Volume Five Blood Edict Murder Chapter 90 Fighting Together
The mountain road is rugged and winding.
Only darkness rolls around, and you can't see where you're coming from or where you're going.
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi ran as fast as they could. If the wind was like fire, they had no time to discern their direction, so they plunged headlong into the dark depths of the mountain that looked like a monster's mouth.
The two of them galloped for a while, then they heard the sound of footsteps behind them. Su Ling turned around and saw several figures in white robes chasing the two of them not far away.
Su Ling said angrily as he ran: "I blame you for stealing the pills and not knowing how to wipe your butt clean. This is great. I see that their figures are elegant and they are more familiar with the terrain than us. I'm afraid they will be dead soon."
Will catch up with us!"
Fushenzi stretched his legs tightly and said, "I didn't know that old cow has such a sharp nose. Just chase him... Taoist master has his own clever plan!"
Su Ling asked curiously: "Brilliant plan, what brilliant plan?"
Fushenzi looked shameless and said with a smile: "We will run separately in a while, even if we catch one, it is better than the whole army being wiped out!"
Su Ling said angrily: "You little brat! Do you want to run away first with oil on your feet? You are faster than me, but you can run. What about me? Be a big grievance? Don't even think about it! Today is your death beggar."
You asked me to come with you for nothing, I don’t care, we will die together!"
Fushenzi pretended to be touched and said: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that your feelings for Master Dao would be so deep. They were born with different skins, and they died in the same hole! This true love really moved Master Dao, but Master Dao was so moved.
The six roots are pure!”
Su Ling was too lazy to listen to his chatter and said, "What time is it? Can you stop being such a talker! Think of a way!"
Fushenzi chuckled and said: "Don't worry Su Ling, I am loyal and trustworthy. The people's police serve the people, how can they be afraid of these criminals?"
After he said this, he suddenly stopped without any warning.
Su Ling was so panicked that he quickly regained his composure and stopped where he was, wondering: "What are you doing? Why did you stop?"
Fushenzi spread his hands and said: "I can't outrun them even if I run, so what else can I do? Wait for them and beat them!"
Su Ling rolled his eyes and had no better idea, so he took it out from his waist with a clang and asked Xiangsi.
Holding the sword in hand, the sword light is lingering and the sword aura is awe-inspiring.
Within a moment, those white shadows, like rays of light, had already chased them a few feet away from the two men. They lined up in a row, all holding long swords and staring coldly at Su Ling and Fu Shenzi with murderous intent.
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Fushenzi took a step forward, stretched out a finger, and counted: "One, two, three... there are eight of us! Just two tables of mahjong..."
These eight people are all strong Taoist priests, and the auras emanating from their bodies seem to be masters.
One of the Taoist priests sneered and said, "I don't know whether to live or die. When death is imminent, what nonsense can I say!"
Fushenzi frowned and said with a smile: "Why is this brother so angry? But he has been beaten for a long time. Is it possible that there is no little girl in the family?"
His words made the Taoist priest almost die on the spot. He was a Taoist priest, so where did he come from, the little girl in the family...
The Taoist priest screamed and swung his sword to strike.
Fushenzi was still calm and said with a playful smile: "Slow down! Harmony, harmony! Mr. Tao, I don't like fighting and killing. I have a suggestion. We don't need to use swords and swords, but we can still distinguish ourselves.
,how?"
Su Ling felt that Fushenzi would definitely take risks, so she watched his performance without saying a word.
The group of Taoist priests said coldly: "What proposal? Come on!"
Fushenzi smiled and said: "Look, you are the Taoist! You are all sensible people. You are Taoist priests. I am also a Taoist priest. What do Taoist priests pay attention to? Sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and shining lamps! Not as good as us
Put down the weapon, sit cross-legged and meditate, and see who can outlast whomever. Whoever gets sleepy first loses. Wouldn't it be nice to go back and catch up on some sleep before daybreak?"
The Taoist priests in the group farted loudly, and the Taoist priest in the middle shouted: "You are probably a lunatic, and you will die!"
Fushenzi stepped back and shouted loudly: "Shall I go? Do you want to have a toast or a fine wine? Master Tao is angry? Master Tao, I will take care of you today!"
As he said this, he showed off the Night Fight Bafang Hidden Sword Style.
Suddenly he stepped back, waved his hand towards Su Ling, and said playfully: "Su Ling, you go first and kill them all! Master Dao, let me recharge my batteries first..."
What the hell...
Su Ling suffocated, expecting that the bad water would come out from the Fushenzi, but the bad water came out with a sizzling sound, but it all splashed on himself.
