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Chapter 540 Rescue

 Liang Yan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly changed his sword skills. The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword spun rapidly in the air, and strong winds surged in the underground palace.

In an instant, the thunder and lightning sword intent was overwhelming, like a surging wind and clouds, and it was continuous. Everyone in the martial arts fight felt enveloped by this sword intent. Even if they went to heaven or earth, they would never be able to escape from this sword.

This style is exactly the seventh sword style of Fei Lei Shen Jian Jue: "Feng Yun Lei Sword Style"!

Both Taoism and Confucianism have hexagrams: the position of heaven and earth, the ventilation of mountains and rivers, the thinness of wind and thunder, and the incompatibility of water and fire. This is the innate Yi principle that has been demonstrated by both Taoism and Confucianism.

If the wind is strong, the thunder will be fast, and if the thunder is strong, the wind will be fast. The two will enhance each other's power, which means that the wind and thunder are weak.

With this move, Liang Yan took advantage of the wind and thunder to activate his sword intent to the extreme. As soon as Yiman Yun's flying sword reached Ye Qing, it was deflected by the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword whizzing from behind.

The two flying swords separated in mid-air as soon as they touched. The orange flying sword flew back upside down, circled in front of Yiman Yun, and chopped down hundreds of green wood thorns shot by Yu Ruxin.

When Liang Yan saw her withdrawing her sword and returning to defense, he would not miss this opportunity. He used the "Feng Yun Thunder Sword Style" to attack Yi Man Yun one after another.

Na Yiman Yun's sanity had been eroded by evil spells. When wielding the sword, she relied solely on instinct, not to mention any fighting strategies. But at this moment, one against three, she still managed to survive, which made Liang Yan somewhat admired.

He secretly praised in his heart: "The changes of this 'Nine Songs Sword Technique' are exquisite, and the sword moves contain the principles of musical rhythm. Compared with the 'Flying Thunder God Sword Technique' that our Yungang Sect regards as one of the three untold secrets, it seems to be better."

It’s more than enough!”

In fact, he didn't want to think that although he was also a sword cultivator, he was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Being able to fight a sword cultivator in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm for hundreds of moves without completely losing was already something to be proud of.

What's more, this Yiman Yun is a talented person in sword cultivation. She is trained by Lin Shanjun, who is known as the first female swordsman in Nanchui. She has countless achievements in killing enemies through leaps and bounds in the past!

However, no matter how strong Yiman Yun is, he has his limit after all. Although he can suppress Liang Yan during the sword fight, he can no longer worry about Ye Qing in the distance.

And Ye Qing's "Nine Questions About Chaoyuan" became more and more intense as she played, and every sound of "Ask My Heart" directly pointed to Yiman Yun's true heart.

Gradually, Yiman Yun's expression began to alternate between angry and happy, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, while the orange flying sword in mid-air slashed slower and slower, and the moves no longer had the same smooth and smooth feeling as before.

If the mind is confused, the sword will be slow!

Liang Yan saw the opportunity, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword turned into a lightning filament and struck Yiman Yun's head in an instant.

At this moment, Ye Qing's song ended, and Yiman Yun's originally evil eyes showed a hint of struggle.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, keep someone under the sword!"

Seeing that Liang Yan's flying sword had arrived in front of Yi Manyun, Ye Qing couldn't help shouting: "Senior sister, she is being controlled by someone!"

Liang Yan didn't seem to hear anything, but he still slashed with his sword, but instead of slashing at Yiman Yun's neck, he cut off a string of pendants on her chest.

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, Yimanyun, whose eyes were originally struggling, gradually showed a trace of clarity.

boom!

The orange flying sword suddenly lost control and fell from mid-air. Yiman Yun also fell to the ground, breathing heavily at the same time.

A figure flew over, passed Liang Yan, and rushed straight to Yiman Yun's side.

"Senior sister, do you recognize me?" Ye Qing hugged the pale Yiman Yun and asked with a worried look on her face.

"It turns out to be Xiaoye."

Yiman Yun leaned in Ye Qing's arms. Although her face was as pale as paper, she still said in a lazy tone: "Look at how anxious you are, who I forgot, and I can't forget you Xiaoye!"

Liang Yan looked at the two women hugging each other tightly and chose to ignore them. He did not put away the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword, but turned his head and looked at the top of the Blood Demon Platform.

At this moment, the fight between the people in Jingshan Mountain and the middle-aged Taoist has reached a fever pitch.

There are only four bloody skeletons left in Jingshan Mountain, and the middle-aged Taoist is surrounded by a layer of strange blood mist. Although he is surrounded by green light, he is gradually being corroded by the blood mist.

The people in Jingshan naturally saw Liang Yan and others rescuing Yiman Yun.

This Yiman Yun was not his property, but was captured by others from the Nine Nether Alliance, controlled his soul using secret techniques, and then sent to assist him.

It was equivalent to a weapon lent to him, but at this moment, Liang Yan and others broke the spell and rescued the person!

It is impossible to say that the people in Jingshan Mountain are not angry, but at this moment, the powerful enemy is facing the enemy, and the middle-aged Taoist alone is already overwhelmed, so there is no room left to take care of these other people.

The middle-aged Taoist was very excited when he saw Liang Yan's success and shouted loudly: "This little friend really has magical powers. Hurry up and attack the Jingshan old demon with me, don't let him get away!"

Liang Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked the people in Jingshan: "What did you do to my good friend Dumb?"

The man from Jingshan Mountain was also stunned, and then he laughed and said: "There are not ten thousand, but eight thousand mortals who died in this formation. How do I know who the dumb guy you are looking for is?"

"In that case." Liang Yan shouted coldly: "Don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

He made a secret with one hand and used the "Wind and Cloud Thunder Sword Style" again. The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword came in force and slashed at Jingshan on the Blood Demon Platform.

The Jingshan man's magical powers were all being used in the fight with the middle-aged Taoist. He saw the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword slashing at him in mid-air, but he didn't show any signs of panic.

His face turned grim, and he suddenly reached out and slapped a rune on the Blood Demon Platform. His spiritual energy rushed in crazily, and a huge blood-red human face appeared out of thin air and enveloped the entire stone platform.

Liang Yan flew his sword in, but was bitten by the bloody human face, unable to penetrate even a hair!

A look of madness appeared on the face of the man from Jingshan Mountain. He made a secret with one hand and kept punching the secrets into the runes on the Blood Demon Table. But when he heard a scream coming from behind, Liang Yan hurriedly turned his head to look.

Wang Jing, one of the remaining seven guardian envoys, was seen floating up involuntarily, his face was blood red, and he seemed to be enduring some great pain.

Wang Jing wailed in the air for a while, then reacted immediately, danced and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"Haha, it's no big deal, I just want to lend you your essence and blood!" the man from Jingshan said gloomily.

"No, I have always been loyal and loyal."

Before Wang Jing could finish his words, it exploded in mid-air, and his whole body turned into a pool of blood, which was then sucked into the mouth by the face on the blood demon platform!


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