Yao Zhenjun's sword intention is hanging high in the air, and the magic of "forcing the light to turn" on the sword to create gods shines through the sky, and the sword light reaches everywhere.
Thanks to the Xuntian Daozhang, she had never seen Tianxia's various Taoist techniques, but she knew a few things about them, so she could tell at a glance that what the other party had just used was the most common "yin and yang change machine".
This technique is based on the method of "yin death and yang life". When one body dies, the other body will be reborn. However, it requires some kind of material connection that has been refined in advance, so it can be regarded as a substitute death technique.
When it turns from virtual to real, it is at the junction of life and death. It is useless to kill it, because before it turns to real, it is an unidentified and unborn thing, and you can kill it after it is born, as long as there are still new incarnations that can be born.
Then it will be difficult to kill the absolute party.
Although she can kill all the virtual shadows she sees at will, if the killing is useless and she cannot know the result, it will only weaken the sword, so she would rather hang it than kill it.
Although she can't find the other party's flaw yet, she firmly believes that she will be able to find it sooner or later during the trial and confrontation.
Daoren Feng had just tried the sword, and he asked himself if there was a way to counter it, but his trouble was not that, but that the light of the sword seemed to be able to escape and come back, and the sword master was standing within the formation.
It left him nowhere to start. He wanted to go back and come back prepared, but since he had already taken the pill, he couldn't go back without doing anything.
"That's all, it's just a small loss. As long as this city still exists, if it breaks down later, we can always make up for it."
As soon as he turned his magic power, the brocade clouds outside him came over, and the top turned into a canopy to cover him. He rolled his sleeves to avoid it, and then reached out and held out a bloody flag. He just waved it, and a bloody light suddenly spread out.
There are countless blood shadows with the same appearance as him in this light. These are the blood spirits collected in the past few years of war, and they are ready to be refined into blood species. But now they can only be used as blood for fighting.
It’s a one-time consumption,
He waved the flag a few times, and the light turned into a large bloody ocean, spreading across the sky and dyeing the surrounding world red. There were bursts of fishy-sweet smell in it, which was so rich that it could not be dissipated.
The color is dizzying just by looking at it.
The blood ocean surged forward under the urging of the flags, covering the Mianlu City area, and soon came into contact with the array machine. There was a trace of lightning-like light jumping and flashing between the two sides of the air machine, and the array machine
It is also being continuously dissolved.
Not long after, the entire city was enveloped in blood, and everything outside was invisible. From the outside, it looked like it had condensed into a huge cocoon of blood.
Yin Huanting looked at the squirming blood above, as well as the shadowy figures inside that were constantly moving back and forth. He asked everyone around him to take the calming pills, and at the same time ordered: "Look out for comrades from all sides, guard the formation, and isolate
Blood Qi, please calm the hearts of the people in the city, and please rest assured that Zhu Zonghu, if the formation is not broken, this person will not be able to get in."
He has seen many battles like this while traveling abroad. Whenever Shangchen Tianxuanzun arrives, he is enveloped in stars, filled with energy, and louder than before. They also have rich experience in dealing with them.
Zhu Zonghu was sitting in the main hall to calm people's hearts at the moment, but he was still stable in his heart. He had seen many such attacks in the past few years, and this time he had a cultivator of the same level with him.
Confrontation is much better than before.
At the top of the hundred-story stage, Yao Zhenjun stood alone under the sky full of blood. She focused on the blood shadows, and the sword light passed between them. The reflection in her heart told her that every blood shadow could be said to be Feng Daoren himself. If you kill one, you will give birth to another.
, coupled with the change of yin and yang, it is almost impossible to be killed with a sword.
If that's the case, let's just count them all.
She no longer guarded her sword intention, and drew her sword outward without any hesitation. Where the sword sounded, her figure suddenly disappeared on the stage.
At the same time, above the boundless blood, a layer of soft sword light bloomed, illuminating the blood. This was Yao Zhenjun getting up and escaping into the sword light, killing thousands of blood shadows, because the sword light came back and forth.
Jumping forward, one sword was not extinguished, and another sword was raised, thus forming a curtain of sword light.
When Taoist Feng saw this sign, he sneered coldly, as if he was mocking Yao Zhenjun's choice. His blood and shadow are endless, and the yin is exhausted and the yang is born, and it goes round and round. How many more can you kill?
Moreover, the sword light leaped back and forth, seemingly unstoppable, but in fact he should have escaped from it, which made it easier for him to take action.
He reached out and took out a handful of long incense. When he activated the magic formula, the sparks on the incense head flashed together, and thick smoke spurted out, billowing up. This smoke has the function of delaying adhesion, but it can contain poisonous contamination.
, as long as it is touched a little, the energy will be blocked, and even if there is a pause, he can catch the sword master and deal with it when he comes down.
Zhang Yu sat in the hall and watched the fight between the two sides. At present, it seems that the person coming from the opposite side is not a pretentious trick, but to be honest, it is not much different. It should be due to the evil monk's own profound cultivation. In fact, this
If a person continues to practice in this way and can always make progress, one day he will be able to send Qi to the void on his own.
