Chapter 759: The White Crane Falls to the Ground

"That green-white sword on his waist must be the legendary 【Qingchi】."

Bai Binzi looked at the man fighting in the spirit light of the 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 and sighed in his heart.

Li Chijing was not a member of the Jianmen, nor had he reached Zifu. After a hundred years, the affection for the Sword Immortal had gradually faded. For so many years, there had been no news of any interaction between the Jianmen and the Li family. Most likely, the Jianmen also felt pity for this young Sword Immortal who died early, rather than affection.

But Bai Binzi was still in the early Foundation Establishment stage back then. He was sent to guard the Senior Chang Xiao Gate industry in Chengshui Mausoleum Market and had also heard of a person, the elder brother of this Sword Immortal, named Li Tongya.

And this Li Tongya of the Moon Palace Sword killed Mohe, causing a sensation for a time. He was recorded in the Chenghua Hall of the Jianmen as a model for Jianmen disciples, praised and remembered by everyone.

Bai Binzi understood in his heart that the Li Zhouwei before him was not only the head of the Li family and a descendant of the Sword Immortal, but also the truly direct, orthodox bloodline of Li Tongya!

"Such a figure, wearing the 【Qingchi】 sword of a former Sword Immortal and a great virtuous person on his waist... If he were killed by a Zifu in the territory of the Jianmen... Wanyu would definitely be ashamed and in an uproar. The moral signboard of the Jianmen and the facade of the sword cultivators would not need to be established!"

Bai Binzi had not received even a word from Chengyan at this moment. Without needing to think much, this True Person must have had some trouble in the Grand Void... At any rate, he was his own True Person. Bai Binzi could only think nicely in his heart that he was "confronting" that Master of the Jianmen.

"Can't count on the True Person..."

Bai Binzi lost his focus in mid-air. Under the spiritual light, the black flames burned fiercely. Li Zhouwei retracted most of his spells, his long halberd thrusting and stabbing, black shadows swirling. Using the flame of breaking spells to resist the spiritual light, he had already stood his ground amidst the encirclement of the five.

'Why is Baibin dazed in mid-air!'

Yunanzi fought with frustration, his heart full of fire. The young man before him had almost no shortcomings. Not only were his spells powerful, but his long halberd also possessed the power to break laws. One sweep and one stab shattered flames and magic light. He could only hold up his sword and use the magic sword to interfere with his opponent.

Daoist Zhuang on the side was good at spells. Usually in the East Sea, his surging Xuanyang Lihuo suppressed enemies without fail. Who knew he would meet Mingyang, who did not fear fire, and also have the flame of breaking laws to wear down his spells? He could not exert even fifty percent of his strength.

Yunanzi saw this and became angry. He held his sword horizontally, pressed two fingers together against the sword, chanted a spell, and shook out talismans from his sleeves. Daoist Zhuang had cooperated with him for a long time and reacted extremely quickly, immediately pinching out a green gourd and shouting:

"Trap him first!"

The cultivators on both sides looked at each other, each taking a string of purple water-wave mysterious pattern chains from their sleeves, holding their magic tools, and chanting spells.

Li Zhouwei also took the opportunity to pull the long halberd out of the heavy magic swamp. The flames of the 【Jiazi Po Lian Halberd Art】 rose, finally calming the five or six gusts of Xiqi wild wind that were swaying and repeating around his body.

It was just a matter of raising his hand and feet. Li Zhouwei suddenly raised his halberd, and the brilliance between his brows erupted. The four people each withdrew to attack. The last remaining Senior Chang Xiao cultivator suffered. This old man drove the wind and stood there, holding a brown-lacquered peach wood long staff in his hand, and had to grit his teeth to go and block.

Li Zhouwei gained a respite, and his offensive was particularly fierce. Before the halberd tip arrived, the Shangyao arrived first. This old man sacrificed that turtle-shell-like defensive magic tool. Only a loud boom was heard, and white light and flames burned fiercely on the turtle shell, causing it to fly backward.

Only then did the long halberd stab over, black flames surging, bringing up a piece of surging magic power.

