"drink!"
Different from "Senior Brother Zhang"'s jumping and boasting, the silent man has been paying attention to the battle situation seriously. Faced with the incredible speed of the young master, this man is calm in the face of danger. Without even looking, he still shoots out both axes, aiming at the target. Point directly at Qingyun's face!
boom!
A huge wave of air exploded, knocking the monk named Zhang upside down, but he managed to save his life thanks to the help of his companions.
The strong man roared ferociously, as if this was the only way to bring him some strength, but he could withstand Qingyun's overwhelming palm strike.
It is a pity that the difference in strength is not judged by the size of the roar, and the sky has never shown any mercy to the crying mortals.
Whether his eyes were about to burst or whether his mouth and nose were bleeding, in the end, they could only be destroyed and broken like his short ax under Qingyun's pair of black armor, and no longer existed.
"The lonely cloud covers the sun."
The strongest strike among the first seven palms of the Cloud-Piercing Palm! The lonely cloud covers the sun!
Qingyun's voice became softer and softer, but the murderous intention and evil spirit contained in it became stronger and stronger.
Radiation cracked the ground under his feet, the black light of the Immortal Punishment skyrocketed, and his green shirt fluttered. His thin figure seemed to contain the extremely overbearing power of covering the sun. With just one palm, he could seriously injure the enemy!
"Pity."
With a sigh in his heart, Qingyun, who had already shattered the opponent's weapon in the midst of the lightning and flint, had no choice but to stop his attack and stop advancing, watching helplessly as this person flew backwards together.
Because the blazing high temperature and the sharp sword energy told him that the door behind him was also wide open!
"If I choose to kill this person, I will most likely be pierced through the heart or even decapitated by Yang's sharp blade. Even if I save my life, I will only get the other person's life and my own seriously injured body. No, I will lose money."
The master's calculations are very clear.
"It's strange. In the past, as long as the power of the true spirit was used, karma would breed. After having Zang Feng, the situation improved, but it actually got worse. Unexpectedly, the emergence of this immortal punishment actually brought the two together in a subtle way. The balance is much calmer."
Even though he felt that the long sword was only a few feet away from his back, and with the opponent's strength, he could burn his clothes and pierce his chest and abdomen without even a moment, Qingyun's mood became more and more stable and stable.
"Not calm, but ruthless."
The young master doesn't understand what is going on, but now is not the time to think about these things. Compared with becoming a manic and cruel demon due to blood evil karma, being ruthless seems better.
He turned sideways with a stern expression, and the hot flaming sword only cut open Qingyun's clothes, but despite this, the monk surnamed Yang's reaction was not slow at all.
He kneaded the seal as if in the strong wind. The flames suddenly became extremely spiritual and spread wildly along the damaged areas of his clothes. In the blink of an eye, he burned the young man into a burning man.
The monk surnamed Yang chased after him, not giving Qingyun any time to breathe. But the more he did, the more calm and terrifying Qingyun's expression became.
His originally smart starry eyes were now like a bottomless pool. Even if the fire burned his body, the deep pool was still undisturbed by pain.
When he was forced to the stream, Qingyun unexpectedly did not use water to put out the fire. Instead, he completely tore off the burning gown and threw it into the gurgling stream.
Immediately afterwards, he calmly glanced at the strong flames on his body, and immediately used his black armor to wipe away the many burning places around his waist and abdomen, including the flesh, and stopped the spread of the fire.
For some reason, when the monk surnamed Yang who followed him saw Qingyun's handsome face, his heart skipped a beat, and an unprecedented feeling of horror arose in vain.
This made him stop involuntarily, raised his thick thick eyebrows, and said with a stern expression:
"Boy, I have to say, you have really good eyesight. You know that my spiritual fire is more powerful when exposed to water. How long can you continue to be so strong with such a bloody body? Why don't you just call out the spiritual stone? Yang Zhizhang always keeps his word and will definitely let you live!"
Glancing at the clothes in the stream, it was as if they were being fried in a pan, and the rolling stream was getting hotter and hotter. Qingyun ignored Yang Zhizhang.
"The man surnamed Zhang is guarding the man who was knocked unconscious by me. Judging from the situation, the relationship between the three of them is quite strong. The two of them may not escape from the battle. So why not change the strategy? Just kill Yang Zhizhang quickly and kill them. Difficult matter."
At this time, a faint divine light finally flashed in his abyss-like eyes, but Yang Zhizhang recognized it as hesitant. He was determined and at the same time began to brag about himself.
But what he didn't know was that the young master was now abandoning all distracting thoughts and calculating his winning rate and time calmly.
"The physical strength of the monks in the Earth Fire Palace is very strong. This should be related to the way they practice. I can be stronger than that man, but I may not be able to get much advantage from Yang Zhizhang. And his sword can be seen at a glance. The warmth and tempering of high-grade spiritual fire can destroy my flesh and blood without even using my own strength."
Even before Yang Zhizhang finished speaking, Qingyun had already quickly calculated a series of accurate data!
"Within ten breaths, one percent, within thirty breaths, two percent, within fifty breaths, seventy percent, within one hundred breaths, ten percent!"
