Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

As a result of Lu Dengming's efforts to stop Yunliu, he was injured by Yunliu's sword energy.

Although he and Yunliu are both in the Nascent Soul stage, they are two small realms lower than him, and because Yunliu is an elder, and Lu Dengming was wronged first, he did not fight back and let Yunliu wrap his sword energy at him Attacked, also stood upright.

A section of his hair was cut off, his body was filled with sword energy, and a faint fishy smell rose from his mouth.

Lu Dengming staggered two steps, and was supported by Fang Jian and Fang You, who barely stabilized his figure.

Ji Zhaixing's gaze flicked across the corner of Lu Dengming's blood-stained lips, and that glance was as light as a feather, carelessly and calmly.

"Since it's an unsolvable situation, don't bother Lu Daoyou to intercede for me." Ji Jiexing's tone was low, extremely unfamiliar, so cold that he even seemed a little unkind.

If Lu Dengming hadn't noticed the glance he just paid attention to, he probably would have thought the same way.

The painful wound seemed to have been mixed with a little honey water, making it extremely strange. Lu Dengming subconsciously showed a faint smile, and did not respond to Ji Zhaixing's words, but just left a message to Yun: "Uncle Yun, please think again." .”

Yun Liu also confiscated it for a while.Seeing Lu Dengming being hurt by him, he even wondered for a moment whether it was a bitter trick - but this thought was soon overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt that surfaced.

He had learned a lot of side-to-side techniques. At this time, he restrained his face slightly, whispered something to Lu Dengming, and cast a forbidden curse of heaven.

Lu Dengming was slightly taken aback, with a panicked expression on his face, but under the influence of the spell, he fell into a deep sleep with his brows furrowed.

Yun Liu just turned to face Ji Zhaixing, apparently unwavering.Hard as iron.

Ji Zhaixing did not object to his approach.

After all, he used Lu Dengming a lot, so he wouldn't be dragged down by this matter.

Outside of them, gloomy eyes swept over the monks who were facing them, like a beast parading around, full of hostility.

Tang Huaimeng's eyes passed from the man holding the half-grade fairy artifact, through the fallen monk, and finally fell on the white-clothed black-haired monk holding a long sword.

The next three thousand small worlds, surnamed "Ji", Jianxiu.

These incomparably coincidental points collided in his mind, but they always seemed to be missing a key link in the nine chains, making Tang Huaimeng frown slightly and irritated.

Maybe he...needs to retreat and cultivate his mind.

As always.

Otherwise, he wouldn't meet a sword cultivator and recall that person crazily.

It was also because of this hesitation, and the subtle emotions towards Yun.When the black-haired sword repairer had already confronted Yun Liu, Tang Huaimeng did not take any action.He stood aside with a frivolous expression, as if he was watching a drama, wanting to see how far the black-haired swordsman could go.

This is a good thing for Ji Zhaixing, but for Yunliu, the situation is not so wonderful.

Yun Liu originally thought that he could suppress the three Golden Core cultivators by himself. After all, the gap in the realm was like a chasm, and no matter how many Golden Cores he could cultivate in his life, he would not be able to become the True Monarch of the Nascent Soul.But the fact is not as he thought - after all, the person who can kill the Chunming sect monk in just a few days as a monk from the lower world is certainly not an ordinary golden core.

The two of them were crazier than the other, if Yunliu Weiwei turned his target to Ji Zhaixing, even a little momentum would make them even crazier.However, one of them has a tricky technique, and the other has a half-grade fairy weapon, which can hurt the Nascent Soul's Taoist body, so they are not easy to relax.

And the person who really gave Yun Liu a headache was the monk Ji who seemed to be protected.Occasionally he would strike a sword, moving like clouds and flowing water with ease, not only blocking Yunliu's attack, but also hurt him unexpectedly.

As a sword cultivator, Yunliu is very aware of the opponent's level, and every strike is done just right. If Yunliu is not the one who is facing the sword with him, he will probably clap his hands and laugh beside him, praising this person if he can pass the Jindan threshold Become a Nascent Soul, and you will become a famous sword cultivator in the world of comprehension.

But they were against each other, and Yunliu couldn't help him for a while.

