The red moon hanging in the sky and the red clouds spread across the sky, creating a chilling scene.
The swordsman didn't say much, and with a wave of his sword finger, the red sword slashed through the air. The man followed, stepped to the peak of the sea of clouds, and struck directly at the nine-day whale wave Bai Yunsheng.
Bai Yunsheng surrendered the Chi Emperor's bloodline with one hand, and put his other hand behind Jun Xuanyuan's back to heal his injuries. He frowned and looked coldly, facing the oncoming sword without dodge.
At the critical moment, he suddenly saw a white cloud shooting out of his body. It first blocked the red sword, and then Zhan Li palm, repelling the red master eight thousand wins.
The white clouds look like white clouds, which is the white cloud method he practiced. The white cloud Dharma varies in size, about a kilometer, manifesting outside; as small as an ordinary person, gestating in the body.
Baqian Shengjian raised his eyebrows, and when the red sword turned, it suddenly disappeared. It was the top level of Chizun's sword technique: the sword looked in all directions.
Where is the sword? In an eye-catching moment.
Where is the sword? At the moment of death.
The movement was like lightning, and in less than the blink of an eye, eight figures appeared around the body of Bai Yun. At the same moment, he drew out his sword and retracted it.
Stab the heart, wipe the neck, break the arms, chop the back, slash the chest, hit the legs.
Baiyun Faxiang was no match for him and immediately dispersed!
After a moment of delay, he bought time and briefly suppressed the injuries of Emperor Chi and Jun Xuanyuan. Bai Yunsheng pushed them behind him with both hands.
With a move of his hand, white clouds surged in from the sea of clouds, driving away the red clouds and covering the entire peak of the sea of clouds. Chi Huang's bloodline and Jun Xuanyuan also disappeared into the white clouds, losing their body shape and breath.
Chi Zun Ba Qian Sheng looked over and saw that the white clouds dispersed and gathered irregularly, and curled up without form. It turned out to be a brilliant formation that might not be broken in a short time. He said: "What a great Jiutian Jingtao Bai Yunsheng. He is worthy of being a divine man from the sea of clouds. He is capable of extraordinary things. I am looking down on you."
Bai Yunsheng shook his fly whisk and said angrily: "First release Emperor Chi, and then plunder Emperor Hong. The Red Lord has eight thousand victories. You have made the people of Yun angry. I won't let you stay today."
Baiyun's palm gathers white clouds, and the majestic Baiyun palm attacks fiercely.
As soon as the Eight Thousand Victory intention moved, the red light of the red moon in the sky became even brighter, instantly turning the surrounding white clouds red, and he immediately raised his sword to respond.
The palms and swords met, and dozens of moves were made in the blink of an eye. For a time, the fight was evenly matched, with no distinction between superior and inferior.
When masters compete, it's all about strength, speed, skill, and strategy.
"The surrounding white clouds have formed a formation. The sword intention can only infect the surface, but cannot penetrate deeply. The mission has failed. Retreat immediately."
Just as Ba Qian Sheng was thinking about retreating, he suddenly felt the cold murderous intent coming from his back. It was too late to dodge, so he had to bear the blow on his back, use the strength of his front palm, and pull away.
Vomiting a mouthful of blood, he quickly looked around and was shocked to see that the white clouds that had been defeated and dispersed had regrouped. Except for a slight red color, which was caused by the red moon, there was no difference at all.
The white cloud Dharma is transformed by cloud energy. As long as the white cloud is there, it can gather, disperse and reunite at any time.
Just knocking it away can't break this move.
"Come and die!"
Not giving the opponent any room to breathe, Jiutian Jingtao Bai Yunsheng and Bai Yunfa attacked at the same time, with a series of quick palms.
Chi Zun Ba Qian Sheng lightly threw the sword in his hand and raised his head to look at the red moon. This was exactly the move of borrowing the sword from the moon: Red Moon·Using the Sword in the Sky.
The red moon suddenly shot down a ray of red light, wrapping the red sword. The power of the red sword multiplied, and it swept across the sky, forcing Bai Yunsheng and Baiyun Faxiang to retreat. Eight Thousand Shengs were carried out and came out of the air.
Bai Yunsheng hurriedly took back the Baiyun Dharma Appearance and re-operated the Immortal Dharma. In the sea of clouds outside the peak of the cloud sea, Baiyun God suddenly woke up from his dream, stretched his body, stood up, about a thousand meters high, and stood in front of Chizun Baqian Sheng.
Divine Man Baiyun breathed a soft breath, and suddenly a strong wind swept down, facing Baqian Sheng, causing him to sway and sway.
I also saw the Baiyun Godman reaching into the sea of clouds, picking up a cloud sword, and slashing it down in the air.
Eight Thousand Victories cannot be blocked. He hastily transformed his sword intention into a round and unloading force. Eighty percent of it was released. The remaining energy penetrated his body and caused more injuries. Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth. He took advantage of the situation and retreated into the air.
