Chapter 1997: Fighting, the terror of Taoist Xueyun
Immediately afterwards, the one-armed man activated the sword technique in his hand.
Accompanied by a crisp sword whistle that resounded throughout the countryside, a flying sword shaped like a flying eagle, about seven inches long, exquisite in shape, and exuding rich spirituality appeared through the air and appeared in front of him.
The flying sword trembles erratically with the sword movements, and as the brilliance circulates, there seems to be an unruly eagle, fluttering its wings, trying to fly high.
And following the eagle's movement, suddenly, a powerful and domineering aura emanated from the sword.
The real energy all around the one-armed man lost control and escaped to the quicksand below, but it stopped in an instant.
Immediately, this part of the true energy rose instead of falling. It broke free from the shackles of the devouring power and was absorbed into the flying sword following the sword technique.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, there was a buzzing sound from heaven and earth, and a sword light of a hundred feet appeared in the sky and earth.
The sword light appeared, and the domineering aura from all directions also reached a new level.
Under the urging of the one-armed man's sword technique, the flying sword pierced the air with sword light and slashed out.
As soon as the sword was released, Donghai Sword Master Liu Hua, who was sitting on the sand pile dozens of miles away, had been concentrating with his eyes closed and paying no attention to everything around him, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The eyes were like sword gleams, and they locked onto the hundred-foot-long sword light reflected in the distant sky with a snap.
"Huh? What a domineering and arrogant swordsman! Are you someone who is both in the out-of-body stage and can concentrate on the sword?"
"If this person is immortal, he might be the one who can certify the sword for me!"
"This trip is indeed worthwhile!"
Whispering in his mouth, Liu Hua did not make any unnecessary movements, he just squinted his eyes and silently stared at the sword light in the distance.
And between Liu Hua and the one-armed man.
At this time, Su Twelve was running in a hurry with Lin Hezhou.
"It's such a powerful sword move. Just the aftermath of the sword's intention can already make people feel uneasy and make them timid before fighting. Is this...the method and ability of Xuanyuan Sword Sect's sword cultivator?"
"The reputation of Xuanyuan Sword Sect as the pinnacle of swordsmanship is truly well-deserved!"
Feeling the spread of sword intent, Lin Hezhou paused slightly and couldn't help but sigh.
Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Su Twelve didn't react at all.
He just stared, looking straight ahead.
The moment he saw a few figures in the distance, memories that had almost been forgotten suddenly came to mind.
Although hundreds of years passed, he still recognized the identity of the two familiar figures in the distance at a glance.
It was none other than Han Yu, a fellow student of the same peak in the Yunge Sect when he first entered the world of immortality. His real person, Han Yu, who used the pseudonym now, and his senior sister Xiao Yue, who had helped him a lot back then.
The road to immortality is vast, and there has been no whereabouts of the two of them for hundreds of years.
In Su Twelve's mind, the two of them might have died long ago, or they might have died due to some accident.
But I never expected that I would see him here again after hundreds of years.
Looking at what they were wearing, it was obvious that they had not only advanced in cultivation, but had also become members of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
At this moment, Su Twelve's inner emotions were like an overturned mixing station, with mixed flavors and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.
At this moment, all he saw was his old friend.
Apart from anything else, if his old friend was in trouble, he would naturally not be able to sit idly by and ignore it.
He doesn't have much real energy left, so seeing a few people working together in the distance can be regarded as a tacit understanding. Han Yu's cultivation is even more impressive, but the current situation is extremely critical.
Taking advantage of this gap, I only relied on my physical strength to run forward.
While running, he also tried his best to speed up the absorption of the recovery elixir in his body.
When facing the enemy in battle, the more true energy you have, the more strength you will have
Quantity and odds of success.
As for Lin Hezhou's emotional voice, naturally he couldn't hear it.
Huh? Looking at the seniors like this, they seem to be very nervous about these people from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?
Could it be said that these people also have friendships with their seniors?
Hiss... Senior is a senior after all, and the number of friends he has made is really amazing. However, senior is a righteous person, so it is no wonder that he can make friends all over the world.
Seeing that Su Twelve did not respond, Lin Hezhou sighed repeatedly in his heart.
The thought flashed through his mind, he took another step and continued to rush forward with Su Twelve.
At the same time, Taoist Xueyun, who was pressing forward every step of the way as his sword slashed down, suddenly stopped.
"Huh? You little guy is quite courageous. How dare you activate your true energy in such a big way and perform such amazing magic and sword moves in such a special place?"
"But, do you really think that this will make me afraid of you?"
Taoist Xueyun stood still, his cold eyes falling on Han Yu, the murderous intent in his eyes not diminishing at all.
As he spoke, the demonic energy in his body stirred slightly, and against the devouring power brought by the quicksand, he began to chant the incantation quickly.
The amount of demonic energy in his body wasn't too much, but he acted as he pleased.
With a 'whoosh' sound, a black flag suddenly appeared through the air.
The flag moved automatically in the absence of wind. On the flag, a white skull pattern seemed to come alive, emitting a torrent of evil light.
The evil light spread, and in an instant, the monstrous evil energy that enveloped the quicksand area for dozens of miles gathered in front of the flag at an alarming speed as if summoned.
In the blink of an eye, a huge white skull filled with evil spirits appeared in the sky and earth.
The skull opened its mouth and sucked in, and an astonishing suction force appeared. On the ground, the yellow sand all over the ground trembled and suspended in the air. Affected by the suction force, it was absorbed into the skull's mouth.
Immediately after,
The skull looked at the incoming sword light and spat out.
The yellow sand all over the sky spewed out like water waves, instantly engulfing the sword light of a hundred feet.
Wrapped in the yellow sand, the sound of clashing gold and silver can be heard endlessly, and the two sides' offensives are fiercely fighting.
The violently vibrating energy continued to spread, and before it could dissipate between heaven and earth, it was swallowed up by the quicksand and absorbed into the quicksand.
There was only half a cup of tea before and after, and the fierce collision sound suddenly disappeared.
The yellow sand in the sky dissipated, and the evil spirits gathered around the skull again.
But the hundred-foot-long sword light was swallowed up by the yellow sand in the sky, and the majestic sword force disappeared invisible.
The flying sword, which was as powerful as an eagle, turned into a stream of light and flew back to Han Yu.
At this time, the flying sword's body was mottled and rusty, and the flow of brilliance was also vaguely uneven.
Under the invasion of evil spirits, the body of the flying sword was also stained to a certain extent.
"This... what kind of magic weapon is this? Not only can it break Senior Brother Han's sword moves, but the evil energy can also deface the flying sword itself?"
Fu Yan stood aside and couldn't help but exclaim. Watching the two of them fighting, she didn't even have the courage to make a move.
Hearing Fu Yan's voice, Baili Lingquan, who was trying his best to keep Xiao Yue alive, could not help but shrink his pupils and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
At this moment, the idea of running away became more and more determined.
There was still no expression on his face, "Senior Brother Han, how are you doing? This person's magic weapon is weird. You must not fight with him head-on. If you want to hold him back, you can only try to force him to use his own skills. This is where the weirdness comes from."
The devouring power left him unable to take care of himself."
First he asked about Han Yu's condition, and then he issued reminders one after another.
As a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he has cultivated to the level of out-of-body cultivation, so his knowledge is naturally quite good.
In an instant, he already understood the situation in front of him.