Li Zhouwei had no spells to hold him back at the moment and attacked with full strength. Golden flames almost jumped in those golden pupils. This old man was scared out of his wits, raised the brown-lacquered peach wood long staff high, channeled his immortal foundation, and a brownish-yellow surged out.

"Boom!"

Where was this old man good at any tool art? The few spells he was good at had long been broken, and he had suffered such an attack suddenly. Fortunately, there were still some life-saving means on the peach wood long staff, and the whole magic tool emitted a low wail.

"Creak!"

The long halberd suddenly hung horizontally, and the small branch like a crescent moon brightened. The old man felt a vast force that was difficult to control coming from his hand. The peach wood long staff was knocked out of his hand in an instant, hooked by the long halberd, and flew toward the high sky.

"Not good!"

This peach wood long staff struggled crazily in the air. The old man was at least a direct descendant of Senior Chang Xiao and immediately pinched a spell. The peach wood long staff turned into a brown light spot, wanting to break through the air and drill back into his hand.

"Boom!"

The pure white bright pass appeared, crashing onto the light spot. The spell was shattered by the grinding and suppressing power in an instant, revealing the body of this magic tool, firmly suppressing it below.

'Wei Li often uses halberd art... it is not without reason. Combined with this immortal foundation, it is truly the way of suppression...'

The old man lost his magic tool and was covered in dust. Fortunately, Daoist Zhuang's green gourd had already been sacrificed, and a sheet of white water surged from it, carrying surging magic power, pouring down.

Li Zhouwei suddenly felt the magic wind gathered by the celestial light at the soles of his feet weaken, and immediately understood:

"【Fu Water】 magic tool!"

This surging Fu water rolled into the soles of his feet. Before it could invade, the magic wind on his body had dissipated completely, leaving only a bit of celestial light at the soles of his feet, hovering in the air.

He stepped out of thin air, and a jade mountain appeared at the soles of his feet. This mountain expanded rapidly. On it, clouds and mist curled, and cranes and green trees were vivid. Before a breath or two, it had already suppressed the water.

Li Zhouwei stood on the 【Yuyan Mountain】. This Yu Zhen magic tool shone brightly, forcing the weak water on both sides to detour. But two purple mysterious pattern chains had already flown out of thin air, wanting to entangle him. Li Zhouwei was most helpless when facing such binding magic tools in his daily life. At the moment, he could only pull up his long halberd and push them away at both ends.

"Tai!"

A violent shout was heard in the air. Yunanzi had already drawn his sword, repeatedly held a mouthful of clear water in his mouth, and "spat" it onto the sword. Then a green-jade, gloomy color was released from it.

"Shoo..."

This mysterious color had just left the sword, as if it had also taken away the spirit light of that sword. The Geng metal brilliance that had originally spread over the sword body disappeared completely, leaving only an empty and dim sword body.

Yunanzi practiced "True Qi" and also practiced spells all year round. This spell was cast extremely quickly. He just hung up this sword, went to draw the jade talisman from his waist, and buckled it in his palm, seemingly preparing to cast the next spell immediately.

Li Zhouwei became solemn on this end. The Yangli Red Sparrow Flag rolled violently, five-colored Xuanyang Lihuo erupted, temporarily blocking the purple chains on both sides. The long halberd picked up, and with a "clang," it knocked this green-jade, gloomy color out of mid-air.

This mysterious color flickered for a moment and disappeared.

Li Zhouwei held his long halberd horizontally, blew up the spells on both sides, and stirred up a piece of spirit machine fluctuation. Those golden pupils, however, were searching in the air.

Just after one exchange, he knew that this thing was unusual. It seemed to be some kind of spell that had condensed gold essence, which was difficult to disperse. It just so happened that the spirit light in the sky was constantly falling, and his own spells were greatly suppressed.

He silently took the elixir. The two black-flame arms behind his back held the halberd and swept into the Xuanyang Lihuo to resist the two purple mysterious pattern chains. He glanced at Yunanzi hiding in the rear, stepped forward into the void, and the Yuyan Mountain at his feet suddenly rose.