Bai Yunsheng also chased after him and stopped behind Ba Qian Sheng. He said: "Ba Qian Sheng, I will capture you without any effort, but I will spare your life."
Jun Dihong is still in the hands of Emperor Chi, and he can be exchanged for it with this person.
Chi Zun Eight Thousand Victory wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said sternly: "Ah, the outcome is still unknown, Yun Ren is too early to be proud, try my move: Red Moon·Three Thousand Swords."
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Chi Zun's heart skipped a beat, and he made a move, holding the sword in his hand and pointing it at the moon, and borrowed the sword from the moon again.
In an instant, Chiyue dispersed three thousand sword intentions, and the sword was red, killing the God of Yunhai.
The God of the Sea of Clouds waved the Yun Sword, defeating a hundred sword intents with one sword, and then swung the sword again, defeating another hundred swords. There are still more than two thousand swords that are as fast as lightning, crisscrossing the four directions, slashing the cloud sea gods.
The sword's intention was too much and too powerful. The God of Yunhai was injured and his whole body was stained with red.
It was the Sword Intent of Eight Thousand Victories, and it adhered to it. The God of Yunhai was huge in size and his movements were already slow. Affected by this, his movements became even slower.
Suddenly, the God of the Sea of Clouds shook his body, and red and white clouds fell off, as if he had been reborn. In the blink of an eye, he was only about 900 meters high.
His skills are faster, his sword swing is faster, and he can destroy more than two hundred sword intentions.
In the blink of an eye, in the sea of clouds, three thousand swordsmen fought against the Baiyun God again. The sky was filled with rumbles and changes in red and white.
In mid-air, Red Lord Eight Thousand Shengs turned around and attacked Bai Yunsheng. He swung his red sword, interweaving a touch of red beauty, and matching the painting on his face, it was like a peony planted in the void, pointing towards the sky.
Exactly: the peonies are blooming and the flowers are blooming towards the sky.
Bai Yunsheng waved his fly whisk, switching from attack to defense. Looking at the gorgeous peonies in front of him, his mind was drawn to him, and he wanted to escape from the body and indulge in it. Fortunately, he had a profound realm and a firm will. He immediately calmed down and remained calm in all changes.
He was surprised: "This is... the beauty of peonies. Are you one of the flowers blooming?"
There are hundreds of flowers in the world, who will compete for the most beauty?
It's the sixteenth number of Hundred Flowers, catch them and fight them, keep eight of them, and then compete for ranking.
"Of course."
"That's even more embarrassing for you!"
Hearing this, Bai Yunsheng's eyes suddenly turned red, and his murderous intention suddenly surged up, as if he could condense everything, and his palms were no longer merciful, and his moves were powerful.
This is eight thousand wins to beat him to death.
Baqian Sheng's face darkened. Baiyun's dharma body was contaminated by his red sword intention and was taken into his body by Bai Yunsheng. The original intention was to take advantage of his unpreparedness, suddenly burst out the sword intention in his body, draw out the murderous intention of his inner demon, disturb his sanity, and take advantage of the situation to get out of trouble.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened, and with a move of peonies, hundreds of flowers bloomed, eliciting the pain and hatred hidden in Bai Yunsheng's heart.
It was a heart-wrenching past, a tragic doomsday scene.
Bai Yunsheng shouted: "Leiyun Thirteen Hands."
Every move brings danger, every move brings danger.
In just over a hundred moves, Chizun Eight Thousand Victory suffered several more injuries. He knocked away Bai Yunsheng with one sword. He tried his best to raise his energy, but his heart dropped to a low point: "My life is at stake..."
Bai Yunsheng growled: "Have you ever seen hell?"
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Under the blue sky and the white sun, suddenly black clouds and white lights competed across the sky. As thunder clashed at the peak of the sea of clouds, a thunderbolt sounded in the sky.
The black cloud did not move, and the white light stepped back a few steps, revealing its true form.
Make a judgment.
Extraordinarily handsome, unconventional, with an unconventional figure, he slowly descended and heard him chant:
"Where do the lonely clouds go in the sky? There is no end of the road.
When you look back, you should ask where you came from. Travelers don’t waste time.
When swords are facing each other, who will stand empty-handed? "
"Hahaha……"
Heiyun laughed wildly and said: "Who is the swordsman of Cangya Xingke? I have heard of his name for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you. Hahaha..."
He saw his anger sinking, and the black cloud suddenly exploded, breaking through the white cloud formation created by the white cloud, revealing the bloodline of Emperor Chi and Jun Xuanyuan hidden in the cloud. He also showed his true body, standing in the air, looking down at the world.
The evil and crazy side, the emperor and the tyrant are exposed, I heard him say:
"A tyrant has conquered thousands of miles of territory and fought for thousands of years to rule the roost. Who is the equal of his rivals? Whose sword can you be the tyrant?"
