Chapter 1,772: Fengchen Three-foot Sword

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Bai Xianxuyan's eyes were full of regret: "Fengchen has a three-foot sword, and Sheji has a military uniform. This life depends on mountains and rivers, and life and death are insignificant.

As a swordsman, I can't just sit back and ignore these demons. I don't want to kill you, but if you insist on protecting the demon, even if you don't want to, I will have to hurt you? "

Balian nodded in understanding and said, "Everyone has his or her own intentions, opinions, stances, and decisions."

It was clear that the two of them were in tit-for-tat positions, but the current conversation between the two seemed to be peaceful.

Bai Xianxuyan looked Bailian up and down and said, "The injury caused by Baixian Tan Yuansi's injury was very serious for you. You shouldn't have woken up so quickly.

I don’t know what kind of genius medicine you took to wake up overnight.

But I can see that you are very weak at the moment and are at the end of your strength. If I take action, you won't be able to withstand the sword. "

Balian flicked his right sleeve, and the blood drops soaked in the sleeve rolled down. He nodded and said:

"Then Master Bai Xian might as well make a bet with me. If I can catch your three swords, can you please leave Master Bai Xian tonight?"

Bai Xianxuyan's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he said: "Okay, if you can accept my three swords, from today on, I will withdraw from this battle to kill and slay demons."

Balian didn't expect that he would say this. With a look of shock on his face, the sharp sound of the sword suddenly being unsheathed shattered the night wind and stirred up the mountains. An invisible sword pierced Balian's left shoulder.

The force is so powerful that the sound of the sword whistling cuts and tightens in the heart like a sharp string, causing one to be stunned.

This sword was powerful, but it had no intention of taking Balian's life. It only wanted to hurt his arm and force out the cunning devil hidden in his left sleeve.

Bailian blocked the sword strike just now with his right arm, although he successfully defused the murderous intention of the sword strike.

At the same time, his entire right arm was severely injured at this moment, and it was no longer possible for Shuci in his sleeve to resist the damage.

At this moment, Bailian was forced into the mountain wall by Bai Xianxu Weir, and there was no way to retreat or escape.

No matter how you look at this sword, Bailian has no resistance to deal with it, and he is about to be defeated by the sword.

But Bai Lian did not retreat, nor did he try to resist with his injured right arm.

Although this sword was strong, it was not as fast as the first sword struck by Bai Xianxuyan, which was enough for him to respond.

So he raised his left hand, which he had always protected so well, and the jade green light between his left thumb bloomed.

Immediately, a clear and loud whistling sound sounded, a pair of fiery red wings shone like flames throughout the night, and twelve golden streams of flames were trailed from the feather tails.

The fire in the south has its emperor Yandi, its assistant Zhuming, its god Yinghuo, and its beast Zhuniao.

Yufeng transforms into mystery, Lincheng is the leader, the bird's beak becomes a harp, and the vessel becomes a coffin.

This is the guardian instrument of Zhongyou, a top-grade artifact, the Suzaku Qin.

This harp is a tool of protection, and it also has ancient legends. The Zhongyou Dynasty was the place where the ghost dragon died, which was formed by the gathering of thousands of grievances, and its remains turned into a city and kingdom.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have divided the real world between Yin and Yang.

The four beasts of the Heavenly Spirit, the Suzaku, guarded its body for thirty thousand years. After dissipating their magical powers, they transformed into a Lihuo Formation and continued to guard this land for a long time.

Until Empress Zhongyou expands her territory in this land and guards Youquan, she can protect the dynasty with one person.

Later, the Suzaku recognized its master and transformed it into a musical instrument.

Empress Zhongyou has the Suzaku Qin in her body, and the two powers resonate, which can be regarded as a half-immortal body and an immortal soul.

Until two hundred years ago, when Bailian died, the Suzaku Qin transformed itself into a coffin in response to its owner's desperate and sad state of mind, and went to Changling to guard the soul.

The Suzaku spirit beast has been born to protect it all its life, from the Youlong, to the country, to the dynasty, and then to the Empress of Zhongyou, and now...

Its owner is the Crown Prince of Zhongyou, Bailian.

Come according to your heart, and act according to your heart.

Even though Balian's spiritual power is weak at the moment and he is seriously injured and unable to survive, the Suzaku Qin is not like other artifacts and requires pure and majestic spiritual power to summon it.

A black guqin with finely carved images of flowing flames hung horizontally under Balian's palm.

Balian lightly plucked the strings, and the flowing flames painted on the ancient black piano body seemed to be really burning, flowing out a touch of brilliant gold.

The sound of the piano rises, the sword falls, and the gold flows away.

When Bai Xianxuyan saw the guqin under Bailian's hand, his eyes were full of surprise: "The Zhongyou Dynasty's national-protecting artifact, the Suzaku Qin?!"

