Lu Jingyuan put away the divine sword and naturally ignored the enemy's request. Keep your spirits up and be prepared to sacrifice your life for righteousness at any time.
He did not expect sympathy from his enemies. He never thought about living alone in the world even if the mountain gate was destroyed.
Although he was very afraid of death, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive alone in the world and rely on magic weapons to collude with the enemy.
He wished he could bite off the enemy's flesh to comfort his master's spirit in heaven.
Tang Zhiwu's eyebrows were slightly frowned, his patience was gone as time went by, and was worn away bit by bit. He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, but the thought of cherishing his talent arose in his heart.
He undoubtedly cherishes talents very much, but he will never allow others to violate his wishes.
The group of young men in front of them are undoubtedly rare heroes. At the same time, they also touched Tang Zhiwu's bottom line.
"Since you all want to die, I will grant your wishes!"
After finishing speaking, Tang Zhiwu raised his palm and pushed it forward. Immediately, the inner energy spit out wildly, turning into purple ice cones, which were blown by the strange wind and shot towards the disciples of Shushan. The ice cone is fed with the Tang Sect's giant poison. The blood seals the throat.
When Lu Jingyuan saw this, his eyebrows knitted together. Under such a huge offensive, how could there be any hope of survival?
Without waiting for the ice cone to reach his body, he quickly made a gesture with his fingers and reluctantly formed a three-layer defensive barrier in front of him, and then raised three divine swords to protect him in front of him. Even if the enemy's offensive breaks through the first three layers of defensive barriers, there will still be three divine swords as the final shield.
Lu Jingyuan knew that Tang Zhiwu's angry attacks were extremely powerful. Being in the game is really a narrow escape, but his survival instinct prompts him to fight against the enemy's bandit leader.
Behind him came the pitiful cries of fellow disciples who had been shot and fell to the ground. Lu Jingyuan was anxious and angry. With their cultivation level there, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't compete with Tang Zhiwu!
His heart was filled with despair, but there was still a trace of stubbornness and unwillingness in his eyes.
The defensive barriers outside him collapsed under the powerful palm force, and the huge coercion surged up crazily, firmly grabbing his hands and feet, and wrapping around his body.
Only the three divine swords were left, still desperately resisting the murderous intent that rushed towards them like savage beasts. The sharp energy is approaching the door, and it is only a matter of time before the defense is broken.
A few cracks appeared on the smooth surface of the divine sword, and the three divine swords that formed the final defensive barrier were about to show signs of disintegration.
He was a sword lover, and looking at the crack marks, it seemed like it would break at any moment. Even more heartbroken.
Since there is no hope of survival and there is only death, then why did he break three good swords in vain? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to simply drop his defense and face death?
Lu Jingyuan took off the three divine swords, straightened his spine, and used his broad chest to welcome the rain of ice picks.
Since death cannot be avoided, then stand tall and face death head on. There was no trace of flinching on his face, only anger and hatred towards his enemies.
Ice picks fell down like raindrops, with the force of cracking open monuments and cracking rocks, and came towards his head and body. The wind was so strong that people couldn't keep their eyes open.
Just when he was ready to die as a martyr, he abandoned his sword and sought death. It was too late to say, but soon, a soft force protected his whole body. After shattering the enemy's offensive, he also moved him aside.
It happened suddenly, and he was surprised. When he looked up, he saw a lean old man standing quietly in the air. A gray robe, so cold that it could not move in the wind.
Who is this person?
Why did it suddenly appear on Shushan Mountain? A good friend or an enemy? Why have I never seen him in Shushan for more than ten years?
Lu Jingyuan looked at the mysterious old man and couldn't help but wonder.
He was in danger just now, but thanks to the old man's helping hand, he did not die on the spot. From this point of view, we are friends rather than enemies.
When Lu Jingyuan guessed the identity of the mysterious old man, he heard Tang Zhiwu's cunning laughter:
"Old Dao Qing, I didn't expect you to still be alive! It's been more than fifty years since we last parted, so I thought you had already traveled west on a crane?"
The lean old man glanced at Tang Zhiwu with a complicated look on his face. He sighed and said, "The last time we met, you and I were friends who shared the same fate. But now that we meet again, we are sworn enemies. You and everyone in Perak Hall have killed each other." By going to my mountain gate and slaughtering all my disciples, are you deceiving me that there is no one in Shushan Sword Sect?"