Although Ji Zhaixing looked relaxed, cold sweat oozes from his back, and he is slightly dressed in white.

The biggest difference between him and Yunliu is the real essence stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.That sword sword was rapidly consuming his true essence and aura, and when Ji Zhaoxing closed his eyelashes slightly, there was even a little water vapor on those black eyelashes.

The situation is deadlocked.

What a proud person Yun Liu is.

Even if he couldn't take down Ji Zhaixing for a while, he would never ask Tang Huaimeng for help, nor would he let other dark spirit disciples take action, otherwise he would lose a step as a sword cultivator.

Yun Liu calmed down slightly, and meditated on the spiritual art. His sleeves were blown by the abundant spiritual energy, and they bulged slightly. The surrounding spiritual energy gathered on his back and in his bones.In the end, it turned into a bit of pure spiritual energy reaching the fingertips, gathering at the edge of the spirit sword.

It's like splitting a little scorching sun, shining brightly.

This is an extremely unusual sword.

Ji Zhaixing's expression was still calm, with a slight smile, but when he met this move, he used his spiritual energy a little, pushed Qi Baifan and Yong Lianyin away from him, and faced the sword like the scorching sun.

The wide sleeves slid down slightly, revealing a section of extremely white muscles and bones, the hand was holding the sword extremely tightly, the thin knuckles, the slightly protruding wrist bones, and the light blue meridians were all clearly revealed.

And such a hand, which seemed to be born suitable for holding a sword, also trembled slightly when facing the snow-melting sword left by Shang Yun.

It wasn't that Ji Jiexing was afraid, but that Yunliu really wanted to kill him, and that sword was extremely ruthless.

Ji Zhaixing also poured all his true energy into the sword, and his lips were soaked into a dark red color because of a little blood in his mouth.

He can't miss.

Otherwise, there will be dead characters left.

Yong Lianyin's pupils dilated slightly under the fright, and Qi Baishan's handsome face also instantly turned into an evil Shura, his expression was extremely dark and fearful: "Senior brother——!"

Ji Zhaixing finally resisted the sword, he and Yunliu were very close, when the blades met, their breaths almost blended together.

Once again, Yunliu saw those black pupils very closely. They were as dark as an abyss and like falling stars, so beautiful that one couldn't help but indulge in them.

Ji Zhaixing took a step back without taking off his sword, and they were still tied with this move.But he saw the long sword with a scarlet blood line in the middle, the red in the middle gradually dimmed, and then fine lines appeared from the center of the sword body, and gradually cracked.

The blade is destroyed.

Ji Zhaixing leaned over slightly, subconsciously supported the broken half of the sword with the aura, and sent it into the Sumeru Ring.

The scene was awkward for a while.

After all, although the sword used by Ji Zhaixing is of excellent quality in the lower world, it is still inferior to Yunliu's world-famous sword made of ten thousand year meteor crystals and unicorn blood.

Just when Ji Jiexing was thinking about whether to use the spare long swords kept in the Sumeru Ring, Yun Liu's face turned reddish with anger, and he was obviously a little angry.

——The sword cultivator whom he regards as an opponent in front of him is actually holding such an inferior long sword to compete with him.

Yunliu had completely forgotten that the opponent was joining the battle temporarily.

"You..." Yunliu wanted to say something, but was slightly stunned.

Because at this time, the monk in front of him suddenly had a little mist on his cheeks, and his appearance changed a little.

Although the Concealment Technique is effective, it requires a continuous supply of a little spiritual energy to maintain it.

Just now, Ji Zhaixing poured all the true energy into the sword, and naturally forgot that there was still a trivial little technique on his body that needed to be maintained.

But Ji Zhuixing has not yet realized that the Concealment Technique has lost its effect due to his momentary miss.

Yun Liu could barely hold his sword.

He has maintained a gentle manner all his life, and he has never lost his composure like this.

Yunliu didn't pay much attention to his appearance, after all, he was a well-known beauty in the Dark Spirit Sword Sect.

But it was Yun Liu who couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment at the face of Jianxiu in front of him.Every part of her appearance was really well-groomed, her eyes were like stars, and her brows were thick and colorful.Or maybe it was because he looked so ordinary before, and this kind of impact especially made Yunliu feel dizzy.

