The wind blew the robes of the four people loudly.
Immediately, Ying Wuque was shocked to find that a strand of hair fell inexplicably from his forehead, and Jiang Zhiyun, the second elder of the Forging Knife Hall, also pulled it behind him at this moment!
At the same time, Ying Tianhong, who looked solemn, slashed angrily forward!
This sword cut through the void, making people feel breathless. When the light of the sword suddenly appeared, it had dispersed all the mist coming out of the surroundings, and the shocking sword light that was drawn in the air even forced out the sword hidden in the wind. Figure!
This move is the first Tianwen sword in the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques. It has no upper and lower shapes, so how can it be tested?
It was also at the moment when that figure appeared, the breeze blowing by was like a violent giant wave, and under the traces it passed, there were traces of knife aura that were not easy to detect!
When the huge waves hit, they formed an unrivaled storm of swords!
Eight methods of imitating shapes·Flying across the river!
boom--!
When two extremely powerful sword techniques collide, two powerful sword forces rise up!
At this moment, the dust was flying, and all the buildings shrouded in the sword light were destroyed. In the sudden sand and fog, the four Ying Tianhongs still stood on the same spot, their eyes all looking at the figure in front of them.
"Feng Mo."
Ying Tianhong took a deep breath. Even with his wealth, he could not hide the shock in his eyes at this moment.
Having regarded Wangyou Ghost City as a formidable enemy early in the morning, he had naturally clearly investigated the information on the people around Qin Fan, and the information about the man in front of him who had fought against his son had already been piled up in his intelligence library. .
But they were all wrong.
Just from the exchange of blows just now, Ying Tianhong knew that all the information could be invalidated. At this time, he wished he could hang the elder of the Forging Sword Hall who investigated the information!
"How can it be!"
What was more difficult to accept than Ying Tianhong was Ying Wuque. He had known that he had stepped into a trap before, and although he was nervous, he was not so excited.
But now the red sleeve knife in his hand began to tremble slightly.
Ying Wuque's eyes widened, and he carefully identified the man in front of him who was dressed in black and had a stern appearance. His eyes focused on the blade he held in front of him.
The knife is slightly shorter, the blade is inky black, and there is a hint of silver light on the blade, reflecting the cold moonlight, just like a noble man wearing a long black dress, drinking in the moonlight.
At this moment, he subconsciously blurted out:
"What a handsome knife."
In hindsight, he remembered what Feng Mo had said when he saw his Dusk Drizzle Red Hidden Knife when he fought against him.
【Your knife is beautiful. 】
Yes, only a true swordsman will praise a knife with the purest emotion.
His eyes now are similar to Feng Mo's at that time. There is no so-called greed and desire, but there is a kind of appreciation of a swordsman seeing a peerless sword.
He should have thought of it long ago...
But Feng Mo, who was standing alone in front of the four people, said nothing. His body was slightly bowed, and when the short knife was hanging across his chest, strong winds surged around him, and the roaring tornado struck directly at the target he was looking at!
At the same time, I saw Feng Mo stepping with his right foot, and the air wave aroused surged forward. His elegant movement turned into an afterimage, and at the moment when it swept up into the sky, the swift and fierce sword light was hidden in the wind and sand. Attack Ying Tianhong's neck!
Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!
The rapidly changing pace and scattered figures turned into a storm everywhere!
Small broken knife step - step to kill·broken dream!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the two figures escaped from the sight of the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace, Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque at an extremely fast speed!
All they could faintly notice was that the power of the two terrifying swords was constantly increasing!
"Senior, Elder Jiang, aren't you going to help father?"
Ying Wuque's eyes were filled with extreme desire. He wanted to witness this battle with his own eyes. At this moment, he even forgot about his own situation.
He just felt that as a swordsman, if he could not see this peak battle among swordsmen, it would be the thing he regretted most in his life!
At the same time, he also knew that with his strength, he was not even qualified to watch the battle...
The moment the flying rocks strayed into the fighting range between the two, they turned into dissipated powder. Ying Wuque knew very well that if he rushed forward recklessly, the same result would be the same.
He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that before he saw the confrontation between the two, he would be chopped into pieces by the overflowing sword energy.
You can hear the excitement in Ying Wuque's words, which can even be said to be desperate fanaticism.
The Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at each other and shook their heads.
Then the two of them did not explain to Ying Wuque, but began to exchange the intelligence information they had just discovered.
"There is a layer of enchantment here. It is constantly weakening our mental power, and at the same time, it also catalyzes a poisonous gas to attach to our bodies. Once we are injured, we will be eroded by this poisonous power."
The Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace took out a medicine bottle, took one pill himself first, and then poured out two pills and handed them to Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque.
