If you ask who has the most combat experience in the entire Piaohua Palace, Ye Qinglian will definitely be on the list.
During the years when she was brutally disfigured, her temperament changed drastically and she became cruel and ruthless. With her delicate hands, she lost countless lives and could almost be called the "devil".
Now, not only has she been promoted to the rank of Spirit Master, but she has also successfully comprehended the Great Dao. Her strength is so strong that she can definitely be among the top in the world.
However, such a Taoist spiritual master with rich combat experience could not even see Tianshu's movements clearly.
It wasn't until the sword energy rushed in front of her that Ye Qinglian reacted. When she tried to dodge, it was too late. A strange aura emanated from her body. It was soft and sticky, like thousands of spider threads, wrapped around the sword released by Tianshu.
The sword energy is like a beautiful girl in her prime of life, full of charm, using all her strength against a rough man, vowing to turn hundreds of steel into softness around her fingers.
"Huh?"
Feeling that his sword energy was sluggish, Tianshu made a soft sound from his mouth and his right arm trembled slightly.
The already sluggish sword energy suddenly surged with determination, and it was as powerful as breaking a bamboo. It instantly cut off thousands of colorless and invisible threads, and then moved forward without hesitation, destroying flowers with a razor-sharp hand, and slashed at Ye Qinglian.
Seeing that Tianshu's hand, which was about to strike with the sword, was very close to Ye Qinglian, the sword energy seemed to have hit something and suddenly exploded. After all, it failed to hit the beauty in green clothes.
The next moment, Zhong Wen's white figure appeared between Tianshu and Ye Qinglian. A mysterious aura spread out from his body, and he silently covered Tianshu. He punched hard with his right hand, hitting the opponent's front door with a strong wind.
Wherever it passed, a "pop" sound erupted, and even the space was faintly torn apart.
However, Tianshu's reaction was also very fast. He missed a single blow and immediately ran away. His figure was like the wind and disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already three feet away, making Zhong Wen's fist and
All the momentum fell into the void.
"You are so young, but your methods are so unpredictable. You can actually break my sword skills. It's amazing."
His right hand holding the black sword hung down by his side, and there was a rare hint of excitement in his voice, "I haven't met an opponent who can fight for a long time. It would be a pity to kill you."
Compared to his surprise and admiration, Tianxuan, who was leaning on the mountain wall to watch the battle, knew very well what happened in just a short moment.
It turned out that Zhong Wen's style protected Jiang Yu's poems, but he commanded the white "ghost" to stand in front of Ye Qinglian, and he actually solved Tianshu's "attacking in the east and attacking in the west" with one person's power.
He was about to speak out to remind Tianshu, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again for some reason and did not speak for a long time.
Why can he ignore the spirit pattern defense on my body, but can't bypass me and directly attack Sister Qinglian and Sha Niu?
Zhong Wen's thoughts whirled rapidly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped something vaguely.
"What are the rules for dealing with such evil people?" Ye Qinglian suddenly said, "There is no need to fight alone!"
Before she finished speaking, she waved her arms together, raised her bare hands lightly, and streaks of colorful spiritual threads shot out from her fingertips like bamboo shoots, twisting and turning, overwhelming the sky, and hitting Tianxuan from all directions.
After comprehending the method of "love coffin", every spiritual thread that Ye Qinglian created not only contained a frightening cold air, but also an indescribable and wonderful aura. Before it touched the body, Tianshu faintly gave birth to a...
Eyelids fighting and feeling drowsy.
"Not bad." He praised faintly, and then his body flashed and disappeared instantly. The speed was so fast that it can almost be described as "ghost".
In comparison, Ye Qinglian's nimble and fast "Spirit Transformation Thread" was like a snail crawling, completely unable to catch up with his movements.
What the hell kind of speed is this!
Just when Ye Qinglian was stunned, Tianshu's figure had already appeared behind her, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight into Huanglong, running towards her back.
Just as he was about to succeed, a white shadow suddenly flashed before Tianshu's eyes, and Zhong Wen's slender figure appeared again.
This time, he seemed to have predicted Tianshu's movements in advance. The Thousand Killing Sword in his hand thrust forward fiercely. The sword body shone with cold light, and the tip of the sword turned into a white light, like a rainbow penetrating the sun and a dragon swimming in the sky.
Hesitantly faced the black sword in Tianshu's hand.
Flying fairy from heaven!
Among all the spiritual skills extracted from the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", "Tianwai Feixian" has the fastest speed and the most concentrated spiritual power. Facing Tianshu, who has unparalleled speed and movement, Zhong Wen chose it without hesitation.
