Chapter 50 Beheading the Man
Li Ruoxu held the Feng Xiao Long Yun Sword and rushed towards one of the steel skeleton puppets with high spirits. At this time, he showed the real Feng Xiao Long Yun Sword in front of everyone for the first time. The powerful power displayed by this sword made his confidence, which had been lost for a while, swell unprecedentedly.
The Iron Sword Alliance had been fighting with the three steel skeleton puppets for a long time. Li Ruoxu had of course seen that the steel puppet seemed to be extremely powerful, but in fact, as long as the three monks sitting on the shoulders of the puppets and controlling the puppets were killed, the seemingly powerful puppets would lose control due to the loss of support and lose their combat capability.
Li Ruoxu's Qinggong was amazing. With a leap, his body jumped straight up more than four feet high. He was indeed a master of the realm of transformation. The ferocious monk on the puppet's shoulder was frightened and hurriedly commanded the puppet to attack Li Ruoxu in the air.
Li Ruoxu sneered and pointed the lightsaber in his hand at the ferocious monk, hitting the monk's neck. The monk's head fell off with a click, and the headless body also fell from the puppet's shoulder.
The huge blade in the hand of the iron puppet, which was originally slashing towards Li Ruoxu, stopped in mid-air. The puppet just stood there blankly.
Li Ruoxu saw that his guess was indeed correct, laughed triumphantly, and puffed, and then pounced on the other two puppets.
The monks on the other two puppets panicked. They knew their own affairs. They were just ordinary monks. The reason why they could control the puppet was because their master taught them a Buddhist method of cultivating telekinesis. They were neither immortal cultivators nor martial arts masters. They were able to enter the Iron Sword League's Xiaogushan Mountain only because they relied on the power of the puppet under them. Now that they saw that the other party had seen through their true and false, how could they still sit still?
The two ferocious monks shouted to the short, fat, ugly monk on the sedan chair in panic: "Master, he...he killed our third junior brother, what should we do?"
The short, fat, ugly monk was so angry that he screamed and pushed away the two seductive women on the sedan chair with both hands, and jumped off the sedan chair. Because he was in a hurry, he tripped over the sedan chair pole when he jumped, and fell headfirst.
No one expected that the great mage who was revered as a god by the leaders of the two major gangs, the Blood Rain Sect and the Dragon and Tiger Gang, was such a waste that he could fall even after jumping off a six-foot-high sedan chair. Many people have begun to doubt whether this guy is a fake mage.
Previously, the disciples of the Iron Sword League were impressed by the reputation of the great wizard who claimed to be the head-chopping master of Shura Temple. In addition, he did throw out three small iron men about a foot in size from a small cloth bag. As a result, in a moment, the small iron men turned into huge steel skeleton puppets, which successively destroyed the traps of Wild Wolf Valley and the sword formation of Buried Sword Valley. This made the disciples of the Iron Sword League think that they had encountered a great wizard with profound magic power, and they retreated in fear.
Now this famous great wizard is actually a guy who falls down even when jumping down from a six-foot-high sedan chair. Could he be a fake Xibei?
Zhan Wudi and Hu Cangqiong looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Zhan Wudi hurried over to help the cursing head-chopping master up and greeted carefully: "Master, are you okay?"
How could the head-chopping master be in the mood to be polite to everyone after such a big embarrassment? After all, he was also a cultivator, and he had long regarded these mortals as ants. Being laughed at by a group of ants, he was short, fat and ugly, with a thin layer of sweat on his bald head. His ugly face, covered with flesh, turned liver-colored. After standing up, he snorted coldly, pushed Zhan Wudi away, patted a small bag on his waist, and a yellow talisman sprayed out from it.
The head-chopping man had the talisman in his hand, and his face regained his pride. He glanced at everyone with pride, and then muttered something in his mouth. The yellow talisman in his hand gradually lit up with yellow light.
Zhan Wudi, who was next to him, dodged a few steps to the side in doubt, and looked at Hu Cangqiong again, and saw a hint of strangeness in each other's eyes.
Li Ruoxu now was no longer someone they could deal with. If it weren't for the head-chopping man, the two of them would probably have called their gangs to retreat at this time.
