Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Sword of Sin Chants, and the Old Man Comes with a Light Buckle of Firewood
/p> Saritarim was silent for a moment.
The slowly rising battle intent around Luo Changfeng's body made the towering forest once again nameless wind, and the fallen leaves all over the ground suddenly rose chaotically, floating and dancing between the sight of the two, and the red leaves gradually became charming.
An Hongdou and Li Xingyun quietly retreated to the side.
At this moment, Luo Changfeng's gaze locked on a blank flying red leaf.
A sword light flashed, and the red leaves were silently and smoothly cut into two pieces, and after the sword marks that made the leaves begin to separate, the second and third slices ...... The sword light cut through the fifty-six red leaves in an instant, progressing one by one, and finally pointed directly at the eyebrows of the Blue Devil Hand Zhao Gou.
Hold your breath.
Without warning, the sword momentum rose, and several people watching in Tallinn held their breath.
Luo Changfeng, who was in the midst of the chaotic leaves, approached the center of his eyebrows with a sword, and Zhao Gou's expression in the Tribulation Realm did not change in the slightest, he just raised his cyan hand, and then used King Kong's incorruptible index and middle fingers to clamp the tip of the sword that was as fast as thunder and lightning.
The wind stopped suddenly.
The autumn leaves suddenly freeze.
Wu Xiuyang, who was even more nervous than going into battle in person, took a deep breath, and then the frozen picture in Tallinn was like loose sand being blown away by this breath.
Luo Changfeng's figure disappeared.
The sword in his hand disappeared.
The figure of the blue devil hand Zhao Gou disappeared.
Only the inconspicuous ordinary temple ring knife is still obliquely inserted in the thick fallen leaves.
Wu Xiuyang was incredulous and quickly covered his mouth.
Li Xingyun, whose swordsmanship had risen sharply after receiving the sword box from Mr., frowned slightly, and the figures of Luo Changfeng and Zhao Gou, the blue devil hand, once again came into view like a static picture.
This time, it's on top of a Tallinn.
It was still Luo Changfeng who came out with a sword.
It's still the Blue Devil who catches the sword with one hand.
The cyan arm that was as hard as a thousand-year-old black iron was extremely weird, and the moment it touched the tip of the sword, Luo Changfeng could clearly feel a force that could not be broken free faintly, like a thousand catties in four or two, soft and continuous.
Luo Changfeng had to take out the sword again, from different angles, tricky angles.
Stepping on the star position under his feet, he seemed to be a doppelganger with more than a dozen afterimages appearing in an instant. So he slashed diagonally, slashed vertically, swept across, picked up, and stabbed straight...... Luo Changfeng took out nineteen swords, and used the sword style he comprehended when he cultivated the sword.
The angles and acupuncture points that each sword focuses on are different, but they all have the same goal, just to find the blind spot where the blue devil hand Zhao Gou can't catch the sword with one hand, or the weakness that makes his body take the initiative to avoid.
But after all, the bamboo basket was empty.
Zhao Gou, the blue devil hand who connected Luo Changfeng's dozens of swords, did not use his demon arm, he used a knife.
He held the Buddha Gate Ring Knife.
The moment the knife was raised high, clouds rolled in the distance, and the blue sky that was clear in the early morning suddenly darkened.
Then the ring knife fell.
Looking down from the clouds, I saw that the red leaf temple of the red leaf mountain suddenly burst out of the eye-catching golden light, and a big Buddha sitting upright with a golden hand made a flower seal was shot down.
There was a sword groaning in my ears.
Hundreds of sword groans rang in my ears.
The mind moved slightly and summoned the hundreds of thousands of ancient swords in the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram, and the more than 1,000 swords were like Optimus Prime trying to hold up the flower print that fell on the top of the head, and wanted to pierce the palm of the Buddha.
Luo Changfeng, who didn't know what kind of pressure he was bearing, was surging with blood, and the silver fox's face opened angrily, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.
As soon as the qi machine was discharged, more than a thousand swords collapsed in an instant.
