The air waves surged in the ruins, and Ji Chong retreated and retreated, like a butterfly piercing flowers, cruising in the shadows of the Shadao sticks. The sword light rose and fell, like a rabbit flying and an eagle striking, its wings beating across the sky, killing extremely smoothly.
Turning to look at Qiao Li, who was also showing off his power, the ink-marked sword was weak and sparse. He could vaguely see the cold mountains in the distance, the bleak water, and the lingering snow lying on the branches. This group of messy pine smoke entangled the Jiu Yao staff, and the Yao Pond was swept away. The spring is so heavy that the head and tail are curled up. Miaojian continued to have conflicts after several conflicts, but gradually became impetuous.
In a corner of the fighting arena, a young man with a weak crown looked calm. He pinched and twisted his fingers casually, not adhering to the law, but like a fish leaping and a kite flying, full of vitality.
Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian responded one after another. The male sword was steady and strong, while the female guard sword was as fast as a dragon swimming, moving forward with determination.
A magnanimous and gentle aura suddenly dispersed, just like the arrival of ancient sages. The majestic and fearless aura of righteousness filled the world. The clear and quenched air rushed away, shaking the male and female guarding the sword to tremble.
The weak-headed boy flipped back in the air, pointed his toes in the air, and thrust his sword forward as fast as thunder.
The sword light was dignified and generous, and the momentum was extremely powerful. Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian never expected that the young man could perform such a majestic and upright blow. In their busy schedule, the two swords were crossed to defend, and Xiongzhi's sword swung like a curtain. Sword and shield, the female sword guard floats in it, holding it in her mouth but not spitting it out.
The beautiful autumn sword light arrived in an instant, and the mighty and unpredictable sword intent rolled past, annihilating the sword and shield in an instant. The swords of the male commander and the female guardian flew together in fright, and the combined skill suddenly collapsed.
The young man's offensive didn't stop, his steps turned wrong in the air, and two figures that were difficult to distinguish from reality separated from each other and struck with swords. The momentum is like a glimpse of light, and the speed is three points higher.
Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian had no time to pay attention to the fairy sword suspended in mid-air. They slapped each other with their palms and took advantage of the situation to rush to the left and right.
The weak-headed young man stepped forward and changed his image. His sword shrank and then expanded violently, and he continued to pursue.
Yan Ci hid in the dense leaves and watched from a distance, saying: "The Confucian way of inner sage and outer king focuses on harmonizing its virtues with the heaven and earth, its brightness with the sun and moon, its order with the four seasons, and its good and bad fortunes with ghosts and gods. What you practice The great and strong righteousness of Haoran is equal to the pure Qi of Taoism and the tranquility of Buddhism."
Qu Yuyi said: "Is this person a disciple of Mahayana?"
Yan Ci waved his hands and said: "No matter how outstanding his talent is, his cultivation is not enough to exert such abundant Haoran Qi. If he is a descendant of ancient sages, it is a different matter. The Haoran Tao is passed down through blood, so it is not surprising that he has such power."
Qu Yuyi was thoughtful, and Yan Ci continued: "This son has a very special background, and the Huaqing clan will be in trouble."
Xiao Mengjiu showed a sly smile, fluttered her wings and jumped onto the palm-like Bodhi leaves, blinked and said: "We might as well make a bet!"
Yan Ci asked curiously: "How to gamble?"
Xiao Mengjiu said: "Bet on whether the Qing clan can turn defeat into victory. If not, I, Xiao Mengjiu, will respect you as my master. On the contrary, you must do something for me."
Glancing at the fighting arena, the two sword lights were like tarsal gangrene, not far away from Li Chonglou and the two of them. Yan Ci showed his face and said: "I don't want to beg the Sanqing Dynasty. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Xiao Mengjiu said calmly: "With your cultivation level, easy things are not difficult to do, and difficult things are not easy to achieve. I will let you know in the future."
The sword light pierced the west wind and landed on Li Chonglou's chest. Yan Ci was sure of victory and said happily: "How majestic it is to have an elf as your follower!"
Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the weak-headed young man suddenly disappeared. His real body abandoned Pan Yinjian and raised his sword to slash at the air like a sleepwalker.
Yan Ci was astonished and said: "This guy is possessed by a demon! Or something!"
Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian had just recovered from the shock. When they took a closer look, they saw that the young man was stumbling, as if he was possessed by a dream spirit, and they had no idea what was going on.
Don't miss this good opportunity. The male swordsman and the female guarding swords suddenly merged into one rhythm and shot at the young man's pubic area faster than lightning.
Ji Chong watched helplessly as the sword light rolled past, crushing the full and bright lotus pills in the young man's dantian, and shouted: "Retreat!"
Soon after, black shadows and white shadows rolled, and Ji Chong and Qiao Li turned into giant black and white butterflies and whizzed away into the distance.
This person's quick response is admirable. The scepter was still stuck alone on the base of the platform. Li Chonglou and Miao Zhan looked at each other, puzzled.
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The wind blew and the bodhi tree rustled. Xiao Mengjiu tilted her head playfully, her pure eyes filled with smiles, and said sweetly: "You lose!"
Yan Ci sighed dryly and said: "Nightmare Technique! No wonder that person was so dizzy, he almost died before anyone else could do it."
Xiao Mengjiu laughed it off, but Qu Yuyi guessed that Xiao Mengjiu was not in a hurry to leave after stealing the treasure, but secretly cast the nightmare method on that person, activating the magic at the critical moment to confuse his mind, which became the bane of the weak boy's death.
Not to mention the treacherous and unpredictable nature of nightmare magic, the elves' hidden magical powers are already unparalleled. Harming people without making them aware, this plan of killing people with a knife is terrifying and abominable!
But considering that the young man with a weak crown revealed Yan Ci's secret, Yan Ci hated him deeply from the beginning to the end and wanted to kill him quickly. Now that his wish has been granted without leaving any clues, it may not be a bad thing.
After all, the origin of that person is mysterious. If any mentor or friend seeks revenge in the future, the Huaqing Sect will be the first to bear the brunt. The more Qu Yuyi thought about it, the more frightened he became. When it comes to thoughtfulness, Xiao Mengjiu was even better.
Everyone from Huaqing Sect and Jialan Temple swept away the loot and then floated away with their sticks.
The weak-headed boy lay silently in the dust, his face engraved with confusion and panic. His messy hair was mixed with blood and spread on the soil, which was quite desolate.
The glory and pampering he had during his lifetime passed quickly, and a few years later, all that was left was a dry skeleton or even a handful of loess. Except for the thoughts of his close relatives, no one could recall his every detail.
The breeze blew up and down the clothes, seeming to be mocking the world of the jungle.
The shadow of the mandala flower disappeared without a trace, and the entire space seemed to have lost its support and was on the verge of collapse.
For a moment, spiderweb-like cracks filled the void, and the palace towers suddenly collapsed, as if the soul's body had been ripped away, disintegrating into a pile of dust without warning.
The atmosphere was deathly silent, like a village at the end of the world, with not even the wind bothering to blow.
Yan Ci and Qu Yuyi avoided the falling rocks and moved up with their swords. Soon, the strange atmosphere in the ancient temple was released, the fangs of lightning pierced the ridge again, and heavy rain poured down.
The sky and the earth were filled with mist and mist, and there was a trance. Big raindrops moved with the wind, crackling and beating on the collapsed mountains. In the stormy wind and rain, the light shines again, and there are still people fighting for life and death.
After closer inspection, it turned out that everyone from Dahuangxu, Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple put aside their previous suspicions and joined forces to trap a blind young man in the core.
The young man's expression was slumped, and he tilted his head to listen to the sound of the fairy sword breaking through the wind, which was coming and going in the distance. He wanted to break through the predicament but was unable to do so. Its aura is similar to that of a tengu, and it seems to be the incarnation of that monster.
Outside the battle circle, Jiu Ying, with pigtails soaring to the sky, arrived unexpectedly again and was fighting with the Ying Transformation monk Ji Pan who came to help him.
Ji Pan had broken off his arm in the past, but after having his limb repaired, he seemed to have recovered as before. He was holding a white and translucent Buddha bone in his hand. Under the fierce attack of the nine infants, he had no time to store the Buddha bone in a storage ring.
The two gangs met on a narrow road and fought to their heart's content. The fight between snipe and clam is a good time for the fisherman to make a profit.
