Six of the seven pools of blue water appear blue when viewed up close, and white when viewed from a distance.
Only the second pool of water at the southern end, counting from the mouth of the Big Dipper, is full of lifeless colors, no matter whether you look at it from a distance or up close.
The intrusion of the sword-wielding figure was like a stream of light in the sky, opening a new thread for this corner of the world that was about to be destroyed.
I was able to see the light of day and see a glimmer of hope.
That person and one sword undoubtedly became the focus of the audience.
It's just that the eyes of everyone present followed him, but their thoughts stopped moving forward.
Tu Wanfang, who only knows how to kill, will naturally not care who comes, as long as he kills them cleanly, he will be happy.
However, the six remaining masters of the Evil-Zhuan Alliance who seemed to be about to escape from death have not yet completely recovered from the despair, helplessness and grief of dying.
Faced with this miraculous event of a sudden attack from heaven, he was completely stunned and didn't react at all.
Until the blue waves lingered, the sword with dazzling green light rushed forward, causing a three-foot-high wave in the blue pool, which chilled the six people to the core, and slapped the six people back.
Talent suddenly wakes up!
No wonder the six veterans who have been struggling for many years don't have the slightest bit of determination to remain calm despite the landslide. It can only be said that the enemy they encountered today has transcended ordinary cognition, and anyone who comes will probably feel at a loss.
More importantly, when their hearts were filled with despair, the person who appeared in front of them was too stunning.
We all have been young at one time or another, and have read some story-telling novels, listened to some storytellers and songs, and even if we are not good at it, we also know some folk myths and legends that have been passed down to this day. In those stories, it is not uncommon for heroes to save beauties, and those beauties
The ideal person of a couple is usually a hero.
They always imagine that one day, when they are most helpless, the hero in their hearts will wear golden armor and holy clothes, accompanied by colorful auspicious clouds, and come to save them in the enviable eyes of the whole world.
Perhaps at that time, some confusion and questions flashed through my mind.
Can everyone be a hero?
Can a hero have a happy ending with a beauty?
Why do only heroes save beauties, but no beauties save heroes?
I don't know when, even if no one told them the answer personally, they already knew the answers to the first two questions.
As for the third question, they may have forgotten that they had such innocent thoughts when they were young.
However, at this moment, when they wanted to be heroes, they fell into despair step by step. When they were most helpless, it was a fairy in white clothes who descended from the sky and broke through the wall of sighs that trapped them.
Rescue them!
Although he had a good wife and two children at home, Mei Tuan's eyes were still glued to that figure and he couldn't bear to move away. He couldn't even notice a trace of pain on his missing left shoulder.
Not to mention that the remaining five people, who either had marital discord or were alone, also had their eyes looking a little crazy.
This fairy is tall and tall, wearing a plain white robe with azure sleeves and dark patterns, her hair tied with a hollow jade crown, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, a beautiful nose and cherry lips.
Opposite him, his hair is disheveled, his clothes are ragged, and his body is bloodless. He does not look like a living person slaughtering Wanfang.
It's like a white rose dispersing the mud and rot.
It's just that this fairy is a bit fierce and cold.
He is said to be cold because he always remains calm and has a frosty face when facing such a ferocious weirdo.
The reason why he is so fierce is because the strength of this fairy is not at all inferior to that of the six masters of the Evil Killing Alliance at their peak.
The six people saw him concentrating his energy on the edge of the sword, passing the sword like a gun, straight and fast, going straight in, and the sword piercing a line.
The retraction and release are extremely fast, but each sword is heavier than the other, just like a wave of cavalry charging on the battlefield, with overwhelming momentum!
Although Tu Wanfang was not completely defeated, he still took three or five steps back.
Xu Shi caught a glimpse of the six people not moving away. The fairy took advantage of the gap to breathe and shouted coldly: "Let's go!"
The six of them woke up like a dream, with a bitter taste of incompetence in their hearts. At the same time, they each warned that they should not be a burden here and decided to stay away from the battlefield.
After a while, four female Taoist priests in white robes and five male Taoist priests in navy blue robes came over. They gave simple treatment to the six members of the Zhuxie Alliance and led them away from the place.
It took six people to realize that the fairy who arrived first was from Emei.
The person who fought alone to massacre Wanfang was Shui Rujing, the leader of Emei's contemporary disciples, who was already the leader of the Seven Swords!
Shui Rujing's appearance is naturally not bad, but it is far from being something that can suddenly shock a well-informed veteran.
After all, I am still amazed by Shui Rujing's appearance and timing, as well as his powerful aura that can compete with Tu Wanfang.
In fact, the purpose of the five famous sects, regardless of their behavior, conduct, or martial arts training, is not more important than attacking, especially the long-lasting martial arts.
