In the hanging mirror, the girl's figure was like electricity, and the moment her long hair swept past her beautiful eyebrows, the sword light erupted ferociously and ruthlessly. The man holding the silver gun gradually lost the initiative under this sudden suppression.
"Well, this girl is quite smart. How do you say that martial arts in the world are unbreakable?" On the other side of the light ball, the man who was watching the battle above the stratosphere with the young man looked very interested.
"But are those moves of hers serious? The swordsmanship and spells are all very basic. Hey, hey, if a Crane Shadow Feihong had outflanked him just now and struck him with a falling blade, the male cultivator would have died."
The young man smiled bitterly in his heart, she must be able to do Crane Shadow, Feihong and Falling Blade Slash.
Looking at her posture, it doesn't look like she has cultivated to the Nascent Soul step by step. In a life-and-death matter like fighting, how could she be using these basic techniques from beginning to end if she didn't have no confidence in more advanced tactics?
So, how long has she been here and why was she sent here?
"Speaking of it, times have really changed. It's been almost ten thousand years since I ascended. This is the first time I've encountered a cultivator of heaven who puts the heavy responsibility of breaking the situation into the hands of a woman." The man in the ear was thoughtful,
"I think you'd better not choose her. This girl is so awkward in fighting with monks of the same realm. I really don't see any potential in her for a great job."
"Don't tell me that you don't see anything fishy about that male cultivator. There is a hidden difference between the soul and the body. He is a reborn warrior. His previous cultivation level was at least Mahayana or above." The young man's eyes never left. Xuan Guangjing, he was not surprised by this guy's prejudice against girls. He referred to her as "girl" and when he addressed men, he said "male cultivator". After all, he is an old antique who rose to prominence in an era when women were not allowed to cultivate themselves. It is not surprising that he has narrow ideas.
"Besides, how can you be sure that she is the Game Breaker?" He pretended not to care, "I just said that I sensed the resonance of the Game Breaker in the sky above the clouds, but there are two people here now, aren't there?"
"Oh." The other party smiled. He was really too smart, and he was not tempted by himself at all. "Then you have a conclusion now."
"Rong Pindao, let's keep watching." The young man returned to a distant tone. He looked at the male cultivator on the screen, his eyes slowly darkening.
Indeed, this is the person. In the data flow returned from the heart-asking barrier that day, the young man felt the same mana trajectory as what he saw now.
To be able to restart the Questioning Heart Barrier, this person's formation skills must be quite high; the cultivation level of the Mahayana period, the military solution, and now it has been re-cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, unlike what people imagine, the great masters who do it all over again are actually often There are even more bottlenecks encountered in cultivation. After all, one's physical body has been destroyed, and the re-condensed body is often not adapted to the soul. The running-in of the two takes a long time, and accidents are very easy to occur. . What's more, if you are just one step away from reaching heaven, but are forced to do it all over again, normal people will have more or less reluctance, and even overwhelming hatred. Resentment, hate, and hatred are all prerequisites for the emergence of inner demons.
It takes a long time to condense the entity, which is unavoidable. Five hundred years is the norm; it will also take at least two hundred years to grind the soul and flesh and reshape the spiritual roots. This male cultivator is thoughtful and has a deep city. He is a first-class person. Let's assume that he is the kind of person who has excellent understanding and has a relatively smooth journey. However, his expression is gloomy, his hatred is too great and his obsession is too deep. It can be seen that he is quite disturbed by inner demons. He has cultivated to the Nascent Soul. Period, at least at least, it will take about three hundred years.
Then he is a ghost from a thousand years ago. During the Mahayana period when Bingjie died a thousand years ago, he had several candidates swirling in his mind, and some speculations slowly emerged.
In fact, he himself is not very sure which one is the breaker. But because I was a game-breaker myself, we can only have vague and unstable resonance with each other.
It now seems that such resonance must have certain conditions. For example, now, they all use a large amount of their own spiritual power in the stratosphere. The release of the spiritual power flow probably inspired this kind of resonance. It's a pity that the two are fighting each other, and the two spiritual powers are so intertwined that it is difficult to distinguish them.
