The big man with golden eyes had a face that turned red from holding back. Just now he was huddled in a rope cocoon, thinking that even if he was defeated by the iron wall, he would not be defeated by the fox demon. What's more, he had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, but he still had no means to use it.
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However, the fox demon not only broke his "self-binding" technique with flying swords, but also insulted him with vicious words!
The golden-eyed man's eyes suddenly burst open, and he was so angry that he wanted to eat him alive and eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!
The golden-eyed man's tiger body vibrated, and his body swelled several times, standing in front of Liu Xiaomu like a towering pavilion. And the jade flutes pierced on his body were like tiny thorns, falling off one by one, and then transformed again.
Several streaks of light flew back to Liu Xiaomu's hand, condensing into a warm and crystal clear white jade flute.
And the dejected rope suddenly climbed up like a long snake around the golden-eyed man, jumped out of its strong arms, and once again transformed into the yellow and black fairy staff. The fairy staff was as big as a rafter.
, a trace of black air lingers on it, making it look particularly sinister.
The big man with golden eyes roared in his mouth, and with the demon wind on his feet, he swung a staff like a rafter fairy and swiped it towards Liu Xiaomu's head. The black energy gathered at the end of the staff, gathered in the shape of a tiger, opened his bloody mouth, and aimed at Liu Xiaomu at the same time, and wanted to
Take a bite.
Liu Xiaomu's skirt and shirt were swaying wildly, and her clothes were shaking, as if she couldn't withstand the evil wind that was coming towards her. Even the hair on her bun with gold and jade hairpins was in a panic, and her steps were trembling, as if she was frightened by this stick.
I have already foreseen the inevitable ending...
Unexpectedly, the phoenix eyes are thin and fearless, and the jade hands are slender and self-contained!
Liu Xiaomu raised his right arm slightly, slowly took it with his left hand, and the jade flute was brought to his lips. A string of notes like a golden drum, like a turbulent tide, rolled up in an instant! The tiger-shaped black energy was first dispersed, and then gathered together
It formed an invisible and qualitative sound shield, blocking the fairy staff in mid-air, preventing it from making any further progress.
The sonorous notes continued to come out of the flute hole, constantly attached to the sound shield, and ferocious gluttonous patterns vaguely appeared on the surface of the shield. The sound shield became larger and thicker, and soon became larger than the golden pupil.
The big man's figure forced it to retreat continuously.
The big man with golden eyes bared his teeth and shouted strangely: "Ah! What song is this? It's full of killing intent!"
As he spoke, the powerful arms of the golden-eyed man began to tremble slightly. The fairy staff in his hand had already been pushed up high, and was now resting on the sound shield to prevent it from falling suddenly.
It was smashed to pieces. Based on its current path, once the physical body is damaged, it will inevitably greatly damage the cultivation level. In the future, it will be impossible to achieve immortality in one step.
The sound of the flute paused, but the sound shield did not dissipate. Liu Xiaomu smiled sweetly: "Silly cat, you have a blessed ear today! What my aunt is playing for you is "General's Order". If you can die playing this music, you have lived a life worthy of it!"
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The joints of the golden-eyed man's arms were already crackling, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's a small trick! You also want to take the life of this immortal... Ouch! If this immortal takes this trick... and doesn't die, I will never end it with you!!"
"Oh? Really?" Liu Xiaomu chuckled and ignored the golden-eyed man.
The flute sounded again, and the sound shield became much larger. It was like a transparent city wall, standing in front of the golden-eyed man. It was intimidating, and a deep chill could not help but surge up in his heart. Although the staff in his hand was long, it was against the sound of the sound.
Under the shield, it is like a chopstick holding up the courtyard wall, which is really a drop in the bucket.
Liu Xiaomu suddenly stopped the sound of the flute, and immediately popped out his slender fingers, and a piece of jade finger played on the white jade flute. The jade flute seemed like an arrow off the string, shooting towards the sound shield, and it arrived in an instant.
Just hearing a soft "ding" sound, the jade flute hit Taotie Wen's forehead. Taotie Wen was greatly shaken and immediately became manic, trying to break free from the sound shield. The sound shield could no longer bear it and paused.