Balian lowered his palms, suppressed the trembling strings, and said calmly: "I gave it a new name, called 'Shi Wei'."

When Bai Xianxuyan saw this Qin, he knew who Bailian was: "Are you actually the son of Empress Zhongyou?"

Balian did not deny his guess. When he took out the Suzaku Qin, he had no intention of concealing his identity anymore.

Bai Xianxuyan's sword was offset by the sound of the piano, and he was not upset. He just smiled helplessly and said: "You are very thoughtful. You know that I will not reveal your identity to others, so you use the Zhongyou Treasure without restraint. This is illegal behavior.”

Bailian said: "Master Baixian cares about the common people and protects the peace of the six realms. As the prince of Zhongyou, I am also the grandson of the Taiyin Emperor. If you report my identity, the Jiuyou Realm and the Heavenly Realm will eventually usher in a battle." It’s a huge turmoil, and with your temperament, you wouldn’t do such a thing.”

"I was tricked by you." Bai Xianxuyan shook his head helplessly, then raised his bright eyes and said: "However, although the Suzaku Qin is powerful, the protective power of the Suzaku Divine Will cannot be maintained without spiritual power. I will only take the initiative to protect the Lord once. This harp is useless to you. Next, how will you take my second sword?"

Bailian said: "Master Baixian just draws his sword."

"Then... let's take a look at the sword!" Bai Xianxuyan said no more nonsense.

The sound of the second sword sound sounded again.

The Suzaku Qin under Balian's palm has already merged into the green jade, and at the same time, the green jade once again bloomed with a green light.

"I wonder if Master Baixian has ever heard of this saying in the world: When people walk in the rivers and lakes, they always have a few weapons for self-defense."

Bai Xianxuyan stroked the scabbard with his fingers, with a smile on his face: "Not only in the human world, but also in the fairy world. But even if you have countless weapons, is it possible that all of them are divine weapons?"

"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?" Balian held the blooming green light and took out a piccolo that was as bright as frost jade. There was a scarlet orb embedded in the tail of the flute, like weeping blood. The tears are as sad as sorrow.

Balian threw the tail end of the flute inlaid with Devil May Cry beads towards the flying sword.

The sword crashed and the flute flew, and I don't know where it landed.

Bai Xianxuyan raised his eyebrows high: "This is... the Yin Flute? No, no, if it is just a Yin Flute used to control ghosts, considering its grade, it is just an immortal weapon, but it can actually take my sword. , this flute has clearly entered the category of artifacts.”

Bai Lian said: "Master Bai Xian, do you want to continue to use your sword?"

Bai Xianxuyan couldn't understand. He looked at Bailian and said doubtfully: "The artifact is an extremely rare weapon even in the immortal world. Even if it is a golden immortal, not all golden immortals can wear this weapon. Now you can hold it in your hand." Two divine weapons are already a strange thing, is it possible that you really have a third divine weapon hidden in your body?"

Faced with Bai Xianxuyan's question, Bailian said frankly and sincerely: "I really don't have a third artifact."

Bai Xianxuyan was not surprised by this answer and sighed: "You are risking your life."

He only wanted to end it all as soon as possible, so Bai Xianxuyan struck out with the third sword without stopping.

Although he knew in his heart that there would never be a third artifact hidden in Bailian's body, he still wanted to be on the safe side when making this final sword strike.

This sword is countless times more powerful than the two swords struck just now.

This sword didn't seem to come from the sheath. The vast roaring sound seemed to come from all over the sky, and the sword energy overflowed like a silver bottle being released.

The thick ice and snow between the mountain walls were cut into countless fine dust by the countless sword energy, exposing the original blue-green mountain rocks.

It was clearly just a sword, but it came from nowhere, cutting off thousands of troops on the battlefield with a tragic force.

There are violent sword winds in all directions, and every sword wind contains a majestic and surging aura.

Just as heavy rain washes away the dust, the water from the sky purifies the dust.

This is Bai Xianxuyan's most powerful sword move besides the small sword that nourishes the heart.

It's called "Tian Yu Zhuo Shi."

When this sword is unsheathed, it can sweep through thousands of armies with one strike.

The sword energy is like wind, the sword intention is like rain, and the sword light is like scales swaying like the Milky Way trailing the sky.

The sword shadows of the wind and rain in the sky and the earth are sudden and crazy. The sky is above and the earth is below. All the heavens above are filled with the sword energy of gods. There is nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to contain.

Bai Xianxuyan said: "This sword of mine captures the light of the stars. The stars will never be destroyed and the light of the sword will never scatter. This sword is not used in life-and-death duels to defend the enemy. It can be used to destroy thousands of armies and thousands of beasts with one person and one sword. It is specially used to kill in groups. Although each sword energy only possesses the ability to inflict soul-breaking earthly immortal cultivation, it penetrates all directions from all directions. Even if you still have a divine weapon to protect your body, you can only protect an inch outside your body. With this sword, you are destined to Undefendable.”