The two of them united more than a dozen gangs in Yunzhou and attacked the Iron Sword League unexpectedly, almost destroying the Iron Sword League, because they heard that the Iron Sword League had a powerful magic weapon that could be used by ordinary people. At the time, the two were young and brave enough to do this, but they were lucky enough not to run into the leader of the Iron Sword League using this legendary magic weapon, which allowed them to succeed. Now that they have witnessed the power of this magic weapon with their own eyes, the two of them are deeply grateful for their lucky move, but they are also secretly worried. This time, they invited the head-chopping man to come out of the mountain, and even gave up 30% of the annual dividends of the Blood Rain Dragon Tiger League, just because they were afraid that someone in the Iron Sword League would comprehend how to use this magic weapon in the past 30 years, and then kill them back to seek revenge.
The head-chopping man chanted the spell successfully at this time, and he saw that he slapped the talisman in his hand that emitted yellow light on his body, and the talisman disappeared, but the head-chopping man was covered in a layer of golden light about an inch long, as if he was wearing a golden armor that was impervious to wind and rain.
No one knew what this thing was, and they all looked at the head-chopping man in shock. The head-chopping man was being watched by so many people, and he became more and more proud. He raised his voice, put one hand on his waist, pointed at the people of the Iron Sword Alliance, and said loudly: "You ignorant mortals, how dare you block my way? Today I will let you see the true power of the head-chopping man!"
He didn't care about the two disciples who were killed by Li Ruoxu one after another at this time and the two huge steel puppets. Besides, with his spiritual power, he couldn't control these three puppets at all. He knew in his heart that if he had not used a vicious secret method to stimulate all the telepathy of the three disciples, he would not have been able to successfully control the three puppets to show off their power and destroy the sword array today.
The three huge puppets, after losing the control of their telekinesis, first stopped in place. After a while, they suddenly gradually became smaller, until they shrank into a mini iron man about a foot tall. The man with the beheaded head Then he walked over, picked up the three small iron men who had been restored to their original shape, and put them into a gray bag on his waist.
At this time, Li Ruoxu was face to face with the beheaded man. He stood not far away with some hesitation. The lightsaber weapon in his hand had shortened by several feet and was only over eight feet long. Li Ruoxu didn't seem to notice this. His attention was now on the beheaded man.
"Man with the beheaded head, we, the Iron Sword Alliance, have no grievances against you. You are an immortal master, why are you trying to get in trouble with me from the Iron Sword Alliance?" Li Ruoxu angrily asked the beheaded man.
The beheaded man's whole body was covered by the layer of golden light, and he returned to his aloof appearance. When he heard Li Ruoxu's question, he sneered disdainfully: "Who said there is no injustice or enmity? The one who was granted the title of Jiuzhong back then. The Taoist Taoist Niubizamao, relying on his magical power to be more advanced than the master of the Sa family, and more skilled in magic than the master of the Sa family, broke into the Shura Temple, killed the master and the three senior brothers of the Sa family, and forced the Sa family to hide in a dry well to survive, you Say, are you going to avenge this revenge? Hey, are you Li Ruoxu, the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance? The beheading blade of the Sa family has not drunk blood for decades, and today it is your blood. Come and sacrifice the sword. That old Niubi Feng Jiuchong is dead. Since you are his disciples and descendants, I heard that there are still his descendants here, so the Sa family will be taken care of as well. "
Li Ruoxu didn't know about the grievances of his ancestor Feng Jiuxiao's generation, so the beheaded man said so much, but Li Ruoxu didn't know how to answer. However, he still understood that the co-author of the beheading had a deep grudge against Master Fengxian, the younger brother of the founder of this alliance, so he came to seek revenge.
Since they are enemies, there is nothing to say. Now he also has a powerful magical weapon in his hand. Li Ruoxu has never seen the true strength of an immortal cultivator. He is not much afraid of the immortal cultivator in front of him, who is not much taller than a dwarf. After hearing this, he holds the light in his hand As soon as the sword weapon was straightened, it stabbed the beheaded man.
Li Ruoxu's martial arts cultivation is already a master of transformation. He is very good at lightness. In a few shakes of his body, he has crossed a distance of more than ten feet and arrived at the beheaded man. The lightsaber in his hand stabbed him fiercely. On top of the outer mask of the beheaded man.