Chapter 2: The six rays of the holy six sins, one thought of Prajna clears away the miscellaneous things
brush!
A black shadow jumped out from the pattern of the Samsara Heaven Ascension Pillar, like a dragon soaring over the sea, and the flat land was in turmoil.
He did not just leave, but stopped in mid-air in the long-planned encirclement, looking around and looking in all directions.
"Huhu..."
Under the rumblings of hunting, the young man with black hair, black clothes and black sword, serious in speech, brought the atmosphere of the scene to a freezing point.
"coming!"
"Those sleeveless, red and scorched hands, those hidden pains, and this face... it is indeed him, Lord Shou!"
"Don't be afraid, no matter how strong he is, we have six half-saints, can he still defy heaven?"
"Yes, he is the one we are waiting for. He is the one who should be nervous!"
In the distance, the three Taixu gathered in a group, huddled behind a hill, and quietly transmitted their voices with their spiritual thoughts.
After just a glance, they didn't even dare to use their spiritual senses to explore further. Soon someone took out a specially made formation disk and said:
"I will summon Dazai Half-Saint first. Old Wang, you will now go and inform Lord Li. Senior Hua Yuan will be responsible for you, Old Qian..."
laugh!
The sword light passed by.
Mountain tops and human heads flew up at the same time.
The array disk fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled twice.
"Plop."
White flames ignited and the formations shattered.
"He looked over!"
Lao Qian and Lao Wang looked at each other with horror in their eyes, and ran away separately without saying a word.
But as soon as my feet were lifted off the ground...
Phew! Phew!
Two sword lights flew across the sky.
Four swords were nailed down, and Yan python was nailed down.
Taixu was stabbed in the head and heart by the famous sword blessed by Sword Mind, and died instantly.
"what!"
Taixu, who was the first to be attacked by the owl, was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. His soul turned into a black light, abandoned his body and fled in the air.
"Return."
Xu Xiaoshou raised his fingers together and pointed them upward.
The swords in the void intertwined, and there were four swords. When the Yan Python returned, it left behind all the ghost swords, Mo Jian, and knocked down the black light soul film piece by piece until the tragic sound was silent.
Tsk! Tsk!
The two swords returned and were held at the waist.
The evil spirit and the white flames spread out on the left and right, and the nameless sword dimmed itself, showing the sharp edge of the sheath, adding luster to the figure in black standing in the air.
Xu Xiaoshou then lowered his eyes and looked down.
The six-and-a-half saints sitting in the direction of the six-pointed star, carrying a turtle shell on a camel, a red rope wrapped around one waist, rolling talisman paper in one hand, flying flowers and picking leaves in one hand, wearing a heavy sword on the other, pursed his lips and said nothing.
By this time, everyone had stood up in shock, with expressions of surprise, emotion, sigh, or admiration on their faces... However, there was no sign of fear.
"What a sword! What a sword! A heavy sword with a sharp edge. How about this sword?"
"Are you Xu Xiaoshou, who is famous in the five realms today? You are perfect in sword, spirit, and body. You are the saint slave Master Shou who has sired thousands of children?"
"It's been a long time since we've heard that it's better to meet. Just now we were discussing why the incarnation of the semi-holy idea disappeared."
"My little friend doesn't seem to be a half-saint yet? This is incredible. How did that conscious body do it just now?"
"Have you ever been married?"
"..."
Xu Xiaoshou silently glanced at the six old men, looking at each Half-Saint so carefully for the first time.
His intuition told him that these were not Jiang Buyi and others who were full of suicidal thoughts.
But, so what?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his sword, and said indifferently:
"I only want to say one thing."
"Retreat now, regardless of cause and effect!"
Iron Turtle, Hongxian Lao, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, Chong Jian Feng, Yan Ling Ju, their eyes touched each other.
The old man with a hunchback and a turtle shell on his back waved his hand and said, "Have you ever heard of the Six-Pointed Saint of the Central Region?"
Without waiting for a response, he tied a red thread around his waist and asked Xu Xiaoshou if he was married. The old man who looked kind-hearted took the question and said with a smile:
"The six of us have no clan or clan, and have wandered around the world all our lives, only doing tiring and dirty work for the Holy Temple."
"Taixu has been killed before, and half-saints have been killed before. It is rare for him to ask us to kill Dao by asking for a holy order."