This kind of method is actually a level above Yao Zhenjun. However, sword cultivation cannot be measured by common sense. Especially since Yao Zhenjun does not stand in the formation, but escapes from the light and discusses purely with tactics. This is a way out.
It's not wise to do it, but it feels completely normal when it comes to swordsmanship.
Pure Sword Cultivation never leaves oneself with a way out, and often devotes all one's energy to one place, but other monks are often unable to achieve this level.
And he saw something. Yao Zhenjun's energy and spirit were all pinned on the sword. At this time, she had completely forgotten that she was a reflection, and her spirit and body were completely integrated. If this reflection was destroyed, then her own consciousness would also follow.
If it is destroyed, this life will go away, and it will be nothing more than an empty body left in Tianxia's place.
But it is precisely because of this investment that the sword's will will rise to unprecedented heights.
The smoke that Daoren Feng was sending out at this moment was getting thicker and thicker, and merged with the blood and water. When he completely arranged it, as long as Yao Zhenjun's sword light struck the blood shadow, he would definitely be contaminated with this poison. At that time, he would
The method of capture is to hold his body, and then you can break his sword and escape.
But he soon discovered that something was wrong. The sword intent became more and more lofty, but it almost matched his Qi. Among them, more and more blood shadows were being killed. Although they were constantly being produced, they could not
The sword intent became more and more easy to kill. At this moment, he couldn't help but change his color, and understood Yao Zhenjun's plan.
This is the result of exhausting all possibilities and becoming one. After killing hundreds of millions of blood shadows, as long as the sword intention is still there, the sword technique will undergo transformation until it evolves into a strike that cuts directly to the root.
This is a method of using the superior to bully the inferior. If he truly becomes a spiritual being, and his spirit does not belong to the world, then it is okay to be beheaded. But in the end, this is just an illusion. Although he has the magical power of yin and yang, everything is still in the world.
, it just changes back and forth from time to time. Once you encounter a higher level and a method of suppressing him specifically, you can directly kill him completely and destroy everything.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "Lingkong Hexagram" that he had calculated before leaving. How similar was this to the scene at hand? He couldn't help but be shocked. Could the hexagram be here?
He had always been convinced of his own calculations. When this thought arose, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this battle was destined to be unfavorable to him.
As soon as he made this determination, his Qi unconsciously weakened by three points, and the magical power on the sword is extremely sensitive to the changes in Qi and can be said to be all-pervasive. As soon as you retreat here, you will immediately push forward, and your Qi will increase by three points.
Feng Daoren snorted, feeling more and more that this battle was impossible, but it didn't matter. He was not fully prepared for this battle, and there were accidents everywhere, so he decided to retreat first while the blood and water cover was still there, and wait for the next time.
It is better to engage in battle with the enemy after you are well prepared, then you will have a better chance of winning.
There is nothing wrong with this choice based on tactics. If I can overwhelm the enemy's chances with a greater advantage, then why bother fighting to the death? This is completely different from the sword cultivator's determination to win or not fight. To the sword cultivator,
In terms of cultivation, every battle is a moment of enlightenment and a sharpening of the sword.
At this moment, he stirred up the blood and water. When the blood was a few minutes thicker, he released it. With a bang, the blood shadows turned into thousands of blood shadows and shot in all directions. As long as one of the blood shadows retreated, then he
You can get away safely.
When Yao Zhenjun saw the enemy coming, she chose to retreat. She did not pursue him again, because she had already won this battle. She just wanted to win, not to fight for life or death. In her heart, she even vaguely looked forward to the next time the enemy came.
Being more tyrannical than she is now would help her continue to sharpen her sword.
As soon as the light flashed, her figure appeared on the high platform again. The long sword in her hand made a clear and clear sound of victory, and then she put it back in its sheath. She stretched out her hand and twirled her hair behind her ears, watching the torrent of laughter.
The bloody light left.
Zhang Yu was standing in the hall at this moment, watching the blood shadows disappearing in the distance. Although Yao Zhenjun did not pursue them again, such enemies must be eliminated.
It can be seen that the enemy does not care about the fighting method chosen. People who are just for the purpose and unscrupulous means must not be given another chance.
In addition, it is necessary to provide enough deterrence to King Xi so that he can no longer treat Mianlu City as a place that he can manipulate at will. If this person escapes back, Mianlu's true nature will undoubtedly be exposed to a certain extent.
As soon as his thoughts changed, a phantom was formed in the sky, and he turned around, walked to the futon and sat down, and continued to meditate, without looking at the next result.
After Feng Daoren fled far away, he saw that Yao Zhenjun was not chasing him again, and the sword intention did not surround him, so he knew that he had escaped. As he was thinking about how to deal with him next time, he felt a panic in his heart.
He paused, looked up, and saw the shadow of a high-spirited young Taoist standing there. Surrounded by jade mist and starlight, his aura was so high that it seemed to be standing above the nine heavens. At this moment,