However, at this moment, the scene in the hanging mirror suddenly changed
"Being pulled out of the clouds." The person on the other side of the light ball also looked at the hanging mirror in surprise. He realized that the male cultivator finally planned to use his spiritual consciousness to "bully the small with the big". As an outsider, he was just talking about things that had nothing to do with him at the moment.
"Oh, the little girl is still too indecisive. Even a moment of confusion in a life-and-death struggle will cost you your soul. Wait, whatever you want to do, come back to me."
However, the young man had already jumped out of the window. The moment his consciousness was released, the blue wind turned into huge wings and spread out behind him. He quickly rose into the air and hugged the falling girl with his arms.
Rong Tong raised her head. From this angle, she could only see the curvature of his face from bottom to top. She didn't know if it was because her mind was still a little confused. He was obviously an ordinary-looking man. Under the brightening sky, Here, every inch of his silhouette gives people a sense of grand beauty.
"Zhang Daoyou," she whispered with some uncertainty.
"Yes." He responded to her, raising his head and looking at the man in a moon-white gown in the sky in front of him.
Bai Ruomo was also stunned. The silver rod had returned to his hand. He was holding the weapon, but he couldn't move his hand.
"Ah Chao"
The name he thought about day and night softly escaped from his lips. He suddenly closed his eyes hard, and suddenly opened them again. In front of him was the slender young man who shed blood and tears looking at him. For a moment, he turned into This man with a raw face. Bai Ruomo's face was pale, and his posture was somewhat shaky in a daze.
The young man's ears naturally heard his ravings, and he could basically determine the identity of this person in an instant.
What a surprise, he originally built a tomb for the original owner, the young man who died tragically. Regardless of whether he came to this world voluntarily or not, the body of the original owner gave him, a wandering and lonely soul in another world, a place to stay. He owed the deceased a favor and always had to repay it, so he made a great wish in front of the tomb: If the murderer of your original owner is still alive, then I will kill him for you, and you should repay it with your own hands. Take revenge.
Therefore, although Tianshan Snow was destroyed by the Silver Armor Army, he naturally also secretly played a role in the collapse of the building. Of course, it was not just for the original body. If the old is not gone, the new will not come. Kunlun, a fledgling company, wants to develop. , this is the only way.
Unexpectedly, this is a wildfire that has rekindled. Then the ambition he made back then was not fulfilled. So should he find a way to completely wipe this person out in the future?
Tsk, that’s really troublesome
In his arms, Rong Tong also saw something was wrong with Bai Ruomo.
"He is"
"He wanted to use his consciousness to contaminate you, but I pushed him back. It was the inner demon hidden deepest in his heart, so it would be easy to turn him back." The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the thin man with a confused face. man,
"But his consciousness is so powerful that it won't take long for him to wake up. So, can you still move?"
"Ah ah" Rong Tong was at a loss at first, then suddenly reacted and rolled out of the young man's arms in embarrassment. This difficult and twisted posture made the young man stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he wrapped his arms around Already empty. The bun was half loose, and the girl with frizzy hair was floating in the air, arranging her hair in a hurry.
"I mean, you don't have much time now." The young man put down his hand helplessly and somewhat amusedly.
"You have only two choices now, either escape immediately while the remaining time is available, or seize the opportunity to deal with him."
Rong Tong's hand combing his hair stopped at the ends of his hair, "You"
"I have my own reasons, so I can't attack him directly." The young man shook his head. The Immortal Official was not allowed to attack the game-breaker. Since Rong Tong's safety had been initially guaranteed, there was no need for him to gamble again before the identity of the game-breaker could be determined. Done.
"Some of the seven elders have already noticed the movement. In less than half a quarter of an hour at most, this place will be fully covered by the spiritual consciousness of the Mahayana stage or above." And this was the time he delayed by using the false sound of spiritual consciousness that he had prepared.
"What about you?" Before the final question was over, a gust of wind suddenly passed by in front of his eyes. The girl soared up, the sword light scorching her eyes, and her spiritual energy poured towards the moon-white figure.
