The two gods in the clouds walked side by side, sandwiching Xue Cuo in the middle.
Looking from a distance, I saw a group of giants in the clouds dragging maces, big-back knives, and killing sticks, wreaking havoc on the clouds.
Wherever he went, clouds surged, and the monks were frightened by the news.
Xue Cuo sat on the giant's shoulder, following the fox and the tiger. He was so small that he seemed to have a small tumor on the shoulder of the god in the clouds. He looked malnourished among the giants who were often five or six feet tall.
When the giant saw this, he was very disgusted. He opened his mouth and screamed in the wind, brought a wisp of cloud energy and gave it to Xue Cuo, feeding him as a malnourished little brother.
Xue Cuo couldn't eat it and quickly waved his hand.
The giant frowned, wondering how he would grow up if he didn't eat. Just as he was waiting for instructions to open his mouth, he suddenly heard a sword coming from the west.
The giant in the cloud at the front suddenly arched his back and charged forward with his mace in hand.
boom--
The long sword is like a rainbow.
The giant's charging movement paused, and a thin beam of light suddenly emerged from the back of his head. It was a crack, and a strong wind blew through the crack. The giant roared, and instantly turned into countless wisps of clouds and dissipated.
The expressions of the giants changed, and they took a few steps back, letting the smaller Yunzhongshen step back.
Yunzhongshen who was leading Xue Cuo was not tall, so he was blocked behind him. He could only stretch his head hard, stand up and look at the giant's head.
The giant roared twice and hid Xue Cuo in his mouth. After a while, Xue Cuo's head slowly stretched out from the passerby's ears and looked forward.
A young and beautiful boy clasped his right hand behind his back, with curly black hair, and held a green sword in his left hand: "Little Mao God, how dare you be so presumptuous?"
He raised his hand and pointed his sword at the gods: "Kneel down and beg me for mercy."
That young man was Zhuo Qingyuan. He followed the movement and chased the God in the Cloud, and naturally went on a killing spree.
The giant in the cloud beat the ground angrily, and a five-foot-tall giant with a dense cloud rushed out with a killing stick and slammed it down on Zhuo Qingyuan.
Zhuo Qingyuan stepped on the killing stick, ascended to the sky with a sword, and then swung out a sword like rain. The dense sword light was as dense as cow hair, and he chopped down the giant. The giant's head rolled with wind and turned into clouds and dispersed.
Zhuo Qingyuan couldn't help but smile scornfully: "You little furry gods, bereaved dogs, are the things we monks can sit on. We don't just collect two wisps of cloud energy, but I ask you to serve them personally, so what?"
The giants were furious and fought bravely to be the first, no matter how big or small, they rushed forward.
Zhuo Qingyuan was chased and intercepted by a group of giants carrying murderous weapons, and the killing was so violent that the clouds shook.
The sword in his hand was extremely extraordinary. When he swung the sword, it produced various phenomena of wind, thunder, rain, and snow, forcing the approaching giant back.
He is the direct bloodline of the elders of the Immortal Sect, and the Taoist Palace turned a blind eye to him entering with the spiritual treasure, so he is particularly confident.
"Hahaha, Xiao Cui, did you see it? These hairy gods are not worth mentioning. I will stand up for Dao Palace today."
Lang Cui, who was hiding in the dark, frowned slightly, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed twice.
Zhuo Qingyuan had a lot of treasures in his body, so he got up and cut off six arms, four heads and legs of a giant, and cut it into a stick shape for fun.
His red clothes were flying, his black hair was flowing, and he stepped on the giant's chest. The other giants threw rat traps and did not dare to move for a while: "Interesting, really interesting."
Zhuo Qingyuan suddenly had an idea: "Why don't you cut them all into this shape and put on bits, you will become a good mount."
The giants stared angrily. At this moment, Zhuo Qingyuan suddenly let out a sigh and said in surprise: "Junior Brother Rujie, are you here too?"
A young man in black, carrying an ancient sword on his back, walked calmly across the battlefield and came to Zhuo Qingyuan.
