Wei Jin, the swordsman of Fengxue Temple, found the trace of the swordsman in green shirt, but was stopped by a handsome young man with a sword gourd tied around his waist. He stood in front of the swordsman in blue shirt and stretched out a palm to stop him.
With all the sword light from Wei Jin's sword, he shook his wrist, and his palm, which had turned into charcoal, returned to normal in an instant.
This great demon on the throne, who has a neither high nor low position in the ancient well, has the pseudonym Qinghua.
That delicate face that is very capable of bewitching women, if you look closely, it is all made up of other people's faces.
Inside the sword-raising gourd, there are countless remaining souls of sword immortals and broken flying swords.
The great demon Qinghua and the young swordsman behind him who was the best among the hundreds of swordsmen in the wild world laughed and said, "Junior brother, have you had enough fun?"
The green-robed swordsman nodded and said, "Be careful."
The big demon blocked the Sword Immortal's distant sword again, and Wei Jin's two swords rushed past him. Qinghua was already hanging above a large pit, and said with a soft voice, "Senior brother, why should you be careful? You are careful enough.
Haven’t you gone to see Chen Qingdu yet?”
Lu Zhi came with his sword and said to Wei Jin: "You continue to hunt. Leave this sissy to me."
Qinghua looked at the female Great Sword Immortal with half of her face ruined and asked with a smile, "Is this the great Sword Immortal from China who has conquered the entire country from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"
Lu Zhi remained silent and responded with a sword.
At one end of the city, the monk covered in blood looked like a golden Buddha with the Great Sword Wall as a lotus seat.
The Buddhist saint with a middle-aged face, the cassock on his body fell off by itself. With his fingerless palm, he gently lifted the cassock into the air. Suddenly it was as big as a sea of ​​clouds. For a while, the wind and clouds surged, and the cassock became bigger and bigger. The light of Buddha shone everywhere.
world.
In the end, the cassock of the sea of ​​clouds, which covered the sky and covered the sun with endless rays of light, fell down and covered the battlefield outside the city. It turned into countless grains of golden light and attached themselves to the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
The monk sat cross-legged, with a lotus lantern and a stick of incense appearing in front of him.
Then, many sword cultivators on the battlefield passed on all their injuries, big and small, to the monk within a stick of incense.
On the Jianjianxian Seal Book, I saw the seal script of a seal, which was copied by the young Yinguan from Haoran Tianxia.
"Dingguang Buddha reborn as an ordinary man in the world of Saha."
When the stick of incense was about to burn out, the monk put his hands together, raised his head and looked into the distance, with a smile on his face, and then passed away.
But the light in front of me is still there, and not only that, it shines even brighter.
The saints of the three religions, including monks, were actually fighting each other from beginning to end.
For example, this Buddhist saint spent his life to change the world, helped the Great Wall of Sword Qi to conquer the barbaric world, joined forces with the other two saints to create the golden river three times, covered himself with lion worms, cut off his ten fingers and turned into a golden dragon, took off his cassock, and protected the sword cultivator.
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There was the brutal fighting in the siege, with rivers of blood, and the Confucian saint's painting of Huangliu Jujin. The key is that the Buddhist magical power enveloped the battlefield.
He had been raising the sword for so long that Wu Chengpei felt that it had taken too long, so he finally used his full strength for the first time to use his natal flying sword Ganlin.
This Ganlin ranks among the top three in the evaluation of the magical power of flying swords in Summer Palace.
On the battlefield outside the city, thousands of monsters were enveloped by a rain of blood rising from the earth. Their flesh and bones were instantly stripped away, and their souls were strangled by every raindrop containing the nectar of the sword.
The throne of the great demon Bai Ying is located at the front, but it is still some distance away from the three battlefields of A Liang, Chen Xi and Qi Tingji.
On the Bone Throne, which is made up of hundreds of thousands of bones, this big monster has no flesh and blood on its body. Its bones are as white as jade, and the head is still stepping on it under its feet.
When she saw Wu Chengpei at the top of the city sacrificing his flying sword, Bai Ying kicked the head away, stood up, and stared at the rain curtain slowly rising into the sky with great interest.
Bai Ying slightly averted her gaze. On the battlefield, there was a pitiful little Jade Pure Realm sword cultivator with a broken arm. Not only was he holding a sword in one hand, but one of his ankles was evenly chopped off. For some reason, he was still around.
After passing the three sword formations opened by Qi Tingji and others, they went straight towards the throne.
The man stopped and faced the Throne of Bones. He raised his sword, but instead of looking at the great demon Bai Ying, he stared at the head and said: "Observe the lineage, sword master Gao Kui, the last sword,
You have to ask the ancestor."
Bai Ying glanced at the head on the ground and laughed loudly, "I think it's okay. I'll just slap you to death so that you, my disciples, can be my companions."
An empty gray robe with no one inside floated over and slowly landed on the Bone Throne.
When it appeared, Bai Ying immediately sat back down, not daring to say another word.
The gray robe stood at the edge of the throne.
In the distance is Gao Kui who wants to ask for the last sword in this life.
A hoarse voice said, "Watch the sword."
Two great demon thrones are suspended in the air next to each other. They are both described as women.