"Ai Cangsheng said that you are not simple, and you also sent a large amount of information to us, asking us to be careful."
"At that time, old man, we were thinking that there would never be a time in our lives when the six of us would go into battle together, and when this time came..."
He shrugged, wrapped the red thread around his fingers, tied some kind of knot, and said with a smile:
"It's either life or death. There seems to be no need to say more. What do you think, little friend?"
The six semi-holy killers raised by the Holy Temple?
Xu Xiaoshou's brows moved slightly, and he immediately knew that these six old men would never be able to persuade them to retreat or turn them around with words.
At this moment...
Red Thread Old Bian sighed. After tightening the knot in his hand, he pulled it back fiercely and stopped talking nonsense:
"Do it!"
Xu Xiaoshou clearly had no reminder of a sneak attack or any feeling of being targeted by murderous intent.
At that moment, I felt my waist tighten, and an illusory sharp red rope appeared.
The end of the rope was wrapped around his body, but the end of the thread was in Old Hongxian's hand. As the force tightened, it almost cut his body in half.
wrong!
What it binds and attacks is not the body, but the soul!
"Tsk-"
There was a cracking sound, and Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see a black line cracking on his waist, and his soul body was accompanied by severe pain, which made his face twitch.
"Break!"
The old red thread's fingertips hooked, but it was like pulling a giant bull, this time it was strangled to the death of the enemy's soul.
His heart sank and he quickly called for help:
"Do it, you guys!"
Buzz.
Xu Xiaoshou took action.
The sword path under his feet circled, and he only held the hidden pain in his hands, and his body was replaced by nothingness.
No swordsmanship, no sword style!
Luoyingjie, open!
"It's an illusory swordsmanship, be careful!" The old man with a Chinese character face, who was carrying a heavy sword on his back, shouted softly. He looked around, but saw red plums falling gracefully.
Xu Xiaoshou transformed reality into emptiness and placed it into nothingness.
The time and space jump of a sword was pointed out in the air, and when he was close to the red line, he ended the Falling World and returned from nothing.
"boom!"
In front of the Six Saints, a huge gate to hell suddenly opened.
A sword of Fengdu that covered the sky unreasonably broke through the door opened by Shanshan, and pointed directly at Mr. Hongxian who was the first to launch the attack.
In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed!
"Is this fucking phantom swordsmanship?"
Even the old gamblers on the red line didn’t dare to take a gamble. While retreating, they shouted to their teammates for support: “The iron turtle is on top!”
Boom!
The Sword of Fengdu only left an afterimage on the spot, breaking through time and space in an instant, directly smashing Old Hongxian's soul like a giant pestle.
"I'm here, be careful of Xu Xiaoshou, he knows all nine swordsmanships!" Iron Turtle was just rushing to help carrying his big turtle shell, when he saw the red thread dropped from the old man's hand.
His body was turning black every inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Dead, dead?"
The Iron Turtle looked horrified.
Just one face-to-face meeting, and the soul of old Hongxian was shattered?
He suddenly looked at Xu Xiaoshou who was wielding a sword not far away. He could not open or close his mouth, and his eyes were so trembling that he could not focus.
At this moment...
"Leave late!"
He had been lagging behind, his lips pursed as he said the spiritual curse, and his mouth opened.
His mouth was like a blessing. Once he finished speaking, time was delayed!
The sword of Fengdu retreats.
The red thread old soul body is put back together.
The gate of hell is closed forcefully, and the sword is circling and returning to the body.
"What is this..." Xu Xiaoshou has never seen such a weird ability, and this is an eye-opener.
The world of spirit refining is full of wonders.
Everyone who can become a saint has his or her own strengths, and this statement is true.
The cooperation of these six people has obviously been tempered many times, and they come to fight with their brains.
As time passed, the look of horror on Iron Turtle's face disappeared, as if he was just faking it.
On the other hand, he threw the big turtle shell in his hand into the air, and it swelled to the point that it could block the sun.
"Wu Tianzhao!"
With a booming sound, the turtle shell covered the person inside and transported him to another world.
At the same time, the Chinese-faced epee pulled out the giant sword behind him, his thick eyebrows raised, and his voice was like thunder.
"Xuan Zhen Ting Sword!"
As soon as the seal was struck, the Nine Heavens Yin Thunder rolled down and turned into a black-red thunder sword, which went straight into the turtle shell and pointed directly at Xu Xiaoshou.
