"Are you born a stranger?"

Li Babai held a whisk in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to do it.

Zhong Sheng also wanted to know what kind of existence the alien mentioned by the other party was.

"What is a stranger?"

"Without any practice, he has his own supernatural powers. He can breathe in water and fire, breathe out the sun and the moon. He is very different from ordinary people. He is... a strange person."

When Li Babai said this, he shook his head, "What a pity."

"A stranger like you is rare, but now he is about to die."

"The rise and fall of my Li family, the honor and disgrace, all depend on the noble man's thoughts. If I don't kill you, how can I win the favor of the King of Qin?"

Zhong Sheng asked, "Isn't it that you cultivate Taoism for the sake of immortality?"

"Now that we are obsessed with fame and wealth, isn't it like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon?"

Li Babai seemed touched and sighed, "How difficult is it to live forever?"

"I was named after one of the Eight Immortals in ancient Sichuan, the Immortal Li Babai, in order to live forever."

"But we have been wasting our time so far and have achieved nothing. The Li family is trapped in Shu and is stuck in its ways."

"Later I learned that without the help of wealth and wealth in the world, it would be difficult to live forever.

"Little beast, remember, eternal life is a tree, and the human world is the soil where roots take root."

"I, the Li family, want to leave Shu and seek a place in the imperial capital of Chang'an."

After hearing this, Zhong Sheng nodded, "That's it, let's do it!"

Li Babai flicked his fly whisk, and thousands of silk threads spread out in the air like white flowers blooming.

The voice coming from Zhong Sheng's ear was subtle and sharp, with a dangerous aura.

Swish, brush, brush!

Countless threads are piercing through the body from all directions.

A puff of dust creates a huge momentum with countless sharp needles.

If Zhong Sheng didn't respond, he would be pierced into a hornet's nest on the spot.

"Whoosh!"

The ancient sword was swung, colliding with the silk thread, clanging, clanging, and making crisp sounds.

Zhong Sheng saw with his own eyes that the silk threads bounced off the ancient sword, whirled a few times in the air, then changed direction and came back.

More and more whisk threads are splashed, and the sky is filled with white light.

From a third-party perspective, circles of silk threads are entangled, forming a huge snow-white cocoon around Zhong Sheng.

The feeling of suffocation came, from weak to strong.

Zhong Sheng looked around and found that the situation was not good. There were white barriers everywhere.

"Give me a helping hand to break out of the siege."

He put the ancient sword against his forehead and felt the eagerness to try hidden in the cold sword body

A white light came out of my mind, and I imagined the invincible posture of the Zhongnan Mountain people wielding flying swords during the Aoju fight in the mountains.

brush

Zhong Sheng felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was integrated with the ancient sword, and he couldn't help but rush forward.

The feeling of the body surface rubbing against the air is not like flesh and blood, but rather like the cold and smooth feeling of metal.

What's even more strange is that the field of vision in front of him condenses into a point, right above the tip of the sword.

"Hmm!"

Li Babai's whisk has grown ten times in size, trapping Zhong Sheng in it

He worked with one hand, and the silk threads were like clouds and mist, ethereal and uncertain, and he unleashed killing moves with smokeless fire.

Suddenly...

A bulge suddenly protruded from the huge, heavily entangled cocoon, as if something was trying to push outward.

Before Li Babai could react, there was a sudden roar, and the huge cocoon immediately fell apart.

A white light burst out from the fragments, and the castration continued.

The target is surprisingly Li Babai himself.

Li Babai hurriedly raised the fly whisk and heard a sonorous sound in his ears.

The fly whisk is the magic weapon of the Li family. Its texture is extraordinary and can make the ancient sword fly away with Zhong Sheng.

However...

Under the huge collision, Li Babai himself staggered back a few steps before standing firm.

Zhong Sheng grabbed the ancient sword, fluttering like fallen leaves, and his feet slowly landed on the ground.

The sword is on top and the person is on the bottom, it's like an ancient sword flying with a bell hanging on it.

Bits of white fell in the air, as if it had snowed.

Li Babai flicked the fly whisk and passed the thread through the tiger's mouth. He found that the thread had been reduced by nearly 30%, which made him feel quite distressed.

"Using a sword? No, no, it's specious."

He shook his head and exhaled.

Zhong Sheng stroked the ancient sword gently. After the rush just now, the connection between the sword and the sword became closer.

Although it is not exaggerated to the extent that flesh and blood are connected, there is still a bit of tacit understanding.

The heart beats violently twice. This is the time limit for the Yang sentence and it is about to be forced out of the body.

Zhong Sheng reached out from his chest, took out the slowly rising short knife, replaced it with Yin Pen, and decisively inserted it into his chest.

With another doubled battery life, he can still fight Li Babai again.

The warm current in my body turned into a cold current, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably, as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhong Sheng observed the nature of Liangliu's power. The most basic unit is also the string.

The string wire is divided into two states, static and vibrating.

What is very different from the Yang judgment is that when it is still, it emits Yin cold, and when it vibrates, it is equivalent to the stillness of the Yang judgment string wire, which is a powerless state.

"One yin and one yang, one cool and one warm, one positive and one negative."

Zhong Sheng realized that the cool current was flowing through his body, bringing a power that was very different from Yang Pun.

The vertical eye between the eyebrows split open, and two spiritual arms grew from behind, and then two long knives emerged.

"Brush"

Li Babai's whisk fell down on his head, and countless silk threads condensed into a big ball, which fell like a meteor hammer.

Zhong Sheng holds the ancient sword in both arms, and his spirit body crosses the swords in a blocking posture.

However, the sound of the fly whisk falling caused him to change his color.

Unable to stop it, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, everything turns into powder, and the impact far exceeds his limit.

"Boom!"

The huge whisk finally fell to the ground, shaking the ground and causing numerous cracks in the compacted land.

In the blink of an eye, the earth's crust was torn apart and scattered into hundreds of fragments.

I lifted the fly whisk, but there was no trace of blood on the ground, and there was no whereabouts of Zhong Sheng.

"Trick me that I don't know how to escape from the earth?"

Li Babai raised his eyebrows, twirled a few strands of silk threads from the fly whisk, and shook them out with all his strength.

Intertwined vertically and horizontally, forming thousands of knots, a large net spreads out in the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Rise, fall!"

Li Babai pointed towards the ground, and the big net fell to the ground silently, blending into the soil without any hindrance.

This situation is like an old fisherman casting a net to catch big fish in the lake.

Zhong Sheng was still hiding underground, feeling the strange power of Yin Juan.

The art of escape from the earth is to transform one's own flesh and blood into a certain form, which can form a superposition state with the soil on the ground.

It is not a forced squeeze into the ground, but a barrier-free superposition, existing in the same space at the same time.

Zhong Sheng felt that the limit of Liangliu's power was not just this, there were more aspects to explore.

While I was deep in thought, there was no sound above my head, and a big net fell down.

This is not water, why are there fishing nets?

Zhong Sheng had no time to think that the big net fell very fast and was about to catch him.

"Escape!"

Zhong Sheng's heart moved, and he traveled through the earth's crust to avoid this big net.

Behind him, the net began to slowly open, chasing him again.

"Isn't this the thread of a fly whisk?"

Zhong Sheng recognized that the vertical and horizontal threads of the big net came from the whisk in Li Babai's hand.

It's really a good baby, it can go to heaven and earth, and it can't escape from the earth.
Chapter completed!