Chapter 498: Three Swords to Reach Great Success
Wu Xi's eyes were focused, and he held the long sword across his chest. In an instant, countless internal energy rushed through the meridians and went upward through the Dantian. The internal energy bloomed like petals, and threads appeared in the surrounding space. Threads fluctuate.
There is a cold ling in the east, falling gracefully into the dust, with thirty-two petals growing on its own, each petal is different, each one is the world.
The sword in his hand danced very fast, and the wind blew the sword's roar. Although I was wearing plain clothes and a sword, under the light of the fire, it sounded like I was banishing an immortal.
The petals are chirping with the cicadas, the chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night.
At the beginning of the sword, the flowers bloomed, the twilight was gentle, and the afterglow was filled with the chirping of cicadas.
Wu Xi swung out his sword, the strong wind roared, and the fire beside him also dimmed at this moment.
The war on three sides is chaotic, hundreds of thousands are rampant.
The sword flower does not fall in the cold, the cicada dawns and the moon shines brightly.
When the sword sounds, it is like the cicadas chirping against the cold wind, and the lingering flowers accompany the cold pines. Sometimes they rise again, and the cicadas chirp in the cold dew, as if the rain is coming to accompany the mountains and want to bury them.
The sword danced, the cold smoke curled up, the ling flowers suddenly appeared, the frost flowers were like waterfalls, and the rippling waves entered the green.
The cold wind blows all the way, causing the sea to rise and fall, and the guest walks alone.
"Sword rises, sword sounds, sword dances." Three swords achieve great success!
The Linghua Sword Technique was now used to the extreme. Thirty-two swords were surrounded by Linghua swordsmanship during the swing, and each sword flower gradually formed a unique one. A sword was drawn, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Qiu Changchun's door.
Fish are leaping in the sea now, flowers are blooming in the sky on the other shore!
Qiu Changchun sneered:
"Little tricks."
After saying that, he immediately picked up the long red blade and slashed it out with one strike. The blade and sword came in an instant. The petals of the flowers withered and the cicadas could be heard chirping shrilly. Unable to resist, petals fell all over the sky, and all the winter plums fell to the ground.
I regret that now I finally understand the gap between the person in front of me and myself. It's ridiculous that he has achieved great success with three swords. Except for the last sword, he has tried his best to face the enemy. Unfortunately, in the end, he still failed to find a glimmer of hope.
"How to give an explanation to those disciples who died?"
Elder Qiu waved his sword in disdain and said sarcastically:
"I have to say that your talent is so high that you and I are the number one female swordsman in this divine capital. But even if you reach the realm of Dacheng, what can you do to me?"
Wu Xi looked at the person in front of her, and her heart trembled. Everyone only knew that she, Ling Hua, had three swords, but they didn't know that the four swords were when Ling Hua bloomed, and that was the last flash in the pan.
The modest bamboo has lower-headed leaves, and the proud plum has no upward-facing flowers!
Linghua sword falls!
The firelight shines brightly like the sky, the four swords rise and fall, and a pair of transparent wings flutter in the flower.
I have a clear heart, and I can illuminate thousands of mountains and rivers!
Qiu Changchun's expression finally changed. He could naturally feel that this ordinary Linghua contained huge power of true energy. Holding the knife across his chest, in an instant, countless internal energy poured into the blade, making it glow red.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared behind Wu Xi. He punched out, knocking Qiu Changchun back a few steps. He immediately turned his fist into a palm and grasped the Linghua that was flashing in the sky out of thin air. He forcefully held the Linghua that was about to bloom. In your hands, until nothingness!
In an instant!
I regretted that a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the entire skirt of my clothes red. The sudden stop caused the original vitality to flow back into itself from the soaring flower in the sky. Although some damage to the meridians was unavoidable, there was no fear of life in the end.
Qiu Changchun's retreating steps suddenly stopped, and he looked up intently. Sure enough, apart from the Great Elder, he was the only person in the capital of the Divine Realm who could have such a level of cultivation.
"Long time no see, Hall Master Lu."
With a century-old tradition, three hundred disciples, three thousand disciples, and more than ten knights, the master of the Zhenwu Hall is at the pinnacle of the divine realm.
The master of Zhenwu Hall is here, this battle must not continue! It's time to leave. When you return, you have to meet up with the large army of the God's Cult and discuss it separately.
Lu Chengsan is a big enemy. Turning his feet, he knew that talking too much was useless, so he no longer stayed here. His body movement reached its peak and he retreated into the mountains and forests.
I was very puzzled when I heard that it was the hall master who came in person. Before I could say anything, I heard Lu Chengsan say: "Go back and join the Zhenwu disciples first."
"yes."
But he saw Li Dazhong running from behind, with a serious look of worry on his face. There was also mud stained on his face, hands and body with his tears, trying not to look embarrassed.
"Hall Master, Great Elder, I have buried the disciples who died in the battle under the ground. This is their badge."
But the fair boy wiped his dirty hands on his clothes, carefully took out a cloth bag from his clothes, opened it, and handed it to Lu Chengsan. Although the whole body was dirty, it was not stained at all.
Everyone said in silence, the fair boy's eyes were bloodshot and red, and he clasped his hands tightly, but lowered his head and said nothing. All he could hear was a snapping sound, and tears fell onto the gravel on the ground, causing a stream of tears.
Wu Xi didn't say anything, just smoothed the fair boy's hair.
This is war, there is no immortality!
On the way back to rendezvous, the fair boy still had the battle before his eyes. When he was pushed away by the great elder, he became more and more confused. There must be something fishy about this matter. If you really want to train me, why should you let me hide far away? of? Li Hongzhi's position on the top of the mountain could barely see clearly the direction of the great elder and the disciples. When he saw the great elder being crushed in a battle and all the disciples going to die, he could no longer hold back and jumped forward to join the battle. But in the end, reason defeated emotion. If he went, he would only have one more corpse. He wanted to go back to the army and tell everyone.
Just when Li Hongxin turned around and stood up, he saw the hall master standing behind him, patted his shoulder, and then disappeared into the forest, appearing where Wu Xi and Qiu Changchun were fighting.
The fair boy thought for a while and told Wu Xi about the matter.
My eyes flashed, and I regained my composure in a moment, not knowing what I was thinking. Perhaps he was still lamenting the hall master's exhaustive plan.
Lu Chengsan's spiritual consciousness was naturally aware of the fair boy's movements. After he finished speaking, he suddenly said: "Now, in the name of suppressing the rebellion, the army of the divine religion marched into Di Rong in large numbers. They were invincible along the way. Now there are hundreds of people left behind Di Rong. Here, you were defeated in the Great Desolate Capital Territory. After this battle, you will finally achieve great success, so you must protect this place."
Wu Xi looked far away in the direction of the Great Wasteland City and the Divine Sect, and remained silent for a long time, but the determination in his eyes was enough to explain everything.
Lu Chengsan shook his head slightly and stopped talking when he saw this. The horse galloped forward, and Wu Xi, wearing plain clothes and a sword, followed closely behind.
The rivers and lakes are small, and the rivers and lakes are also very close.
The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the years rush me as soon as I enter the world.
In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience.
He raised his sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away in fright.
Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.
Looking back today, this lush green tree has grown into a towering tree.
At the time of entering the world, a world was growing old.
Every generation of new people comes out, and a new generation replaces the old.
(End of chapter)
