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That "can't fight" was thrown away by Ling Qian, who just took it to mean that his spiritual power was damaged, and he might suffer from a fight.

But Ling Qian dared to pursue because he was confident that the transformation of the spiritual power given by Zongzhou in Xuhuage Lingtan in the past three days had achieved great results, and he was sure of winning against the younger generation who had already been caressing in his mind.

Cliff Pavilion.

The moon shines on the lonely pine.

As soon as Ling Qian met the person who was drinking tea leisurely in the pavilion, he circulated [-]% of the spiritual power in his body, condensed his energy on his fingers, and a flash of sword energy suddenly attacked the man's alchemy.

Boom.

Dust was flying, near the edge of the cliff, there were countless falling rocks, and the wooden pavilion was floating in the air without any damage.

Before the smoke dissipated, the two people in the pavilion had already exchanged moves a hundred times, their figures were like the wind, and their shadows were hard to catch.

It's just that one person's moves are fatal and the attacks are continuous, and the other person's magic weapon is inexhaustible.

When the fierce battle paused, it was Ling Qian who drew his sword and pierced through the opponent's right shoulder, turned his left wrist, and struck the man's face with a palm.

In an instant, the inspiration came, life and death were only on the line.

"Admit defeat for brother." The Taoist in Tsing Yi raised his hands above his head, and the last body protection magic weapon in his palm fell in response.

Ling Qian drew his sword sharply, drew out a waterfall of blood, looked at this person coldly, and said, "I kindly allowed the young leader to recuperate at the Taiyi Gate, but you are unscrupulous and tempted my apprentice, don't blame me for adding to your injury." That's all."

This villain is none other than Xie Siyuan, the Young Leader of the Immortal League who was injured in the Taiyi Gate a few days ago.

Xie Siyuan pressed the new injury, turned and flew away from the gazebo, and when he got down on the ground, he couldn't hold on anymore and knelt down on one knee.

Ling Qian followed closely behind, and with a wave of her hand, she put the gazebo intact under the pine tree on the edge of the cliff.

Xie Siyuan gasped, looked up at the well-protected dead thing, his face became paler, and said: "You treat your master sincerely, even, even this pavilion with his inscription, as a treasure."

It's not just the master's inscription, this place is simply the place where the master used to love to drink alone with the moon.

Xie Siyuan and Ling Qian grew up together, lived in Fengwu Mountain for five years, and lived in the Taiyi Sect for five years, he must have clearly known that he would not make any big moves here, so he just pretended to drink tea here.

But Ling Qian made a decisive move, and when he looked at the complete pavilion, he knew that his kung fu was just like the outside world, and he had already achieved great success.

Seeing that Ling Qian didn't respond.

Xie Siyuan said to himself: "He also treats you as a treasure."

Ling Qian's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and she glanced at this person coldly from the corner of her eye.

Xie Siyuan met his gaze, as if a firecracker had been ignited, it crackled immediately, and his words became excited.

"Brother, are you wrong? Everyone regards you like a pearl and a treasure, and so do I. You were childhood sweethearts with me when you were a child. Brothers come and go, but ever since you and your master learned to be ascetic, You can still look at me."

Ling Qian interrupted this man's reminiscence, and said indifferently: "If you don't mention the past, I won't let you die in the realm of Taiyi Sect."

Xie Siyuan propped himself up on the ground with one hand, straightened up, his eyes were bright for a moment.

Ling Qian said coldly: "You haven't left a mark on the back of that little disciple's neck yet, but the collar of his close-fitting shirt clearly has the pattern of your Immortal Alliance."

"I don't want to know about the dogfight between you and him, but he won't die, and you won't be able to clean up your dirty business. If you don't want to be ruined after dawn, you should pack up quickly and get back to Fengwu because of my Taiyi sect's thoughts. to the mountains."

After Ling Qian finished speaking, she threw a tracking talisman at Xie Siyuan's back.

About to turn around and leave.

But Xie Siyuan suddenly laughed at himself and sneered a few times, and said: "I have done a lot of dirty things, so are you clean? I am also a master and a demon, and my bed partner may not be changed less than me..."

Ling Qian turned around, waved a palm, and slapped the man in the face like a slap.