This star spirit level swordsmanship.
"Ding!"
The tops of the two long swords collided with each other without any difference, and with a crisp sound of gold and iron hitting each other, Tianshu's body felt as if he had been hit hard, and his whole body was like a kite with its string broken, flying quickly into the air.
"What a sword!"
Tianshu turned over like a kite in mid-air, adjusted his posture easily, and praised sincerely, "He is not inferior to my 'Hei Jue'!"
Listening to his tone, the long black sword "Hei Jue" in his hand seemed to be some kind of magical weapon.
Little did he know that the surprise in Zhong Wen's heart was even greater than his.
It should be noted that the Thousand Killing Sword was made with all his heart and soul, using rare minerals such as earth dragon dung and dragon rock iron as materials, and was honed by eight thunderbolts.
Both the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword are far from comparable.
Today, with the lack of ancient inheritance and the sluggish cultivation world, Zhong Wen believes from the bottom of his heart that there is no weapon in the world that can be as short or long as it.
However, when the two swords clashed just now, facing the mysterious black sword in Tianshu's hand, Thousand Killing Sword could not take much advantage.
The cultivation level of the Taoist Spirit Master, the precious and rare divine weapons, the indestructible sword energy, the unparalleled speed, and the weird and unpredictable avenue.
Everything shown by Tianshu, the man in black, brought unprecedented pressure to Zhong Wen, causing him to be in a state of tension all the time, fearful for the safety of himself and the three women around him.
This person must not be left here!
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, he pointed his toes to the ground, and his body rose into the air, chasing Tianshu directly. An unparalleled and majestic aura that surpassed the world emanated from the surface of the Thousand Killing Sword, and the terrifying sword intention command
The sky and the earth have lost their color, and the sun and the moon have lost their light.
Facing such a ferocious attack, a look of surprise flashed in Tianshu's eyes, and he did not dare to take a direct hit, but just moved around in the air.
One of the two chased and the other fled. Not long ago, Tianshu, who was so aggressive and arrogant, was suppressed by Zhong Wen and was unable to fight back.
Has his strength reached this point?
Looking at the majestic Zhong Wen in the sky, who was like a sword god, Ye Qinglian's heart was full of mixed feelings and thoughts.
Ever since she understood the Great Dao, she thought that even though her strength was not as good as Zhong Wen's, it wasn't too far behind.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that instead of narrowing, the gap between the two people was getting wider and wider. They were completely different from each other. This made her always arrogant and arrogant.
Ye Qinglian looked a little depressed and lost.
Jiang Yushi and Gan Muyun's cultivation was much weaker than hers, so they had no intention of competing with Zhong Wen. They just stared nervously at the battle situation in the air, unblinking, unable to hide the concern in their eyes.
After chasing and escaping for a moment, Tianshu suddenly flashed and appeared ten feet away, saying lightly: "Do you really think I can't kill you?"
Before he finished speaking, his right arm trembled slightly and quickly returned to its position. It seemed that he had waved the long sword, but it was too fast to be seen clearly, and it seemed as if he had not moved at all.
"laugh!"
The wounds on Zhong Wen's chest and lower abdomen opened at the same time, and two blood arrows flew up and down, shooting straight into the distance. The severe pain made him stagger and fall directly from the air.
This time, he could clearly feel that his chest and lower abdomen were stabbed back and forth. The severity of the injuries was completely different from the previous two times.
Even though he suffered such heavy injuries, he still failed to see clearly how Tianshu penetrated the gleaming golden defensive spiritual patterns from such a long distance and directly attacked his own body.
"boom!"
Zhong Wen's body hit the ground hard, causing mud and rocks to fly everywhere, and dust and smoke filling the air. After a slight twist, he lay straight on the ground, motionless, and made no sound anymore.
"Zhong Wen!" "Little thief!"
Seeing Zhong Wen's inexplicable defeat and landing, Ye Qinglian, Jiang Yushi and others were all shocked and screamed in unison.
"You three, do you know where the 'Xuantian Mirror' is?"
The three women were about to step forward to check on Zhong Wen, but they heard Tianshu's cold voice above them, "If anyone can provide clues about the mirror, I can consider letting her live."
"Really?" Ye Qinglian raised her head slightly, a stern look flashed in her eyes, and her voice was extremely cold, "It's a pity that you want to let me go, but I won't let you go!"
Before she finished speaking, she waved her arms again, and countless colorful spiritual threads spurted out from her fingertips. They were densely packed, overwhelming, and shot towards the direction of Tianshu.
