Boom, boom, boom!
The ape-sou stepped on the ground, and with each step he took, his figure grew taller.
The effect of the foreign wine spreads through the blood to the limbs and bones, the muscles swell rapidly, dense hair with black background and white tips grows all over the body, and even the bones of the face are distorted and deformed, tending to be ape-like.
This kind of monkey wine, brewed from special fruits and the blood of various monsters, can give people power like monsters in a short period of time.
There is only one insignificant side effect - once used in excess, the "enhancing" effect will be irreversible, and the human will be completely transformed into a demon.
But at the moment of life and death, it is really not suitable to care so much.
The old man circulated his Qi sea desperately, allowing the demonic aura to permeate his whole body.
The long sword in his hand no longer clings to the sword light, but instead burns with dark and dark demonic energy. With a casual wave, all the trees along the way were cut off and burned.
On the other side of the iron chain cage, Ghost Spade has completely turned into a demon.
The huge mouth in his abdomen had swallowed his entire torso in reverse.
Under the neck, there are flesh and blood organs, sarcomas, and lumps covered with sharp teeth. Just looking at it can keep people awake at night.
The only two parts that could still be called human were his head and the left hand holding the frost knife.
According to the most deviant theories among some hidden sects in the former Sui Dynasty,
Aliens are the things closest to the concept of [cultivation].
Aliens are nurtured by heaven and earth, and have all kinds of incredible and wonderful effects.
Humans develop the sea of qi, tap the potential of spiritual veins, and introduce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body circulation. In essence, they are imitating aliens and trying to use acquired efforts to achieve the innate effects of aliens.
Imitation is always imperfect. Because of this, people can never be "close" to heaven and earth like aliens.
Unless...let go of human flaws and choose to merge with the alien.
Click click click——
The sharp teeth on the surface of the huge mouth were meshing and colliding unconsciously, greedily absorbing the free spiritual energy.
If we say that the process of a monk using the Qi Sea Spiritual Vein to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like drinking water.
So at this moment, the ghost shovel is using a water tanker to pour buckets of water into its belly.
This feeling is so intoxicating, lingering, and intoxicating.
It was as if at this moment, he had crossed the threshold of Zhuxiao and was capable of anything.
"die!"
The ghost shovel roared fiercely, and the frost knife in his hand burst into sparkling light due to the huge amount of spiritual power poured into it.
Even the rust stains that could not be removed were smashed together.
Wherever the sword light touched, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.
Litter leaves, humus soil, and even insects living in the soil are frozen into ice sculptures. It reflects a translucent shimmer in the moonlight.
The two Zhuxiao monks who were forced into a desperate situation, burst out of power at the critical moment of life and death, directly changing the landscape and environment of this area.
The demonic flames on the left are surging into the sky, and countless trees are burning in the demonic energy.
On the right side was a world of ice and snow, and everything three feet underground was frozen.
Lian Xuanxiao's eyes reflected these two completely different scenes.
He took a breath and sighed.
This sigh contains regret that Yuan Sou and Gui Spade are so talented and beautiful, but they chose to embark on the path of demonic cultivation.
There are also emotions about fate.
He hasn't made a serious move for a long, long time.
As the head of the academy, there are very few situations where he needs to draw his sword to face the enemy.
There are very few things that are worthy of him drawing his sword.
The world only knows Lian Xuanxiao as "Fu Jian Wushuang", but there are not many old friends who have actually seen that scene, and even fewer and fewer.
The old memories of being high-spirited when I was young, wearing bright clothes, angry horses and fighting swords all over the world, surged into my mind.
The laughter of boys and girls seemed to ring in my ears.
Lian Xuanxiao smiled a little nostalgically and sadly,
He placed his palm casually on the hilt of the sword and waved it forward.
call out--
This sword has no skills at all.
It's like a child who saw a straight stick on the road and suddenly took the stick in his hand and swept it around.
If someone else were to practice it, the sword masters who taught swordsmanship in Chang'an City would definitely give an unkind evaluation of "weakness in holding the sword, loose steps, and slow reaction".
Politely advise, point out that the swordsman has no talent, and stop practicing the sword.
However,
The faces of the two men, Ape Old Man and Ghost Spade, who had already rushed within a hundred steps, changed wildly.
All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him seemed to be drawn into a whirlpool, sweeping towards Lian Xuanxiao's sword crazily.
All spiritual energy is moving and flowing with the blade.
The solid rock formations that were firmly frozen by the frost knife's effect burst open like paper.
The ice layer mixed with fallen leaves, dead branches, insects, and soil,
Whole pieces lifted up and flew,
Eventually it disintegrated in the air.
One sword, only one sword,
A deep ravine more than ten meters deep opened in the ground, extending from the ground beneath your feet to the end of the dense forest.
The ghost spade and the ape old man are shot away as fast as they come.
The two of them rolled and fell deep into the jungle, scraping two long and narrow marks on the ground. They relied on Zhuxiao's cultivation to barely stabilize their balance.
The surface of Yuansou's ape-like body is covered with deep bloodstains.
Blood gurgled out and dripped to the ground, exuding the aroma of wine.
But he had no intention of paying attention to the injuries on his body. His palms kept shaking and he said sharply: "Heavenly Sword?! How is that possible!"
Lian Xuanxiao's playful sword strike just now mobilized all the spiritual energy of the world around him.
It was clearly the legendary swordsman who had passed away and once demonstrated his wonderful swordsmanship while drunk.
Use human will to communicate with heaven and earth, and wield a sword on behalf of heaven.
With one swing, he and the ghost shovel were knocked away - knocked away, not killed.
Lian Xuanxiao never thought of killing himself, this sword was more like...
More like...
The old man racked his brains, but he didn't know that it was the effect of the monkey wine that made his brain slow down.
Or did he instinctively not want to use those insulting words?
I don’t know how to describe it in a short period of time.
"Heavenly Sword? Ha, no."
Lian Xuanxiao smiled slightly and said, "Take a closer look."
He stepped lightly on the ground, rose up erratically, and struck out with another sword in the distance.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together again and turned into a roaring wind,
Yuansou subconsciously put his arms in front of him and raised his head to fight against the majestic sword energy falling from the sky.
Boo hoo hoo——
Wisps of ethereal spiritual energy and strong winds easily cut through the skin strengthened by monkey wine.
This caused hundreds of tiny wounds to appear on the Yuansou's body.
No, not sword intent.
Yuansou finally realized that before he went crazy, Taibai Sword Immortal had a free and easy temperament and was keen on making friends and traveling around.
He is obviously a Zhuxiao cultivator, but he doesn't have the airs of a great cultivator.
He would even demonstrate his sword skills to his mortal friends after drinking.
With exquisite swordsmanship, he carved poems he found occasionally on the rock walls of mountains, forests, and restaurants and pavilions.
For many years, there have been rumors that the sword immortal integrated all his lifelong learning into these "sword poems".
People continue to go to various places to collect, make rubbings, and copy poems, trying to understand the handed down sword intention of Taibai Sword Immortal.
As a swordsman, Yuansou once joined in the fun.
He was not sure how much worth learning there was in the so-called "sword poetry".
But he was certain that Lian Xuanxiao's sword was completely different from that of the Sword Immortal.
"This is not sword intention, but... wind talisman..."
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