Liang Yan and Confucian Shenjiang fought several times, both because of coincidence and because of their positions.
Ever since he first encountered the secret conversation between Confucian God General and Gou Qi, he had become a thorn in each other's side. In order to prevent the matter from leaking out, Ling Chongxiao wanted to kill him.
In addition, Liang Yan was involved in the disputes in Xuanyuan City. One was a guest of the sixth princess, and the other was an aide to the second prince. The two camps were in different camps, and there was a dispute over their positions.
Although they themselves have no deep hatred, at this point, no one is willing to back down. They want to distinguish themselves and decide whether to live or die!
Hearing the sarcasm from the Confucian god general, Liang Yan's expression did not change, and he suddenly smiled and said:
"In this case, Liang will come and learn the methods of Confucian god generals!"
As soon as the word "Duan" was spoken, a ray of silver light had already cut through the sky. The distance of a hundred feet was only an instant. Before Xuanyuan Lingwei and others could see clearly, the silver sword light had already landed on the head of Confucian God General.
brush!
The sword light struck Ling Chongxiao's head, but no blood spurted out. The figure rippled gently like water waves, and disappeared on the spot after a moment.
"Where are the people?"
Everyone present was slightly stunned, even Liang Yan frowned.
But the next moment, he activated the "Eight Parts of Evolution" technique, and seemed to see something. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole person turned into a gray escaping light, flashed backwards, and retreated in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of feet away.
And the moment he just stepped back, the void above his head suddenly cracked, and a big hand covered with black hair suddenly reached out, swarming in with great force, grabbing it like an eagle's claws.
This time, only the afterimage of Liang Yan was caught.
Although Ling Chongxiao's traces were strange, Liang Yan's "Eight Parts of Evolution" was also very mysterious. As early as the moment the opponent took action, he had already sensed it and avoided it in time.
However, the black hand had the upper hand and refused to let Liang Yan go. At this moment, he trembled slightly, the hairs on his palms stood up, and actually shot towards him!
Thousands of black silk threads contain extremely sinister power, falling like black drizzle.
Liang Yan was in mid-air and had just escaped the sneak attack from the big black-haired hand. At this time, he was covered in black drizzle, making it impossible to escape.
But he didn't panic. He twisted his body and a crack appeared on his forehead.
A vertical eye emerged from the crack, the pupil rotated slightly, and a black beam of light shot out.
The black drizzle that was originally pouring down suddenly stopped in place when illuminated by this beam of light, and could no longer fall.
Liang Yan got some free time, raised his hand and slapped the Taixu Gourd, and the Mayfly Sword Pill shot out and struck somewhere in the sky above his palm.
The sword was as powerful as breaking bamboo, a muffled groan came from the void, and a figure staggered out.
This man in a long Confucian robe and a handsome face is none other than the Confucian god general Ling Chongxiao who disappeared just now!
But at this moment, the Lun scarf on his head had been cut off by Liang Yan's sword, and his hair was hanging down. He no longer looked as graceful as before, and looked very embarrassed.
"You! You Kenmaru, why are you so different from before?!"
Confucian God General opened his eyes wide and looked at Liang Yan below, with a look of disbelief on his face.
This person is very scheming. Even if he feels that he can defeat his opponent with his own strength, he is not willing to fight head-on. Instead, he likes to win by sneak attack.
When Liang Yan was fighting with the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest just now, he was hiding in the dark, hoping to wait for Liang Yan to reveal his flaws before attacking him unexpectedly.
Who would have known that Liang Yan had not used all his strength from the beginning to the end, and that he was already about to kill the Seven Sages before his sword was even taken out of its sheath.
The Confucian God General and the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest both worked for Xuanyuan Haoyu. If he really refused to save him, it would be hard to explain when he returned. He was forced to show up and save him.
When he saw Liang Yan casually transforming objects into swords, he could already tell that the opponent's cultivation had improved. He was very cautious in his heart, but deliberately pretended to be disdainful on the surface, just to paralyze his opponent and attack him secretly.
Unexpectedly, this sneak attack not only failed to severely damage the opponent, but also caused a hidden loss for myself.
Facing Ling Chongxiao's question, Liang Yan had no intention of answering.
With a squeeze of the magic formula in his hand, his whole body turned into a streak of gray light and soared into the sky, dodging the coverage of the black rain. He then swung the sword light horizontally and slashed towards Ling Chongxiao with the Mayfly Sword Pill.
Now that the sword baby is ready, the power of the sword pill is certainly not the same.
