Chapter four hundred and seventieth palace worship
The palace enshrines...
Lin Yanli raised her eyebrows and glanced at the waist of the monk in black.
Sure enough, there was a jade plaque as long as a thumb hanging there.
The abbot of the State of Qin is so capable that he can command the imperial palace to worship him?
Surprised in his heart, Lin Yanli muttered, and his voice was carried far away along with a sword energy.
“Haosheng is rampant!”
The black-clothed monk shouted, and shook the black knife in his hand. The knife was spread across the surface, like a surging tide.
Lin Yanli jumped up and turned into a flash of purple electricity, which rushed towards the black-clothed monk. The black-clothed monk also reacted very quickly and struck with his sword, but was deflected away by Lin Yanli's sword.
The black blade cut across Lin Yanli's neck, slashing diagonally at Lin Yanli's neck. Lin Yanli's long sword trembled slightly, sending sparks flying. The black blade slid towards the black-clothed monk's wrist. The latter hurriedly stopped his hand. The black blade turned and rested on Lin Yanli's neck.
On Li's sword, he was about to fight back, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A ray of sword light passed through his chest, and the monk in black took a breath, feeling the coldness of his body, and there was unconcealable panic in his eyes.
This female cultivator's swordsmanship is a bit unusual.
Lin Yanli's figure moved left and right, making people unpredictable. The black-clothed monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sword light split out. The sword light split into five lines in the air, and headed towards Lin Yanli in the shape of a letter.
Five rays of sword light sealed the surrounding space, and Lin Yanli suddenly felt depressed. He flicked his index finger on the sword and made a leap. After extinguishing the ray of sword light, Lin Yanli quickly stepped out of the sword light.
This black-clothed sword cultivator has some abilities and is not an ordinary monk in the third realm. No wonder he can be worshiped in the imperial palace.
"After all, it's a three-level realm. If it's too inexperienced, wouldn't it be a joke?"
Lin Yanli put away a little contempt and kicked the light ground with his toes a few times. Then he used the force to somersault and landed on a tree trunk. He immediately dived down and used the inertia to make a horizontal slash.
After the Tianzhen Flying Sword was blocked, the Reunion Flying Sword fell into the left hand and used Chiyang Taoist's sword move to slash out a Hua Yanyue.
The red sword light flashed, and the raging fire it brought brushed the black-clothed monk's wrist, burning and exploding along with his protective aura.
The black-clothed monk made a secret with his fingers and summoned the spiritual water to extinguish the fire. He saw Lin Yanli's innocent flying sword falling next to his feet. A few ice flowers bloomed quietly and touched the skin. The coldness climbed up to the heels and penetrated into the spinal cord.
This is the magical power of another kendo master in Mutian City, called 'Snap Flower'. Compared with Yuyu, it seems very ordinary.
The monk in black stumbled, feeling his legs weak and losing control.
He had never experienced this freezing feeling since he became a monk. It was really not wonderful.
Unfortunately, now was not the time to reminisce. Lin Yanli was approaching, and another blast of ice flame sword energy slashed at his throat, forcing him to hastily defend and barely avoid it.
Lin Yanli was both offensive and defensive, and could always find a flaw or opportunity to attack his vital points in time.
The black-clothed monk gradually felt tired. He pressed his palm against a jade stone in front of him and secretly gathered spiritual energy to inject it into it.
Suddenly, a black barrier appeared at Lin Yanli's feet.
The black barrier rippled in layers, like ripples, gradually spreading out and expanding, eventually forming a semi-arc shaped wall.
"Defense Spiritual Treasure?"
Lin Yanli's face flashed with surprise, then disappeared. He exerted force in his hand and relied on his high sword intent to cut the wall in front of him into pieces with one sword.
This sword frightened the monk in black and immediately used his escape technique to escape.
What kind of monster is this? He, a dignified monk of the third realm, faced the pinnacle of the second realm, and actually ran away in a panic!
Lin Yanli looked at the fleeing figure, a trace of amusement flashing through his indifferent eyes.
escape?
Can you escape?
The black-clothed monk flew hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye. When he suddenly looked back, his surroundings changed.
He seemed to be in a cave somewhere, with fairy birds fluttering their wings, spirit beasts rejoicing, and tiny particles like sand flowing in the air, forming stone steps in front of him and heading into the distance.
Looking up, he saw several palaces standing in front of him. They seemed far away, but after he took a breath, he was close.
The palace was surrounded by white mist. Above the canopy, there was a heavenly gate, and a golden figure stood there, looking like a girl.
The girl held a sword in her right hand and handed it out with a sword, which was ordinary and unpretentious. He raised the sword to block it, but found that he could not take the sword move.
The sword energy fell, and it was like daylight. Under the golden light, the monk in black could only watch the sword energy fall on his shoulder.
The moment the sword energy pierced his shoulder, he returned to the forest.
Illusion mirrors reality.
The sword energy penetrated his protective aura and struck his shoulder, cutting his collarbone and shoulder blade into two pieces.
The pain of broken bones entered his mind, and when he came to his senses again, a cold sword was pressed against his throat.
The girl in front of her was dressed in white, with cold eyebrows. Her eyes were like deep pools and ancient wells, so deep and distant that it was hard to see clearly.
Among them, the bright red color in the right eye is the most eerie and shocking.
"It's quite difficult to control the strength." Lin Yanli pursed her lips and smiled: "Since you are a servant of the palace, it is quite troublesome to kill you. I can only make you a prisoner for the time being."
After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped his paw, knocking the black-clothed monk unconscious.
In order to prevent the man from dying from blood loss, she specially fed him a healing elixir.
After tying him up with fairy rope, Lin Yanli dragged the man eastward, intending to find Li Zhujiu.
In the wilderness field, several figures lay scattered on the ground, their bodies covered with scars.
Especially the female sword cultivator in white, her body was penetrated by several swords, her white clothes were tattered and her skin was exposed, and her dress was dyed red with blood.
At her feet were two martial arts cultivators, one fat and one thin, looking very embarrassed. They couldn't care less about pretentiousness at the moment, their faces were full of fear.
What is going on with this young swordsman? Six third-level monks swarmed up to her, but they couldn't make any moves out of her hands.
The young Taoist who first criticized Li Zhujiu for being arrogant and domineering had half of his Taoist crown cut off along with his hair, his limbs were dripping with blood, and the pain caused caused his handsome face to become distorted.
Among the six people, the only one still standing at this time was the old man who practiced physical education.
The old man knocked back Li Zhujiu with one punch. He was breathing heavily, his face was gloomy, and his turbid eyes were shining with light.
He was the strongest among everyone present. Although there were no injuries on his body, his physical energy and energy were consumed very quickly.
Physical cultivation requires a continuous flow of spiritual energy. When this breath of spiritual energy is exhausted, it is necessary to breathe again, and he will soon come to the gap of breathing.
Glancing down at the people behind him, the white-bearded old man secretly said something bad.
I don’t know what happened to this female doll, but her swordsmanship and swordsmanship were both frighteningly high. Over the years, the palace minister had dealt with many swordsmen, but this was the first time she had seen something like this.
Maybe, a few of them will fall into trouble this time. It's a pity that they have received divine grace and cannot share this trouble for the emperor!