"Soul-binding!"
Red Thread Lao picked up the red rope on the ground and swung it in the air, then tugged hard and bound Xu Xiaoshou's soul body through the air.
"God-killing curse!"
The talisman paper was always rolled up in his hand, and Fu Jiu, who was silent and silent, threw the talisman in the air, threatening to kill Xu Xiaoshou's will.
"Frostheart Leaf!"
With a stroke of the finger, thousands of flying leaves evolve in the turtle shell world, either happy or sad, angry or frightened, and they are slashing at people's desires.
"Certainly!"
Say another word of the mantra.
At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou, who was just about to react, felt that all the avenues around him were disconnected from him at the same time.
His body, soul, and will were all held in place, and he could only endure such a horrific attack.
"boom!"
Thunder penetrates the body, the soul is bound with a red rope, the curse kills the mind, and the flying leaves cut into the heart!
At the same time, four levels of attacks exploded, reaching the ultimate level in their respective ways. It would be difficult for any half-saint in the world to accept this hard-controlled attack - this is almost a certain death situation!
"Rumble..."
The turtle shell world was violently shaken.
The six-pointed saints of the Central Region have been separated from each other for a long time. I don’t know who in the world can withstand their attacks without dying.
They only heard about Xu Xiaoshou, who was a master of sword, spirit, and body. They didn't know his true strength, but theoretically...
Hongxian was silent for three breaths: "It's time for you to die."
The turtle shell moved.
The world inside is in crazy turmoil!
Suddenly, Iron Turtle's expression suddenly changed and he cursed:
"Not dead, retreat!"
Immediately, all six of them retreated.
Old Hongxian couldn't help but look back: "I have clearly cut off his soul and cut him into three pieces!"
Chong Jianfeng said: "The physical body has been destroyed and is completely charred and withered!"
Fu Jiu: "The will will sink and it will never return."
Ye Xiao: "If you think about the seven desires in your mind, they will all perish long ago."
Yanling Curse's face was as dark as ink, and he couldn't stand it and said: "Illusion Sword Technique, broken!"
Click——
The space around was like a mirror cracked.
Iron Turtle, Hongxian Lao, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, and Chong Jianfeng all changed their expressions: "What?"
Bang!
The space shattered.
Everything just now seems to be illusory.
At this moment, what everyone sees is a wall of flesh that penetrates the sky, and there is a faint... fingernail covering the ceiling of the wall of flesh?
Hongxianlao was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes with difficulty.
The holy thought swept away, and he saw the huge soles, ankles, and foot hair...
After scanning for a long time, I finally saw the knee from the calf.
At this time, above the sky, the Extreme Giant had passed through the clouds, leaned down, and looked at it with its huge eyes like the moon falling to the ground.
"What?!"
In an instant, the hairs on his hair stood on end, his red-lined pupils trembled, and he shouted hoarsely: "What is this!"
After asking himself, information about Xu Xiaoshou flashed through his mind - the super giant who tore apart the Holy Emperor with his own hands!
"Iron-tortoise-"
Almost everyone was retreating and shouting. Only the Iron Turtle was forced to brave the wind and go upstream.
Even in the face of headwinds, you can make a comeback!
Look at me!
The Iron Turtle picked up the huge turtle shell and knocked it hard on the toenails of the Extreme Giant...
"Snapped."
The world has stopped.
Iron turtle?
little turtle!
The ultimate giant poked it with one finger, and like a pillar of heaven coming down, the iron turtle hurriedly covered his head with the turtle shell.
"Dragon Cover..."
Ten-segment sword pointing·Tao!
"boom--"
It penetrated through the distance, shattering all the voices of stubborn resistance at the moment.
The deep pit was broken out on the spot.
Hong Xianlao, who was closest to him, felt that his face was being torn apart by sword thoughts, and when his body was swept away by the strong wind, his eyes twisted and collapsed uncontrollably.
But at the last moment, he clearly saw the ground beneath the Iron Turtle being shattered first, then the turtle shell exploded, and the Iron Turtle's holy body shattered...
The blood mist failed to explode.
The half-saint has become a piece of cake!
His lips were crooked, his voice was trembling wildly, and the world seemed to be delayed. Red Line Lao screamed out this slowly and heartbreakingly:
"Foot bag~~~~"
run!
Can only run!
There is no way to fight!
