Wu Shuangjiang had seen the constellations map before, and did not want to get too entangled with Cui Dongshan. He used four imitation swords and easily broke through the restrictions on the first level of the small world. After arriving at the search mountain formation, he faced thousands of people who were like a volley of arrows.
Wu Shuangjiang twists the talisman to transform into a human being. The fox-furred woman transforms into a sea of ​​clouds with a pair of white clouds under her feet, overwhelming the monsters and ghosts in the mountain. The handsome young man presses the yellow langang belt and takes out the jade wat from the bag, which can naturally restrain those "
The Soushan Divine General, who is in the Immortal Class, looks like two armies confronting each other on the clouds, the sky, and the mountains and the earth. On one side are the ghostly generals of the Soushan Formation, and on the other side there are only three people.
Wu Shuangjiang used his magical power again to prevent the four people from hiding to watch the show. Except for Cui Dongshan, Ning Yao, Chen Ping'an and Jiang Shangzhen appeared in front of them, ignoring the restrictions of the world and the earth, and all mysterious figures who looked like their beloved companions appeared in front of them.
Ning Yao looked at the high-spirited swordsman in blue and sneered. He was pretending to be a fool and couldn't even learn what he was doing.
He beheaded him with a sword.
It is estimated that if Chen Pingan really saw this scene, he would feel that hiding the scroll "Teaching Women in the World to Make Up" was not superfluous at all.
Unexpectedly, the blue-shirted swordsman reunited, his expression and voice were exactly the same as the real Chen Ping'an, as if he had reunited after a long separation and whispered love words to his beloved woman, "Miss Ning, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much."
Ning Yao raised her eyebrows slightly. She was really looking for death. She would cut it again with her sword and break it into pieces. After that, whenever the swordsman in blue reshaped his body, Ning Yao would be the one with the sword. Many times, she would even wait for him intentionally or unintentionally.
For a moment, I was willing to give him a chance to show up, but never gave him a chance to speak. Every time Ning Yao used his sword, although it was just a ray of sword light, every time it seemed to be just a slender line of dazzling sword light, it had a
This kind of sword intention breaks the rules of heaven and earth, but she has excellent control of the sword. She does not destroy the bird in the cage, but can make the swordsman in green be "absorbed" by the sword light.
Forcibly drag the surrounding sea water and even the water of the galaxy into it, eventually turning it into endless nothingness.
In short, the green-shirted swordsman "Chen Ping'an" in front of him was completely incompetent against Ascension Realm Ning Yao.
The swordsman seemed to be furious, and another imitation of the caged bird suddenly appeared inside the caged bird. Ning Yao's face was expressionless, and he used his sword aura slightly. An imitation of heaven and earth that had just appeared, together with the majestic sword rain of a moon imitation sword in the well, suddenly appeared.
Like glass shattering into millions of pieces, the sky and earth are blurred and the scene is magnificent. A female cultivator in the Ascension Realm stands among them with a sword, walking slowly, her hair on the temples is slightly fluttering, which makes her look extremely beautiful. There is no other in the world.
Other colors.
In that helpless place where the formation was formed, Chen Ping'an, who had been waiting for Wu Shuangjiang to come here as a guest, stood up, put his sword back into the scabbard, slipped out a pair of Caozi daggers from his sleeves, took a step sideways, and held
The sword "Ning Yao", a sword light fell straight on the spot, Chen Pingan kicked the ground, and instantly came behind the illusion of Ning Yao, put a palm on the back of her head, smashed it on the spot, swept backwards with the sword, Chen Pingan was in the ten
Zhang Wai suddenly settled down, frowned slightly, and immediately focused his thoughts. The phantom woman's body was actually motionless, only her head turned back, and she looked at Chen Ping'an with a smile, full of sarcasm.
