feel weak in your body?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "It's useless to waste your breath, just accept death."

"Do you feel something?" Gu Xinxian smiled broadly: "My poison is a strange poison in the world. It is nameless, colorless and tasteless, and it is made by the fusion of three non-poisonous substances."

Fa Kong, who was not far away, suddenly shook and frowned: "What kind of poison!?"

He slowly sat down cross-legged, his face pale.

He formed seals with his hands, trying his best to fight against the poison in his body.

The two women returned quickly and came to protect him.

"Haha..." Gu Xinxian leaned on his sword and laughed, gritting his teeth: "Smelly monk, retribution!"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

A dozen more palms would be troublesome.

This nameless and strange poison of mine has once again achieved great success!

I can finally take a breath and give myself time to deal with these palm powers.

Since entering the second level, I have never used this poison. I almost forgot about its existence. I never thought that I would use it one day.

Fakong shook his head: "As a master of Shenyuan Realm, he still uses poison, I really admire him!"

Gu Xinxian sneered: "Do you think this is a place I chose at will? Haha..."

He laughed triumphantly.

While trying his best to circulate the sword energy, destroy the palm power in a very domineering way, and delay time by laughing and talking.

At the same time, he was accumulating the power of the Thunder God Sword and preparing for a fatal blow.

As long as you kill this smelly monk, you will have no worries and can escape at any time.

Now that the smelly monk is poisoned, it just saves his energy. This unknown and strange poison is his lucky star.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned slightly: "Really think we were poisoned? Ridiculous!"

"Haha..., stop pretending." Gu Xinxian became more and more certain that they were all poisoned.

It's just that the smelly monk's cultivation was weak, so he had a violent attack. The two women's cultivation was strong and they could barely hold on, but they were actually extremely weak.

Fakong looked pale and said calmly: "Although I have been poisoned, the Buddha's mantra can still be used."

"Haha..." Gu Xinxian laughed, walked over slowly, and came three steps away from Fakong.

The two women had calm faces and looked at him coldly, but did not make any move.

Gu Xinxian raised the Thunder God Sword and pointed it at Fa Kong's throat: "Do you think I believe it or not?"

The tip of the sword turned to Ning Zhenzhen, looking at her beautiful face, and shook his head: "If I kill her now, can the Buddha's curse stop me?"

The tip of the sword slowly approached Ning Zhenzhen's beautiful face.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him indifferently, motionless, as if it was not him who was being pointed at by the sword.

Gu Xinxian laughed loudly and glanced sideways at Fa Kong.

He laughed so hard that he almost leaned forward and backward, but the tip of the sword did not tremble and pointed steadily at Ning Zhenzhen's right eye.

"My divine sword is very sharp. With just one stroke, it can pierce her beautiful head." Gu Xinxuan shook her head: "It's such a pity that such a stunning beauty has died."

Fakong said slowly: "Are you stalling for time?"

"Hey, the stinky monk is smart enough." Gu Xinxian laughed and said, "So what if I delay time? Aren't you the same?"

He shook his head and said, "It's useless. The deeper the cultivation, the deeper the poison, the faster the death."

"You know, once the Taiyin Xiaolianxing of Mingyue Temple is perfected, it is immune to all poisons." Fakong said, "Even if your poison is poisonous, it's useless."

"Haha..." Gu Xinxian laughed again, and suddenly turned his wrist, and the Thunder God Sword stabbed at Fakong's eyebrows.

"Fix!" Fakong uttered a word lightly.

Gu Xinxian paused.

"Bang bang!" Two slender jade palms hit Gu Xinxian's chest again, exactly where he was hit before.

"Puff!" Gu Xinxian flew into the air and sprayed a stream of blood.

His eyes burst into anger.

Regret and hate.

He really couldn't resist the temptation to kill the stinky monk immediately.

He couldn't completely destroy those palm powers.

The Thunder God Sword couldn't recover either.

But they used this time to accumulate strength, and it turned out that they were not poisoned!

Could it be that the Taiyin Xiaolianxing of Mingyue Temple is really immune to all poisons?

