Nian Nujiao's face darkened, and she decisively drew her sword. The sword energy around her body spread throughout the sky like a goddess scattering flowers.
The corners of Gu Xuanbei's mouth turned up, as if he was deliberately irritating Nian Nujiao. He grabbed Chen Mo Mo's collar with one hand, and the two of them escaped into the mirror, flowers and water.
Nian Nujiao raised her sword and swung it. The night was bright like a sudden. The sword energy penetrated the mirror, flowers, water and moon, and finally fell into the wave of ferocious beasts. It was like cutting grass, cut in two. One after another, the ferocious beasts fell to the ground and were killed.
The ferocious beasts coming from behind were trampled into a pulp.
"What the hell is Nian Nujiao doing!" He Yuan shouted coldly, fluttering his wings behind his back, and jumped into the air, just in time to meet Nian Nujiao's cold gaze.
Nian Nujiao raised her sword again, and this time, the light of the sword fell around Mutian City through the mirror, flowers and water.
Wherever the sword energy reaches, blood mist fills the air.
He Yuan looked at where Nian Nujiao dropped his sword and couldn't help but cursed "crazy bitch" in his heart.
"A strange magical power." Nian Nujiao stared at the water mirror in front of her, she broke her sleeves into small cloth strips and pulled them off, using the raging sword light to break through the mirror flowers and water moon, and penetrated into the mirror space.
In the mirror, the world is upside down, the wind and clouds are changing, and sword energy is everywhere.
Nian Nujiao's pupils shrank unnaturally to the size of a needle tip, looking extremely terrifying. She pulled her right hand, and the long sword in her hand transformed into a long whip. She swung it hard, and the sword energy cut the silent mirror on the water around her into water droplets.
At this time, Chen Mo suddenly fell from the sky, his sword energy carrying a meteor, and it crashed down.
Nian Nujiao pointed her left hand together, shook the long sword in her right hand, and a thin and narrow sword light struck at the stars that Chen Mok was carrying.
The sword energy passed through the stars silently, without any sense of substance.
Chen Mo seized the opportunity and pierced Nian Nujiao's heart with his awe-inspiring righteousness.
True and false, false and true.
Nian Nujiao actually took the sword, grabbed Chen Mo's sword-holding hand with her left hand, and punched Chen Mo in the face with her right fist.
This punch touched the essence. The Chen Mo Mo in front of him was his real body.
Nian Nujiao opened her mouth, revealing sharp teeth like shark teeth.
She cast her eyes into the distance. Under the laurel tree on the moon disk, Gu Xuanbei squeezed his hands and threw a flying feather at extremely fast speed.
Nian Nujiao stretched out her hand and slammed Chen Mok to the ground, muttering the sword secret in her mouth.
The freely changing flying sword turned into a round fan. With one blow, a storm of sword energy was generated out of thin air, blocking the flying feather.
Chen Mokou's eyes were a little more surprised, obviously he didn't expect that after he pierced Nian Nujiao's life gate, Nian Nujiao could still move freely like a normal person.
Although the body of a monk in the fifth realm repairs very quickly, the vitality gate and other places are where the lifeblood lies. It is not fatal but can also cause the opponent's spiritual energy to stagnate for a while.
The woman in front of him was stabbed through the chest by him. Not only did he hit her with his fists, he also used a lot of spiritual energy to drive the flying sword to intercept the spells released by Gu Xuanbei.
Chen Momo wiped the corners of his mouth and disappeared into the mirror in a flash.
Gu Xuanbei held a dagger and slashed with the sword. The bright moonlight illuminated the entire world in the mirror.
"Dream Swordsmanship!"
Nian Nujiao frowned slightly and suddenly looked back, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
Sunny day, white clouds, green grass.
Youth, beauty.
Nian Nujiao was in a trance and fell into a light sleep. Before she could take a breath, she suddenly raised her sword and wiped her neck, waking up from her dream.
A thought is a dream, and thoughts day and night are thousands of dreams.