The cold and ruthless feeling made him intoxicated, because once he entered this state, it seemed that nothing could affect his spiritual decision-making, calm and free.
The ghostly and evil sounds caused by the blood evil karma that lingered in his ears all year round disappeared, making Qingyun feel that his whole person had become much more ethereal.
He is no longer swayed and destroyed by violent emotions, as if everything is caused by cause and effect, and killing is just a means of causing and effect.
Qingyun even began to develop a deep dislike for words such as so-called morality and emotion, because it was these useless and hypocritical words that aroused people in awe, but restricted and lost the real shortcut to the other side.
But suddenly, the hidden edge in Qingyun's body throbbed, instantly making him retreat from this ruthless state. He suddenly raised his hands, and the black gauntlets transformed from the immortal punishment disappeared without a trace.
His actions made Yang Zhizhang put away his weapons for the boy in front of him and prepare to give up the struggle. He couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile.
Just at this moment, a crackling sound suddenly came from the forest. The sound quickly moved from far to near, causing Yang Zhizhang's brows to frown immediately, and the sword in his hand also burst into flames.
In just a few breaths, two figures as fast as the wind and lightning appeared in the field one after another!
"stop!"
I saw a sassy woman in scale armor holding a long sword high and staring at Yang Zhizhang with an angry look on her face. Behind her was Qingyun's old friend, He Juan!
"Qingyun! Senior Sister Dai, let's go rescue him quickly!"
Seeing that the young man was covered in blood and staring at his hands in shock, the female cultivator known as Senior Sister Dai was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, she stared at Yang Zhizhang with an angry look on her face, and shouted:
"Damn it, Yang Zhizhang! How dare you, a beast, run wild in our Bailian City? Are you tired of living?!"
"Uh, Dai... Dai Lin'er, you... why are you here?"
It turns out that this heroic female cultivator holding a long sword with a pink handle is none other than the pink swordsman Dai Lin'er, a disciple stationed in Bai Liancheng and one of the three young swordsmen of the former Haiyou Sword Sect!
This Dai Lin'er was wearing a bright red fish scale armor, but except for some important parts, the rest of her skin was as white as gelatin. It was unclear what the use of this rather economical armor was.
And she is extremely tall, much taller than ordinary men, even taller than Xiao Luoyi back then. She is extremely slim.
Although her appearance is not as impressive as that of A Lian or Long Fu Shi, she is no less generous than Hua Yumian and her ilk, and is full of chicness. Standing next to her, He Juan makes a continuous scene. The green leaves are not eligible.
Unfortunately, Dai Lin'er's pink-handled sword is wide and long. How can it be a sword? It's obviously an extended version of the sword!
"Yang Zhizhang, look at you, the Flame Elf, who is in full swing. Why, do you want to spar with me?"
While speaking, Dai Lin'er knocked on the ground with her pink sword, and Yang Zhizhang looked at him with such a vicious look that his whole body felt hairy.
"I don't dare... to wear... Miss Dai, this... this has already left the boundaries of Bai Liancheng, so it stands to reason..."
"Shut up! I said this is Bai Liancheng, it's Bai Liancheng, what? No way?!"
With one strike of the sword, Dai Lin'er, who did not use her cultivation, actually opened a ravine several feet long in the ground. Yang Zhizhang was so frightened that even his beard jumped up, and the flames of the sword shrank even more. , there is no trace of bragging on his face.
At the same time, Qingyun was also shocked by Dai Lin'er's shouting, and then he saw the person clearly.
"He Juan! Is she...Dai Lin'er?"
The long sword with a pink handle was too ostentatious, and Qingyun immediately recognized the opponent's identity, but he didn't expect that Dai Lin'er, who was one of the three great swordsmen, behaved so "fiercely", which was such a waste of good looks.
"Is this kind of violent woman popular now?"
The young master thought nonsensically, but this absurd feeling returned to his heart, followed by deep fear.
"It was so terrifying just now. Is that the so-called ruthless way? The whole person has no desire and no desire. The only thought in his heart is to kill the opponent. He has even simulated various insidious and cunning methods in order to kill the opponent. But I don’t feel any guilt at all. If Zang Feng hadn’t called me, I’m afraid the consequences would have been disastrous.”
With lightning flashing in his mind, Qingyun couldn't help but become more curious and awe-struck about the immortal punishment.
At this time, I don’t know what Yang Zhizhang from the Earth Fire Palace said that seemed to annoy Dai Lin’er. The young master felt an extremely domineering and powerful sword energy coming towards his face, and a streak of fire shot out from the pink “big sword”. The pink sword light that was ten feet long and several inches wide, with an energy even more powerful than his Gu Yun Gairi, slashed at the two of them.
"Wochao! You should be more careful before hitting!"
While cursing secretly in his heart, the young master quickly hid aside.
And Yang Zhiman was obviously ready to slip his feet a long time ago. Without even looking, he flew towards the two junior brothers who were not far away. After lifting the two sluggish two men, they ran away in such a dejected manner.
Only three crimson dots were left, slowly getting smaller in the eyes of Qingyun and the others.
Voice-over: The big car is good, (*￣︶￣)
