Pei Xihe pointed the tip of the knife upward, and a cold light shone on the blade.
meaning.
It turns out that it is so mysterious. You can control the sword with your own will, and your thoughts are the sword, and you look at everything you want.
This is a meaning that is rare even in the realm of foundation building!
The power of her sword suddenly became like a turbulent wave, like a powerful sea dragon hidden under the waves.
The dense sword energy sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a rain, stretching endlessly. In an instant, the bamboo shoots grew into towering bamboos.
Lin Zhao frowned.
Bitch, you actually fully understood the meaning of the sword at this juncture, and you actually became her stepping stone?
He was furious. How dare a small Qi practitioner challenge the majesty of his foundation-building monk?
Looking for death?
He must capture her, harvest all her cultivation, and then make her unable to live or die!
He waved a flag in his hand, and countless black mist emerged from it. Since he killed his female ghost, he should become his fierce ghost.
The extremely gloomy Yin Qi wrapped around their bodies like maggots.
Pei Xihe did not move. She mobilized the few fire spirits in her body, and the magical flames were playing a huge role at this moment.
Her will was entirely on the blade. She was lacking in spiritual power, and her whole body was bathed in firelight. Under the blade, Chun Jianrong seemed to be trembling slightly.
A very crisp sound.
Getting closer and closer, her sword force getting stronger and stronger.
The knife hit Lin Zhao's left arm!
There was light in her eyes, yes, even Establishment is not invincible.
Lin Zhao felt pain, and the flag in his hand instantly grew larger. The flag rolled up and turned into the shape of a spear, stabbing at Pei Xihe fiercely.
The violent anger surged in his eyes, and at this moment he just wanted to kill this crazy woman.
Why not Pei Xihe?
She did not dodge, but turned slightly to the side, and the tip of the spear penetrated directly into her left shoulder.
Blood overflowed, and the original bright red was quickly dyed black and purple by the flag.
The full pill that Pei Xihe had swallowed before was slowly taking effect. She shook her spiritual power and knocked out the tip of the spear.
The spirit of fire forces out the dirty blood, and the spirit of ice freezes the wound.
The Chunjianrong in her hand was made of cold iron. At this moment, the ice-gold spiritual power in her body suddenly exploded, activating all the power of cold iron.
She swung the knife out with its intent, ignoring the severe pain in her body.
Pei Xihe has always had enough patience.
Since she entered Kunlun to practice, she has been practicing every day. Even though she was only more than four years old at the time, she practiced meditation, breathed out spiritual energy, practiced swordsmanship and accepted tasks. Other things, including meals and various chores, were packed into her every day. Within an hour.
It was boring and tasteless, and she was working on her patience little by little.
She swung the knife, causing the frozen wound to burst open, but it did not affect her movements at all.
She stabbed Lin Zhao's right shoulder with one knife.
She felt it was not a loss to trade injury for injury.
The sword intent rushed into Lin Zhao's body crazily, as if countless terrifying sword energies were transformed into it, raging and exploding in Lin Zhao's body.
Pei Xihe's spiritual power could not keep up with Lin Zhao, but Lin Zhao himself was an evil cultivator and preferred to drive ghosts' anger. However, the red-clothed ghost and many other ghosts had been killed by them before.
Because he wanted to absorb the spiritual blood flower, he could only watch and feel that the refining ghosts under his control were killed one by one.
Now that there are no red-clothed devils raiding the formation, his combat power is actually only at the mediocre level of foundation building, and his melee combat power is not as strong as that of a monk like Pei Xihe who has been honed in more than ten years of missions!
Looking at it now, Pei Xihe actually had the upper hand by holding on with a strong breath.
Lin Zhao's brows were furrowed as he was tormented by the difficult sword energy, and his right shoulder was bleeding. He felt the pain and let go of the gun that the flag had turned into.
His left hand covered his right shoulder.
He looked at Pei Xihe with eyes full of ferocity and hatred.
"Go to hell!"
Lin Zhao suddenly flew out a small sword from his mouth.
With a trickle, it quickly turned into a three-foot long sword, which was completely black and filled with an unspeakable fishy smell and bloody smell.
Pei Xihe's body had been injured for a long time, but now it was a little sluggish. The sword was extremely fierce and headed towards her heart.
Shock and unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
She couldn't hide anymore, but she still couldn't give in. She didn't want to die. She hadn't seen the great beauty on the road to immortality.
She closed her eyes, her heart pounding.
Violently mobilize the twelve cyclones in the body.
Even if she dies, she will drag this evil cultivator with her. The power of self-destruction at the twelfth level of Qi training will definitely kill Lin Zhao!
But suddenly.
She opened her eyes.
It's a crisp sound.
What you see is a sheet of frost and snow.
The cold air is rising and snowflakes are flying.
And among the snowflakes, a ray of ice blue flew away the black sword.
It was an ice-blue long sword that was as clear and cold as the ice of the Tianshan Mountains.
The man holding the sword was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
He was quite tall, and his body was as tall as a pine tree, with his back to her.
Wearing silver-white clothes, the clothes are embroidered with silver unicorns and blue dragons. His hair is held up by a white jade feather crown. Just a back view shows the heroic demeanor of the young man.
The sound actually came from the snowflakes.
"Ice Breath." It was the voice of the young immortal king.
As expected, it was as cold as black ice.
Thousands of flying snowflakes all lit up blue.
That blue color is actually the pure sword energy!
In an instant, the sky was full of sword energy snowflakes, flying towards Lin Zhao!
Lin Zhao was caught off guard in an instant, and there were many sword energy in his body.
He should have been in excruciating pain, but the ice also blocked his pain and even the blood that flowed out.
But the energy of life cannot deceive people, and his energy of life is rapidly passing away.
He kept screaming in his heart, what evil spirit is this!
He was about to fly away, but he saw that this young man was too strong and he was no match for him.
"Lu Changfeng, you are so useless, how come you can't even kill someone in the foundation level?"
A ray of green light shot out.
It was an extremely bright green vine, like a green dragon.
She is a girl who seems to have taken away all the colors.
He is seventeen or eighteen years old and can be seen to be older than Pei Xihe.
She was graceful and graceful, stepping in the air. The spiritual vine that looked like a green dragon instantly penetrated Lin Zhao's heart with a wave of her finger.
It may seem light, but with just a move of your hands and feet, you can take away the life of even one level of foundation-building monk.
The terror of this girl is evident.
Her facial features are extremely bright, like a blooming begonia.
Wearing a green Taoist robe, but not concealing its beauty, the whole person is like a bright pearl.
In fact, she is also the pearl.
Jiang family, Jiang Mingzhu.
She glanced at the three unconscious people below and a girl barely standing with a knife.
This junior sister from the outer sect is very resourceful and perseverant, she likes it!
The face as bright as a spring flower was a little more delicate and weak because of the paleness and blood on the corners of the lips, but the ruthlessness and determination in the eyes made Jiang Mingzhu feel particularly comfortable.
Who says beautiful people can be jealous of other beautiful people?
She only likes good-looking senior sisters and junior sisters, who are worthy of her.
But suddenly, she froze.
Outer disciple, Hao Se, Lu Changfeng, these are related.
This couldn't be Pei Xihe, wouldn't it? She was a female cultivator with a bad character who only knew how to plot and scheme?