"Bang bang bang bang..." The two women chased him closely and hit him more than ten times in the air.

Except for the two palms that were previously charged, the remaining palm power still could not break his body-protecting sword energy.

Although Gu Xinxian was more seriously injured and his face was pale, he could still hold on for a short time.

Fakong's face was pale and his eyes were slightly closed. It seemed that he was indeed poisoned, which made Gu Xinxian secretly relieved.

The Taiyin Xiaolianxing of Mingyue Temple is immune to all poisons, but this monk is not from Mingyue Temple, so he must be poisoned.

When he thought of this, a smile appeared on his pale face.

It seems that he has a chance to escape.

At this moment, his face changed slightly.

The palm power in his body suddenly rioted, and as the two women hit two more palms, it was as if a lake full of water suddenly broke its dam.

They turned into a torrent and collided in his body, making it difficult for the body-protecting sword energy to operate as desired.

"Bang, bang!" The two women took the opportunity to strike again.

"Looking for death--!" Gu Xinxian was furious.

A tiger in a plain is bullied by a dog!

He originally thought that after the Thunder God Sword was restored, he would directly drive the Thunder God Sword away, and after the wound was healed, the Great Sun Tathagata Palm was eliminated, and the Thunder God Sword was restored, he would go back and deal with Fakong and the other two.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

But he didn't expect that they would press forward step by step and force him to such an embarrassing situation.

This is intolerable!

"All must die--!" Gu Xinxian suddenly threw his hand.

A small sword soared into the sky.

The small sword, which was similar to the Heavenly Punishment Sword, flew to a hundred meters and was about to explode, but Fakong uttered a word lightly: "Stop!"

The small sword froze in the air and floated in the air.

Ning Zhenzhen and Fakong had a tacit understanding, flew up, grabbed the small sword in their hands, and then swung it violently.

The small sword shot into the soil with a "chi", and there was no sound.

Fakong uttered a word again: "Fix!"

Gu Xinxian paused for a moment.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Lianxue took the opportunity to hit him with several palms.

Gu Xinxian's face changed slightly.

He felt the change of the immobilization spell.

The more vast and powerful force imprisoned him, unable to move, and he struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

If it was the previous immobilization spell, he could break free after struggling hard for a few times, just like breaking the rope tied to his body.

But this time, the rope became thicker and stronger, and he couldn't break free. He struggled hard for the eighth time before he barely broke free.

During this period, more than a dozen palms had hit him.

Fakong smiled on his pale face.

He also felt the difference of the immobilization spell, which could mobilize more powerful force.

This feeling of mobilizing huge power with one word is too wonderful.

He imagined that if one day he could fix the movement of time and space with one word, how wonderful it would be.

"Ah——!" Gu Xinxian roared.

The Thunder God Sword, which had been dull all the time, suddenly lit up with purple light.

His speed suddenly increased tenfold, and when Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue just reacted, he was in front of the Dharma body in an instant.

Fakong gently turned sideways, avoiding the vital part of his chest, and at the same time slapped out a weak palm.

This looked like the unyielding and stubbornness before death. Even if he was killed, he would hit him with a palm.

Gu Xinxian didn't care about his right palm, and his mouth curled up slightly. He could already see that Fakong was stabbed to death by a sword.

Fakong's right palm slapped his throat, but he didn't care at all, and there was no warning in his heart.

With his own protective sword energy, let alone the throat, he was not afraid of even the pupils.

"Hmph!" Ning Zhenzhen suddenly accelerated, flashed like a ghost, and instantly arrived in front of Fakong, and slapped the Thunder God Sword with her jade palm.

"Swish!" A small sword suddenly appeared in Fakong's right palm, gently scratching Gu Xinxian's throat.

Gu Xinxian's head flew up into the sky, and his body was carried forward by the Thunder God Sword.

Ning Zhenzhen slapped the Thunder God Sword with her right palm and slapped him with her left palm.

"Stop!" Fakong uttered a word.

His right palm was empty.

Gu Xinxian's body and head were fixed in the air, and only the Thunder God Sword shot out ten feet away and pierced into the stone wall.