The voice is old, but carries infinite majesty.
The old man's eyes moved slightly, and everywhere he saw were dilapidated scenes with broken walls and ruins. Shushan, under the collapse of rocks, has long lost its former beauty, and raging fires are burning the ancient trees in the mountains and forests. It seems that all the good things are being buried in the sea of fire.
Looking at Shushan in front of him, Dao Qing's eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes were full of pain.
It turned out that the former old master of Shushan Sword Sect, Gu Tongzhenren, had two disciples, namely Daoxuan and Daoqing.
Daoxuan was talented and intelligent, and soon entered the Earth Spirit Realm, inheriting the mantle of Master Gu Tong. Dao Qing is slightly lacking in qualifications, but he has made quite a lot of achievements in formations.
When Dao Qing was young, he traveled around the world and got acquainted with the fledgling Tang Zhiwu. The two shared difficulties and shared a deep friendship. After returning to the mountain gate, the big demon was imprisoned in the demon tower in the town behind Mount Shu. Very relevant. It needs skilled people to guard it for many years. Dao Qing was immediately sent to guard the Demon Suppression Tower. It lasted for fifty years. Lu Jingyuan only joined the Shushan Sword Sect ten years ago. He had never seen this uncle with a long beard and an immortal spirit.
If the master of Daoxuan Sect had not passed away and the Shushan Sword Sect had suffered a catastrophe, Master Dao Qing would not have appeared at the foot of the clouds easily.
"Tang Zhiwu, if you take people down to the foot of the clouds immediately, I won't care about what you did today. The brotherhood between you and me is still there!"
After hearing this, Tang Zhiwu just looked up to the sky and laughed. He turned around and said sullenly: "Do you think I am still the ignorant boy I was fifty years ago?"
"I am now the chief of Tangjiabao. In terms of cultivation, I have surpassed all previous castle masters. I will lead Tangjiabao to unprecedented glory. The Shushan Sword Sect is the most difficult hurdle in my plan to overcome! "
"Now, the Shushan Sword Sect is about to be destroyed. Do you think I will give up for the so-called friendship?"
The more Tang Zhiwu talked, the more excited he became, and by the end of the sentence, he was almost hoarse. He seemed to see the perfect plan coming to fruition, and he was the only one who planned it all. No one can compete with him for the fruits of victory.
Dao Qing glanced at him and just sighed. He raised his hand and a jadeite Ruyi flew out of his sleeve, catching the wind. It is about two feet long, heavy on the head and light on the tail, with a large white jade stone inlaid on the top, four tiny pinholes on each side, and a flat snake belly-like pattern on the handshake.
This is the "Eight Treasures Ruyi", which Dao Qing got by chance in a blessed place in the cave when he was traveling around the world in his early years. It is a heavenly magic weapon, comparable to a divine weapon.
The eight treasures were sacrificed as expected, and a layer of auspicious energy formed outside Dao Qing's body, which was condensed and undissipated. It circled him several times, shining with green light. Being in the auspicious light of the eight treasures is like wearing a layer of green armor.
When Tang Zhiwu saw it, a rare solemn look appeared on his face, and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he knew that this thing was very powerful and not comparable to ordinary people. He swung the long knife forward with all his strength, and at the same time activated the Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra Heart Technique of the Tang Sect's hand. He saw a flash of white light from the knife, slashing diagonally towards Dao Qing.
Seeing the white light coming, he came straight up with a fierce sword, like a mad wolf, and wanted to kill him with the sword. Dao Qing was troubled, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't even show any brotherhood, and would kill him as soon as they met!
As soon as his figure flashed, he was already three feet away. But a loud "rumbling" sound was heard, and the white sword cut the huge stone pillar surrounded by the three people in the distance into two parts from the middle.
Everyone present was shocked. They did not expect Tang Zhiwu to be so strong. He had obviously hidden a lot of strength when he fought with the sect leader before.
"Brother Dao Qing, you have limited qualifications, but now my cultivation is far above you. Even if you are seriously injured, you are not my enemy with a hundred moves! Now if you drop the sword in your hand, I can still let you go. Otherwise, today will be your memorial day next year!"