"Clang!"

The green-jade, gloomy color became faster and faster, escaping from under Li Zhouwei's long halberd several times. Fortunately, the suppressing power of Yuyan Mountain had an effect, and it was knocked out of the air.

This great mountain of the Yu Zhen Dao came at the right time, releasing rays of white light, and together with the suppressing power of Mingyang, it shone brightly. Daoist Zhuang saw his gaze searching repeatedly in the air, and he was also the way of suppression, so he knew the other party wanted to suppress his senior brother's green-jade, gloomy color, so he hurriedly stepped forward and fanned the Xuanyang Lihuo.

Li Zhouwei controlled the magic tool to suddenly fly out of the weak water, shining brightly, but he ignored the close threat and pressed toward the top of Daoist Zhuang.

He ignored others like this, and the green-jade, gloomy color immediately escaped, found a gap, and plunged into his back. The 【Yuan'e】 armor scales stood up one by one. Li Zhouwei's whole body light dimmed, and this spell fled far away again.

But this pressure scared the man out of his wits. His spells were powerful, and in an instant, he turned into flowing light and flames and dissipated. He gritted his teeth and said:

"If Senior Brother Yufu hadn't fallen overseas, how would this monster have the chance to be arrogant!"

Who knew that the jade mountain behind him did not chase or rush, but crashed onto the green gourd with a boom.

'The most critical thing here is actually Daoist Zhuang's Fu water magic tool. I have already been suppressed by the spirit light in the sky, and my spells are dim. This magic tool has also dispersed my magic wind. I can only be trapped on Yuyan Mountain and besieged by others!'

This gourd was not a defensive magic tool at all. Suppressed by both the immortal foundation and the magic tool, it wailed immediately, even worse than that wooden staff. In an instant, it was collected under the bright pass in the sky.

Li Zhouwei stepped out of this step, and a full three spells exploded on his body. The armor on his body brightened rapidly, and every scale hummed.

The next moment, he turned into bright celestial light, as fast as a fish galloping into the water, and disappeared in the golden, vast brilliance.

The light-transforming shuttle ability of 【Yuan'e】!

Yunanzi's heart suddenly felt a sense of crisis. The jade talisman in his palm had only brightened halfway when he realized that the dazzling celestial light was shining in front of him, shining so brightly that flames erupted from his face. He had to abandon the spell and wave his sleeves to sweep out a black halo.

"Crack!"

The next moment, the long halberd stabbed onto the halo. The defense he used in a hurry did not play much of a role at all, and it soon shattered into flowing light all over the sky. The halberd light flew in, and the bright pass behind Li Zhouwei also flew over.

Yunanzi's spells were in a hurry, and his remaining strength had not dissipated. The feather clothing on his body clanged, and flames erupted. He could not sit still and wait for death. Taking advantage of the other party's lack of spells, his figure disappeared from the spot immediately and appeared a few feet away.

This long halberd, however, pursued relentlessly, made a small turn, and the crescent-moon-like halberd branch stabbed again. Yunanzi had gained a respite this time and was much calmer, throwing out a jade bead from his sleeve to block it.

Who knew that the long halberd would hook and pick, and with one halberd, it slapped onto the bead. Li Zhouwei still ignored the magic sword and spells chasing from behind. The two arms behind his back did not return to defend, but still held the long halberd and stabbed over.

"The demon disciple dares to be so fierce!"

Yu Nanzi was shocked and angry, but his legs were already moving. His Immortal Foundation was mysterious and mostly related to spells. The Senior Chang Xiao Sect was a major sect of spell orthodoxy, and there were basically no artifact refining skills. The only sword was also practiced for casting spells. How could he have a way to get close to him? He turned and ran.

He rushed out a step, and behind him were the roars of flame and spiritual water. Spiritual light shuttled everywhere, clearly Li Zhouwei resisting the siege of several people. Hearing a loud noise, Li Zhouwei actually shuttled out from a piece of flame and rushed straight at him!

