The sound of the pipa in the city was muted to almost non-existent, and was still dragging on with difficulty.
The blood on Ju Bu's fingers turned into tiny red beads as the strings trembled. They splashed on the pipa and slipped from the smooth paint surface. Some of them were stained on his sleeves and turned into dark red. embellishment.
Blood was also bleeding from his mouth. The blood was thick and bright red and slowly overflowed from his lower lip. His expression was still as sad and calm as ever. He tried his best to prevent Shao Lingxiao's injuries from transferring so quickly.
But even so, less than 40% of the five-color zhenqi remaining in Shao Lingxiao's body was left.
The aura of the leader of the demon sect has become even more unique and terrifying. His appearance, which was originally just a middle-class appearance, has become like the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, with endless demonic charm revealed in any shadow. .
It looks like a human being, but it seems not human. It is extraordinary in the ordinary world, like an abyss on the flat ground.
Seeing that all the masters were restrained, some of the Guanzhong martial arts people who were watching from a hundred feet away were frightened, but still had a bit of righteousness and wanted to take action.
But the most courageous among them were first knocked down by Zhu Linlang and Qiu Ruzui who had sneaked into their midst at some point.
There was a commotion among the others, each trying to cheer up, but they all became dizzy, unable to stand, and fell down like pieces of messy sorghum.
Qiu Ruzui had the treasured mirror of heaven in his hand, and the divine pressure that Shao Lingxiao had deliberately released before forced everyone to pay attention to him.
Among the huge crowd, everyone had many years of experience in the martial arts and excellent martial arts skills, but no one noticed that Qiu Ruzui had poisoned them.
Nearly half of the backbone of Guanzhong's Jianghu were brought down in this way. They could only breathe hard and suppress the strange toxin that was colorless and odorless, but would make the skin red.
Among the crowd, only Zhu Linlang and Qiu Rushui were still standing. Zhu Linlang looked at Qiu Rushui through more than a dozen people and said, "It's better to kill them all."
"Then do it yourself. I still have some deadly poison on me, but I haven't used the kind of poison that kills people on a large scale for many years."
Qiu Ruzui held the Tianji Jade Mirror, raised her foot and kicked down a beautiful woman next to her who was glaring at her, turned the woman's face away, sat on her waist, and yawned, "I haven't had a good rest for a while. Okay, I'll take a nap first, the leader will call me when he's ready."
Zhu Linlang looked around and was really ready to take action himself. He wanted to first select some young people whose skills seemed to be close to the first-class realm to kill.
"Um?"
Shao Lingxiao suddenly made a sound of suspicion, looked in a direction outside the city, and said, "You two go to Chang'an by yourself first."
Zhu Linlang, who was still selecting people, looked back with some doubts. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't ask any more questions. He just answered and walked away feeling confident.
Qiu Ruzui stood up with a bleak look, paused for a while, and chose a different direction from Zhu Linlang.
As soon as the two of them left, Shao Lingxiao made another low nasal sound, seeming a little surprised.
For Shao Lingxiao, it is even easier for him to sense the presence of other masters in a local area than to sense the first-class masters, because masters are often more eye-catching.
However, the person who was rushing over could actually do it intermittently, as if he would disappear out of thin air for a short period of time, and then be captured again, causing a slight deviation in his perception.
This is not something that ordinary masters can do, at least Xu Miyuan cannot.
Just as he was turning these few thoughts, the speed at which the five-color light flowed out was accelerated again.
And the figure wrapped in green energy like fire had already crossed the city wall, like a blue comet bouncing up and down on the roofs several times, and finally glided across the land of hundreds of feet, passing directly between many first-class masters.
The air threads connected to those people all trembled and collapsed when the cyan comet whizzed past.
Shao Lingxiao stopped the "comet" with one palm.
The figure in the green flames punched out like thunder and thunder, and the speed of the fist seemed to be able to catch up with the tail that grabbed the thunder again and again.
After Shao Lingxiao received more than a dozen of his thunder-like fist shadows, he had to strike with both hands. His palm power was like the sword energy of a flying light sword, carrying a colorless force that kept cracking and getting sharper. Liuli is energetic.
Lu Ningxian fell from the air, and Shao Lingxiao finally gave him a wave of five-color Qi, which made his Dantian boil and his limbs could hardly move independently.
But he still held the paper torture knife in his hand, and just stared at the blade. The knife had moved at will, spinning around in mid-air with his body, and suddenly landed beside Ju Bu.
The people next to him broke away from their restraints. Some fell down on the spot and were unable to move. Others tried their best to take a few steps forward and protected Ju Fu. They tried their best to keep their eyes wide open and pay attention to the fight over there.
