Chapter 201 Flying

Author: Yao Jishan

Chapter 201 Flying

It is this time!

Wei Shu strongly raised her true energy, and the blood-refining magic skill instantly broke out of the third level. At the same time, she used her power with one arm and lifted the reins.

"Boom--" Amid the deafening thunder, a thin shadow was like a meteor, like lightning, leaping across the air and slashing away with one knife.

In an instant, the blood-colored sword rushes like a waterfall, dyeing everything around it red. A strong smell of blood quickly spreads, murderous intent rushes, and fierce flames surging, as if it is about to poke a big hole into the sky.

The second form of "Eight Desolations and Six Heaven and Earth":

Open the sky.

The sound of the wind suddenly disappeared.

The thunder that resounded through the heaven and earth in the Thunder Valley fell silent at a moment. Suddenly, water droplets fell from the blood light in the sky. At first, it was like a trickle of spring water, and then like a rushing river, endless and endless. It was peaceful, round and soft, and instantly washed away the surging flames and murderous aura, and returned the peace in the world.

However, it is not enough.

Even though the blood light disappeared, the thread of sword intent that cut off the sky was embedded in the round and peaceful water waves.

When you draw a knife to cut off the water, even if the torrent flow never stops, there will always be a breath of separation and reunion.

This knife is just about to break the point and the end.

So the water waves shattered and the sword aura burst out.

The wind in the Thunder Valley roared again, and two painful groans came from behind the mountain wall. Wei Shu also had bleeding from the corners of her mouth and painful dantian.

But she didn't care about being seriously injured. After falling into the car with the intent of the sword like a drop of water, she took advantage of the rest of the momentum and slapped her palms at the rear of the car.

"Bang", the palm wind was like a stack of waves, one after another, and the wheel suddenly flew up and flew past the roadblock, landing steadily, breaking through the wind and rain, galloping forward.

Under the rain, the Jiang mother and daughter felt the car body tremble. A soft and powerful force came from the rear of the car. Then there was a burst of clouds and mist. When the sound of wooden wheels rolling from under the car was heard again, the cliff was already behind her.

Wei Shu looked forward with a knife and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After realizing the masters hidden on both sides of the roadblock, she had the idea of ​​leveraging the force to fight. Otherwise, she would not be able to send the carriage across the roadblock while retreating to the enemy.

Now it seems that the master who used the sword really has strong internal strength, and it can be seen from the sword intent that the two people should have taken action, one man and one woman.

Sure enough, as soon as my thoughts turned here, a voice suddenly came from behind the cliff, a mellow and gentle way, it was a man and a woman:

"Yang Xiong (Qian Xiaocui), thank you for your advice."

The two of them were obviously injured, and their breath was slightly chaotic when they spoke, especially Qian Xiaocui's voice was even weaker.

Wei Shu raised her head with her sword and looked at the towering cliff.

The rain curtains and rocks blocked their vision, making them unable to reach their eyes, and even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

But she knew that there were not only Yang, Qian and others behind the cliff. And the two of them spoke out at this time, seemingly showing goodwill, but in fact they were trying to see from Wei Shu's reaction that she was in a state of condition, whether she was injured and...severe of the injury.

Damn it!

A strong murderous intent suddenly surged into my heart at this moment.

Kill them all!

Kill everyone!

The blood qi evaporated upwards, Wei Shu's eyes were red, and the blood in her body accelerated. There seemed to be countless ants biting them between the meridians. The 36,000 pores on her body were roaring excitedly, as if urging her to rush up and kill her.

This is the evil point of the Blood Refining Magic.

The more he stimulates the blood and improves his realm, the more cruel and bloody hell she will be. Now she can still control it, but as long as there is a chance to take advantage of this cruel meaning, it will retaliate, causing the martial artist to be eventually ruled by martial arts.

However, this situation and killing cannot be stopped.

Wei Shu stood up for a few breaths, and suddenly burst out. The red sword aroused a blood mist and slashed straight into the cliff.

This time, the sword aura was only about a foot long, and its powerfulness was far less than the momentum of the previous situation. However, the violent murderous aura contained the meaning of being the only one in the world, as if there was no such sword in the world.

The first form of "Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, One Sword of Heaven and Earth":

Cracking.

The energy behind the cliff suddenly condensed.

After another breath, the sound of his clothes breaking through the air came. The man who called himself Yang Xiong seemed to have said something, but it was gradually becoming unheard of from near to far.

The two swords escaped, and Wei Shu's breathing stopped.

A strong palpitations suddenly came, and the next moment, a silver moon rose in the rain.

The guitar is bright, and the pale moonlight seems a little weak, as if it is not even clear in the cliff wall, but the turn of light seems to be everywhere and everywhere. Then a majestic Buddha's name comes with the wind:

"Amitabha, turning back is the shore."

The compassionate and solemn voice is accompanied by the rumbling thunder, heavy and solemn. It is not only the compassion of my Buddha, but also the angrily eyes of Vajra, which makes people want to let go of everything and worship it.

Wei Shu opened her eyes wide, but her expression became confused.

At this moment, the blood mist had blurred her vision, and the heavy rain turned everything into distortion. She felt the murderous intent in her body dissipated. The pale moonlight was like the clear dew in the bottle of Guanyin Master, holy, bright and peaceful, enough to offset the evil spirit of the blood refining magic.

She slowly closed her eyes.

The wind and thunder roared like roars, echoing in the valley. Behind the cliff, a figure jumped down quietly, and the crescent shovel in his palm emitted a cold and cold light in the heavy rain.

Success.

Monk Tan's body fell, but his mood was rising.

Yang Xiong and Qian Xiaocui were frightened by the aura of this woman who was beaten. The woman cut out her second knife just now. The couple actually wiped their heads and ran away faster than a rabbit. They didn't realize that this woman was in the last place.

Forget it, the couple were a little reluctant. When they rushed to the Cheng family's convoy, Yuanyang Jian only killed a few stintsmen. The rest refused to do it. It was him, Lao Tan, and Pan Sheng and others who were doing dirty work there, but they both pretended to be noble.

Bah, what kind of young master, the little jass, isn't you rolling around in this dirty world? You've lived through fighting and killing for so many years, how clean can your hands be?

Monk Tan couldn't help but sneer.

He took all the money, but it was difficult to handle it. After solving the problem, the woman in front of him must spread it well in the world. He said that the loving couple was as timid as a mouse, leaving their companions behind and fleeing to see if they have any face to hang out in the world. At that time, they must teach the couple to taste the fruit of today and avenge this revenge.

And Yuwen Hong.

Monk Tan's eyes became more and more sinister.

Just now, Yuwen Hong hurriedly summoned them here, saying that the Cheng family's mother and daughter were going to run away and asked them to intercept them along the way in Benlei Valley. Ding Lei was personally pursued, but it turned out that he gave them a tough point and ran away by himself.

Selling friends to live, they are despicable and despicable. If you don’t take revenge, you will not be a human being!

Monk Tan stared at the thin shadow that was getting closer and closer below. Even with the strong wind and rain, his red eyes did not blink, just like a fierce ghost.

(End of this chapter)
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