Liang Xingyang didn't let Xia Cunxu die in vain. He couldn't have to risk his life to fight for an absolutely impossible task. Therefore, he wanted to create opportunities for Xia Cunxu.
He attracted the attention of all the enemies, and even the wandering ghosts patrolling back and forth concentrated on him. Xia Cunxu found an opening and climbed up the wall.
An Zhongyu appeared on the wall carrying a long-handled white bone hammer. He looked up, with an angry light in his eyes.
Two days ago, this Ecstasy Pass belonged to Qiu Yiyi. He spent a lot of effort to drive away Qiu Yiren and win the pass. In the process, he lost a lot of energy and suffered a lot of casualties among his soldiers. Now that he has not fully recovered, Liang Xingyang came to find him.
A half-foot-long red magic light burst out from his eyes. His eyes penetrated the thick fog and saw the forest wilderness dozens of miles away. He was sure that there was no army from Yuping City following him, and only Liang Xingyang was alone. He felt relieved.
He pointed the long-handled hammer at the boy in the air: "Who are you? Are you from the White Sun Sect? Or are you from the Nine Dragons Palace?"
"My surname is Liang, and my name is Liang Tianbao. I hate cults most in my life. I will kill cultists when I see them!" Liang Xing raised his finger to the sky, and bright white sword energy spurted out, forming a super weapon more than ten feet long above him. The giant sword shines brighter than the moon in the sky, "Death to the monster!"
The giant sword fell from the sky, as if it was going to cut open the entire Ecstasy!
An Zhongyu shook the long-handled hammer, and the twenty-eight white skeletons on it spun and flew up, swelling to the size of a wheel, and lifted into the air to catch the giant sword.
He has developed a true magic body, and his skills are vastly different from Li Zhenghao. The texture of those skeletons is like jade, moist and delicate, the black smoke sprayed out is thick and viscous, and the jade fire is like liquid, spreading into the air like soup. Three skeletons Catching the Chunyang Giant Sword head-on, a crack was cut on each skull. The three skeletons rolled and turned to the other side, and the other skeletons caught the sword's edge.
The Pure Yang Sword can chop off Li Zhenghao's skeleton, but it cannot win quickly against An Zhongyu.
The handle of the hammer fell, and An Zhongyu took it in his hand. He waved the control skeletons and rushed towards Liang Xingyang. Liang Xingyang flew into the sky with his sword, and the lightning flashed like a thunder god's whip, constantly whipping away the approaching skeletons!
An Zhongyu also has many forces under his command, and each force has a Bone General with a group of Bone Mage under his command.
"Let's all take action together and see how many skeletons he can withstand!"
These people released all the skeletons, at least a thousand of them, all as big as wheels, spinning and dancing, arranged into a sea of skeletons. In an instant, black smoke formed into dark clouds, filling the air, with clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps inside. , the skeletons are sinking and floating in it, howling and howling.
Liang Xingyang made a sword gesture with his hand and stood up in the sky. There were lightning-like sword lights up and down, front, back, left and right. The sword lights intertwined into a net to protect him inside. The black clouds and green fire were strangled when they approached. The skeleton came close, and he was hit. The last strike with the sword was like an electric shock. The Dao Xingchao was chopped into pieces on the spot, and the Dao Xingqiang was instantly "pushed" thousands of feet away!
The Pure Yang Immortal Sword grows at the same time as oneself. The character of the Immortal Sword is unified with the practitioner's own character and will. The Immortal Sword made by a person with a weak personality will be weak and weak. The sword made by a person with a fragile character will be easily broken. The sword is also training oneself. The fairy sword is constantly honed in the process of facing the enemy. The more frustrated it is, the sharper it becomes, and the character will become tough and sharp at the same time.
This is the essence of the Chunyang Sword Sutra: the sword and heart are one body, the sword is the heart, and the heart is the sword!
Liang Xingyang was determined to hone his swordsmanship and did not use any other means. He only used a fairy sword to fly up and down to resist the attacks of more than a dozen bone generals and at least fifty bone mages on the wall.