Su Ling cursed in a low voice: "You boasted so loudly, why did you sell me out in the end!"
Fu Shenzi glanced sideways at Su Ling and said with a smile: "Nonsense, the general is in charge of the rear array! What do you know..."
Su Ling had no choice but to ask Xiangsi, took a step forward and said coldly to the eight Taoist priests: "One on one, one on one, or together?"
The Taoist priest in the middle was extremely impatient and did not answer. Suddenly, his body suddenly hung up and jumped into the air. With his sword raised and lowered, he struck Su Ling head-on with a mountain-splitting move in mid-air.
Su Ling did not dodge, but stared at the menacing sword. He could already feel the breath of the sword's edge above his head, and then he suddenly shouted loudly, held the Wen Xiangsi in his hand sideways, and started to fall rapidly.
, blocked it straight with a powerful and heavy sword.
Fushenzi next to him applauded: "What a great person who sets fire to the sky, so beautiful!"
With a sound of "Dang-", the two swords collided together.
Su Ling felt a strong force coming through the air, and was so shaken that he staggered back three or four steps.
The Taoist priest didn't even get any advantage, he froze and flew backwards.
Su Ling didn't give the Taoist priest a chance to attack. The long sword followed his body and made an arc. Following his body's sudden turn, the sword light drew an arc in mid-air and stabbed towards the Taoist priest's chest.
"What a great turn! There are only a handful of old swordsmen worse than me..."
This is good, Su Ling worked hard on the spot, and he broadcast it live.
Just one live broadcast and the other live broadcast.
Su Ling was holding his breath, and the sword light struck him. The Taoist priest snorted coldly, leaned to the left to dodge, and twisted the sword in his hand into a sword flower, then turned and struck Su Ling in the face.
"Alas! I'm not going to slap someone in the face! You're so unreasonable!" Fushenzi's voice was just right, not at the right time, and it sounded again as expected.
Su Ling and the Taoist priest changed their moves and got entangled in one another, fighting inextricably.
The Fushenzi saw this in his eyes, but his mouth was not idle. He kept beeping and making strange noises from time to time.
The seven strong Taoist priests at the back couldn't bear it any longer. They all drew their swords and said in unison: "Let's not be idle. Let's chop up that Wan Leng first!"
"Yes, yes! Chop him! Chop him!"
Seven strong Taoist priests straightened their bodies, swung their swords and stabbed at Fushenzi.
Seeing this, Fu Shenzi suddenly jumped up into the air. The swords of the seven people were gone. Fu Shenzi then flicked his white clothes and fell down. He squinted at the seven Taoist priests who surrounded him and said, "Hey
Hey, are you just kidding? Seven against one? Aren’t you afraid that the Taoist Master will ask for a magic weapon?"
As he spoke, he pulled out the thing with a long thin tube from his waist, pointed at the seven people and said: "Don't move the hell, corner, hold your head! Squat down!"
What he said was treacherous.
The seven people were startled at first, but when they saw Fushenzi pull out something unknown, they ignored it and launched an attack with their swords from seven directions at the same time.
"I...you guys are serious! The old swordsman is angry!" After Fushenzi finished speaking, his body suddenly hung up, very fast, and his body was light and elegant, like a ball of light cotton.
The sword shadows of these seven people shuttled past like butterflies playing among flowers.
He just swam back and forth between the sword shadows of the seven people. Although the seven people monitored him fiercely, they didn't even touch his clothes.
In that compartment, Su Ling and the leading Taoist priest fought desperately, while in this compartment, Su Ling and the leading Taoist priest were shuttled back and forth.
The two battlefields are in full swing.
After a long time, Fushenzi felt a little tired. After all, he had a pair of seven swords, and his body was floating like this all the time, with no place to exchange strength, and he soon started to pant.
The one who hid a little less neatly, a Taoist priest's sword was stabbing Fushenzi's back hem. Fushenzi pulled away and said "stab-", and a crack was made in the back hem, and the originally loose clothes became
Got a short coat.
Fushenzi cursed: "Damn it! If I had known better, I would have stopped pretending to be beeping. I would have worn a short skirt and went out to play."
The seven Taoist priests didn't give Fu Shenzi any chance to breathe, and the seven swords struck him one after another like a revolving lantern.
Fushenzi concentrated his attention and finally managed to dodge the seven swords. His head was already covered with cold sweat. He turned to Su Ling who was fighting over there and said: "Su Ling, move faster, the old swordsman can't hold on any longer! If you don't come again!
Help, the old swordsman has to return to his position!"