Baili'an stood in front of the mountain wall, his sleeves and robes billowing like clouds, and he said: "Of course we can no longer defend this third sword."

"I have a sword here, and I would like to ask Master Bai Xian to try it."

Bai Xianxuyan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Do you have a sword?"

Now that his spiritual power and blood have been exhausted, what can he do even if he has a sword?

The first thing that came to Bai Xianxuyan's mind was the Tiance Junshan sword that Baixian Tan Yuansi paid special attention to.

He shook his head again, feeling that it would be too naive for Balian to place his last hope on this sword.

The sky changes little by little, the moon shadow gradually fades, dawn breaks in the east, the long night is about to burn, the sky turns from dark to bright, that sword splits the silent night, ushering in the rising sun.

Facing the falling sword rain and the sword intent blown by the chaotic wind, Balian did not dodge. He found a random direction and raised his palm.

The palm prints cracked into golden, complex and ancient lines. The lines slowly spread out like sacred roses and thorns, and then came to this earthly world, becoming pitch black, and wrapped in a golden sword tip.

The golden ancient sword exudes pure and holy black sword energy, every trace of it.

Just a hint of the sword tip appeared, and then it stopped.

The moment Balian raised his palm, it became dark.

Under the sky, there is the Rain Sword of the World, which is taken from the light of the stars and sky. It has no beginning and no end, and its falling force is like a heavy rain.

And the sword in Balian's palm is called Zhutian.

One sword strikes all the heavens, and the same sword kills the heavens.

Under the heavens, one sword can cover the sky, and one sword can destroy the stars and thousands of them.

It’s not the long night coming back, but the ultimate darkness.

it's dark.

No starlight, no world, no falling rain, no sword.

Everything and everything in the world seemed to be swallowed up by the extremely dark holy sword breath.

The sound of rain of swords no longer reached my ears.

It's dark when you raise your palm.

It's dawn when the palm falls.

Between the mountain walls and forest tips, there is still the cold moonlight.

Except for the rolling drops of blood still dripping from his arms, there were no other injuries on Balian's body.

He quietly looked at the shocked Bai Xianxuyan and said calmly: "I think I should win this bet."

Although there was only a brief glimpse, Bai Xianxuyan truly recognized the origin of the sword. The next moment the light suddenly came, he blurted out:

"Sword of All Heavens?! It's actually Sword of All Heavens? How can the All Heavens Sword enshrined in Dongtian Temple be in your hands?!"

The Heavenly Sword has always been famous in the heavens for its sword energy killing. It has never surrendered to anyone's hand, nor has it acknowledged its master to anyone. Since ancient times, the only person who can pull out this sword from the Dongtian Temple is the Immortal Lord. Zhu Zhan and the Kunlun God.

But when they drew their swords, they only used their overwhelming divine power to draw their swords and drive them away.

Bai Xianxuyan remembered that three years ago, Kunlun God forcibly summoned this sword to Xianling City with the power of his spiritual thoughts. Three years later, this heavenly sword has not yet been returned to the Dongtian Palace, but fell into his possession. in hand.

Looking at it like this, it seems that he still thinks he is the master? !

How terrifying, how incredible? !

Only if the sword can appear in the world in response to the master's will without the need for spiritual power, there is no doubt that this is the proof of recognition of the master.

Balian did not answer his question directly, but lowered his head and looked carefully at the fine lines on his palms. The lines of fate were intricately intertwined, as if the lines of two lives were entangled.

"Although I have recovered my memory, it seems that there are still many unknown secrets hidden in my body. If I can survive this time, I might as well verify all the guesses in my heart."

Bai Xianxuyan barely suppressed his turbulent emotions. He closed his eyes helplessly and drew a flying sword from the sheath again.

Only this time, his sword did not strike at Balian, but at himself.

The sword light was cold, and a bloody severed arm flew out.

Balian wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Why are you doing this?"

Bai Xianxuyan staggered two steps, covering his broken arm with his left hand. His face was pale, but there was a relieved smile on his lips: "My long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. As an immortal minister, even if I make a bet and let the devil river go, I am still guilty, and I do not want to kill the benefactor who avenged my daughter, nor do I want to betray Lord Immortal, so I can only gain some peace of mind by cutting off the arm holding the sword."

Bai Lian opened his mouth to say something, but Bai Xianxuyan waved his hand and interrupted: "Now that it has become a fact, there is no need to talk more gossip. The kindness has been repaid, the love is over, and now the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and you and I are no longer together." It doesn’t matter, I have never seen you tonight, let alone Mohe Shuci.”

After saying this, Bai Xianxuyan stepped on the wind and rode away without any hesitation.

(There are too many things going on these days. Beibei is too busy. I’m sorry for missing the appointment yesterday.)