Chen Zhe just made a bad move and Ding Xiran fell into the hands of Yu Zhuo. Just when he was about to save people, Yu Zhuo's expression suddenly froze, and something happened again.
When Yu Zhuo turned around, he was face to face with Ding Xiran, and suddenly found that the little girl's eyes were full of sword energy, and the pupils seemed to have turned into a pair of autumn water swords.
Staggering.
It was the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Yu Zhuo only felt that a sharp sword was stabbing him. He ignored Ding Xiran and jumped back.
From the top of Ding Xiran's Tianmen, a translucent three-foot green sword suddenly shot out, and the sword light shone like a long dragon emerging from the water.
This is……
There were screams of exclamation, and the long sword leaped out, suddenly became extremely huge, and struck Yu Zhuo with a sword.
Before the sword arrived, Yu Zhuo's breath was already suffocated by the sharp sword energy, and the cement on the ground crackled. It could no longer bear the pressure of the sword and began to crack.
Yu Zhuo raised his hand to block the sword and took a few steps back.
The sword shadow in mid-air gained momentum and struck forward with one sword after another. It only knocked Yu Zhuo to his left and right, and he was once again at a disadvantage.
He was at a disadvantage just now because he deliberately conserved his strength, and this time he really couldn't fight back.
Ao Jiashuo and Feng Changyin looked at each other with miserable faces and sad eyes. Although the crisis was temporarily resolved, there was no hint of joy.
After a few sword blows, everyone was talking. Yu Zhuo was tired of dealing with it, and he didn't even know what kind of spell it was and why it was so powerful.
In Chen Zhe's ears, the voice of Taoist Tianyan came: "This is the spirit of the sword transformed from the ghost. How can anyone know how to do this kind of Taoism?"
Regarding Ding Xiran, Chen Zhe immediately asked anxiously: "What does it mean to turn a ghost into a sword?"
Daojun Tianyan said coldly: "As the name suggests, it is to turn a person's ghost into a magical weapon spirit. This was originally a method of refining treasures, but later some people also used it for practice."
"Then what harm does this spell have?" Chen Zhe was concerned about this.
Taoist Lord Tianyan chuckled: "Of course it is a weapon spirit that turns a human into a magic weapon. This little girl has only practiced half of it, and now there is no magic weapon for her to station in. If she completes the training, she can use the magic weapon to station her. The magic weapons made by Yinhun or Nascent Soul are infinitely powerful, even the best magic weapons can challenge the fairy magic weapons."
Chen Zhe asked with a trembling voice: "That means... I can't change back,"
"Of course, how could it change?" Daojun Tianyan said disdainfully.
Chen Zhe was doused with a basin of ice water. Now he couldn't wait any longer, he was going to take action...
Changes occurred suddenly here.
The corpse of the disciple of the Guixian Sect who had been dead for a long time had been lying there, but here he suddenly jumped up and slapped Ding Xiran on the back of the heart with a palm.
Ding Xiran's ghost is no longer there, and his body is just an empty shell without consciousness.
And even someone as scheming as Ao Jiashuo never expected that a completely dead person could be resurrected, let alone the neurotic Feng Changyin.
This disciple of the Guixian Sect who pretended to be dead was very deliberate and merciless in his attack, using all his true energy.
Ding Xi then received a heavy slap in the heart, and his body suddenly swayed, and was caught by Chen Zhe who was rushed back.
The Yin Soul Transformation Sword Soul she had practiced was very powerful, but before she could do it, her body was attacked by someone. The huge sword soul trembled suddenly, with cracks showing on it, and it swished through Ding Xiran's Tianmen and retreated back to the body. .