When the broken glass flew into the sky like a vortex from both sides and combined to form a huge turbine, Shao Lingxiao pushed it flat with his palms, exploding a large amount of cyan fire, revealing Guan Luoyang's clear figure.
"Oh it's you."
"It's me, and the sword!"
Guan Luoyang raised his arms, and the Wuwei Divine Sword appeared in his palms. In the process of lifting and slashing, the calm sword body suddenly showed an extremely active and turbulent shining texture.
When the sword fell, in Shao Lingxiao's vision, he could clearly feel that in addition to the true energy and spiritual power, there were two other powers blessing it.
The breath of two divine weapons?
No, if you add the Wuwei Divine Sword, there are three types!
The green gold magic weapon forged by Wu Pingqiang is said to be "auxiliary" as its only magical power. However, the abilities it displays are actually divided into two types. One is that it can be used as long as it is filled with true energy. The player's habits change into different weapon forms.
For example, when Jiang Jiusi held this sword and used his sword skills, the blunt sword would lengthen, become thinner, and the tip of the sword would become sharper.
In Guan Luoyang's hands, this magic weapon turned directly into a heavy weapon similar to a whip or a mace.
As for the second ability, he only realized it after Guan Luoyang used his own true energy to thoroughly refine this magic weapon and disintegrate it into his body. It was reconciliation and superposition.
Since ancient times, any person who practices martial arts can only disintegrate one divine weapon into his body at most. If he wants to take multiple divine weapons into his body, it will only cause his own meridians to be damaged, or even his body to explode and die.
Even if Xiang Yu, the former overlord, relied on his natural divine power to practice kung fu to a state close to the Shattered Void, his physical body was unparalleled, he just suppressed two magic weapons and took them all into his body. The final result was just to let those Every spear and knife was on the verge of breaking, and finally the blade self-destructed, leaving only the Overlord Spear.
The ability of this green gold magic weapon is that after the green gold enters the body, two more magic weapons can be found and put into the body, and the three can be balanced. It can also be used when only one of the magic weapons is used. At this time, let the other two kinds of magical weapons try their best to help, so that the single magical power can be exerted to almost three times the normal level.
During this period of time, while Guan Luoyang was chasing down demon mutants everywhere, he continued to refine the Eight Winds Bronze Drum and the Wuwei Divine Sword.
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The Wuwei Divine Sword is still a bit troublesome. The residual cultivation of Yu Tu Zhenren has been deeply penetrated in ten years, and it is too pure. Even if Guan Luoyang himself has practiced the Wuwei Manual, it will be difficult for him to master it in a short period of time. Within a few days, he had completely connected with the aura of this divine sword.
As for the Bafeng Bronze Drum, he treated it much more roughly. He would hold it in his hand every day, and his mental and internal energy would continue to wash into it, and he had successfully disintegrated it into his body.
At this moment, he was holding the Divine Sword of Wuwei. In one move, the magical power of the bronze drum was activated, and the blessings of the green gold divine weapons were all running on the sword body.
The vibrating power was extremely condensed, causing the blade to be covered with a bright luster that couldn't be told whether it was lightning, flame, or thick slurry.
Even if there is a small hill in front of Guan Luoyang, I am afraid that a crack can be cut across the top of the mountain with one sword.
When Shao Lingxiao saw this sword, he didn't dare to take it hard. The water-color luster in his hand flashed, and the flying light sword appeared in his palm. As the figure quickly retreated, the tip of the sword lifted up and hit the middle of the sword of Wuwei Divine Sword.
The intense force was transmitted the moment the two swords exchanged, but with a flick of Shao Lingxiao's wrist, the force that cut Guan Luoyang down was transformed into a vigor like dragon scales.
Although Guan Luoyang has never practiced swordsmanship, he used the sword as a knife in this slash. The profoundness of Jinmei Swordsmanship has long been sublimated in his hands, and it is almost instinctive. strain.
The blade of the Wuwei Divine Sword deviated slightly and missed the tip of the Feiguang Sword. With an extremely harsh sound, it struck down against the Feiguang Sword.
This sword really has the energy to penetrate the rainbow, and its momentum is so abundant that people dare not use it directly.
If Shao Lingxiao continues to retreat at this time, this sword will definitely break open the Feiguang Sword and cut off his entire hand.
But how could he make such a simple mistake? The transition from retreating to moving forward did not require a heavy step on the ground, nor did he pause or slow down at all. It seemed that there was no such thing as inertia in him.
If you want to retreat, you will retreat, and if you want to advance, you will advance.
As Shao Lingxiao collided, Feiguang Sword took the initiative to block the blade of Wuwei Divine Sword with its hand guard, tilted the sword body, and pressed hard against it.
The two divine swords crossed each other, and the concussive magical power around the Wuwei Divine Sword continued.
