(I forgot to update, so I got up in the middle of the night to post a chapter. It’s okay to stop updating and start from the beginning.)
The wind and snow were strong, carrying tons of sand.
Perhaps the Buddha's light that surged in the field had faded away. Black clouds covered the moon, and the area around Wuxingling was even darker than in the previous season. The heavy snow turned from broken to round, and now the snow flakes were fluttering, already as big as two fingers. Then they were blown away by the west wind, and fell whole or broken on the yellow sand.
The young man with two slender sideburns on his forehead used various means to stop four people from the Four Realms from attacking with more than ten hands. His whole body was covered with scars, and blood pooled in the shallow pit in the sand at his feet. Extravasation at all.
Even though Fan Wujiang prepared several great gifts for Abbot Bu Kong, he first sent out thousands of thieves to make the old monk restrained, and then prepared ten heaven-reaching objects, relying on the evil monk's alms bowl and the evil method practiced by Dou Lian. The evil karma temporarily knocked the old monk down to the five realms, but he did not expect that he would resolve them one by one. At the moment, Yu Wenyue, who clearly had death intentions, came up with various methods and seriously took on more than ten attacks. Although he had already It was shaky, but it did delay several people in the field for a long time, and their inner energy was full of lack.
Yuwen Yue struggled to hold himself up, only to realize that his right foot was almost severed. The extremely sinister and vicious sword that Kang Zongzheng had just hidden in the dark did not strike the old monk who was struggling to suppress the power of the alms bowl, but it did. He almost died, looked around, picked up half of the big gun, locked it on his shoulder and leaned up, but his face was full of smiles.
"The Poison Lord ordered me to fight to the death to protect the young girl from Nangong Mountain. I think it is a great effort. Moreover, I can fight with several masters of the four realms. I am afraid that I will not be able to find such a good opportunity even if I hold up a lantern. All in the world." It’s hard to find such a large number of people from the four realms. I can’t be wronged if we fight to the death today.”
Immediately, he ignored the people in front of him and the inner energy in his palms rose again. He turned back to look at Yun Zhong and sneered, "Nangong Mountain Wu Shuang became famous when he was young in the past. Before he arrived, he stood up and lived in the branches of the four realms. He fought against the Five Ultimate Skills and did not die. How could he accept such a useless disciple? He was about to reach the top within a few years, but he was still a poor practitioner who had just entered the second level. If it hadn't been for the poison master's entrustment, I would have gone first. I will destroy all your bones so as not to embarrass other practitioners."
Yuwen Yue's curse came very suddenly.
Seeing the situation in the field, the leader of the Buqiu Temple had already stood up. No longer caring about trapping the people in the field, a faint Buddha's light rose from the spiritual platform. Although he had managed to hold on, he saw that it was difficult to make a move.
Yun Zhong also picked up the sword in his palm and looked at the four realms in front of him. The sword in his palm was filled with energy.
The situation is over, but the trapped beasts are still fighting.
But Yu Wenyue opened his mouth and cursed loudly, which shook the whole country and spread throughout the place with the west wind.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then put the long sword back into the scabbard and stood there. There was no movement for a long time.
Wen Yu frowned and was about to step forward to refute, but Yun Zhong grabbed his wrist tightly and couldn't break free for a while.
Only the young girl knows Yun Zhong's current physical condition. He first used the Qiuhu Sword Energy outside Yizhangdongjing City, and then was chased and intercepted by the Feng family. It was already a series of fights to the death, not to mention that the Void Pill in his body was inextricably entangled with Qiuhu. , standing in front of the four digital realms is tantamount to death.
But Yun Zhong's force this time actually pinched Wen Yu's wrist until it hurt.
"Miss Wen, what he said is right." Yun Zhong held the girl's wrist and tried hard two or three times, but in the end he couldn't squeeze out a smile. He just slightly twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and then rushed to the girl who still wanted to say a few words. Wen Yu shook his head, released his palms, sat down cross-legged again, and instead of drawing his sword, he took off the sword case from his back, laid it across his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.
Fan Wujiang and the others did not hold back, and made another move. The young leader immediately raised his hand to block him, but he was exhausted. Only when he resisted Dou Lian's move, the golden light in his palm faded away. Anyone with a discerning eye could see this. The monk was just clinging on, unable to make another move.
Yu Wenyue glanced at the young man angrily, gritted his teeth and stepped forward again, taking the monk's place to block a move, which also resulted in several more serious injuries, making it difficult to get up again.
The old monk hanging in mid-air was still covered with countless black light inner energy, and the golden light could not yet be seen.
Yunzhong was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.
I have many thoughts.
I have experienced a lot when I went out into the world, but from the very beginning I have made no achievements.
Among the dozens of tombs in Wulingpo, it seems that they have never been erased from my heart for a long time. There have been people taking care of him since he came out of the world. Except for a slight improvement during this trip, it is really as Yu Wenyue said.
Although the words were unpleasant, even if Yun Zhong didn't want to be reasonable, he really couldn't argue with him.
The sword box floats.
A wisp of sword energy rose up all over the young man's body, like pale hair on his temples. It came from his Dantian, came out from the back of his head, and went straight up to the sky.
"Yun Zhong's cultivation talent is indeed inferior to others, but he will never fall into the trap of Nangong Mountain."
The young man spoke calmly.
"Today I borrow the power of Dan to ask for God's will and die here."
Qiuhu and Xudan in the belly were originally incompatible with each other, but now they stopped together for some unknown reason and hung quietly in the east and west of Dantian. It was rare that they never fought each other again.