Xie Siyuan covered his face and laughed even more wildly.

Suddenly, I saw this person inserting his hand into the wound on his shoulder, and a bright red spot appeared on the fingertips, and when he raised his hand, it turned into rain of blood in an instant.

The sound of rain was vague like human voice, and it floated in Ling Qian's ears, "Xiao Qian'er, do you still remember that I came to propose marriage to my brother a year ago?"

Ling Qian frowned, and in the blink of an eye, day and night had already changed.

It was still this gazebo by the cliff, the difference was that he was not wearing tonight's blue clothes, but the same white clothes as the master who was sitting in the gazebo in front of him.

The sleeves of this white dress are embroidered with gold silk into the shape of a crane in the cloud, which is dignified and dignified.

And Ling Qian, who was waiting behind the master, looked like the shadow of the master no matter his temperament or behavior.

"The younger generation and Xiaoqian'er are childhood sweethearts, and they are rightly matched. My father thought that we would form a Taoist couple as soon as possible, and that we would also have a companion to rely on each other on the long journey of immortality."

Ling Qian heard the sound and looked at the speaker, and saw Xie Siyuan a year ago in high spirits, with ten disciples of the Immortal League behind him, each holding rare treasures.

He clearly remembered the faceless refusal of his master, and what he saw right now was his own memory.

This is where the horror of illusion lies.

It will not construct a world out of thin air, it will only take advantage of the void, and when a person is emotionally unstable, it will arouse his deeper memories of the people and things that have appeared in this place at the same time.

Once a person caught in the illusion is addicted to memories, he may lose himself, and in severe cases, he may even fall into a coma.

But most of the time, the manipulator of illusion is to find the weakness of the opponent for a moment and take the life of the opponent.

Ling Qian was consciously awake.

He is concerned about the safety of Master, but he never thinks that Master is really dead, even if there is still a glimmer of hope, he will look for it, and naturally he will not indulge in memory.

But soon, the illusion manipulator discovered his awakening, and the moment he blinked, he changed his memory.

This memory is not Ling Qian's memory.

Xie Siyuan appeared in the gazebo again with a respectful face.

But this time, Ling Qian did not follow Master.

As an outsider, he could easily get out of the illusion, but he was attracted by the two in front of him.

"Master, you would rather let Ling Qian go to practice, and you are not willing to fulfill a lover, but the fairy alliance is scattered all over the world, and it is easy for the younger generation to find him. You are, you intend to let me meet him by fate. Cultivate feelings?"

In Ling Qian's eyes, the master is a ruthless and desireless existence, and there will be no excessive emotions or performances at any time, but the master in this illusion does not seem to be the person he knows.

Suddenly.

The wind and cloud are discolored.

Seeing that the master's usually calm eyes were stained with a murderous dark red, there was a faint sign of being possessed.

The figure of the master disappeared for a moment, and when he reappeared, he had already grabbed Xie Siyuan's neck with one hand, lifted him up, and pressed him hard against the pine tree on the edge of the cliff.

Immortal Venerable in white clothes, with a dusty temperament, looks like a young man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the posture of a fairy, but the gloomy tone when he speaks is frightening: "I asked him to go down the mountain, not to fulfill you, nor to avoid you, but not to want to Kill you in front of his eyes."

Xie Siyuan's lips were blue and purple, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kicked his legs hard but to no avail.

Click.

Broken bones.

Under Ling Qian's gaze, Xie Siyuan in the illusion ended his struggle.

The sneer on the corner of the master's mouth and the eyes of the corpse in the master's hand are enough to be deeply imprinted in Ling Qian's mind.

But he saw that the master's well-articulated hand was slightly exerting force in the opposite direction.

Another click.

Xie Siyuan suddenly fell from the tree trunk, covering his neck with his hands, breathing rapidly.

The master suppressed his smile, his face was as cold as snow, and he returned to the calm tone of an immortal, and said: "Is it fun to die? After it's fun, don't get close to him again."

This word, as if in an empty valley, echoes unnoticed.

Ling Qian's face turned pale.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of reality passing through illusion.

It's Zongzhou.

"One more step forward, I will decapitate you."

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