Because the "Sword Immortal" with golden light flowing in her hand was just a weird state between reality and illusion before, but when Chen Pingan thought about it for a moment, after involving the sword Immortal and the golden robe,
The sword in the hands of the woman in front of him and the robe on her body were instantly very close to the truth in Chen Ping'an's heart, which meant that the combat power of this woman who did not know how to manifest had skyrocketed.
But another thought accidentally flashed in Chen Ping'an's mind. The woman's lips moved slightly, as if she said the word "come here". A small world with no law, actually gave birth to strands of the ancient essence of the sword out of thin air, just like
The four long swords condensed into substance, and the sword intent spread out into criss-crossing subtle sword energy, guarding the woman's world together. She nodded slightly, squinted her eyes and smiled, "The number one person in the world is indeed
Well deserved.”
Chen Ping'an had a headache and realized that Wu Shuangjiang's magical power was really insidious.
Chen Pingan quickly suppressed all the complicated thoughts about "Ning Yao" in his heart.
The woman smiled and said: "Is this enough? I broke the ban on the night ship with one sword before, but it was a real Ascension Realm cultivation. With this sword and a robe, I have two immortal weapons. I have to thank you.
It’s becoming more real. Oh, I forgot, I don’t need to say thank you to you, it’s too alienating.”
Chen Ping'an didn't think it was impossible to fight, it was just a little tricky. Wu Shuangjiang once again mastered the art of teaching, and the woman in front of him looked like a copy of a calligraphy and painting, no matter how authentic it was, after all, she was not the real Ning Yao, not a genuine Ascension Realm sword cultivator.
, whether the woman is supported by Wu Shuangjiang's thoughts, or her spiritual energy foundation, as well as the sword fairy and golden robe, as long as Chen Ping'an can control his mind, she and all external objects will continue to wear out.
, eventually dissipated.
A lawless place is the best battlefield. And Chen Ping'an's being in this situation is not entirely a bad thing. It is just used to sharpen the physique of a ten-level warrior.
But it is really difficult to deal with.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath and stooped slightly, as if a weight of millions of kilograms was suddenly lifted off his shoulders. Before boarding the ship, he had been walking around the city as an eighth-level warrior. Even when he went to find Ning Yao, he was still at the peak of the mountain top.
, the present moment is the real end of Qi.
Unexpectedly, there was a Ning Yao behind the woman, like a piece of paper, split open by a sword. It was Ning Yao who came here with a sword. The real Ning Yao and the fake Ning Yao were judged.
Ning Yao took a step forward and came to Chen Pingan, frowning slightly, "What did you talk about with her?"
The next moment, a locust wood sword appeared out of thin air from the sword box behind Ning Yao.
Chen Pingan swept his arm and hit the door in front of Ning Yao. The latter flew ten feet away. Chen Pingan used his sword skills to make a flying sword and penetrated the opponent's head with his left hand.
There are clusters of mountains and rivers with lines on the palm of the hand, and the Five Thunder Methods are everywhere, and Ning Yao, who has two locust wood swords hidden in the sword box, is wrapped up in them. Like a heavenly disaster approaching, the Taoist methods slam down quickly, beating his body.
broken.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes, shook his sleeves with both hands, and looked relaxed, waiting for the next "Ning Yao" to appear.
Just a little more thoughts about the locust wood sword that had little to do with combat power exposed her.
On Jiang Shangzhen's side, he stared blankly at a weak woman with pear blossoms and rain. She walked slowly, stopped in front of him, and just kicked him lightly and punched him. She was as light as floating catkins.
Does it hurt or not? She pursed her lips and raised her head. She looked at the slender man and sobbed: "Jiang Lang, why are you old and have gray hair?"
Jiang Shangzhen's eyes were clear. He looked at the woman in front of him, but he thought that the woman in his heart was not a person at all. He smiled and said: "I have never seen her cry in my life. Who do you think you are?"
