Chapter Eighty-Eight: Results
Finally, in the increasingly dense sword light, Li Zi'an still stopped at the center of the sword array with scars all over his body, and if he walked further, what greeted him was no longer the sword light formed by the aura, but the physical spirit sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Li Zi'an just wanted to smile slightly, but the pain from the wound he touched made him grin, and he could only hang a reluctant smile and say: "In the previous life, I was strong enough and lucky enough to rush out of Shuyang City with you, but this time, we may not have such good luck." ā
He looked down at Caiyi in his arms and asked softly, "Are you afraid, Caiyi?"
Caiyi, who had been crying silently, just shook her head at the moment.
"Well, although we are not renewing our relationship in this life, but in the next life, if I meet you, I will definitely fall in love with you again. ā
Li Zi'an smiled slightly, raised his foot and took a step forward.
"I'm Li Zi'an, do what I say!"
And the monks who maintained the sword formation around him instantly showed an extremely angry look when Li Zi'an took this step, and shouted loudly: "This traitor of the Dao Alliance!
When the other monks around heard the shout, as if they remembered something, they instantly showed an angry look, and shouted loudly at the same time as the monks before them.
"As the champion of the Dao League's newcomer selection, he is so self-loving!"
"Collusion with the demons of the southern country!
"Kill this traitor!"
In an instant, the spirit swords in the sky danced wildly, and the three long swords with the richest spiritual light roared down with a long stream of spiritual energy.
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Hearing only three sword sounds, the three flying swords instantly slashed across Li Zi'an's body at an extremely fast speed, leaving deep scars on his legs, ankles and right shoulders respectively, and the sword body continued to sink into the hard floor.
Li Zi'an snorted, his feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground without controlling his balance.
The three monks in charge of the three swords exhaled at the same time and wiped the sweat from their heads, it was also very laborious for them to perform such a delicate operation, but their faces relaxed, and the spiritual communication between them was also full of ease: "Finally completed the task of the Venerable, and then let them work on their own, there is nothing for us to do." ā
However, the eyes of the other monks next to him couldn't help but light up when they saw their performance of leaving the spirit sword in place like this and not recovering it, and they had already considered each other.
"These three bastards, there is such a method without notifying us in advance, you must know that you have been controlling the spirit sword attack like this, you can't play too much, and you have to leave wounds, it's really troublesome!"
Finally, after all the monks had reached a consensus, the sword shadows in the sky fell one after another, and the sound of the long sword sinking into the floor sounded one after another, and the smoke and dust stirred up instantly drowned Li Zi'an, who could still walk slowly.
Seeing such a scene, the corners of the Zhang family's mouth at the gate of the main hall hooked up a happy smile, and the Li family's head couldn't control it anymore, and he was about to fall down as soon as it was dark in front of him, but he was held by a hand stretched out behind him.
Bai Yuechen smiled and said, "Uncle, don't be overly sad, Zi'an is still there." ā
The two family heads were startled at the same time, and instantly looked towards the sword array.
I saw that in the sky that was originally full of sword shadows, under the pouring just now, only one-tenth of the spirit sword was left, and the smoke and dust caused by the landing of ten thousand swords just now were slowly dissipating.
All eyes were on this place.
Eventually, the smoke cleared, revealing a scene that made everyone feel unbelievable.
Li Zi'an knelt in place, his whole body was covered with wounds of all sizes, whether it was on his face or back, there was not an inch of intact clothing, and blood had stained his clothes red.
All the spirit swords were submerged in more than half of the floor made of special stone, and hundreds of long swords were densely inserted into Li Zi'an's side, and the bright sword light made the blood red color on Li Zi'an's body in the center even more shocking.
But......
"Not a single sword actually passed through his body!
The head of the Zhang family seemed to understand something at this moment, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Bai Yuechen.
Bai Yuechen smiled slightly: "Maybe Zi'an's dodging technique is too clever, or maybe it's because the monks in charge of the sword formation don't have enough control, who knows?"
The head of the Li family, who saw hope in an instant, was instantly overjoyed, and instantly echoed: "That's right, Li Daoyou, you also saw it just now, so many spirit swords are pouring down, even if it is you, it is difficult for me to compete, Zi'an can end up with this, maybe it is really just his luck?"
The head of the Zhang family was choked and speechless, and snorted coldly: "Even if you are lucky about what happened just now, there are still more than ten spirit swords on top of the sword formation, I think how can he hide now?"
Bai Yuechen was also puzzled at this moment, and he glanced lightly at the last dozen or so monks who were still controlling the spirit sword.
However, what no one knew was that looking at the dense long swords within five meters of Li Zi'an's center, the hearts of these monks who felt Bai Yuechen's gaze were also full of bitterness at this moment,
"It's not that we don't want to all fall, but by his side, there is really no place to insert it, and the dignified monk Edgeworth attacks the target that won't move, if it really flies five meters away, it's really done. ā
However, just when these monks were all unable to advance or retreat, and their faces were hesitant, Bai Yuechen, who saw a familiar figure in the distance, immediately gave an order: "It's now, take out the sword!"
The monks who received the order did not hesitate at all, and under the flickering of the Dao Technique in their hands, the long swords fell in the sky one after another.
Several people in front of the hall had different expressions at the moment.
The head of the Zhang family sneered.
The head of the Li family once again looked desperate.
And Bai Yuechen, who was in charge of giving the order, had a triumphant smile.
Seeing the sword light flashing, the long sword with a whistling sound was about to nail the motionless Li Zi'an to death.
A familiar move voice instantly caught everyone's attention.
"Pure Quality-Yang Yan!"
A yellow figure suddenly appeared and rushed to Li Zi'an's side, and suddenly crimson flames burst out in all directions, roaring towards the spirit sword that fell from the sky.
'Whew~'
I saw a huge crimson flame burst out in the field, obscuring everyone's vision.
"Pure Impotence?"
The head of the Zhang family gritted his teeth and exclaimed, turning his head and staring straight at Bai Yuechen.
Bai Yuechen smiled slightly and said, "What does Uncle Zhang think of me? I'm not the only one in this world who can be pure Yangyan. ā
A moment later, as the flames in the sky dissipated, revealing the situation in the field.
"The moon in the east!"
The head of the Zhang family seemed to have squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
With a wide yellow robe draped over his shoulders, a half-eaten sugar gourd in his mouth, and two eye-catching dumb hairs on his head, the figure that suddenly appeared was Dongfang Yueyue.
And Dongfang Yue, who had a smart face, put his hands on both sides of Li Zi'an's body at this moment, and used the secret technique he learned in Tu Mountain.
"Based on the right, on the left side of life, the technique of the fox demon, the stars shift!"