Like pushing down a mountain of gold and toppling a jade pillar, it crashed down on the big man with golden eyes!
"Woo ah——" As the big man with golden eyes exclaimed, the sound shield slapped him into the reeds beside Luoshui River.
"Wow! Kachi, kachi..." The tiger demon's huge body smashed directly into the reeds and mud. Many reeds broke in response, and they let out a low whine, which was quickly replaced by the sound of water.
Liu Xiaomu removed his sound shield, put away his jade flute, and with a flash of red in his phoenix eyes, he looked towards the place where the tiger demon fell into the water. However, except for one obvious indentation, the tiger demon had disappeared! It seemed that he had disappeared from the water.
Never appeared before.
She stood down and searched carefully, but couldn't find any clues. A trace of suspicion flashed in her mind: Could it be that this stupid cat was so timid that he escaped directly?
It is useless to think too much, it is better to wait and see what happens.
Liu Xiaomu turned his attention to the shore again, looking at the Zoroastrian people who were fighting hard. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. But he no longer had the interest to take action, and allowed the Zoroastrian people to kill their opponents.
Kill or be killed by the enemy.
But it was said that Yuan Zhongwu's monks and Taoists each raised their weapons and swarmed forward, leaving only a few figures of the Shence Army behind.
Sun Hengye, the eldest general of the Shence Army Ying Yanglang, saw these monks and Taoists rushing ahead, and knew that they were rushing for the rewards from the Yuan Xiang and the palace envoys. There was a bit of contempt in his eyes: people die for wealth, and birds die for food.
, as it is!
However, Yuan Zhongwu's cold voice sounded behind him: "Changsun Hengye! You haven't taken action for so long, do you want to reap the benefits?"
Changsun Hengye was startled. He hurriedly rolled off his horse, bowed his hands and said, "I don't dare! I will attack now." Immediately, he held the big ring sword with both hands, held it at his side, and made a false slash forward, "
Soldiers! Charge and kill!"
"Kill -" the shouts of kill suddenly rang out, morale was rising steadily, and the prestige suddenly increased.
When many monks and Taoists heard the noise behind their heads, they became increasingly anxious in their hearts: These Qiu Ba people are used to killing people! They have to act faster so that they can kill more people and exchange more money... Who can say that a monk is a monk?
, you don’t need gold and silver with you? Walking in rivers and lakes, eating meat and wine, sleeping on flowers and willows, yellow and white things are indispensable for everything!
Therefore, as soon as they fought, the Zoroastrian leaders felt a slight difficulty! The illusion of encountering a tiger and wolf warrior rose up in everyone's mind and lingered for a long time.
Yang Chaoxi's mind was bright, and he immediately saw those fierce monks and evil Taoist priests, and there were quite a few troublesome characters. He did not hesitate at all, his feet flew forward, and he rode towards one of the Taoist priests with a single stroke.
The Taoist priest moved his palm like the wind in his left hand, and the iron sword in his right hand flew like frost. He was fighting fiercely with the alchemist and the goldsmith, and he had the upper hand.
Although the rake in the alchemist's hand was strong and decisive, it was not fast enough. He exposed himself to the empty door several times and was slapped under the ribs by the Taoist priest. His breath suddenly became confused. His body swayed and his feet staggered. If the goldsmith hadn't stopped him in time,
, he was going to be killed by the Taoist priest's iron sword.
The forging of gold made me extremely strong, and a silver ax was powerful and heavy, but it could only barely stop the Taoist priest's attack, which was like raindrops. The silver ax was caught in the strong wind, and he chopped straight down, but every time he missed, he was stabbed repeatedly by the iron sword.
Elbow and arm, almost ready to throw away.
The iron sword in the Taoist priest's hand has a black body and a white blade, and a simple style. It is extraordinary at first glance. The Taoist swordsmanship is sharp and the attack is ruthless. With the sword in his hand, it is even more powerful. People borrow the power of the sword and use it to show off their cruelty. However,
After several moves, the two missionaries were in danger!
Yang Zhaoxi rushed towards him, suddenly sending out the Xuantong sword in his hand, and stopped in front of the Taoist Xuantie sword: "You two, how about leaving this old Taoist to the humble cook?"