Su Ling secretly complained. This leading Taoist priest was already the most powerful among the eight Taoist priests. Su Ling was already a little overwhelmed with him. Hearing Fu Shenzi's plea for help, he could only feel his heart skip a beat. He swung his sword very quickly and used Uncle Bai's Supreme Cult.
His marksmanship turned his sword into a spear, but he saw the shadow of the sword coming back and forth, stabbing the leading Taoist priest three times in a row.
Taking advantage of the leading Taoist priest's retreat, Su Ling jumped up and raised his sword.
In the dark night, the sword shadow fell straight into the circle surrounded by seven swords.
Su Ling and Fu Shen Zi were back to back, and Su Ling didn't forget to say something to Fu Shen Zi: "Old swordsman? Which word is that sword?"
"Would you like to try seven?"
"Just give it a try, I've beaten ten of them!"
When the eight Taoist priests saw this, they all raised their swords, surrounded the two men, and attacked from eight directions.
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi's hearts sank, and they each waved their swords like flying. One of them caught four against each other, and started fighting each other.
At this time, Fu Shenzi no longer had the playful smile on his face. He was calm and solemn, facing the enemy seriously.
In this kind of duel, life and death depend on one thought.
What's more, these eight Taoist priests all used deadly tricks to kill.
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi risked their lives, rushing left and right, but couldn't make any progress.
It's not that the two of them are incompetent, but that these eight people are all masters, and any one of them is a step above the leader of the Ghost-faced Men that night, not to mention that the Taoist priest who took the lead was even more powerful.
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi moved their swords forward, and just as they were forcing one person to retreat, two more sword beams flashed from the left and right and struck instantly, as if the two of them were in the waves of the sea of swords.
Fu Shenzi also kept reminding: "Su Ling, be careful on the left..."
Seeing Su Ling driving back the Taoist priest on the left with a sword, and then catching a glimpse of the two Taoist priests on the right charging towards him with their swords, he said loudly: "Be careful on the right side..."
After a while, the whole valley was filled with the sound of sinkers on the left and right, in front and behind.
Su Ling was fighting, feeling anxious. They couldn't break out of the encirclement. If there was another reinforcement from Chengtian Temple, they would be wishing to escape. I'm afraid it would be wishful thinking.
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi were forced to retreat, and the encirclement formed by the Taoist priest became smaller and smaller.
Su Ling had no choice but to shout: "Fushenzi, think of a way! Don't you have some magic?"
Fushenzi hurriedly said: "Yes! It's just that these brats have to tolerate the Taoist master's handwriting and chanting!"
He said it but didn't say it. Seeing that the situation between the two of them took a turn for the worse, they were in danger.
Seeing this, Fushenzi knew that if the delay continued, the lives of the two of them would be at stake in this wilderness and deep suburbs.
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Fushengzi suddenly took out another object from his arms, raised it high above his head, and pulled the twisted thread under the object.
"Chi-boom-boom-boom-" The thing suddenly let out a sharp cry, and then a golden light shot straight into the dark sky.
It exploded instantly, and a golden light appeared in the sky.
"What the hell?" Su Ling asked, swiping his sword at the two Taoist priests in front and forcing them back.
Just as he finished speaking, he saw seven streams of white light on the mountain road not far away, like wind and lightning, speeding towards the battlefield.
There was a young man leading the way, wearing a moon-white satin Taoist robe, and a bronze sword shining brightly in his hand.
He shouted loudly: "Master, Mr. Su, don't panic, Lin Bulang is here!"
When Su Ling heard this, he raised his head suddenly and saw that right in front of him, the young man was already approaching with the bronze sword in his hand.
Exactly—Lin Bulang!
Su Ling said happily: "Lin Bulang, you're not dead?!"
Lin Bulang didn't bother to answer. Just when he stood still, six young Taoist priests behind him were already in front of him.
Lin Bulang looked solemn and roared: "Seven-pointed sword formation, scold——"
Seven young men, headed by Lin Bulang, came out with seven swords.
Lin Bulang stood still in the formation, his white clothes were whiter than the snow, and suddenly he stepped on the seven stars, his figure was like a light, and he struck at the seven Taoist priests from Chengtian Temple with his sword first.
Seeing that they were attacked from both sides, the seven strong Taoist priests had no choice but to abandon Su Ling and Fu Shenzi, and suddenly attacked Lin Bulang and the other seven.
Now, seven young Taoist priests and seven strong Taoist priests were facing each other. There were shouts and shouts in the valley.
The swords were shining like snow.
Although the seven strong Taoist priests had excellent swordsmanship and martial arts skills that were much higher than those of the seven young Taoist priests, they fought independently and did not cooperate.