He seemed to think she was too much of an eyesore, so he gently stretched out his palm and pushed away the woman's head. The latter stumbled and fell to the ground, sitting on the ground, biting her lip, looking at the betrayed person with a sad face, her temples slightly frosted.
Jiang Shangzhen just looked into the distance and murmured: "My heart is so broken that I can't wrap it up."
In the small world of Sou Shan Formation, where the innocent imitation sword was hovering, Jiang Shangzhen, who looked like an elf, stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck. It was probably because his head was placed a little wrong before. He held it with both hands, twisted it slightly, and sighed: "
It took a lot of effort to fight through the Fourteenth Realm. Now for some reason, I feel that Pei Min is really kind and amiable."
The four swords stood in the four directions of the sky and the earth in the Sou Shan Formation. The sword energy rose into the sky, like four fire candles as high as mountains, burning out four dark holes in a peace scroll, so Wu Shuangjiang wanted to
Just leave, choose a "gate", take the two maids and travel away together, but Wu Shuangjiang obviously has no intention of leaving for the time being.
Jiang Shangzhen's eyes immediately revealed that the handsome young man next to Wu Shuangjiang was actually the same person but different ages from the fox-furred woman. One was the young couple in Wu Shuangjiang's memory, and the other was a slightly older young woman.
Well, as for why a woman disguises herself as a man, Jiang Shangzhen feels that the real meaning of this is just like the thrush in the boudoir, which is not enough for outsiders to understand.
Wu Shuangjiang turned around and spoke in a low voice to "Young Tianran", his eyes were gentle, his voice was mellow, and he was full of emotions that were not fake.
With a loving look on her face, she explained the difference between the small world and the small world in the world, "The saints sit in the small world, and the immortals create the sun, moon, stars, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with their magical powers, either with talisman formations or with their mind. They are all good magical powers."
, but they are also divided into the third, sixth and ninth grades."
"The saints of the three religions are in charge of the academies, Taoist temples and temples, and the saints of the military strategists are in charge of the ancient battlefield. The heaven and earth are the most real, the rules of the avenue are running in an orderly manner, and they are the most flawless, so they are ranked first. In addition to the founders of the three religions, Chen Qingdu is in charge of the sword.
The Great Wall of Qi is the most lethal, and the old blind man sits on the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which is the strongest. The Mohist giants built the city and created their own world. Although there is a suspicion of being unreliable, it is close to the location and manpower of a refiner.
, the key is to be both offensive and defensive, which is quite good. This ferry is out of business, if there is still a chance, I will take you to visit the wild world."
"Mr. Cui's previous star map seemed to be vast and vast. It was a manipulation of the spiritual consciousness of the monks who fell into it, confusing a boundless one. It is most suitable for trapping and killing immortals, but it is very difficult to deal with the ascension realm.
. As for the small world of Sou Shan Formation, the essence is that one is true or false. How can so many magical powers, spells, and offensive magic weapons be true? They are just nine falsehoods and one true. Otherwise, Jiang Shangzhen would not be able to do anything on the Tongyezhou battlefield.
The merits accumulated in the Confucian Temple must be at least doubled. However, Jiang Shangzhen's natal flying sword has long been quietly hidden in it. It can be exchanged with any god, general, spirit, magic weapon, and magic method at will, as long as any fish that slips through the net comes close.
Physically, if ordinary monks fight against each other, they will be beheaded by flying swords. Unfortunately, the biggest crux of every small world like the Talisman Formation is that there is a fixed number of "ones", which cannot be recycled.
Life is endless, so if I don’t want to rush on the journey and see more new scenery, I can wait until Mr. Cui and Jiang Shangzhen have exhausted their time, and then rush to the next world.”
Cui Dongshan flicked his sleeves again and again, brushing away the aftertaste of the sword energy aroused by those innocent imitation swords. The poor Taiping scroll of Sou Shan Tu was nailed to the "Book Desk" by four imitation swords, more like a few appreciating paintings.
