My filial piety has gone bad

Ten times the size, the Daomeng Sword Cloud Totem at the bottom of the boat is as big as the Saint Demon Sect fairy boat!

Inside the sword cloud totem, there are complicated and high-level restrictions engraved, without anger and majesty, faintly showing a kind of majesty of heaven that all living beings cannot stare at, bow their heads and bow their heads.

Li Wuxie took Heishi and Ta Hongzi, and stepped on the sword to the sword thorn layer.

Even though he didn't want to set foot on this land again, let alone see Xiao Ran's face.

But Daomeng Tianjiao was challenged by an outsider, and as a local Daomeng deacon, he had to come forward.

Qiu Renjun waited for a long time, but did not see Li Wuxie greet him.

It is understandable that young people are full of enthusiasm.

He nodded slightly towards Li Wuxie.

"Li Zhishou is busy with official duties and needs to rest and recuperate, why should he personally guide the younger generation's swordsmanship?"

Heishi and Tahongzi saluted one after another.

Li Wuxie stood still, holding the black sand pot in his hand, always drooping his eyelids, with a strong aura.

"The Tianjiao Conference is approaching, I'll come over and take a look around to make sure the Daoist League Tianjiao will not be injured."

His tone was very indifferent, and he spoke directly, as if he didn't like Qiu Renjun very much.

Qiu Renjun turned around with his hands behind his back, looking at Chuyan and Lu Pingtian.

"With Junior Sister Lingzhou here, Li Zhishou is too worried."

"I hope so."

Li Wuxie said indifferently.

Seeing that Li Wuxie came and there was no dispute with Qiu Renjun, Huangfuqun was a little relieved, and together with Bo Yunzi, they came over to exchange some pleasantries.

the other side.

Ling Zhouyue and Xiao Ran's attention was on the battle between Chu Yan and Lu Pingtian, and they didn't pay attention to Li Wuxie's arrival at all.

The battle has begun.

It's pretty good.

Xiao Ran and Shizun watched it with great interest, they almost moved a small bench, grabbed some melon seeds and ate them.

Lu Pingtian is very powerful.

Using the light and shadow effect of the ancient sword with an ordinary disciple sword, it looks like a garish, but in fact it hides a fatal blow.

Chu Yan also didn't use the power of Yuanying, but only used the power of Jindan, holding the ancient sword of Xuan rank, and using the sewing needle sword technique to barely cope.

Chu Yan is not good at fighting, especially defense, and is easy to be broken by a single blow, but she wins because of her delicate swordsmanship and cautious personality, and she barely maintains the situation.

The operations of both sides are exquisite, and the swordsmanship is very gorgeous. The light and shadow of the fight outside the sword spine layer are flickering, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and there is hidden murderous intent.

Lu Pingtian slashed out with a sword in the void, but was deflected by Chuyan's ingenious sword technique.

Lu Pingtian was a little surprised, with a proud look on his face.

"It seems that I underestimated Nephew Jiang."

Chuyan pushed the sword and jumped behind Lu Pingtian.

"Senior just overestimated himself."

After dozens of moves, Lu Pingtian has figured out Chuyan's swordsmanship, which is precise and meticulous.

But if you look closely, no matter how she hides it, she is far inferior to him in terms of thickness and pressure.

Fighting with sword moves is meaningless, it is completely giving her a chance to breathe, and it is also a waste of my time and spiritual power.

It's better to kill with one blow, and work hard to create miracles!

Using sword moves to break and beat, so far in probing, he has given Jiang Chuyan enough face as a junior.

His goal is Xiao Ran, how can he waste his energy on a weak woman?

Lu Pingtian jumped ten feet away, put his sword back into its sheath.

In an instant, the spiritual pressure was fully charged, and the rainbow light enveloped the whole body.

The weather is myriad, the spiritual pressure is washed away, and it is surging.

This is the No.1 pattern under Nascent Soul!

Lu Pingtian smiled proudly:

"My nephew's swordsmanship is really exquisite, but it's not very beneficial to the battle. Why don't you go home to weave clothes and farm, take care of your husband and teach your children, and be a rural fairy?"

insult a woman?

Chu Yan suddenly felt that the whole mountain was shaking, and it was as cold as frost covering the sky and the earth.

The pure and pleasant little face was instantly cold, and the whole person seemed to have entered another realm.

Lu Pingtian was feeling weird——

Chu Yan's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

The sudden surge of spiritual pressure rushed straight into the sky, instantly climbed to Nascent Soul, and spread rapidly.

Speed, strength, punching edge, ten times skyrocketed!

Yuan Ying!

Enraged to the point of being promoted to Nascent Soul?

This is the talent of women?

Lu Pingtian didn't have time to think, his eyes froze, and a small fist hit his face.

Great!

The handsome face instantly distorted and deformed.

I had to forcefully hold my neck to prevent my head from being smashed off and losing face.

He flew upside down and slammed into the broken sword on the spine layer, his ribs were pierced, and he was almost out of shape.