The alchemist still had some superficial impressions of "He Jiulang". He knew that he was very good at qinggong. Even if he was no match for the Taoist priest, it would be easy for him to escape. He also remembered that the five guardians just now seemed to favor him. He thought
He must have some amazing art skills, so he said happily: "Then I'll bother you little brother! This old man has some abilities. If you are defeated, don't show off, it's the best way!"
The goldsmith was not good at words, so he also echoed: "Be careful with this old man, don't lose your life!"
Yang Chaoxi's chest felt warm, and he stopped being polite. The Taoist priest's iron sword had already reached his face, and he was about to poke a transparent hole in his cheek. Yang Chaoxi's heart was steady, and he returned the sword with one move, and the iron sword
The sword was deflected just a few inches, grazing the base of his ear.
The Taoist priest raised his sword eyebrows, slightly surprised, but sneered: "Young man, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime! Pindao's 'Wind Chasing Sword Technique' is the same as that of Gongsun who fought all over the Central Plains without encountering an opponent.
When Xuantong encounters you, you have to stay out of the way to avoid ruining your reputation as a hero! Haha!"
When Yang Chaoxi saw him talking about Temple Master Gongsun, he didn't forget to disparage it. It can be seen that he must have suffered great losses at the hands of Temple Master back then. He couldn't help teasing: "Oh? So Gongsun's swordsmanship can't match yours?"
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"That's natural... Ouch! This kid actually knows Gongsun's sword skills!" The Taoist priest was quite arrogant and didn't even hear Yang Chaoxi's teasing intention. Just as he was about to show off to himself, Yang Chaoxi accidentally attacked him with his sword.
, but it is an extremely common "quick to hit the straight".
"Is it strange? There are only a few people in Luoyang Taoist sect who don't know this sword technique?" Yang Zhaoxi sneered and attacked again with the round sword, but it was a "softness defeats hardness" style of attack.
The toughness of Xuantong Sword, assisted by the surging inner energy, was brought into full play by him. Between the cuts of the sword, it was like a streak of silver light, tightly binding the iron sword in the Taoist's hand. Originally it was swift and light.
The famous "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" could not take advantage of its speed, so he could only rely on some clever sword moves to avoid the entanglement of Xuantong Sword, and then stab Yang Zhaoxi's vital part.
Seeing that he could not win quickly, the Taoist priest quickly corrected his mentality and started to challenge Yang Zhaoxi without being arrogant or impetuous.
"Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" is not just about speed, but about imitating the force of the wind and imitating the power of the wind, walking through corridors and courtyards, throwing leaves and flowers, slow and sudden, rising and stopping suddenly... I think the person who created this set of sword techniques must be
, can be regarded as a master of the previous generation. However, it was only taught from master to apprentice and passed down from generation to generation. However, only 20% to 30% of the original purpose and intention of the sword were left.
Yang Chaoxi looked at it and saw that it was specious and full of fallacies. But because he had never seen the real "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique", he just felt that such a fancy sword move was not worthy of the name of "Chasing the Wind".
But the Taoist priest was able to defeat the medicine refining user and the gold forging user one after another with his "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" that was full of errors, but he also had a palm technique as a auxiliary attack. The sword and palm were in conjunction with each other, and they were both inside and outside, so they caught him by surprise.
Successful every time.
After Yang Chaoxi made four or five sword moves with him, he suddenly felt a chill coming to his lower abdomen. He lowered his eyebrows and saw that the Taoist priest's left palm had quietly hit him at some point!
When Yang Zhaoxi was about to dodge, his left palm turned into a claw and clawed at his lower abdomen - Tsk! The crimson lotus poncho was suddenly scratched open, revealing the clothes underneath. If he had been half an inch slower, I'm afraid,
There are already five scratches on my lower abdomen!
The Taoist priest missed the target, immediately withdrew his hand, swung the iron sword again, and continued to fight with him... However, after a few moves, he looked at the empty door again and struck Yang Chaoxi's neck diagonally with a palm.
Looking at this palm technique, Yang Chaoxi felt a sense of déjà vu! Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, as if he was struck by thunder, and he couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "This is the 'wind-catching and shadow-catching hand'! Where did you learn it from?"