When one holds a lamp and looks closely, the lamps are burning at such a close range that the sky and earth in the picture appear to be slightly yellowish in varying degrees.
But Jiang Shangzhen didn't feel any distress about this, and Cui Dongshan looked calm and said with a smile: "Sword cultivators catch and fight each other, which is fighting the enemy on the battlefield. Old Wei was right when he said it, it's nothing more than a fixed line of soldiers arranging and arranging, killing with random swords.
Chop it up randomly. The Qi practitioners compete with each other, just like the two temples, it depends on who has more Huahua intestines, different styles, different tastes. Let’s not be frightened by Palace Master Wu,
It must have been the first time that the four swords were gathered together. Palace Master Wu looked at it with ease and ease, but he actually spent a lot of money."
Wu Shuangjiang stood at the canopy, nodded in the distance, and said with a hearty smile: "Mr. Cui expected it to be true. I originally wanted to take it to Xuandu Temple to learn swordsmanship, and then go to Dao Laoer to learn swordsmanship. We met on the ferry this time, and we had the opportunity.
It's rare that Mr. Cui can also be regarded as a sword cultivator. He just needs a few of you to practice and question each other's swords. I just hope that the two immortals of Yupu will ascend to the top and the four sword immortals will work together to kill the fourteenth realm. Don't let me
I underestimated Haoran Sword Cultivator."
Jiang Shangzhen stretched out his hand and found a flag in his hand. He shook it vigorously, always looking like a little elf, cursing and spitting, "I consider myself a person who is good at chatting. I can flatter and disgust people.
I never thought that besides Brother Du, I would meet another enemy of the Dao today! Flirting and flirting are intolerable. I really can’t bear it. Brother Cui, don’t stop me. I must meet this old immortal Wu today!
"
As the banners swayed, strong winds gusted, and the heaven and earth had another strange phenomenon. Except for those gods and generals in the mountains who were retreating, they began to fight against the three people in the sky again. Among them, there were four more people.
The divine general attracted the most attention. He was a thousand feet tall, stepped on a dragon, and held giant swords in both hands. He led his army to kill Wu Shuangjiang and his three men.
A giant spirit mountain guardian stood on the top of a mountain carried by a giant turtle, holding a magic mirror. Under the bright sun, the mirror light shot out, and a sword light continued like a rolling river, passing by
There were accidental injuries - there were countless ghosts and ghosts, and the sharp sword light seemed to have been forged with the Taoist will of the infinite sun essence, heading straight for the jade tablet hanging in the sky like the moon.
A godly warrior wearing golden armor, with three heads and six arms, holding a sword, spear and halberd, disappeared in a flash, retreated into the mountains and rivers, stepped out in a few steps, and arrived in front of Wu Shuang in an instant.
A priestess with fluttering ribbons, holding a pipa in her arms, has a strange appearance with one head and four faces.
The hanging jade wat thrown by the handsome young man was struck by the light beam of the magic mirror for a long time. Sparks flew everywhere, and golden rainstorms began to fall between the sky and the earth. The first crack finally appeared in the jade wat, and the sound of cracking was heard.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Put it away. After all, it is a real object that has been treasured for many years."
The young man nodded and was about to collect the jade wat and return it to his pocket. He never thought that in the light emitted by the magic lock mirror on the top of the mountain, there was a ray of green sword light, which was difficult to detect. It was like a fish hiding in the river, as fast as thunder.
In an instant, he was about to hit the broken part of the jade tablet. Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly and showed a statue at will. He stretched out his hand like a cup of water, and picked up a handful of mirror light as big as a lake in the palm of his hand. There was a mirror that was bumping around.
The extremely small blue fish is still clearly visible in the field of vision of a fourteenth-level monk. The Dharma Xiang clasped his hands together and crushed the mirror light, leaving only the sword energy and divine will, so that he could learn from it, refine it, and finally refine it.
To be continued...