Zhuang Wenpeng was young, and when Zhao Chun became famous, he was just a fledgling junior in the sect. He had only heard of a few deeds of Sword Lord Zhaoyan, but his true form had already gone to the upper world, and there was little news in this world. .
But although he was a hidden person, he was particularly powerful and could intimidate a generation of sect disciples. He did not think that he would be an easy person to deal with.
It's a pity that Yuan Jirong is arrogant and arrogant because of his talent. Because he has established his Taoist heart early, he has great prestige in the Zai Ling Sect. Few of his disciples dare to disobey him. Zhuang Wenpeng, a righteous monk who has gone to seek refuge, Not to mention his intention.
Seeing Yuan Jirong winking and showing off, Zhao Chun felt no anger in his heart, but rather looked at the plaything. He asked Cui Yin beside him to step aside first, and then he called out the long sword and held it in his hand. He raised his sword, lowered his eyelids and said, "Your Excellency is in the wilderness. In such a remote and cold place, it is natural for you to be ignorant and ignorant... But after this day, I am afraid that you will not have a chance to remember me."
"Hmph, I'm not ashamed to say that." Yuan Jirong clicked his tongue and understood the meaning of Zhao Shun's words, with a disapproving smile on his face. The next moment he threw Yugui up, and saw a red light leaping into the air, and in an instant, several ghosts came out of it, They all rushed towards Zhao Shun.
This object is called the Blood Yin Valley Bi. It is a treasure that Yuan Jirong accidentally obtained in the ruins of an evil sect. It was later refined with blood essence and blood. In terms of power, it is not inferior to the level of the natal magic weapon, and the ghost inside it is even more powerful. It is refined from a living person, and those with pure spiritual roots and above must be put directly into their physical body. Only after all flesh, blood, muscles and bones have been eliminated can their soul be captured and refined into a spiritual and conscious ghost.
The stronger the monk's realm strength, the more outstanding the ghost shadow he can achieve. Zhaoyan Sword Lord is famous, and Yuan Jirong naturally covets him.
It's a pity that the evil spirits insist on killing this person, so Yuan Jirong has to give up no matter how greedy he is.
"Hmph, except for Zhao Chun, the other three disciples also look pretty good. I'll kill this woman first, and then take in the remaining three. I can still gain some strength, but It’s not like this trip was in vain!” As the ghost ran out, Yuan Jirong couldn’t control his greed again, and his eyes went straight to Zhou Woyun, Zhang Zhi and others, as if he wanted to slap them. The skin is like peeling off the bones, and it is very cold!
Seeing that he still had time to look at the others, Zhao Xun couldn't help but laugh. He then swung away the scabbard of his sword, letting out a burst of dazzling sword energy. In the blink of an eye, all the oncoming ghosts were destroyed. Moreover, the momentum of the sword energy was still raging. With a move of her mind, she struck at the Blood Yin Valley Bi. Everyone only heard the crisp sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang". The jade jade hanging in the air was actually shaken by the sword energy. The bloody light is extinguished!
Such a battle naturally brought Yuan Jirong's mind back. When he saw that the ghosts were gone, he felt a little regretful in his heart. However, he knew that the important matter at hand was important and he had to block Zhao Xuan, so he hurriedly pressed the button. After thinking about it, I drew out Dao Zhenyuan to stabilize Yu Gui first.
His blood-yin valley jade was in the Zai Ling Sect, and it was considered a coveted treasure. Naturally, it included more than just the method of summoning ghost shadows. Therefore, after the ghost shadows were dispersed by Zhao Chun, Yuan Jirong also fell. He didn't feel panic, he just rolled his eyes, pinched his sleeves with two fingers, and turned Yugui over in the air. At first, it was with the "Ghosts and Gods Night Tour" side facing up, but now it turned into a "sea of blood" Like life".
In an instant, the atmosphere around them seemed to have condensed. Several Fenxuan disciples who were watching around felt as if their whole bodies were being plunged into a thick layer of viscosity. Their hands and feet were sinking into iron and stone, making it difficult to move. There was also a drop in the Dantian. The feeling prevents the whole body's true energy from moving, let alone luck to control the enemy!
When Zhao Chun faced such a method, he felt that it was extremely magical in his heart. The effect of this thing was not only on the Dantian of the physical body. If there was no resistance, even the mind would begin to stagnate. In a situation of death, Yuan Jirong can indeed gain a lot of strength by relying on this method!
However, she is not worried about this. With two souls in her body, as long as it is not for the strong True Infant to come in person, the monks of the same level will not have any influence on her at all, let alone shake her mind.
Seeing that she was not moving, Yuan Jirong thought he had succeeded, and felt a little proud in his heart. He shook his sleeves and robe again, and threw out several rays of magic light in succession, revealing various types of magic weapons, and faced Zhao back and forth. The attack is coming.
The one leading the way is a flying knife that is four to five inches long. The blade is slightly curved, and a faint green light flashes on the blade. Just look at it.
One glance and you can tell that this thing is extremely poisonous!
Zhao Chun just stood where she was, waving her hand to throw up the long ember and pouring her spiritual consciousness into it. The sword spirit inside was connected with her mind. She had no fear in facing the evil cultivator. On the contrary, she was eager to try more. At this moment, she was urged by her spiritual consciousness. He moved and hit the flying knife directly.
As soon as the two objects connected, there was a loud rumbling sound. I saw that Chang Jin had not wavered even a little, but the flying knife had been shaken a hundred feet away. Looking at it, there was a striking gap on the blade, which extended to the back of the knife. , almost completely breaking it!
Later, another triangular flag exuding purple and green light followed the flying knife. Chang Jing's sword moved and tore the flag apart with invisible sharpness. After that, several magic weapons successively failed to escape this attack. The power of the heavenly sword!
While contending with many magic weapons, Chang Jin was getting closer and closer to Yuan Jirong. Seeing the sword edge coming towards his throat, Yuan Jirong's heart trembled. He had no time to lose the precious magic weapons and hurriedly took them away. The Blood Yin Gu Bi in the air was recalled in his hand, causing the blood light to form a barrier in front of him, trying to block the incoming black sword!
Chang Jin refused to dodge, and crashed directly into the layer of blood-colored light. He heard a loud bang in the sky and the earth, and the surrounding mountains shook violently. Yuan Jirong could only resist half a breath, and the layer of blood-colored light in front of him The barrier was completely shattered, and the Bloodyin Valley Bi swung uneasily in his hand, narrowly escaping from his hand!
The magical weapon was injured, and he himself was also shocked by this supreme determination. Yuan Jirong spat out blood with "Wow", and his hair stood on end in shock. He quickly ignited his true energy and evaded a hundred feet away!
Knowing that this distance was not that big for a sword cultivator, Yuan Jirong's eyes flashed with a look of cruelty, and he waved his hand and smashed the Blood Yin Valley Jade into pieces. Many ghosts cried out from it in an instant, and he swallowed it into his stomach again. His body suddenly swelled up several points, and a dark red blood shadow appeared around him, but Chang Jin was narrowly blocked.
Only then did he realize how powerful Zhao Chun was. When he raised his eyes, there was fear in his eyes. But Yuan Jirong also knew that facing the sword cultivator, all the escape methods were simply not enough. Now that he couldn't escape, the only way to survive was to kill Zhao Chun!
Yuan Jirong knew that there was no way to escape, so he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of rich blood-colored light, with a faint hint of black and red in it. Just looking at it with the naked eye, he felt it was extremely mysterious!
"Tao seed." Zhao Chun's heart moved, but his eyes showed some interest, and a novel thought suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.