Ding Xiran's face immediately turned bright red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The disciple of the Guixian Sect succeeded with one move, turned around and ran away so fast that Ao Jiashuo and Feng Changyin did not stop him. Both of them were seriously injured, but they ignored their own injuries and their eyes were red: "Shameless little boy" People, stop,"
When the disciple of the Guixian Sect heard the fierce wind behind him, he was frightened out of his wits: "Brother Yu Zhuo, save me,"
Yu Zhuo's eyes flashed with satisfaction. He acted cautiously. This disciple of the Guixian Sect was also arranged by him. As expected, it came in handy at the critical moment.
Yu Zhuo shouted: "It doesn't matter, as long as I protect you, no one here can hurt you."
While speaking, Yu Zhuo stretched out his hand and struck forward. The Guixian sect disciple heard the strong wind beside his ears, and two palm winds pressed against his ears and went straight towards Ao Jiashuo and Feng Changyin behind him.
Both Ao Jiashuo and Ao Jiashuo were injured and were blocked by Yu Zhuo's true energy.
Yu Zhuo had a sneer on his face and was extremely proud. The disciple of the Guixian Sect ran to Yu Zhuo and said in his heart: "Thank you so much Yu..."
As soon as he started speaking, he paused.
Yu Zhuo watched helplessly as the body of the disciple of the Guixian Sect was split into two halves diagonally, with his head and shoulders being split open. The surprise after being rescued still remained on his face, and the broken flesh, flesh and internal organs splashed out all over Yu Zhuo. It was like a pork stall being knocked away.
Chen Zhe split the attacker in half with one sword, and then withdrew the Emperor's Hate Sword...
A smile appeared on Ding Xiran's lips, but he grinned in pain.
"How's the injury?" Chen Zhe asked anxiously.
"No...it's okay, I knew you were going to save me...be careful,"
Ding Xiran gritted his teeth and shook his head, but this simple movement was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat. Ao Jiashuo hurriedly took a pill and fed it into her mouth.
The disciples of the Guixian Sect over there saw their senior brother being cut open alive, with body parts scattered all over the floor. They couldn't even put them together anymore. This time they were not pretending to be dead with the help of magic, but they were really dead.
"Senior brother,"
The veins on this disciple's forehead bulged: "I want to avenge you,"
He grinned and rushed over, wanting to cause trouble for Chen Zhe, but he didn't expect that they coveted Yueyang's treasure in the front, and attacked Ding Xiran in the back.
Yu Zhuo's face was ugly. The disciple of the Guixian Sect who was killed was sent by him and was the one he wanted to protect, but he was killed by Chen Zhe in front of his eyes. This was a cruel slap in the face.
He stopped the person who wanted revenge from the Guixian Sect and looked at Chen Zhe coldly: "This Taoist brother has been causing trouble for me just now. I don't know what the relationship is with the Yueyang Sect. Do you really want to have a grudge with us? ,"
Ever since he was tricked by the Methodist sect, Yu Zhuo has acted a little more sinisterly and a little more cautiously: this Chen Zhe is fierce in his attacks, but his strength is unknown, and he might be a disciple of some major sect.
What if I can't afford to offend him?
The three members of the Yueyang faction were all seriously injured. Ding Xiran took the elixir and groaned in pain. Ao Jiashuo came over and glanced at Chen Zhe with a complex expression: "I know medical skills, let me see."
Chen Zhe knew that the head of the Yueyang Sect was a little embarrassed because of what happened in the past...
He handed Ding Xiran into Ao Jiashuo's hands and looked back at Yu Zhuo: "I have nothing to do with the Yueyang Sect, but the little girl you injured is my sister. I will take over the matter today."
He answered.
He thought he was the head of the Methodist sect. Even Yu Zhuo didn't dare to face these thirty or forty people, so why should he accept it?
Yu Zhuo's smile remained the same, but there was murderous intent on his handsome face: "Brother Taoist is about to take action. I haven't asked for your name yet."
"My name is Chen Zhe," Chen Zhe smiled slightly and held the Emperor's Hate in his hand.
Upon hearing Chen Zhe's name, the faces of the brothers Sun Chenggong and Sun Chengren turned pale. It turned out that they had been deceived. This man was not from Qinglong Temple...