Jiang Zhiyun got the pill, looked at it carefully, swallowed it directly, and then said:
"Just now, I used my mental power to turn into a thought blade, and when the hall master was fighting with Feng Mo, I struck directly into the sky, but it was erased by an invisible barrier.
This cannot be resisted by the barrier you mentioned. I suspect that there is a stronger defensive barrier or a trap formation outside this barrier!
And our enemies..."
When he said these words, Jiang Zhiyun and the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace suddenly held their breaths and looked solemnly in the direction where the fog was gathering again.
[Jue Yin steps on the corpse mountain, the past is like an illusion; the lonely weeping and sad shadow falls into the cold water, and there is no life in Nirvana. 】
The moment the poem trumpet sounded, a violent sword energy, like a giant flaming dragon, angrily hit the location of the three of them!
"This power...I'll do it!"
The Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace knew that he had to take action, because this extremely strong sword energy can only be blunted by using feminine skills to neutralize it!
Immediately, the great elder's body was filled with true energy, and his skin was like dead wood at this moment!
At the same time, a shield of Gangqi burst out from his body. When it collided with the sword light, 70% of its strength had been dissolved, and the remaining 30% was crushed by the great elder with his bare hands!
"I heard that the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace eliminated all the hidden dangers in the "Withered Wood Magic" of the earth level and improved it to the heaven level. Now it seems that it is indeed extraordinary."
[The Dead Wood Magic Technique comes from the "Huanhua Sword Cleansing Record" in the ancient series. It is one of the seven great magic techniques that have been passed down for a long time. People who practice this magic technique have completely numbed their emotions and desires, and their actions cannot be measured by common sense.
After practicing to 70 or 80% of the heat, his whole body has been trained to be like wood. Ordinary swords can hardly hurt him. When he has been trained to a great level, even treasure weapons cannot hurt him.
Moreover, the counterattack force of this martial arts contains feminine skills. The feminine energy condensed in this withered wood magic skill is extremely vicious. Even if a first-class master accidentally gets the slightest contamination, he will be unknowingly possessed. Ordinary warriors will be killed immediately if they touch it. . Nothing was left to chance. 】
Shui Nisheng's figure walked out of the mist, and the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at this person seriously.
Dressed in gray, he looked a little downcast. Although he had a handsome face, the beard of varying lengths on his chin gave him an indescribable sense of decadence.
But when the two people's eyes met, all the impression labels that had appeared in his mind were erased.
Because they are a pair of eyes that are completely inconsistent with his appearance and temperament, revealing his love for life and hope for the future.
But then the two people's expressions became more and more solemn.
Because the moment the man in gray raised his sword finger, he became a sword, an extremely powerful divine sword that came out of Nirvana from under the volcanic lava!
Shui Nisheng has no weapons. With the current background of the ghost market, it is completely possible to build him a ten-handled or eight-handled earth-level magic weapon, which he can throw one by one.
But Shui Nisheng refused. He has practiced "Heavenly Sword Qi" and has already condensed himself into a sword that is not afraid of any magical weapon in the world!
At the moment when his vitality is restored and his retreat is cut off, any spiritual soldier who comes into his hands will be injured by his special Tianjue Sword Intent.
At this time, the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace took out a pair of iron gloves from the space ring. The moment the gloves were taken out, poisonous gas was emitted in all directions.
But when he put it on, the poisonous gas that escaped spontaneously integrated into the gloves, and a green light appeared on the back of his hands.
Unlike Feng Mo, Shui Niesheng seemed to be much more talkative. Although his right hand was always in the shape of a sword finger, and his whole body was constantly condensing a powerful sword intention, his expression was somewhat curious.
"The Blue Demon Hand has reached the heaven level, right?"
The expression of the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace was a little gloomy. He had not appeared in the world since the war between good and evil came to an end.
Whether it is the "Withered Wood Magic" that was only improved in the past ten years, or the Blue Demon Hand that was promoted to the heaven level some time ago, they are all his trump cards.
But now the enemy in front of him exposed it mercilessly.
Then there is only one outcome, thanks to the fact that he still had some illusions before.
"Shiliuxie! Are you crazy! You know what you are doing!"
He didn't pay attention to Shui Nisheng, but after completely locking the opponent with his mental power, he suddenly shouted loudly.
Shui Nisheng shook his head helplessly.
"You want to wait for his response to judge his position, right?"
The eyes of the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palaces were filled with gloom. Not only did he want to determine the location of the Stone Willow Scorpion, he also wanted to determine which of the trapping formations the other party used to restrain them was in the treasure room!
"Tiansuo Three Talents Formation."
After Shui Niesheng made eye contact with him, he seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and directly answered.
"Master Wan Palace is one of the people who arranged this formation."