However, under various historical backgrounds, the sages of various sects took advantage of the situation to develop and utilize the skills in order to continue the inheritance and develop many active attack methods.
Each sect has similarities and differences in emphasis. For example, Kongtong emphasizes on winning by surprise and taking the lead, while Shaolin pursues bravery and strength.
In comparison, Wudang and Emei are less aggressive and focus on using softness to overcome hardness.
Therefore, although Shui Rujing has also practiced the three internal skills of "Autumn Water Jue" for water, "Cihang Pudu" for yang and "Qingxu Xinfa" for both wood and yang, he can be used to face the enemy in battle.
The main function of these exercises is to assist or protect the body, and the offensive ability is supplemented by the sword moves.
In the past, she often charged forward to protect her two younger sisters or her sect disciples, but most of the time she moved forward with her fierceness.
Drawing the sword is out of order and there is no trace to be found, but it still lacks a clear idea.
It wasn't until she met a young swordsman who was just starting out and was taught by the swordsman himself that she learned something from him.
One of them is the indomitable power of a meteor, and the other is this kind of concentrated sword technique that does not adhere to the form, but is effective and allows the sword to move at will.
Unfortunately, not many people present have dealt with or fought against the killer Night Owl, otherwise it would not be difficult to see many subtle references in it.
Presumably if the swordsman Li Jiechen were here, he would think it was a wonderful position, and he would drink heavily and praise it, "You can teach me!"
It was precisely by virtue of his solid and profound cultivation foundation and his superb use of swordsmanship that Shui Rujing was able to do what others could not do on his own, suppressing Tu Wanfang and retreating again and again.
Even if Tu Wanfang counterattacked, he could not stop Shui Rujing's tidal offensive.
The six people from the Zhuxie Alliance were led away by the Wudang Emei disciples who came later, but their eyes still looked back from time to time.
There is both admiration and concern.
Someone seemed to hear the rolling sound of thunder coming from the far end.
Some people find that every time they look back at that place, the sky seems to be slowly getting lower.
Some people seemed to see smart electric loaches swimming around in that space.
Finally, a Wudang Taoist priest who had not yet retreated, with a charming face and a long body, shouted "Retreat" to the fairy in white.
Only then did the Emei disciples stop their offensive and distance themselves from Tu Wanfang.
But seeing that the tall figure didn't stop completely, he pulled away and flew back, raising one arm and pointing his long sword towards the sky.
At this moment, the sky that was about to be crushed broke open with a bang, and a long dragon that transformed into a calamity thunder sprang out. It faced the sword and descended to the earth. Following the guidance of the sword, it charged towards Tu Wanfang with open teeth and claws.
!
The majesty of heaven and the thunder from the blue are nothing more than this!
If the jade-faced swordsman of Qiming Villa has the appearance of a fairy, then this one in front of me must be a real fairy descended to earth!
boom!
This time it was a thunderous explosion that everyone could hear.
Tu Wanfang inevitably suffered a blow from the "Thunder Dragon".
Everyone only had a vague glimpse of Tu Wanfang, who rarely followed his instincts and folded his hands to protect himself when faced with the mighty power of Heaven.
Unfortunately, after such a grand thunder bombardment, everyone was still disappointed to see the monster as tall as a bamboo pole standing still.
Only the disheveled hair was fluffy and fluffy, a few rags fell off the ragged clothes, a few wisps of smoke floated up, and the gray skin seemed to show signs of burning, but there was no more damage!
Tu Wanfang was not frightened, frightened or angered by this grand scene.
After being stunned for a moment, I realized that there were a few more people who were trying to escape!
When he reacted and was about to catch up with those people and kill them all, two white lines exploded under his feet, emitting white light.
It made him feel as if he had hit two walls. He felt no pain, but his vision swayed for a moment and his steps slowed down a bit.
Less than a foot further, there seemed to be countless ghostly hands made of blood under his feet, holding, dragging, or pulling on his feet, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.
After he spent dozens of breaths of effort and overcome "thousands of difficulties and obstacles", where was there any living figure in his field of vision?
The gray eyes were unfocused and blank.
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I took advantage of my free time to wash my red face and saw clearly what was happening on the bank of the pond through the gaps in the trees.
He sighed softly, then chuckled.
He said to himself: "The ferocious Emei, the weird Wudang, the rivers and lakes in Zhongzhou are also weird and bizarre."
"No, these are not important."
The face of the baby-faced man who originally had a somewhat innocent and silly smile began to distort, and his smile became particularly scary.
For the nearly withered martial arts comrades of the Zhuxie Alliance, people like Wudang Emei arrived too late.
But Hongshang smelled a message that made him extremely uneasy and uncomfortable.
He was almost smiling and the words slowly came out from his mouth through gritted teeth.