Then a sword like the light of an autumn lake swayed, lazily flowing out of the young man's Dantian sword energy, climbing up the young man's head along the sword energy, like a light boat coming out of the stream, winding. superior.
"How capable you are in the second realm, but now you are so powerful. It looks like it's probably a bluff. How can you be really talented and learned? Do you really think that you are Wu Shuang on Nangong Mountain? You can fight to the death with five in four realms." .”
Kang Zongzheng sneered coldly, held the knife in his palm, and instantly held out a blade of light.
But when the sword light rushed towards the young man, like fine snow falling in the middle of the charcoal fire, it just touched it, and the four realms suddenly disappeared with one sword.
Except for the west wind and broken snow between heaven and earth, although the golden light is extinguished, the sword energy suddenly comes.
It stretches for thousands of miles, is overwhelmed by big waves, and then converges into a line of tide.
Although the surrounding areas are high, now we are starting from the beginning and climbing higher and higher.
It was probably the sea that stirred up the Xian family to a height of seven or eight hundred feet.
But the young man's eyes were closed, his head was hanging down weakly, as if he had fallen asleep, and the blood from the corners of his mouth formed a thread, wetting his white clothes, just like embroidering begonias.
However, before the young man closed his eyes, he saw a scene that made his heart throb, so a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he closed his eyes with satisfaction.
There really is such nonsense as a sword from heaven and earth.
This is much more powerful than what is described in the picture book.
Thousands of miles away, the Sword King Mountain is quite lively. It's not because the year is approaching or there is any happy event, nor is it the time to compete among the sects, but the mountain is still noisy, and many disciples are frowning. , Three or two people walked together, talking noisily.
The Taoist priest in the Sword King Temple was injured by a sword energy that came from an unknown source when he was going down the mountain a few days ago. It seemed to have penetrated into his chest, and he was seriously injured.
The people who were cleaning the snow and dust in front of the door all saw that the Taoist had a lot of blood spilling from his chest, and they were all frightened. They didn’t know who leaked the news, but it had already spread in the Sword King Mountain in a few days. Although the man who was fighting in the wilderness was The wild boy who came to the mountain gate to kill has now taken over as the chief official, chopped off the heads of several underground people with his own hands, and even destroyed the Dantian of more than a dozen people, but he still did not suppress the discussion in the mountain.
The disciples in Sword King Mountain are in a state of uncertainty, and it is almost a foregone conclusion.
"Senior brother, who can hurt our master, let alone the sword energy? There are so many five realms in the world, and I have never heard of any five realms who are good at using sword energy except our master. What is the origin of this man?" A disciple with his hair in a high bun whispered, and immediately the man in front of his head slapped the back of his head twice and bared his teeth.
"Are you stupid?" the man raised his brows and scolded, "It's okay to talk, but at least keep your voice low. If the lunatic hears it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both of you and me to stay on the mountain for a long time. , just keep your voice down.”
The younger disciple covered the back of his head, frowned, and opened his mouth with a grin, but he never forgot to lower his voice, "Then according to what senior brother sees, what is the origin of this person?"
Before the older disciple could say anything, the temple door opened wide and a pale-faced Taoist walked out. He smiled calmly and said, "How about I help you clear up your doubts? This sword energy crosses the western border of Yizhang and crosses hundreds of thousands of mountains. Then it came along the boundary of Qibianguan, and hit the teacher's chest straight."
The Taoist pointed at his chest and said with a smile, "I have been recuperating for many days, but I still feel a dull pain in my chest. There are not more than five people in the world who have such ability, not to mention that this sword spirit is quite familiar. , most likely the one from Nangong Mountain."
Although the Taoist spoke, his eyes were still looking into the distance, where the mountains were covered with dark shadows, the fine snow fell on the ground, and there was nothing else.
The young man who had been practicing swordplay also raised his head and looked southward hesitantly. The sword energy in his palm rose, but it was suppressed in an instant and could not be released.
"Who caused such a commotion? Apart from Wu Shuang, Pindao really can't figure out who else can have such ability. There are only a few swordsmen in the world, but now the sword energy that is thousands of miles away is... The courage to monopolize Badou is really frightening to see."
The Taoist ignored the two people kneeling on the ground beside him. After looking back, he patted the two people on their backs and said, "Get up, it's winter and the road is cold now. Don't let any diseases happen to you."
"The journey of spiritual practice has nothing to do with the four words of being clean and dust-free. On the contrary, most people's hearts are dirty and do not do anything for themselves. How to practice? If the poor Taoist really dies under this sword energy, I am afraid that in the end, several people will be killed. The disciples who cry at the grave may not be retained, but since the master is still in the fifth realm and is expected to transcend the fifth realm, then there will be no chaos in this Sword King Mountain."
After a few words, the Taoist opened the temple door and stepped in again, not staying long.
The two disciples looked into the temple gate and saw that it was full of sword energy, and there was purple energy as mighty as the sea, rushing towards the Taoist.
There was no one around in the Indigo River, except for an old man who was fishing in a boat. Every time he boated, the river blocked by thick ice would open up a few feet of wide waterway. He was content and fishing.
The old man picked up the fishing rod and almost fell into the river. He finally managed to stabilize his body. With the help of his arms, he actually managed to catch a fish that weighed over a hundred kilograms. When he put it in the boat, all the wrinkles on his face relaxed. .
"A cultivator from the previous generation, or a practitioner from the previous generation? He has obtained the Eight Dou Sword Qi alone. It would be a pity if we meet and we don't know if we can fight happily."