It is said that after Jiuying tried his best to escape from Liyang Huamei, he suppressed his injuries and ran straight to Zhaixingyuan.
He originally planned to go to Canghai to seek refuge with Xi Yao, but the cultivators from all walks of life gathered on the shore of Canghai. He had no choice but to do the opposite.
Jiuying thought that the most dangerous place was also the safest, so he decided to return to the fierce water of Shiyan City to recover from his injuries and worry about the rest later.
Avoiding the flow of people and flying southward, he happened to encounter a strange phenomenon descending from the sky deep in the mountains. He could not restrain his curiosity and quietly followed the group of cultivators inside to get a glimpse of its secrets.
After Jiuying killed several monks with evil intentions at the end of the ice and snow road, he noticed that Yan Cishi was coming, and he couldn't help but become playful. He decided to wait and wait for the group of cultivators to return with a full load, and suddenly jumped out to beat the autumn wind.
After waiting patiently, he unexpectedly saw a blind young man fleeing in panic with a group of empty monks.
Jiuying recognized his identity at a glance, assisted the Tengu to kill all the cultivators, and tried his best to win over him, and then intercepted Ji Pan who was rushing to help in the middle to fight with each other.
When the underground palace fell, Ji Chong, Miao Zhan and others stumbled out. When they first saw the infamous boy Jiu Ying, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Before they had time to think about it, the Tengu decided to kill him.
Ji Chong found a way to hand over the Buddha's bones to Ji Pan, feeling a little relieved.
Miao Zhan and his party accidentally became the treasure protectors of Dahuang Ruins, and they were all resentful. The cultivators' eyes were flying wildly, and they planned to escape as soon as the opportunity came.
Jiuying was extremely upset. The tengu was conceived from a ray of soul from his true body. He had not been in actual combat and his eyes were blind. He could not exert much of his combat power in times of fear.
Looking back at my body, I saw that the injuries caused by the Blue Water Flute were repeated, my meridians were damaged, and my magic power could not be sustained. I was afraid that I would be in mourning before long.
Jiuying gritted his teeth and raised his hand to throw out the Fanghu Fairy Mountain and smashed it hard. The green peak suddenly rose out of thin air, like a meteor falling to the ground, and quickly fell down.
Ji Pan felt that the Buddha's bone was in the way, so he directly flicked it towards Ji Chongli in the air, and sneered: "At the end of the powerful crossbow, why fight in vain!" As he spoke, he twisted his fingers and twisted the formula, and raised an ancient red inkstone to meet him in the air.
The Buddha's bones came as fast as a flying star. Ji rushed through the air to catch them, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Chonglou rushing to grab them. He raised the red skull sword and made a diagonal stroke, swung out the sword light and blocked it in the middle.
Suddenly, a slanting breeze blew against his face, and a misty cloud of smoke quickly passed by. It wrapped around the Buddha's bones and flashed slightly, suddenly disappearing like a yellow crane.
Such a shocking escape method completely shocked the cultivators! Everyone present was an extraordinary person, but they had not even seen clearly the figure and appearance of the visitor.
Looking around, Ji Chong saw flying stars, and his hands and feet were numb with hatred. He had always been well-dressed and well-fed, but he had never suffered such a shame and humiliation.
The blind-eyed young man's expression froze, and he released a torrent of divine will that swept through the wilderness. Unfortunately, the treasure hunter came and went suddenly, as if he had never appeared before. The Tengu was filled with hatred and anger, and his face turned green with anger.
Everyone in Miao Zhan calmed down, and then their robes stirred, and a series of figures joined hands to ride on the wind and left the string.
There was mist and rain in the sky, and suddenly thousands of rays of rays of light burst out in mid-air. The pressure of the majestic mountains and rivers of Fanghuxian Mountain was actually resisted by Zhu Yan, who was as small as dust.
Jiuying's expression was stern, and he remained in a stalemate for several breaths. He sprayed a mouthful of essence and blood to enhance the power of Taoism. The abundant spiritual energy formed a blade and cut it down fiercely.
This attack was a desperate one, and it would cut Zhu Yan open in response. Ji Pan couldn't dodge, and his left arm was stirred into blood foam again by the energy.
The treasure was lost, and both sides were hurt. The group of cultivators looked lonely, and they just talked arrogantly and dispersed.