This golden-eyed man was already covered in flames. The scales on the 【Yuan'e】 were roasted to a slight red, and under extreme urging, they drifted with a faint light. Li Zhouwei used the 【Yuan'e】 to turn into light and get close. The incantation in his mouth had been buzzing for a long time, and the Shangyao Fu Guang at the center of his brow was thick to the extreme:

"Shining on all directions, all dynasties pay homage to me... All spirits look up, Shangyao is the Heavenly God!"

After three consecutive pursuits, the Shangyao Fu Guang finally sprayed out in a bright white beam of light in an instant, as thick as a water bucket. Yu Nanzi's pupils were instantly enveloped by the boundless bright light.

He finally realized why the opponent pursued him three times in a row, not leaving himself any time to react.

"Already out of the spiritual light range of the 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】!"

"Boom!"

A gray light shield suddenly jumped up on Yu Nanzi. The scorching Shangyao Fu Guang was like hot earth evil, permeating the entire light shield. He only felt scorching heat all over his body and gritted his teeth:

"Bai Binzi!"

His voice was quickly drowned in the Shangyao Fu Guang, and it seemed that there were black flames accompanying it, smashing heavily on this shield, making a hissing sound.

Yu Nanzi thought that the talismans on his body were strong and was not afraid. He was even anxious and angry because such precious talismans were used, and he showed a venomous sneer.

But he raised his brows and vaguely saw a little gold from this flashing light.

"This is..."

In an instant, Yu Nanzi's eyes became clear. He realized that this was a small bottle painted with golden-red Xuanyang Lihuo patterns, only the size of a palm, and it was tilting down.

A little liquid slowly flowed from the mouth of the bottle, which seemed extremely viscous. The liquid was actually covered with patterns, showing an apricot-yellow color that made people tremble with fear.

Yu Nanzi realized his fear belatedly. He wanted to move his position, but found that all the bright light around him was just to imprison him.

"Drip."

Li Zhouwei suddenly pulled back his long halberd. This 【Dasheng】 swept out a crescent-like halberd wind, carrying thick black flames, beating the Xuanyang Lihuo and Fushui into a sky full of flowing light. As soon as this long halberd turned, the five people chasing behind retreated a step together.

"Boom!"

A dazzling apricot-yellow light rushed into the sky. Several people couldn't help but squint their eyes. The Salt Lake, which was already colorful, was reflected into a golden lake. The majestic Xuanyang Lihuo permeated the sky in an instant, making the halo in the sky slightly dim.

Daoist Zhuang looked stunned, and was flustered by the thick Xuanyang Lihuo. His robes were covered in apricot-yellow flames, but he practiced Xuanyang Lihuo, so he was the least embarrassed among the few. While covering the apricot-yellow flames on his sleeves, he looked up.

The apricot-yellow dimmed slightly, finally revealing traces.

A thick Xuanyang Lihuo storm was slowly rising from behind the golden-eyed man. The apricot-yellow flames swept over from behind. Li Zhouwei raised his hand, and the edge of the Dasheng long halberd pointed flatly at the five people behind him. The arc-shaped halberd heart emitted circles of radiance.

That bit of cyan and gloomy color had already lost its spirituality, stupidly shuttling in the arc-shaped halberd heart. Its originally sharp shape had been roasted into an oval, struggling bitterly.

Li Zhouwei was armored and holding a halberd. Behind him was the radiance of True Qi suppressed by Xuanyang Lihuo. The vision of falling was turning into cranes with gentle postures, which only fluttered gracefully in the air two or three times before quickly turning into flames and falling.

"Yu Nanzi is dead! The dignified Zifu direct descendant Yu Nanzi actually died just like this!"

The lake was golden, the morning sun was bright, the Xuanyang Lihuo rose to the sky, and the white cranes fell to the ground. In the bright apricot-yellow radiance, Li Zhouwei's long halberd seemed to have condensed all the golden color here, making several people unable to open their eyes.

And his cold voice was resounding over the lake:

"Senior Chang Xiao direct transmission, nothing more than this."