Of course, what made him lose his composure in the follow-up was far from being Ji Zhaixing's good-looking face.

Although Yunliu was close to Ji Jiexing, he took a step back in panic, and the face of the monk who was fighting him with the sword was fully revealed.

The disciples of the Dark Spirit Sect, who were watching extremely nervously and at a loss, were also caught in the shock for a moment. They were dizzy thinking about where this beautiful woman came from, as if they had lost their souls.

In just a split second, there was not even the sound of heavy breathing left in this area, as if they would startle the beauty in front of them if they took a breath of surprise.

Cultivation disciples, these characterizations are still there.After being continuously shocked, they also began to slowly remember that this black-haired and snow-skinned beauty was actually quite familiar.

The impression it brought to them is also deeply embedded in the memory, and it only needs a little introduction to detonate.

"Old Ancestor Yun Shu. From now on, we will love and hate."

The person in front of him is the sword cultivator who refused to be the Taoist companion of the ancestor of Yunshu. On the day of the Taoist companion's big pawn, he used a demon knife to dig out his own Taoist bone with a demon knife on the stage of joy, and said he would use it to repay his kindness!

To put it bluntly, the Dao bone on Uncle Yunliu's body now comes from...

Yun Liu was in palpitations and his face was pale.Obviously, he did not expect that the past he was least willing to touch would be dug out so unexpectedly.

Ji Zhaixing also noticed it at this time, those eyes were really hot and a little strange.He looked at Yun Liu with a shocked expression on his face, but he didn't realize it. He touched his face and it became clear.

... a little embarrassing.

Presumably, the dark spirit disciple on the opposite side was even more embarrassed.

After all, everyone almost became the same clan, and his seniority was still above them.And the way Ji Zhuixing left later was even less gentle and considerate.

Yunliu is still in a state of despair.But Tang Huaimeng had already woken up and turned around, as if seeing a fierce beast with fresh flesh and blood, his eyes fell on Ji Jiexing greedily.

He was even a little bit at a loss, suspecting that he was in a dream, and all the scenes in front of him were imaginary.

It was at this moment that Yunliu moved slightly, as if he was about to take some action——

Under the impact of the previous countless images, Tang Huaimeng's pupils suddenly constricted, almost like a wild animal resisting ferociously when it was attacked. In an instant, Tang Huaimeng suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, and there was a sharp collision of magical weapons Noise, he and Yunliu scuffled together.

The slashing magic weapon caused a dull pain in Yunliu's wrist. He took a step back and looked at Tang Huaimeng who looked like a madman—their cultivation bases were similar, and Tang Huaimeng's blow just now almost killed him halfway. life.

"Are you crazy?" At this moment, Yun Xin was in a mess, unable to maintain his dignified and gentlemanly appearance, his tone was extremely sharp and indifferent.

Tang Huaimeng said, I am indeed crazy.

He didn't look at Ji Zhuixing, and his tone even contained a kind of malicious revenge like a dead jade.

"Why," Tang Huaimeng's eyes were full of accumulated malice, "When he cut the bone for you, he almost died once. Now, you want to send him to die a second time with your own hands?"

Road bone.

Yunliu only felt that the blood in his whole body was cold in an instant, and couldn't help thinking about what Tang Huaimeng said.

Now in his body, in his body, the thing that is indispensable to him, even more important than the spiritual root, the cause and effect that supports him to overcome the calamity golden core and step into the peak of the Nascent Soul, comes from...others.

From Jizhaixing.It comes from the monk in front of him.

Yunliu even suddenly had an absurd hallucination, did Ji Jiexing come to seek revenge from him?

After all, he should resent him extremely, resent him, the despicable thief who took away the bones.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Jiexing subconsciously thought it was an internal struggle among Yun Shu's disciples, and Tang Huaimeng was so sharp in his words.

He even added in his heart that it was not reserved for Yun, but mainly for Yun Shu to cut off the cause and effect.

"Tao bone?"

The little junior brother's trembling voice came from behind.

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

It's a little hard to explain.