The figure of the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace swayed, and this result was undoubtedly the worst for him!
Because he knew that in order to establish this formation, the three parties need to reach the same realm to exert the strongest power. So how many people in the world can break through the Tiansuo Three Talents Formation arranged by three monsters who have reached the same realm as Shiliu Scorpion!
"One is Ghost Lord, and who is the other one!"
Shui Nisheng seemed to have lost his patience, and the curiosity on his face disappeared.
"I thought you would ask my name first."
The moment the words fell, the sword power condensed in them was like a big mountain pressing down on the three of them!
The Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace gathered his fist strength and used the power of the green devil's hand to smash it into pieces with one punch!
"Right, that is it!"
Shui Niesheng took a deep breath. He had been silent for thirty years and had been manipulated like a doll for thirty years. At this moment, he was eager for a battle, a battle that would determine the difference between superiority and death!
There are few martial artists who can break through the great masters who are not martial arts idiots. They explore the peak of the martial arts road and experience the surprises and touches that the martial arts brings to them!
It was Shui Nisheng who first embarked on this road to survive, but eventually became addicted to the charm of martial arts.
Winter, winter, winter, winter winter, winter winter winter, winter winter winter winter.
At this moment, he could clearly hear the powerful and rapid beating of his heart, followed by his unreserved burst of wedding energy!
boom--!
The terrifying hot waves instantly submerged the three of them, and they vaguely seemed to see a figure walking towards them step by step in the blazing sea of fire!
Immediately, I saw Shui Nisheng's sword command moving, and the crimson sword energy beams completely locked the three of them!
"Who are you!"
Seeing the other party's true strength revealed, the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace finally remembered to ask the other party's name!
"Water nirvana."
When the words fell, Shui Nisheng, exuding Zhiyang Zhenqi, was like a bright sun falling to the ground, sinking towards the position of the three!
Yawen Library
"Get away!"
The Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace used the Dead Wood Magic Technique to the limit. The impact force bursting out all over his body first knocked back Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque, and then he gathered the poisonous power of his fists and blasted out!
boom--!
It was no less than the battle between two swords not far away, and even the explosion at this moment was even better!
A terrifying wave of energy mixed with hot energy and strange poisonous energy was seen spreading in all directions, and the spell mist that had just gathered was also directly defeated.
Jiang Zhiyun, who had just retreated to a ruins, immediately gathered his swords to block the strong impact of the aftermath!
"Young Hall Master, are you okay?"
When he turned around, he saw that Ying Wuque's figure had disappeared.
This made him a little confused. He had just been knocked back by the Great Elder of Ten Thousand Poison Palace, and he had been holding on to Ying Wuque's arm. It really took less than three seconds for him to let go of his hand. How could someone do it in such a short period of time? time......
No, it's possible...
At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun's whole body was drenched in cold sweat. He knew that breaking through to the Grand Master would be one step at a time. He didn't realize that the person who secretly took action could only be said to be too strong, too strong for him to deal with!
After he took a few deep breaths, Jiang Zhiyun, who had calmed down, noticed that his mental strength had been weakened to a certain extent.
Judging from Feng Mo's appearance, Wangyou Ghost City had set up this trap, and he also vaguely guessed the identity of the previous envoy!
"Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion's [Merging Snow and Boundless Smoke], if I guessed correctly, the Zhang just now was probably you in disguise, the flowers falling in the dream and Bi Qingyun."
At this time, the fog rose again, and a sweet laughter sounded from the invisible depths, followed by a clear footsteps...
Jiang Zhiyun, who was already ready to draw his sword, suddenly stopped because what he heard was not one footsteps, but two...
In the opposite direction, deep where the mist emerged, there was also the sound of heavy footsteps, ringing in his ears!
Gradually, the footsteps of the two merged into one, and this increasingly powerful sound seemed to beat Jiang Zhiyun's heart rhythmically.
Until the first sound of a poetry trumpet sounded on the left.
[Silver and jade bones, dreams don’t know the sadness of autumn, and the frost hides Jiuzhou. The golden makeup is full of snow, the flowers have fallen to the moon, and the pines and bamboos cannot show a thousand sorrows. 】
At this time, Jiang Zhiyun, whose nerves were stretched to the limit, finally saw clearly the figure walking out to the left. It was the Hualuo Bi Qingyun he had guessed in his dream!
Then another chant sounded from the right.
【Dust returns to dust and there is no place to go, the world is not the same and everyone rests alone, hate and forget will not stop, return to the world and laugh wildly. 】
At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun only felt the pressure doubled, because he saw the appearance of the person walking out from the right, and recognized this person's identity through the information he learned in the Knife Forging Hall.
"The poisonous hand is impermanent·Zhang Guyen!"
