"Now that we are all here, we are not afraid of making mistakes. She wants to take the opportunity to practice a bit, and then she can fight against Baihua Fairy in a while."
Ling Qing stopped arguing with Zhu Guang and turned to look at the battle.
I saw nine rainbows hanging in the sky in a circle surrounded by a bright yellow sand river.
It manifests the appearance of nine musical instruments such as bell, harp, harp, harp, flute, harp, drum, harp, and 攔, and plays a piece of music that is unparalleled in the world.
Next to him, a woman in white clothes with fluttering black hair sang and danced, chanted and sang.
The ethereal music made the turbid yellow water on the opposite side jingle uncontrollably.
The artistic conception of all kinds of sufferings flowing like a river has gradually transformed into the artistic conception of Jiushao Tianyin's great virtue and beauty.
Almost all the foundations of the sword array had been changed, and the eight Bamboo Protectors had no choice but to hold on to the sword art to support it.
The pain in their hearts can be said to be the most painful part of this bitter stream and sword formation.
The sky is booming, the rhythm is getting more and more exciting, the chanting is crisp and clear, and the artistic conception is getting more and more ethereal.
As Tian Ying twisted a sword and buckled it fiercely, a scraping sound sounded. .
The remaining eight sword qi, the sonic sword qi that had been accumulated for a long time, suddenly exploded and slashed straight at the eight suffering protectors.
Just hearing the sound of Weng's voice, the Bitter Water Sword Formation collapsed like a rotten stone, and the bitter water accumulated in it recoiled and poured into the body of the eight suffering protectors.
The faces of the eight people suddenly turned sallow and sallow, and their expressions looked as if they had eaten ten pounds of coptis in one go.
There is a kind of entanglement and resentment of life and death, sickness, old age, pain and weakness, no love, no resentment, no anger, and no death.
Ling Qing stretched out his hand, and the nine-curved yellow sand formation rolled up the eight people, pressing them together with the three elders and the Yinhan Sword Master under the Qing Que.
After the Yuansha gourd, she smiled and said to Tian Ying who came back.
"Junior sister has made great progress."
Zhang Zhe and Zhu Guang also congratulated each other.
"Senior brothers are so complimentary."
After experiencing this great victory in the battle, Tian Ying's body was filled with heroic energy and faint evil aura.
Apparently, he has completely wiped out the weak spirit he had developed in school, showing off his swordsmanlike style.
She is not an indecisive or pretentious woman.
I remember when I faced the smelly zombies, I could pry the zombies' teeth with a knife without changing my expression.
Furthermore, if she was really a arrogant person, how could Senior Brother Xie, who had a heroic temperament, be so fond of her?
It’s not because you have a self-like temperament that you love the house and the bird.
"My brother isn't done yet?"
Tian Ying undressed, knelt down on the ground, picked up a piece of fruit and looked towards Tian Yong.
Previously, Fuyun Sou saw that he lost three thousand cloud bamboo swords, and in the blink of an eye, someone also took away the green gauze tent, the treasure of the Sect.
Suddenly I felt very angry.
Seeing Tian Yong coming with the light of the Qi sword, he waved his hand and shot out a golden light to greet him.
"Little thief, I will fight with you!"
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The golden light collided with Tian Yong's sword light, making a series of golden sounds.
The two sides fought for only a few rounds, and Tian Yong gradually suppressed them.
Zhu Guang and Zhang Zhe, who were skimming the formation, saw clearly that it was a three-foot-long golden bamboo sword.
After a few rounds, Fu Yunsou's Golden Bamboo Sword gradually became weak and swayed left and right after being slashed by Tian Yong.
Seeing that something was wrong, Fu Yunsou no longer hesitated and hurriedly struck out the nine-mouthed bloody bamboo sword that was in his hand and ready to plot against him.
"Well done!"
Tian Yong had long been prepared for this sneak attack. With a flash of sword light, he sensed the aura of the nine-mouthed blood bamboo sword with the soul-chasing blood evil attached to the sword light.
A golden light flashed past, and only a crackling sound was heard.
The blood of the Nine-mouthed Blood Bamboo Sword converged, revealing the blood-red sword body, and fell towards the bamboo sea below.
Zhang Zhe, who was on the side, still released a giant clam wheel to collect it.