The fairy swords chop down the overcoming skeletons one after another. The black smoke emitted by these skeletons can pollute the vitality and corrode magic weapons. The phosphorus ghost fire can melt gold and break iron, harm the soul and cause people to hallucinate.
The Pure Yang Immortal Sword is rampant in the black smoke, shuttles in the green fire, the mind does not move, the essence is condensed and does not disperse, the Immortal Sword is not stained or turbid, it goes back and forth, the bone fragments are flying, and the magic light is splashing!
The two sides fought for a while, and another white-bone general fired white-bone arrows. White-bone Yinfeng arrows rose up from the wall with a whistle, and successive white-bone arrows shot toward Liang Xingyang with green flame tails, but they were unable to do so. After breaking through the sword circle of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, it exploded violently, spewing out a large amount of phosphorus-yin ghost fire. The green flames connected into a sea of fire, dyeing the moon in the sky green.
Because Liang Xingyang chopped off the six arms of An Zhongyu's White Bone Demon that day, and now he is so brave, the people of the White Bone Sect tensed up their nerves and cast spells with all their strength: some shook their bells to steal Liang Xingyang's soul from the air; Some used skulls to curse, and used knives to curse through the air and stab Liang Xingyang's head; some sent out many thin needles, hidden in the green fire and black smoke, and flew towards them; some released poisonous magic nets, sealing the surrounding space. live……
All of their attention was on Liang Xingyang, and they were not careful when Xia Cunxu quietly touched the wall.
A group of phosphorus-yin ghost fires came towards him. Xia Cunxu's whole body was illuminated in blue color. He was still two or three meters away, and he felt that the coldness was overwhelming. The yin evil invaded the skin and muscles, filling the whole body, from head to toe, from the outside to the inside. , as if it was instantly cool!
He grabbed the Star Swirl Cone and stabbed it towards the flames.
The awl sword pierced the green fire, just like popping a balloon. The fireball instantly collapsed and turned into large green sparks that exploded and fell.
Xia Cunxu covered his face with his sleeves and used Qing Kung Fu to fly backwards several feet away. However, a few sparks burned out many holes in his sleeves. Some of them got on the back of his hands, and his skin and muscles immediately turned into white ash powder, and two holes were burned out. The pit of flesh the size of a soybean was filled with severe pain in the next second, along with the coldness that made the bone marrow coagulate.
He shivered twice in a row, and hurriedly used the internal strength he had practiced since childhood, and filled his body with zhenqi to resist external evils before he felt better.
After calming down, he walked along the shadow of the crenel towards the middle of the wall. He saw the tall young man wearing a black robe, holding the longest hammer handle in his hand. According to Liang Xingyang's description, it must be his own. The target is An Zhongyu!
After walking for a while, he met a Bone Mage who was casting spells to control skeletons. He used Qing Gong to sneak around behind him, pierced his heart with a star swivel awl, and at the same time hit his acupuncture points to make him unable to scream.
Xia Cunxu dragged the man to a dark place, put on his clothes, and picked up his bone staff.
There were three skeletons on the top of the white bone staff. They all turned around in an instant and faced him. Their mouths kept opening and closing, and they growled lowly. Looking at the posture, they seemed to be ready to break away from the staff at any time and fly over to bite them.
Xia Cunxu was so frightened that he held the Xingxuan Cone and shouted in a low voice: "Do you want to die? Believe it or not, I will stab you to death!"
The reason why those skeletons didn't fly over to bite him was because they sensed the terror of the Xingxuan Cone. They lowered their heads, looked at the sharp-edged Xingxuan Cone with their hollow bird's nests, and nodded reluctantly.
"Turn around! I will be your master from now on!"
The three skeletons looked at each other, then "swish", rotated 180 degrees, and turned the back of their heads to face Xia Cunxu.
"Huh!" Xia Cunxu let out a long breath. He held the Star Cone in his left hand and hid it in his robe, and held the skull staff in his right hand. He pretended to cast a spell against Liang Xingyang in the clouds in the distance, and quietly moved towards An Zhongyu.