The big demon raised its head and stopped, and she appeared in her true form, with the head of a human and the body of a dragon, wearing an imperial crown and a black dragon robe, sitting high on a dragon chair, with a huge dragon's tail dragging on the ground.
The Great Demon of the Throne, whose name is Fei Fei, has not shown her true body. She has a young appearance, a pair of scarlet eyes, and the thousands of warp and weft threads in her robe. Each thread is a river and stream refined by her.
On her wrist is a bracelet made of natal orbs of the dragon genus, and on her feet is a pair of embroidered shoes with two huge Li beads on the tips.
Yangzhi had just retreated from the battlefield and was struck by Qi Tingji's sword. At this moment, he had to reveal his true body to heal his wounds.
When it comes to cultivating monsters, they can transform into human forms and climb mountains faster, but when it comes to recuperating from injuries, they still need to restore their true bodies and recover faster.
Yang Zhi's eyes were gloomy, staring intently at Qi Tingji in the distance, who occupied a vast battlefield with one man and one sword. The old swordsman who carved the Great Wall of Sword Qi was actually the handsome body of a young man. If according to Tuoyue Mountain's earliest
It is deduced that Qi Tingji, who has a higher heart than the sky and is never willing to die, will betray the Sword Qi Great Wall with the hidden official Xiao Xun, and at a critical moment, he will betray a certain great swordsman.
Just like Xiao Xun punched him on the left and right sides of his back.
I never thought that Qi Tingji would change his mind. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. As long as Qi Tingji is willing to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall, the only person who can kill him is Chen Qingdu. But once Chen Qingdu chooses to draw his sword, he will stand by and watch like in Jiazi Zhang.
The barbaric ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain would still take action. The only explanation is that Chen Qingdu gave Qi Tingji a better future.
Fei Fei was hovering beside the dragon chair. Compared to the big demon with a human head and a dragon body, Fei Fei looked extremely small. She glanced at the two young men standing on the handle of the dragon chair and smiled slightly with one of them.
Then she said with the voice of her heart and her sincerity: "You are incompetent in supervising the battle. You are guilty of it. Don't you mean it? You see Huang Luan and you are very sensible."
Yang Zhi's face became increasingly ugly, and the dragon's tail dragged on the ground lightly hit the ground, shaking and shattering all the ground within a hundred feet.
The situation between her and Huang Luan is now the most miserable.
Yangzhi was once the co-owner of the Yiluo River, so he naturally had a dispute with Fei Fei. However, under the witness of Tuoyue Mountain, Yang Zhi donated the entire Yiluo River water area to Fei Fei.
In exchange, Feifei needs to help Yangzhi become the co-owner of Jiuzhou in Haoran World when Haoran World is grabbing water transportation. Yangzhi wants to become the mistress of all dynasties in the world, all the kings of the world, the five mountain edicts, the incense of the world, and the gods.
Life, death, and the fate of martial arts are all decided by her with a single word.
And Yang Zhi also needs to help Fei Fei fulfill her biggest wish, which is to let Fei Fei devour the last prototype of the true dragon and make up for the great road. In the future, all water transportation in the wild and vast world will be under Fei Fei's control.
As a result, the two sides changed from an endless battle for the road in the wild world to a pattern of mutual assistance and alliance in the future.
On the handle of the huge dragon chair, stood the two sword immortal embryos of Jiashen Zhang, Yu Si and the young man Tan.
It was only after the siege that Yu Si found out that Tan was actually Yang Zhi's direct disciple.
And Tan finally knew that Yu Si was actually called "Young Master" by Fei Fei, the great demon on the throne.
After that, the atmosphere in Jiashen's tent became a bit strange.
Except for Geta, it was difficult for the other colleagues to get along with them calmly. Everyone looked at them with an uncontrollable fear that was extremely difficult to hide.
So today the two sword cultivators made an appointment to come here to relax.
?Tan said: "It seems that there is no trace of Chen Ping'an."
Yusi nodded and said: "Then it will be difficult to have the opportunity to avenge Liu Bai."
Yusi was wearing a black robe, but tied her hair with a piece of white satin. The black and white were distinct, and she looked very beautiful.
Tan looked sad, "Sister Liubai, she has a new physical body, but the sword's heart is a little unstable."
Yusi knelt down on one knee and looked at the battlefield in the distance, "If it were me, it would be difficult to maintain the clear sword heart as before."
Tan gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill Chen Pingan!"
Yusi smiled and said, "Count me in."
He turned to look at the great demon Fei Fei.
She smiled and said: "When that rotten fence is broken down, I will find the young hidden official for the young master."
Yang Zhi hesitated for a long time and glanced at the top of the city. The Confucian sage displayed the picture of Yellow Flowing Giant Jin, causing a steady stream of water to pour onto the battlefield above the city to stop the ants of the demon tribe.
Attached is siege.
She took out a scroll from her sleeve and reluctantly parted with it.
As the former co-owner of the Yiluo River, before handing over the waters of the Yiluo River, he took the lead in refining three thousand-mile-long rivers, one of which was the Wuding River, with bones and ghosts gathering in it.
Yang Zhi threw the scroll towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi, dodging dozens of Jian Xiu's flying swords, and rolled to the ground. A rolling flowing Wuding River collided with the giant yellow river, causing thousands of waves to rise immediately.
To be continued...