Fu Yunsou couldn't help it. He snorted coldly, recalled the Golden Bamboo Sword to his side, and performed a set of sword skills like bamboo swaying in the wind.
This set of sword tactics is called Bamboo Sea to Set the Wind and Waves, which means the wind blows in the bamboo sea and the waves rise and the wind stops.
No matter how powerful Tian Yong is at that moment, he can always release three points of his strength when he comes.
Then he used his powerful magic power and the hard and tough characteristics of the golden bamboo to bounce Tian Yong's sword light more than ten feet away.
One of the two had profound swordsmanship and Taoist origins; the other had profound magic power and advanced realm. For a moment, neither could do anything, and the other was in a stalemate.
If it is a battle of magic weapons, as long as the principle of mutual restraint is found, it can be easily broken.
However, this battle of Daoxing and magic power must be done in a real way, and it will be worn away bit by bit.
Tian Yong is proficient in sword skills and has rich combat experience, but this is because he is not in the realm of magic power.
After all, Fu Yunsou is no longer a heretic. Since he can cultivate to human immortality, there will not be a fatal flaw.
Even if there are conflicting means, if it is not specially prepared, it will not happen by chance.
Fu Yunsou was naturally unable to compete with Tian Yong in terms of swordsmanship, but compared with Taoism and magic power, Tian Yong could not compare with his long-term cultivation and accumulation.
However, Tian Yong was not in a hurry and took this opportunity to hone his sword skills.
A Sword Immortal in the Human Immortal Realm, although the opponent is taking the path of sword formation, he still has merits.
Such an opponent is not something you can encounter casually.
But he was not in a hurry, but Fu Yunsou couldn't help but be anxious.
Thinking that he was a master of the sect, a senior in the Immortal Realm, was actually used as a sword-testing stone by a junior, how could he bear this?
"Disciples of Zhushan Cult, set up the formation!"
Fu Yunsou saw that he could not win after a long battle, and Tian Yong became more courageous as he fought, so he did not want to delay it any longer.
He planned to teach his disciples to set up a formation of ten thousand bamboo swords, and kill several people by piercing their hearts with ten thousand swords in one fell swoop.
"Disciples of Zhushan Cult, set up the formation!"
"Disciples of Zhushan Cult, set up the formation!"
However, he called out several times, but no one answered.
He immediately activated his magic power, vibrated the golden bamboo sword, and pushed Tian Yong several feet away.
This sight made him couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
At the beginning, when he used the Bamboo Sea Wind and Wave, he could easily knock Tian Yong away by more than ten feet.
However, this was only a short time, and even if he used 100% of his mana, he could only shake it a few feet away.
If it had been a while longer, would this swordsmanship have been broken by him?
However, the people behind him didn't respond for a long time, which made him uneasy, and he didn't dare to think too much, so he took this opportunity to distract himself and look.
However, he found that his elders, protectors, and disciples were all suppressed under a blue cloud.
A sapphire-like gate stands above the blue clouds.
The four people who came with this little thief were sitting in the theater watching the show leisurely, and they couldn't help but feel shocked and angry.
What is shocking is that in this short period of time, everyone in the Hejiao family has been taken advantage of.
What made him angry was that he had let a group of juniors serve the food, and he was helpless at this time.
It's just that he was so frightened and angry at this moment that he forgot that there was another opponent opposite him.
Seeing that he was distracted for a moment, Tian Yong suddenly used the sword technique.
In an instant, like a thunderbolt, a bolt of lightning exploded, winding out a path of light and slashing towards Fu Yunsou.
This electric light seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. It only touched the Golden Bamboo Sword lightly and bounced it away.
Taking advantage of the situation, it flashed past Fu Yunsou's neck.
Fu Yunsou slowly turned around, but only saw a trace of remaining sword light.
"ah!!!"
Feeling the raging sword energy in his body and the vitality leaking from his neck, he roared violently and opened his mouth suddenly to spit out his true energy.
But before he could make any move, he felt a bloodthirsty and soul-devouring evil spirit swallowing up all his essence and blood.
Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard thunder rolling in his ears, shaking him to pieces.
At this point, the Zhushan Sect, which dominated southern Xinjiang, disappeared just because it offended a swordsman.