After hearing these words, Dao Qing was angry and annoyed. When he looked at Tang Zhiwu again, he no longer had the worries he had when they first met him. He shouted to the people behind him:
"Set up the 'Tai Chi Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation'!"
While speaking, he raised his hand Ruyi, and a ball of cyan smoke was shot out from the eight holes on the left and right, spinning around his body. Dao Qing stood a little under his feet, flew up, and stood in the air riding on the Feidun Baoguang.
Lu Jingyuan unsheathed his long sword and threw it into the air. The Shushan disciples behind him followed suit and threw their swords into the air. Lured by the green smoke, they all flew into the formation.
I saw green smoke actuating long swords, forming a Tai Chi Bagua formation. Then, it rotated and changed according to the formation.
As soon as the formation was completed, a strange wind suddenly rose, and the only sound heard was the sharp sound of clothes. The cold murderous aura penetrated the hearts of everyone present, and everyone was frightened.
"Tai Chi Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation" is one of the three most amazing formations in the world. As the leader of a sect, Tang Zhiwu had naturally heard of it. Legend has it that since Zhuge Kongming, the three strange formations have disappeared from the world, and no one can activate this formation again. Today, he witnessed the reappearance of the strange formation. In addition to being surprised, a solemn expression quietly crept up between his eyebrows.
Facing such a powerful Qimen formation, his heart tightened and a cautious look overflowed on his face.
In the previous battle with Daoxuan, although Lei Wanchou helped him, he deliberately hid his clumsiness. After all, Daoxuan's cultivation was too advanced, and it took up five of his power.
Now, when they fight against Dao Qing Lao'er again, even though the two of them are far apart in cultivation, they still have to be extremely cautious in dealing with them despite their remaining health.
The two of them stood high in the air, gathering strength in their palms, ready to go. They carefully looked for each other's flaws so they could take advantage of the situation to deliver a fatal blow to each other. Before that, neither side dared to move, as if they were slightly afraid that if they were not careful, the enemy would take advantage of the opportunity. Big eyes stared at small eyes, frozen there.
Seeing this scene, Lu Jingyuan was a little confused. The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, that's called fighting. Two big living people are like a bastard looking at mung beans. What's going on?
Lu Jingyuan couldn't understand, but he didn't dare to make a mistake. In the previous battle, he had already suffered enough from the men named Tang. Now, only Master Dao Qing can suppress the enemy bandit leader.
Suddenly, Tang Zhiwu moved. He activated the Tang Sect's Shaoyang Triple Burner Sutra Heart Technique, pushed his hands forward, and spit out his inner energy. The strong inner energy immediately turned into a purple ice cone after leaving his palm, and shot out at the enemy in front of him.
Seeing this, Dao Qing was no longer soft-hearted and activated the "Tai Chi Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation". Tens of thousands of long swords flew towards the face of the bandit leader to greet him. There was order in the chaos, arranged in several rows according to the nine-square grid. Defend, attack, assist, and kill directly towards Tang Zhiwu. With the blessing of the Eight Treasures Ruyi, the sword array is like a tiger with wings, and its power cannot be underestimated.
Two completely different powers collided between the two, with a "rumbling" sound and a deafening explosion, followed by the collision of tens of thousands of long swords and ice picks as dense as raindrops.
The sword array rotated, setting off a tornado that shot straight into the sky. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the clear sky, and terrifying thunder and lightning, dragging their golden tails, struck straight down from the top of the clouds.
The long sword is inherently conductive, and with the force of the thunder, its power increases several times. He went straight towards Tang Zhiwu and killed him head on.
Tang Zhiwu's purple ice cone relied on the Tang Sect's poisonous power. Many masters who were much higher in cultivation than him were often killed by his hands without anyone noticing, which was frightening to hear.
Now, when he takes action with anger, it is naturally more poisonous and more powerful. Coupled with the Tang Sect's unparalleled Shou Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra Heart Method, it can be said to be even more powerful.
Two completely different forces suddenly converged in the air. After a moment of silence, there were sudden explosions, like a long string of firecrackers, one after another.
The lime caused by the explosion filled the air, covering up the two people fighting. For a while, everyone didn't know what the final result would be.
Lu Jingyuan also looked over eagerly, his eyes full of concern. This battle is of great importance and is directly related to the survival and death of these Shushan Sword Sect disciples.
