"Now that I think about it, I made a mistake. Although this move can win with speed and cleverness, it is suitable for use here because it can inject resentment into the enemy, blinding his mind and slowing down his moves."
When we were at the Guanwang Temple, a tree as thick as a bowl was scratched by this move. It took a while before it broke and withered.
Cao Mu has no intention, but is affected by resentment. Thinking about it, it is probably inevitable that this giant machine will come to him.
When it made sense in theory, Ye Wumian no longer hesitated, stood up and tried his best to perform this move, causing the sword energy to flutter with excitement.
He had almost no internal energy left, and the sword energy relied more on the power of the Songwen Sword, which had some blessing effects to channel all the resentment out.
Sure enough, as he expected, the machine giant received a resentful blow, and his offensive was really delayed for a few minutes. Even his face was red and scrawled, and his eyes were swaying in a daze, as if he was like a human being, immersed in Troubled by distracting thoughts, there is no way to extricate yourself.
Ye Wumian was so happy that he couldn't help shouting loudly: "This is the moment!"
When the machine giant's left and right swords both slowed down, Ye Wumian used the fastest speed to rush to his chest, summoned up the last bit of internal strength, held the hilt of the Qingzhi Sword, leaving no trace behind, and poured all his energy into it. in.
"Hey!"
The spirituality of the Qingzhi Sword also lies in this: it seems to be a baby that has long been waiting for feeding. The green light flashes on the hilt of the sword, calling for Ye Wumian to channel its inner power.
When it received the internal force, there was a long groan from the sword.
The hilt of the sword seemed to be burning with green flames, the fire was soaring into the sky, and the green energy was overwhelming!
After Ye Wumian injected all his inner strength, he could no longer hold on, his lightness skills were exhausted, his feet gave way, and he fell down.
Fortunately, the place where he originally landed was not high, and the fall did not hurt him anywhere. After rolling down a foot, he was just like an ordinary person, with no so-called body skills. He opened his legs and his head was empty. There is only one word left, "run"!
This run is almost no different from the run of ordinary people. A warrior who has exhausted his internal strength can only use pure physical strength.
Hearing a loud noise from behind, Ye Wumian jumped forward suddenly. Where he fell, a piece of debris flew past his head and hit the crown and hat he was wearing, but it did not come off.
He shouted: "It's so dangerous!"
When he lay on the ground and looked back, a beautiful figure had blocked his sight.
Qianying picked up the red silk ribbon around her waist and danced, no matter how fast, but she used the red silk silk to block all the broken pieces that flew towards Wuxian Ye, or she held them down to prevent any of them from hurting him.
The loud noise lasted for a while, and when everything calmed down, Ye Wumian got up, looked past the beautiful figure, and looked intently.
There are no more giant machines to be seen, only broken pieces on the ground.
The air was filled with fine dust, which covered people's eyes and made it difficult to open their eyes. It was even more difficult to breathe.
"Son..."
In the haze, Qianying called him softly.
The smoke and dust filled the air, and Chu Yan seemed so far away from him, yet so close at the same time. That peerless face, in the blur, was breathtaking.
I don't dare to look at it any more during sleepless nights, for fear that the image of Luo Xiangzhu in my mind will become blurry one day.
He quickly asked: "You blocked the explosion for me and were not injured?"
Although he was greeting her with concern, his eyes did not look at her. They just found a suitable place to look at and paused for a moment.
He was relieved when Chu Yan smiled and said, "It's not a problem."
He walked directly to the pile of debris and picked up the Qingzhi Sword, which was still full of green light.
Picking up the Qingzhi Sword, the ancient inscriptions on the sword's body were intact, and the blade was not damaged in any way.
If there is a sound of sword clanging, it seems to be asking for credit to the sleepless night.
"A famous sword is indeed a famous sword!"
Ye Wumian couldn't bear to put it away immediately. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he still praised it, "It was able to escape from such an intense explosion. It is worthy of Cao Cao's famous sword!"
Being able to successfully destroy the core of the mechanism, Qingzhi Sword played the most important role!
If the green sword is replaced by a pine pattern sword, it is almost impossible to achieve this effect.
Not to mention that the Songwen Sword itself is light, but inserting it into the body of the machine giant only increases the difficulty several times. Besides, it couldn't amplify the internal power injected by Ye Wumian to the level of Qingzhi Sword.
It is even more difficult to escape intact after destroying the core of the mechanism.
That day in the Guanwang Temple, I got this sword by chance. It was really my luck. Otherwise, I would not know how to break the situation tonight.
Chu Yan came over, admired the Qingzhi Sword, and said, "Young Master is a blessed man. This is indeed a good sword."
Ye Wumian's heart moved slightly.
He remembered that she had said that she wanted him to teach her swordsmanship before, but now her eyes showed her joy in appreciating the Qingzhi Sword.
"She seems to be a lover of swords. Why don't I go with the flow and give her the Qingzhi Sword?"
Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate. He held the sword together with the scabbard in his hands and gave it to her, saying: "Miss Chu, if you like it, you can take this sword."
The autumn waves in Chu Yan's eyes were as bright as lights reflected in the river.
Seeing that Ye Wumian didn't seem to be joking or pretending, he took the sword and said with a smile: "Yan'er naturally won't want Young Master's sword, but Yan'er can keep this sword for Young Master for the time being. In the future, Young Master When you need it, you don't need to say anything, Yan'er will hand it to you naturally."
Ye Wumian smiled and said to himself: "Don't talk about keeping it, it doesn't matter if I actually give it to you. You have helped me so much, so receiving this sword as a gift is nothing."
He did not say these words.
Walking to the explosion of the mechanism giant, he picked up dozens of copper and iron fragments from the ground and put them into his sleeves.
These are all the fragments left after the core of the mechanism exploded.
The core of the mechanism was pierced by the Qingzhi Sword. Although it was soft, the inside was still made of solid copper and iron.
Now that these fragments are of a suitable size, Ye Wuxian feels that they can be used to practice concealed weapons.
In the past few days, he had also learned a lot about the "Nine-Character Mantra of Qimen's Hidden Weapons" that he grabbed from Shen Tong. He had some theoretical foundation, but lacked practical operation.
Mainly because there was no hidden weapon material at hand, at least not as Shen Tong's shot was a series of sparks.
I don’t know what the sparks are made of. I don’t have a sample of it in Ye Wu Mian, and it’s impossible for me to go back to Prince Ji’s Mansion to find out what happened.
But the form of hidden weapons is not necessarily limited to the sparks. The copper and iron fragments on the ground are also suitable.
Furthermore, when one's martial arts reaches a high level, not to mention killing people by picking off leaves from flying flowers, even if one uses internal force as a hidden weapon to kill people invisible, there is no shortage of such masters in the world.
After collecting the fragments, Ye Wumian turned to look at the closed stone door behind him.
"Miss Chu, is there any way to open this stone door?"