He had black hair and black eyes, a thin figure, and didn't like to smile. Zhuo Qingyuan pulled him and said with a smile: "Brother Rujie, let me give you a mount."
Gu Ruhui glanced at the clay sculpture-like giant in the clouds. His body was mutilated and leaky, somewhat similar to when he was a child.
But these giants were too weak after all.
If you are too weak, you will be enslaved or killed. It will make no difference whether you are a human or a god in the clouds.
He glanced at it: "Thank you, senior brother, but I don't need it. Swordsman only wields a sword."
Zhuo Qingyuan swung his sword, forcing back the attacking giant, and advised him: "Don't, eh, junior brother, you are not old, why are you so deep, this is not good. Come on, come on, I will play with you, you also let me see you I saw the Tianyi swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal."
Gu Rujie frowned lightly: "What's the fun in killing indiscriminately? If I take action, I won't leave anyone alive."
Zhuo Qingyuan smiled and said: "Well, Gu Rujie, I am extremely talented. I have been cultivated by immortals and blessed with heavy treasures, so I can be on par with the Little Mao God. You were born as a mortal and have only been building a realm for a few days, but you said this. Come on. Come on, if you don’t let me open your eyes today, I really won’t let you go!”
Seeing Zhuo Qingyuan's rogue appearance, Gu Ruhui said: "Then I will only use one sword."
Zhuo Qingyuan said: "One sword? What a big statement, but I like it. Someone like you is suitable to be a disciple of the Sword Immortal. I don't think that person named Xue is a weapon. He is wasting the inheritance of the Sword Immortal!"
Gu Rujie: "He is too weak to deserve it. Master, he is very strong."
Zhuo Qingyuan laughed loudly: "Okay, I'm also happy to compete with you to see who can kill a god with one sword!"
The giants in the clouds still need to form groups to fight against the monks who built the environment. Facing the protection of heavy treasures and the younger brother of the Sword Immortal, they can only retreat continuously.
When the giants saw that something was not going well, the big giant took the lead in fighting, and asked the smaller giant to run away.
The giant who led Xue Cuo also wanted to fight. He roared twice and condensed the cloud energy into a solid body.
"I'll do this!"
Zhuo Qingyuan flew forward in advance, and a ray of sword energy flew out, trying to chop off the giant with one arm.
There was a small cloud man on the giant's shoulder, it was Xue Cuo. At this time, his little face was tense and expressionless.
The sword energy was coming, and the giant couldn't resist it, so Zhuo Qingyuan stepped forward.
Suddenly.
Xue Cuo suddenly pointed his fingers together, and three talismans flew out from behind him.
"Xie!"
boom--
A huge dazzling fire burst out, forming a terrifying ball, and huge flame birds flew out, grabbing their wings and flying out in a hurry.
Zhuo Qingyuan suddenly encountered Sanyang Kaitai, and was caught off guard. The scorching sun, with its obscure and ancient charm, burned away his black hair, eyebrows, and clothes, leaving him as smooth as an egg.
Zhuo Qingyuan was horrified, what was that? So scary?
Talisman?
No, no, is it a formation?
These gods in the clouds are indeed despicable!
The other cloud giants turned around and saw that the clouds on the tall giant and a small cloud man were evaporated by the talisman, leaving only a little on the chest.
The villain is white and fat, with black hair and eyes. He is obviously a baby.
But not a cloud!
Xue Cuo stared at them.
Giants, look at me, and I look at you. Xue Cuo couldn't see his cloud energy dissipating. He shuddered, opened the giant's mouth to hide it, and hid inside, revealing only a pair of eyes.
giant:……
The giant blocked Gu Rujie's view and he did not see Xue Cuo.
Gu Rujie slowly drew out his sword. This was the first time he drew his sword after entering the immortal gate.
When he was still in the mortal world, he used it countless times, each time to kill enemies, enemies, villains, and opponents.
The sword is not a killing weapon. The sword is a gentleman and a friend and should be cherished.