The same sword struck Confucian God in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, but this time, his face was extremely solemn, and he did not dare to be careless at all.
He pinched the magic formula and dispersed the giant black palm, then waved his sleeve and threw a black inkstone into the air.
The inkstone is called the "Tiger Hou Pointing Soldier Inkstone" and is made of ten thousand years of cold crystal. Its material itself is considered indestructible, and the ink in the inkstone is even more mysterious!
"The Tiger's Pointing Inkstone" was suspended in mid-air. Ling Chongxiao pinched the magic formula in his hand and muttered words in his mouth.
The next moment, the ink flew out of the inkstone, and a large area of ​​the sky was dyed black, like a giant splash-ink landscape painting.
In the painting, the mountains are continuous and majestic. Flags are fluttering on the mountains, which seems to be a battlefield. Soldiers are drawn in large and small ink, each one wearing armor and full of murderous intent!
"kill!"
As the general in the painting roared, thousands of soldiers rushed out!
Countless generals, warriors, and chariots made of ink appeared in mid-air. The wheels rolled, the beasts roared, and the black flags connected together. The entire Luofeng Temple was in a state of extreme solemnity!
And they have only one goal, and that is Liang Yan!
"I have long heard that Taoism has a saying of 'throwing beans into soldiers', but I didn't expect that Confucianism also has a saying of 'splashing ink into paintings'!"
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes. Facing this Confucian general with unpredictable magical powers, he did not dare to be careless at all.
He displayed the "Bodhi Mirror", and everything and all the changes around him in the sky above Luofeng Temple were reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness.
"go!"
After seeing his opponent's moves clearly, Liang Yan did not choose to retreat, but instead charged into the enemy's formation with his sword.
Among thousands of troops, a blue sword light is invincible!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In mid-air, war beasts roared and military drums sounded!
A burly general raised his hammers and hit Liang Yan's head; another short, fat general rounded his long knife and slashed into his lower abdomen; and someone came around behind Liang Yan and used
The dagger in his hand stabbed his neck.
"snort!"
Liang Yan snorted coldly, his face as calm as water, and without even looking, with a thought in his mind, the Mayfly Sword Pill thrust forward and pierced the two hammers, cutting the burly general in half with one strike.
Immediately afterwards, the sword light dispersed, and the green sword energy whipped up a whirlwind, smashing the two generals behind him into pieces.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
In the majestic military formation, a little green light rushed left and right. Wherever it passed, corpses were strewn across the field, like tigers descending from the mountain, overwhelming!
Ling Chongxiao saw it from a distance and was extremely surprised.
His "Tiger Hou Pointing Soldier Inkstone" has a great origin. It was given by Xuanyuan Potian himself. It is an imitation of the "Xuanyuan Soldier Talisman". Although it is far inferior to the magic weapon used by the saint, it is also popular among monks in the same realm.
It's rare to find an opponent.
Logically speaking, Liang Yancai is only in the middle stage of Tongxuan. Even a small group of soldiers in the magic weapon can take him down, let alone an army of thousands.
But now I am activating the magic weapon with all my strength and exerting all its power, but I still can't stop this cyan sword!
"People say that when people see each other, they should look at each other with admiration. I didn't expect that this kid would reach such an extent after not seeing him for only a month!"
The Confucian God General thought to himself, his expression extremely solemn.
Seeing that none of the generals in mid-air could stop each other, he threw the Golden Wheel of Wind and Fire out again. This magic weapon was refined with his own blood and contained endless power of wind and fire.
Taking advantage of the wind, the fire was not only more powerful, but also extremely fast. Everyone below saw only a flash of red light, streaking across the sky like a meteor, and in the next moment it was on top of Liang Yan's head.
"Well done!"
Liang Yan was getting ready to fight, but he was not afraid at all when he saw this. His right hand was filled with golden light and he punched the sky.
boom!
As a loud noise came, Buddhist golden light and red flames burst out in the air, and the dazzling light shone in all directions, as if it was raining fire on the top of the Cuiyun Mountain.
The Wind and Fire Golden Wheel paused in mid-air, and Liang Yan's figure returned to the military formation with the force of the backlash. With a thought in his mind, the Mayfly Sword Pills circled around, killing several more people in an instant.
Ten ink shadow warriors.
"Good boy, you will definitely die today!"
Confucian God General roared angrily, spread out his right hand, hooked his five fingers, and grabbed it from the air like an eagle's claws.
Countless black threads appeared out of thin air in all directions, like a huge black hand, holding Liang Yan in the palm of his hand.
To be continued...