For her, the dream composed of thoughts day and night was too beautiful, so she could wipe her neck off so decisively and wake herself up from the dream.
Gu Xuanbei raised his eyebrows, patted Chen Mok's shoulder and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you are worthy of being the eighth on the throne, much better than the previous tenth on the throne."
"So what?" Chen Momo's fighting spirit increased instead of retreating, "It's only two seats higher than Huagui."
Gu Xuanbei smiled and nodded.
Indeed, it is only two seats higher than Huagui.
The three of them fought.
The mirror is full of flowers and moon, the broken mirror is reunited, the round mirror is broken again, I don’t know how many times it has been broken.
In the attic in the sky, Kong Gu couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he looked at the two people escaping from the mirror.
"Where did these two people come from? They actually have the ability to deal with Nian Nujiao."
Although Nian Nujiao is only the eighth on the throne, she has already accepted Dahuang's sword inheritance. As a swordsman with extremely high swordsmanship, the inheritance she has received is extremely high.
The ranking is low, but the strength is not low at all. He may be able to keep pace with Jinghong.
Lin Qingxuan quietly placed the two chess pieces and said calmly: "Thousand Demons Sect."
"Oh, is it Jiang Wanli's Thousand Demons Sect?" Kong Gu laughed playfully, reached out and grabbed a handful of chess pieces from the chess box and surrounded all the chess pieces that Lin Qingxuan had dropped.
"Please enter the urn!"
Kong Gu called softly, and several young men carrying swords suddenly appeared in the sight of Gu Xuanbei and Chen Momo.
Two men and two women are both great demons in disguise.
"Liu Li, Zhuang Sheng, Chicory, and Liu Ying, I would like to invite two fellow Taoists to help you ascend to heaven."
Gu Xuanbei and Chen Momo were blocked by the four sword repairers, and the same was true for Bai Qing.
It's just that there are five on his side.
Three sword cultivators, one sword cultivator, and the Fourth Throne Yuli, the four of them occupy the four corners, forming a cage, which is nicknamed: "catching turtles in an urn."
Two sword-carrying monks appeared at Li Kuai's place at the same time. One teamed up with Gui Che to deal with Li Kuai, and the other kept an eye on Lu Gui.
At the same time, in the wave of ferocious beasts outside Mutian City, many famous sword immortals were more or less assassinated by the great demon. The only difference was the number of people.
Since the war, the monks from Mu Tiancheng have rarely met the monks from the Meteor Star Pavilion. Except for the great demon Si Snake who left his name on the top of the Meteor Star Pavilion, no great sword cultivator has taken action.
After several days of silence, the monks from the Falling Star Pavilion finally began to take action.
Bai Qing looked at the four sword cultivators around him, his expression not changing much.
To him, the number of people makes no difference.
It's just one more poem.
Yuli waved the steel fork in her hand, and the five people stood in five positions corresponding to the five elements.
One of the swordsmen stepped on a rock under his feet. He squatted down, picked up the gravel, and threw it out.
The gravel fell into the hands of the sword cultivator, and he struck the golden row where the female sword cultivator was standing with the fiery sword in his hand, turning it into a golden sword.
"Please, fellow Daoist Bai Qing, come to the rescue and let me wait until I can write down the words in the pavilion."
The female swordsman's voice was cold, and with a swing of Jin Geng's fine sword, it turned into thousands of shooting stars in her hands.
Bai Qing picked up the long sword in his hand, picked up a wine gourd at the tip of the sword, then raised it high and let the wine gourd slide along the sword body to the hilt, grabbed it with his left hand, bit off the cork, and took a swig.
“Good wine!”
After pouring it down, Bai Qing looked at the three thousand sword lights falling from the sky, swung his sword and slashed out, "It's too white to be so pale, the stars are so high in the forest."
Word for word, every word is the meaning of the sword, and every poem is a inheritance of swordsmanship.
Bai Qing threw down the wine gourd and said with high spirits, "Please let the immortal drop his sword!"
His name is Bai Qing, he is a poet and a swordsman, and he has the highest swordsmanship in Mutian City!