The swords exploded, internal forces collided, and there was a loud bang.
Hundreds of dragon scales were born in the moment when the two swords clashed. In the blink of an eye, they changed from the size of a needle tip to the size of a palm.
A scaly dragon with clear scales but a somewhat fuzzy overall image rubbed Shao Lingxiao's wrist to his shoulder, swam backwards from him, and soared away.
The first move of life and death, the dragon cries thousands of miles, can only be used as a trump card when Jiang Jiusi uses it. Han Liang's ruthless killing intent is so strong that it will even affect his mood in turn, making him subconsciously indifferent. The tendency of life is why he dare not use it more.
But in Shao Lingxiao's hands, he can even use this killing move to defend.
The cold, ruthless, out-of-control murderous intent, to him, is just a bit of cool atmosphere that always accompanies him.
The four attendants of Qin Umbrella, Book Sword and Qin Umbrella were originally standing behind Shao Lingxiao. The scale-armored dragon took shape too quickly and soared too quickly.
The four of them hurriedly dodged, opened their paper umbrellas, spread out their books, played the guqin, and made sword skills with their hands.
The four of them each used a move, but were still hit by the remaining force of the scale-armored divine dragon's impact, and were scattered and fell to different places.
The four attendants recognized the person who was fighting with Shao Lingxiao, and their faces were horrified and hesitant, and even had a look of disbelief.
They all still remembered the battle with Guan Luoyang on Laojun Mountain. Although they ended up in Xiaguan, Guan Luoyang at that time had not completely threatened the ability of the four of them to form a formation. He just used strange moves one after another. It's just a matter of slightly disrupting the position and being able to escape.
Later, when Master Tianfang returned to the battle, they had no chance to meet Guan Luoyang. They caught a glimpse of a few scenes in the distance, but they only felt that he was taking advantage of others and did not improve much in strength.
But it had been a long time since we had seen each other. Why was it that the aftermath of his duel with someone this time was so unbearable for the four of them? !
How come now, he can actually fight against the leader who is only 30% injured? ! !
The scaly dragon flew across the open space and hit the eaves ten feet behind Shao Lingxiao.
There was a loud rumbling sound mixed with many cracking sounds. Starting from that eaves, the tops of more than a dozen houses were torn open.
From near to far, broken tiles rose up one after another, shooting out in all directions.
After the fierce sword fight, the two people distanced themselves a little.
Shao Lingxiao made subtle changes in the gap between the white horses, and used a sticky formula. The two sides were closely entangled with each other's true energy. The first half of the Feiguang Sword pressed against the front half of the Wuwei Divine Sword. His wrists shook lightly and rubbed against each other, shaking out sword flowers one by one. .
Miso miso miso miso——
Every time a sword flower was shaken out, the pulling force Guan Luoyang felt on the Wuwei Divine Sword suddenly increased sharply.
And it is not a continuous increase, but a loosening and tightening. When the sword flower reaches the point of the two swords pointing down, the pressure suddenly disappears. When the stirring moves upward again, the pulling force suddenly returns.
This change of tightness and tightness has become the essence of swordsmanship in the world. If the sword flower is shaken again, it will be enough to pull the divine sword out of Guan Luoyang's hand and fly away.
But the vibrating magical power that Guan Luoyang released just now has reappeared in these several rotations.
The Wuwei Sword swung away the flying lightsaber, as if lightning arcs were flying wildly in Guan Luoyang's hand. Driven by his almost disappearing arm, he slashed at Shao Lingxiao one after another.
Shao Lingxiao's swordsmanship changed even more strangely. The sword moved again and again, and the afterimages left behind seemed to draw straight lines of light beams in the air with no head or tail.
In the three-dimensional space, there are almost countless directions that can be interspersed and interspersed. Every shift or increase of the sword light means that a "sword" light is being held to cut towards that position.
"Did Yu Tu actually entrust Wuwei to you? I have to admit that this old guy's vision for selecting people is truly the best in the world. Neither Tianfang nor you will let him down."
Shao Lingxiao thought about this, with a hint of jealousy and resentment in his eyes. He couldn't help but think of the demon sect that was destroyed in the past. Some of them were senior brothers and nephews. Although some of them were not as talented as Tianfang and Guan Luoyang in front of him, they were still able to bear the burden. The Demonic Cult propped up the kingdom that ruled Liuzhao.
He had been filled with resentment all his life, but he closed his eyes, unwilling to let this emotion show up in front of his enemy.
The moment he closed his eyes, his dancing figure in black robes also disappeared. Only the flying light sword, like a thin transparent scale, was scattered in the air and followed him.
The second form of the Sword Art of Morning Life and Night Death, Hidden Form with Scales!