The flower seal came from the top, and since the academy no longer existed, Luo Changfeng, who had been raising the butcher's knife for a long time, and never made a knife at the moment of life and death, burst out of a holy lotus flower in his body.
Luo Changfeng, who recasts his body with a thirty-five petal lotus, can be transformed into a thirty-five-character lotus formula. It's just that this time the holy lotus flower that broke out of the body was not any of the thirty-five words, because this was the last word lotus.
One of the 36 characters of Lotus is Buddha, which is a Buddha lotus world, and it was once the scabbard of the butcher's knife to seal the knife. The Wuxiang Dao Sect entered Tiandong on a snowy night that night, and it was to use this word lotus to isolate the eight hundred sects of Tiandong from the world and seal the sect for a year!
Now the Buddha lotus has reappeared.
The light of the Buddha shines.
Silent and silent.
The Buddha Lotus seems to have an infinite gravitational force, and under the traction of that unknown force, the flower print turned into countless soft rays of light, and together with the Buddha statue, a thread, a wisp of it was swallowed by the Buddha Lotus.
The light drove away the darkness from the sky.
The Buddha Lotus came out silently, silently, and turned into a point of light and submerged into Luo Changfeng's body.
An Hongdou blinked her beautiful eyes.
Luo Changfeng and Blue Devil Hand Zhao Gou were still standing in place with each other.
They stared at each other.
The messy red leaves flying in the sky between the two of them shattered in an instant, and the powder dissipated with the wind.
There is no obstacle between the sights.
Blood spilled from the corner of Luo Changfeng's mouth......
Blue Devil Hand Zhao Gou looked at the young man not far in front of him who had low cultivation methods but was extremely difficult to deal with, and said, "You are very good. At that time, I was not as good as you at this time, and the second place in Tianque was well deserved!"
Luo Changfeng grinned dismally: "Dare to ask seniors, am I the next move?"
Blue Devil Hand Zhao Gou stretched out his hand and pointed to the back: "Passing through this Tallinn, it is the Dusk Drum Morning Bell Tower." And there he you will see. ”
Wu Xiuyang was shocked.
An Hongdou smiled and turned to look at Luo Changfeng.
Li Xingyun hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his crumbling comrades.
Although Luo Changfeng was injured, his eyes were happy: "I seem to have broken through the realm." ”
Spiritual realm.
It's only one step away from the Tribulation Realm.
That meant that the chances of revenge by Yan Bailou, who had killed and robbed the realm, had undoubtedly increased a few points, and Luo Changfeng couldn't hide the joy in his heart.
An Hongdou, who was like a deer stumbling on the edge of wandering and struggling, still walked over with a blush on his face.
Luo Bingwang, a victorious general who has never been defeated in the battlefield of the Seven Prefectures, was so heroic and energetic in a red robe once upon a time. But for some reason, after meeting this young man with a silver fox face, he always couldn't mention half of Luo Bingwang's peerless temperament.
Is it because of that night?
An Hongdou's cheeks became more and more hot.
She walked up to Luo Changfeng, stared into Luo Changfeng's eyes, and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”
Then he turned away without shame or decisively.
But as soon as she took a step, she turned around and stared at Luo Changfeng with those bright autumn eyes and said, "I really saw you before. ”
Wu Xiuyang followed closely.
Luo Changfeng, who calmed down a little, smiled bitterly, and walked with Li Xingyun Ling'er through Tallinn towards the Evening Drum Morning Bell Tower.
Li Xingyun passed by with the blue devil hand Zhao Gou.
The sword in the sword box behind his back trembled faintly.
A dull sword chant came into Zhao Gou's ears, and the latter looked at Li Xingyun's back with a look of horror.
......
In front of the door of the quiet small courtyard behind Luoqiu Village, there was an old man in a white-haired Taoist robe who lightly buckled the courtyard door. The old man looked like he had traveled many miles to find this place.
Although he was a little tired, the old man was in a good mood.
Because he finally found the man.
The second demon punishment in the Heavenly Machine Plate is in this Luoqiu Village.
It's in this small courtyard hut.
(End of chapter)