Jiang Yushi didn't say anything, but without hesitation, he took off the spear from his back and pointed it at Tianshu from a distance.
A dazzling white spiritual light shot out from the tip of the spear and struck the black-clothed swordsman in the face without mercy.
As the commander-in-chief of the empire and a prodigy in the field of military warfare, she knew how to deal with the enemy. She would do nothing if she didn't take action. Once she did, she would be unexpected and unprepared, with tricky angles and swift momentum, making it difficult to guard against.
Gan Muyun's eyes widened, his lips clenched, he raised his arms and waved forward vigorously. A pair of colorful rings flew out of his hands, drawing two beautiful arcs in the air, attacking Tianshu's legs from the left and right.
Even though her cultivation level was only Tianlun, which was far inferior to everyone present, she still used the weapons in her hands to express her anger and determination.
"it's useless."
Tianshu swayed slightly and quickly disappeared from the spot. He effortlessly dodged the spiritual threads, white light and rings shot by the three women. Then he appeared in front of Jiang Yushi like a ghost. He raised his sword and pointed it at this person.
A female general in white chops her head off.
Sorry, little thief, I tried my best!
Looking at the oncoming black sword, Jiang Yushi felt a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration.
Tianshu's speed was so fast that it was contrary to common sense. She had no time to react. She had no choice but to sit back and wait for death.
Before she died, Jiang Yushi's beautiful eyes glanced at Zhong Wen lying on the ground intentionally or unintentionally. Thinking that the two of them were going to hell together on the same day, there was not much sadness and fear in her heart, but a trace of tenderness.
A little sweetness.
However, as her eyes swept across the ground, she did not find Zhong Wen's figure.
Where is the little thief?
Just as this thought came to her mind, there was a crisp "ding" sound in her ears. She quickly turned her head to look, only to see Zhong Wen, who was supposed to be lying on the ground, appeared in front of her at some point, holding a blue-gray ball in his hand.
The long sword was raised high, and at the critical moment, it blocked Tianshu's seemingly powerful sword.
"You're not dead?"
Seeing that Zhong Wen, whose body had been pierced, appeared in front of him alive and well again, even though Tianshu was arrogant and indifferent, he still couldn't help but scream.
His eyes fell on Zhong Wen's chest and lower abdomen. He was shocked to find that the two wounds that had been completely penetrated had actually recovered to some extent. If the blood stains on his clothes were not too eye-catching, at first glance, they almost looked like
The wound could not be found.
Could it be that he, like Kaiyang, has an "immortal body"?
Just when Tianshu was suspicious, Zhong Wen suddenly grinned and said slowly: "Your abnormal speed should be a special physique. If I guess correctly, it is probably the 'blast body'."
Tianshu's eyelids trembled slightly, then he said calmly: "Oh, really?"
"As for why you were able to bypass the defensive spirit pattern and directly attack my wound, it may have something to do with your Dao." Zhong Wen continued, "According to my inference, as long as you hit the enemy once, he will be at the wound."
After marking, you can then ignore the defense and attack directly to the marked location. This method is quite disgusting."
"Go on." Tianshu's heart was shaken, but his eyes showed no trace, and he just said lightly.
"If it's just that, it's not enough to make you so powerful." Zhong Wen was not polite and continued to talk, "What is truly terrifying is the sword energy that can break through my physical defense."
"Your physical body is indeed outstanding." Tianshu praised it without saltiness, "but it is not indestructible."
"I'm not bragging, among the saints, you are probably the only one who can hurt my body." Zhong Wen chuckled, "The artistic conception contained in the sword energy probably does not come from spiritual skills."
"Oh? Where did that come from?" Tianshu's eyes became slightly more solemn, but his tone remained indifferent.
"It's probably some kind of talent for swordsmanship." Zhong Wen sighed and said with envy, "I know a girl who has a 'natural sword heart'. Her understanding of swordsmanship is outstanding and unmatched. Any swordsmanship can come into her hands.
, can exert a power far beyond the spiritual skill itself."
Hearing the words "talent in swordsmanship" pop out of Zhong Wen's mouth, Tianshu's eyes shot out a sharp light.
"Your kendo talent is not inferior to the 'Innate Sword Heart', but it is different." Zhong Wen ignored him and kept talking, "From ancient times to the present, the only kendo talent that can rival the 'Innate Sword Heart' is
One is the 'Innate Sword Soul'."
Tianshu's face hidden behind the white mask changed color instantly, his eyes flashed fiercely, and without any hesitation, he fiercely raised the sword in his hand...?