Who would let a friend get angry just to kill someone?
Gu Ruhui didn't know how. His sword skills were honed through killing. The sword gave him a chance to survive, so he cherished the sword.
The master gave him a chance to be a good man, so he believed in him.
Zhuo Qingyuan was his friend. When his friend was injured, Gu Ruhui had a reason to draw his sword.
He walked forward silently, facing his enemy who was much taller than him.
"I will kill you."
he announced calmly.
The giant was silent, his eyes were like clay sculptures, only lines, and the lines were blinking, without any emotion.
His mouth was open, and there was a little cloud man inside, looking at Gu Ruhui from the distance.
Gu Rujie didn't recognize him, and Xue Cuo didn't wave again, calling him Brother Gu.
Xue Cuo thought to himself that he would never be able to learn the twelve moves of the Heavenly Sword, but Gu Rujie could.
Gu Ruhui drew his sword, the breeze passed by, and Xue Cuo could only see an afterimage of Gu Ruhui.
powerful.
Very strong.
Brother Ren Shu also uses a sword, but his Zodiac Spirit Sword is like a child's toy compared to this sword.
However, it was not Ren Shu who faced Gu Rujie's sword, but Xue Cuo.
The light of the sword is like killing.
Suddenly, a colorful mist rose up all around, and the sea-blue tide turned into an endless swamp. In the swamp, the bright stars were reflected, covering up the brilliance of the moon.
"The stars cover the moon."
The sword energy broke through the Dao phenomenon of stars covering the moon.
"Nature is wonderful, kind and strict in responding to the Tao of Daze Goddess——"
Countless stars are flowing in the vast swamp, and there is a faint shadow of a beautiful girl. She rests her head on the rudder of the boat and smiles.
Although Xue Cuo called him to bless the talisman, his hair stood up inexplicably and his scalp was about to explode.
The sword light paused and disappeared invisibly.
Gu Rujie fell from mid-air and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his eyes and looked at the giant in the cloud.
Shut up, giant in the clouds, and run wildly.
The other giants followed closely behind, gliding away quickly.
Gu Ruhui wiped away the blood from his lips, and suddenly heard a sickly cough. A piece of clean clothes fell in front of his eyes, and he raised his eyes. Lang Cui covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looked at him and Zhuo Qingyuan, and murmured: "My calculations were wrong, it wasn't Zhuo Jianzui who vomited blood, but it's okay... it didn't stain my shoes."
Lang Cui showed a satisfied smile.
On the other side, the giant in the cloud fled and hid deep in the clouds.
One of the giants sprayed a small dot from his nose, and the small cloud man landed on the cloud and got up.
The giant frowned, pressed the little cloud man on the cloud head with his fingers, and rubbed it gently.
Xiaoyun people "faded".
The clouds covering Xue Cuo were rubbed away, revealing his true face. Xue Cuo froze, took two steps back, and retreated to the corner.
Seven or eight giants were like mountains, with fierce eyes and eager eyes.
Xue Cuo pinched the talisman paper with his fingers, preparing the wind-controlling talisman to be blown away by the wind.
One of the tallest giants suddenly knelt down on one knee and said sadly in a pure and low human accent: "Daze Goddess Empress - Daze Goddess Empress, I finally remembered, Empress - the little god actually forgot - - Forgot for more than ten thousand years - Empress..."
Those eyes with only lines revealed reminiscence and yearning, and they suddenly shed billowing clouds, like tears.
The giant tiger's eyes were filled with tears, and white clouds fell one after another.
Those white clouds are naughty and smart, gathering together and turning into a round and rolling cloud with a small tail.
The clouds circled around Xue Cuo and suddenly split into two, one on the left and one on the right, clustered around Xue Cuo's two flower buds.
The giant wiped his eyes, raised his head slowly, and said to Xue Cuo in a low voice: "As the saying goes, the magic hand is short, little man, I..."
Xue Cuo raised his eyes: "I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you right away."
Giant: "I will have a good relationship with you."