Lin Bulang and other seven young Taoist priests, although their sword skills are a little immature and they are younger, their seven-pointed sword formation and their formation skills are very smart.
Get together.
When the two are fighting, they won't give in an inch. When they meet their opponents, they will meet good talents!
For a moment, it was hard to tell the winner.
Only then did Fu Shenzi and Su Ling take the time to breathe.
Fushenzi regained his energy and laughed loudly: "You want to surround the old swordsman? Now you are being surrounded!"
These fourteen people were fighting fiercely. When Su Ling saw that Fushenzi had recovered a little strength, he said: "Let's kill them and help them without wasting any help. Let's fight quickly!"
After saying this, Su Ling hurriedly attacked the leading Taoist priest with a clear cry from Xiangsi.
Fushenzi also urged the sword in his hand to leap into the battlefield.
Originally seven versus seven, the fight was evenly matched, but suddenly two "old swordsmen" were added to the mix, and the situation for the Chengtian Temple Taoist priests took a turn for the worse.
In an instant, three strong Taoist priests had already won the honor.
The leading Taoist priest was surrounded by both Su Ling and Fu Shenzi, and the situation was full of danger.
Seeing that the war situation was clear, suddenly a loud, old and deep voice came from the valley. It sounded like a loud bell, with a murderous intent that covered the sky, and shook the valley: "Infinite Heavenly Lord! You young people! Don't be so proud and arrogant.
.....Now the punishment from heaven is coming!”
The sound rippled and echoed in the valley.
The surrounding leaves were shaken down one after another and fell with a rustle.
"Damn it! This old monster Yogi is really not a fool. He must have been so angry to do this!" Fushenzi exclaimed in shock.
But in the valley, a mantra suddenly sounded: "Conquer the sky to eliminate demons, defend the way and kill the heart. How long do you wait?"
As soon as the seven strong Taoist priests heard the words of Yuji in the sky, their expressions changed, and their faces showed great pain and struggle.
But in just a moment, these seven people knelt down on the ground.
His head was buried deep in his chest and his face could not be seen clearly.
All he heard was a heavy, painful gasp.
"What... is this?" Fushenzi stood dumbly holding his sword.
Su Ling looked at the strange scene in front of him and couldn't help but be surprised.
But within two breaths, a sudden change occurred!
"Crack, click, click—" several tearing sounds were heard.
Looking at the seven strong Taoist priests again, their Taoist robes were shattered and splashed in the air like snow flakes.
In the eyes of Su Ling and others, a pair of hard black armor appeared on those seven people.
The black armor covering their bodies looked like black gold and black iron.
The seven Taoist priests no longer looked like the Taoist priests they had just now. Their faces were also covered with masks made of the same material, and their bodies were filled with a deathly black aura.
Su Ling was shocked and said, "What the hell is this!"
Fushenzi kept falling back. Su Ling didn't recognize it, but he did!
Fu Shenzi's face was cold, his eyes were fixed on the seven corpse-like Taoist priests with mysterious armor, and he said coldly: "This... this is the thread-raising mysterious armor!"
Su Ling didn't know why and said: "Xuanjia? What is this?"
Fushenzi said bitterly: "That old devil Yogi has done such evil! This thread-raising black armor is a man with a strong body and good bones, and uses a unique poison prepared by Yogi. Some of it can directly
It is swallowed into the body, and the other part is boiled into a poisonous pool. The living person is thrown into it and soaked for seven to forty-nine days. Then, the mysterious miasma stone condensed by the miasma of the South Yunnan Dead Sea is used to cast this mysterious armor. This mysterious armor is extremely hard.
, is good at avoiding all kinds of swords and guns. He can’t be cut by a sword or pierced by a gun! This is the second thing..."
Fushenzi took a breath and said: "What's even worse is that these originally great living people will lose their minds. They are usually fine. As long as Yogi doesn't activate the poison in their bodies, they will be just like normal people.
If the Gu is activated, these people will no longer have their own consciousness, and they will look like corpse Gu, like walking corpses, but their own skills and cultivation will not be even a little bit higher, and under the control of Yogi, they only know bloodthirsty.
Kill people and don't stop until death! This is what Tiexian Xuanjia means!"
As soon as Fushenzi finished speaking, the seven Xuanjia Xuanzhao, who were covered in a deadly black aura, all turned their heads and stood up suddenly. They raised their long swords together.
"Dong dong dong——" He stepped towards Su Ling and Fu Shenzi.
There was a piercing, extremely cold voice coming from that mouth: "Kill - kill - kill!"