They knew this name. Some time ago, the son of the Methodist leader was killed, and the murderer was Chen Zhe.
People in the spiritual world usually would not kill anyone without serious hatred. This Chen Zhe... isn't he afraid of the Methodist sect's revenge?
Yu Zhuo thought: if he took this opportunity to kill Chen Zhe, the Methodists would definitely appreciate it.
As soon as Chen Zhe announced his name, countless hateful looks were shot at him.
"Okay, you are the one who killed my second senior brother,"
"We, the Xucheng Sect, swear to be incompatible with you,"
"If you commit suicide, our Danxia sect will spare you,"
In Jiangcheng City, countless people wanted to kill Chen Zhe to please the Methodists, but instead Chen Zhe killed several people, killing them at will. Chen Zhe was not interested in knowing who he killed.
However, I still remember the names of Xu Chengdu and Danxia Sect.
Yu Zhuo stretched out his hands to stop everyone and smiled slightly: "Since Brother Chen wants to side with the Yueyang Sect, please take action."
Chen Zhe understood that Yu Zhuo, like these people, wanted to get closer to Methodism. These people were probably more eager to kill him than to steal the alchemy skills of the Yueyang Sect.
As soon as the Emperor's Hate Sword was released, the sword energy overflowed, flying everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the air.
Everyone's expression changed, and someone recognized it at that time: "This... this is the Emperor's Hate Sword,"
The Emperor's Hate Sword has a vicious reputation. It had not appeared in the practice world for a long time, but it appeared in Qinglong Temple some time ago, and now it has disappeared inexplicably. No one knows where it went.
Now it seems that it has fallen into Chen Zhe's hands.
Yu Zhuo stared at Emperor Hate with his blazing eyes, and sighed regretfully: "It seems that Brother Chen is still unable to control the Emperor Hate Sword,"
"IMHO,"
Chen Zhe said carelessly: "Brother Yu Zhuo, I won't say anything about you apostasy and becoming a slave of the third surname, but you are hypocritical and insidious, and you are so fucking mute when doing things and speaking. If you want to beat me, beat me up quickly."
The slaves of the three surnames... Yu Zhuo was furious. These were the words Zhang Fei scolded Lu Bu.
There is something in Chen Zhe's words. He accused Yu Zhuo of betraying the Lieyang Sect, defecting to the Methodist Sect, and living in Yuyang Road. It is indeed right to call him a slave with the third surname.
"Then I, I will be here to learn from my Taoist brother,"
Yu Zhuo sneered, stretched out his hands and patted each other gently, and there was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other. The palms were red and hot, like a red-hot iron.
Chen Zhe felt as if he was standing on a stove. The air around him suddenly rose, and even the ground appeared dark red, which was molten volcanic rock.
Yu Zhuo didn't plan to defend and counterattack this time. He wanted to kill Chen Zhe directly and quickly.
The fallen leaves on the ground slowly withered into charcoal. Ao Jiashuo and Feng Changyin felt the heat was overwhelming, so they took Ding Xiran away from a distance and watched the battle between Chen Zhe and Yu Zhuo.
Yu Zhuo's hands were trained in Methodist Taoism. They were tempered using the method of refining magic weapons. They were invulnerable and were equivalent to a pair of powerful magic weapons.
No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, no matter how in tune with the master, it cannot be as dexterous as the hands of a practitioner. This is the power of this Taoist method.
But Yu Zhuo knew that the Emperor's Hate Sword was strange and strange, so he had no intention of confronting the sharpness of the Emperor's Hate Sword. He stretched out his hands flat, and his five fingers moved gently, as if he was commanding something.
There were waves on the ground...
In the past, Qin Xin and I had always competed with each other, and Wang Xing had always fought with each other. That night on the riverbank was a desperate one.
This is the first time Chen Zhe has openly fought with others.