How did such a terrifying giant come about?
Who among the half-saints has such a foundation of holy power and can support the existence of such a behemoth!
Just in this world itself, it would consume the holy power reserves of thousands or tens of thousands of semi-saints, right?
Yes, ordinary half-saints cannot imagine at the first moment that there is an energy higher than holy power, which can be used to support the movement of extreme giants, called "the power of the ancestors".
"Blood Escape!"
Red Line Laoyi spurts blood, spreads his legs and runs wildly in the storm, and runs again, and runs again, and then escapes into the road and runs.
After running for a long time, he found that he had run from the side of the giant's right foot to the foot of his raised left foot.
At this moment, I raised my eyes and looked at the red thread that darkness had invaded the entire scene in my field of vision. I couldn't help but fiercely threw a bundle of red thread upwards.
The soles of the giant's feet were cut with black marks that were ten thousand times lighter than the hair on the feet.
"a ha ha ha."
Hongxian Lao laughed three times and lowered his hands helplessly, giving up all resistance.
"boom!"
One kick.
The earth shattered.
…
"Epee, turn back and fight!"
Ye Ling curse shouted loudly, and the old man running in front of him with a Chinese character and a sword on his back immediately turned around, raised his sword and roared ferociously, and slashed at the giant:
"I'm going to bully you, uncle, and you'll die badly!!!"
boom!
The giant raised his calf and kicked the heavy sword into pieces.
The heavy sword's edge turned into a giant thunder sword, which stabbed into the sky from afar and pointed directly at the giant's eyeball.
"Zhaohuang Tribulation Sword, die!"
Boom!
The thunder passed through, and the speed of the sword broke through time and space, giving it a sense of time and space jump.
This sword clearly exceeds the strength of a half-saint, but I don’t know where to practice it... It doesn’t matter anymore.
"Spiritual moment!"
The extreme giant's body shook, and then his reaction speed seemed to be accelerated ten thousand times.
It swung its hand wildly, and because it moved too fast, it passed the thunder sword. It quickly pulled it back and copied it again, and then it grasped the thunder sword that had slowed down countless times.
The huge lightning sword was pinched into the palm of the hand, and it was thrown into the distance!
"Boom——"
The holy calamity is not as terrifying as this thunder sword that is now covered with sword thoughts and the huge power of the ultimate giant!
The nine people who were targeted by Fu were all numb, and they threw the formation symbols wildly behind them without looking back:
"The robbery talisman!"
"Soul-killing Talisman!"
"God-conferring Talisman!"
"Mie Cai..."
Snapped.
The phantom sword technique is lifted.
The giant kicked Fu Jiu into pieces.
On the other side, Ye Xiao, who was still complacent about not being targeted in the first place, pinched the flying flowers and was killed by the sword of lightning before he could take action.
——The ultimate giant who can play ancient swordsmanship!
…
In the blink of an eye, there was only one ray left of the six-rayed saint in the central realm.
Yan Lingshu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his body felt as if he had fallen into a cold cellar, extremely cold.
He pressed the endless power into his throat, turned his head, and looked at the Ultra Titan who stopped all movements behind him.
He tried his best, mustered up all his courage, pointed forward, took a deep breath and exhaled:
"Giant, retreat!"
boom!
The Extreme Titan was so stunned by his words that he was forced to take a small step back.
Yan Lingshu's face suddenly looked overjoyed. He didn't care that his hair was half gray and his body was getting older. He opened his mouth, pointed and stamped his feet before drinking:
"Giant, retreat! retreat! retreat!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Extreme giant, take three steps back.
I am ecstatic when I say the magic spell. I need to gather my strength again and follow the instructions.
"puff!"
Before the words could be spoken, he suddenly spurted out blood and stumbled to the ground.
Earlier, he was not only strong and tall, but also slender and well-proportioned. When he was taciturn, he had a somewhat aloof air. He really had the air of a semi-saint.
But at this moment, he was so thin that he seemed to be in his twilight years. He even lost several of his teeth. He was trembling unspeakably, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Well!"
"Uh-huh!"
He tried desperately to speak, but no words came out.
brush!
The extreme giant disappeared, Xu Xiaoshou returned from stepping on the sword, and fell in front of the desolate old man.
Is this the end?
After being in a daze for three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou thought of Yue Gongli, the Diying Sacred Plant, Shen Yi, and finally himself.