Chapter 823

The spirit beast who has signed the Royal beast blood contract can feel the call of the master of the blood contract as long as he is in this world, but the summoned beast can not be summoned under some special circumstances, such as being severely imprisoned and restricted.

Tang Lichuan's Royal beast blood deed communicated with the fire tapir remotely. The fluctuation of breath will surely make the little cat aware. If the stupid cat doesn't hold the tapir, it can be successfully summoned by him.

The blood deed pattern circled from the palm of Tang Lichuan's hand and formed a pattern with a diameter of three meters on his head. There was a sudden air flow fluctuation in the blood color light, and then the blood light turned into a blood column and rose into the sky. In the light column that people couldn't look directly at, a dark shadow slowly fell from the sky.

"The stupid cat is funny and doesn't set up obstacles for me..."

Tang Lichuan whispered happily that if the little cat didn't let people go, he really couldn't summon the Tapir.

As the red light of the blood contract dissipated, Tang Lichuan's eyes suddenly became strange. He stared at the black shadow coming out of the blood contract and said in silence: "predecessor, elder! Why are you here!"

Instead of the fire tapir who signed the contract with him, the blood deed summoned a little old man who looked bent. He was the legendary figure of the Kirin Empire and the national teacher Yang Shu!

The little old man half bowed and carried a bleeding man in his left hand. Who is Xu Le who was not blown away by Bai Muhan's sword.

Hearing Tang Lichuan's question, the little old man smiled and threw Xu Le aside. He threw out a small porcelain vase and said, "the experiment over there still needs the cooperation of Tapir. It can't get away now. I already know what's going on here. You two step aside and don't let him die."

When he said the last sentence, his eyes fell on the seriously injured and unconscious ghost sword Xiushen. He looked as if he knew this person.

Xu Le took the small medicine bottle, picked up the ghost sword and retreated with Tang Lichuan. He knew that his master had nothing to deal with.

"Yang Shu! You are still here. I haven't seen you for 300 years. The style of the national master is still the same!"

In the distance, a sword light flew to the side of the comatose Feng Lingao, revealing the figure of an old man with white hair. Bai Muhan, the floating cloud sword fairy, finally showed his true face. Look at his demeanor free from the world of mortals, which is almost the same as the immortal living in seclusion in the mountains.

After he lowered his head and confirmed that Feng Lingao was not in danger, he hit two swords to block Feng Lingao's blood and delay the expansion of the injury. Then he stared at Yang Shu, as if his eyes contained a trace of hatred.

"Old man Bai, after 300 years, you still don't make progress. I think you'd better take your apprentice and go. Anyway, it's still half a move to decide the outcome. There's really no need to start."

Yang Shu glanced at Bai Muhan, and his words made Tang Lichuan's heart jump wildly. With one sword, he killed Bai Muhan, the sword saint of the three of them. Three hundred years ago, he was not the enemy of the little old man?

The strength of the national master Yang Shu is really invincible in the world, but how can Bai Muhan be regarded as a famous strong man in the Kirin Empire? He can't even stop half of his moves?

Tang Lichuan can't help but doubt whether the little old man is bragging. After all, he can't feel the breath of a master on the little old man.

When the old story was mentioned again, Bai Muhan's immortal face showed a gloomy look and roared: "I've never experienced failure since I've achieved my unique skill! I only fought with you three hundred years ago, and I was embarrassed and became a nightmare in my heart... However, with this defeat, I can understand the ultimate sword move! I'll try to surpass the sky breaking sword of sword immortal Li Si for the first time!"

With one move of the right hand, you can see that a ray of light is cast in the dusty sky. A sacred and inviolable holy sword has slowly come into the world since the ninth day. It is Bai Muhan's divine weapon equipped with the sword "light wind and sparse moon". The grade has reached the level of middle grade holy sword.

With the holy sword in hand, Bai Muhan's momentum not only did not increase explosively, but became weaker and weaker. Even his own spiritual sword spirit seemed to converge, and the look of rage on his face was invisible and returned to plain again.

Tang Lichuan only felt the light wind passing by and a flower in front of him. Originally, his feet were still a piece of messy ruins. In the twinkling of an eye, he turned into layers of rolling white clouds. It seemed that he came to the sky from the ground in a moment. From the time, he inferred that it should be daytime, but there was a bright moon hanging above his head, and the moonlight spread brightly all over the sky.

"Artistic Conception! We have been drawn into the artistic conception of Bai Muhan."

Looking at the empty surroundings and the slowly rolling clouds under your feet, the scenery in front of you seems to have completely changed like a magic trick. There is no half shadow of Bai Muhan in the world above the clouds, only the three of them and the little old man Yang Shu standing in front.

Tang Lichuan immediately thought that it might be Bai Muhan's artistic conception, but Bai Muhan, known as the sword saint, could not feel any sword in the artistic conception, and even his own breath disappeared completely.

Let go of his perception and explore around carefully. Tang Lichuan frowned with nothing. Even if he used dirty soil to wash his breath, the degree of hiding was not as exaggerated as Bai Muhan. With his perception, he could not detect any clues, as if Bai Muhan had disappeared from the world.

Being in other people's artistic conception, you can't detect each other's trace. There is no majestic sword meaning in the air. On the contrary, it is more dangerous than the situation of sword Qi.

Tang Lichuan couldn't help muttering: "this is the strength of the real experts in tianwu territory. I can't find any flaws at all! If there was no old master, only Xu Le and I would not be Bai Muhan's opponent."

Tang Lichuan knows his own strength when he can see the strength of the enemy and himself, but he underestimates himself. With the five fold strength of the Xuanwu realm and the time he has set foot in the martial arts realm for just a few years, he can't win or lose face compared with the old monsters in the tianwu realm who have lived in the martial arts realm for hundreds of years.

However, Tang Lichuan regarded it as a flawless artistic conception, but the little old man of the national teacher turned his mouth: "the silent invisible sword is the killing move you have understood in the past 300 years? It is considered that you have some skills to understand this move at the level of tianwu territory... But from my point of view, your sword is too weak."

As soon as the little old man raised his hand slightly, Tang Lichuan heard bursts of broken porcelain. As soon as the national teacher raised his hand, a large area began to collapse.

The endless sword Qi hidden in the artistic conception is also fully exposed when the artistic conception collapses, and it seems that time is still, all fixed in the air and annihilated with the collapse.

At this time, Tang Lichuan saw that there was a sword Qi less than three meters in front of his body. The sword was facing the key of his eyebrow, and his residual power of mysterious water drops was not aware of it.

Compared with the sword like jungle thorns around the little old man, Bai Muhan thought that Tang Lichuan, Xu Le and ghost sword cultivation were only worth his sword.

The artistic conception was broken. Bai Muhan's chest was like a heavy blow. He looked up to the sky and spewed a blood spring. He staggered back a few steps. His eyes were full of incredible expression. In order to understand this sword, he spent 300 years. He was confident that no one in the world could see through it, but he didn't expect that this move was defeated so completely for the first time.

"It's useless when I'm old. My waist is sore when I just move."

After breaking Bai Muhan's attack, the little old man didn't continue to pursue. Instead, he gently hammered his back and waved, "you're not my opponent. Let's go."

Bai Muhan looked at the sword in his hand dejectedly, and suddenly fell to the ground with a bang. With a bitter smile, Ling Ao turned around and left. He said to himself, "what have I done in the past three hundred years? I don't practice the sword..."