Dead wood in spring, desperate in life.

Xiao Jiansheng entered the realm of the five grades of the Nian Master in silence, which is definitely a big bad news for Wu Shan, if there is anything that can restrain the wizard in the case of the same level, only the Nian Master, this statement has a origin.

When Xiao Jian gave birth to the fourth grade, Wushan could shake his majesty in front of him and snatch away his women, but the fifth grade was a different matter.

Someone once briefly summarized that people have good and evil thoughts, and naturally there will be good thoughts and evil thoughts, witchcraft, which originates from people's evil thoughts, and the reason why chanting restrains witchcraft is not that chanting comes from good thoughts, and there are also great evil people in the chanting, which can also make people fall into hellish illusions and cannot extricate themselves, but the essence of chanting is pure, with a peculiar purifying effect, which can be highlighted after the five products.

The top-level supernatural power of chanting is called by people, a thought is pure, can turn thousands of evil thoughts into invisible, some similar to Buddhism's supernatural powers, are the pursuit of purity and cultivation of silent attack, of course, the means are miraculous, and the cost is more.

Therefore, Wushan has to keep a certain distance from Xiao Jiansheng, which stems from his instinct, an instinctive judgment of danger.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng suddenly spread out his palm, and a white lotus flower bloomed on the palm, and the holy halo between the petals lingered, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Wu Shan continued to retreat in astonishment, keeping a sufficient distance from Xiao Jiansheng.

Xiao Jiansheng sneered and said, "Lord Wushan, I'll send you a meeting." ”

The lotus flower shot away, and the wisps of holy light spread overwhelmingly, and those silver threads intertwined with each other, unfolding an endless devouring of each other, flickering between light and darkness, as if water and fire were incompatible.

After a few breaths, the world of witches carefully constructed by Wushan completely disappeared.

The snow outside had stopped, and the wrath of heaven had vanished.

It's dawning, and the stars are faint.

Wu Shan calmed down for a moment and said: "Even if you are a five-grade Nian Master, but so-and-so has already taken away half of your luck, in other words, you only have half a life now, and in this state now, how can you fight with so-and-so?"

Wu Shan is right, although Xiao Jiansheng was fortunate enough to break through the realm of the Five Rank Nian Master, he still couldn't escape a scar, but his injury was not a bleeding wound, but an internal injury suppressed by Wu Shan's heavy means, although he had quietly begun to recuperate his body, but how could the body that had been eroded by that evil force be healed?

Xiao Jiansheng sneered, raised his hand and made a move, a crystal clear lotus seed appeared in his hand, flicked his fingers, the lotus seed flew away, and instantly turned into a white mang and shot towards Wushan, Wushan stomped his feet violently, and suddenly a sword tip cracked out under the snow, and dozens of pitch-black short swords shot at Xiao Jiansheng and the arc of light in different trajectories, and after a while, the white mangs turned into lotus seeds were cut to pieces, and they were not able to form an army, only a few slashed through Wushan's body like a blade.

And Xiao Jiansheng's physical strength is far inferior to before, his flexibility has decreased sharply, and his body has been hit frequently, if it weren't for the pure telekinetic shield to block some killing moves, it would have been full of holes at this time, but even so, his body shook again.

Those black swords are not heavy on killing, but on blood, as long as they see blood, there will be wisps of evil things injected into the body, after avoiding the last black sword, Xiao Jiansheng's body staggered, and a few mouthfuls of black blood spurted out, and the figure of Wushan in front of him became illusory again.

Xiao Jiansheng forcibly operated the Death Sutra, which was able to suppress those evil things.

On the opposite side, Wushan Feng smiled lightly, took a step forward, concentrated on the tips of his fingers, and his palms became grasping forward, and five silver silk threads shot out from his fingertips, shooting at Xiao Jiansheng in five different directions.

These five silver threads fell into Xiao Jiansheng's eyes, there were hundreds of them, he swung his sword suddenly, poured his pure mental power on the blade, and slashed with all his might, which could cut off dozens of silver threads, and all the others were bound to him.

The silver thread tightened violently, Xiao Jiansheng spurted blood again, and the sword station forcibly did not fall, but he could no longer struggle, and the three silver threads tied him firmly.

Wu Shan smiled and said as he walked: "It seems that a certain person has lifted you, the recitation technique of the Five Rank Nian Master, you can play less than half, how to win a certain tonight?"

Wu Shan walked up to Xiao Jiansheng and suddenly raised his hand to point at Xiao Jiansheng's eyebrows.

At this moment, a throat-tearing roar came from inside the palace: "Don't hurt him. ”

This roar, the whole palace trembled, her white hair was like being swept by the wind, her unwilling eyes were full of incomparable anger, and the trace of leisurely qi suddenly stirred, about to pierce her heart.

At this moment, Wu Shan suddenly turned to look at Zhao Lingxue, and said in a playful voice: "Your Royal Highness Princess, kneel down and beg so-and-so, maybe so-and-so will show mercy once and leave him alive, but only if he can breathe." ”

Xiao Jiansheng shook his head at Zhao Lingxue, his eyes were full of her three thousand white threads, and he couldn't speak for thousands of pains, he suddenly sneered, one voice higher than the other.

Just as Zhao Lingxue closed her eyes and pondered and hesitated, Wu Shan sneered and pointed.

The movement of this point was faster than Zhao Lingxue's speed of begging for death, but it was not faster than Xiao Jiansheng's thoughts, just when the thin index finger was not less than a fraction away from Xiao Jiansheng's eyebrows, Wushan's thin body flew out violently, and when he landed, his body seemed to have become a sieve, and thousands of holy white lights overflowed into his body, filling every pore of him.

Wu Shan was in great pain, just about to open his mouth to scream, dozens of rays of light shot out of his mouth, and then, his eyes, nose and ears all became the cathartic outlet of white light, under the illumination of white light, Wu Shan's whole face was as white as a skeleton, extremely miserable.

However, even so, Wushan still staggered to his feet, and with a cold snort, Bai Mang converged and disappeared.

Wu Shan walked towards Xiao Jiansheng again, taking a breath with every move.

At this moment, Wu Shan suddenly looked dozens of years old, his steps were staggering, accompanied by bursts of violent coughing blood, his eyes had been completely blinded by white light, and even the eyeball was missing, his face had been distorted and it was difficult to see that it was a human face, but he was still struggling to move.

When Wushan was less than a foot away from Xiao Jiansheng, he slowly raised his bloody hand and summoned a black long sword more than three feet long from somewhere in the sky, and the evil power of the witch on the black sword was undoubtedly displayed, which made people tremble.

This is the sword of the witch, representing the absolute authority, soaked in blood ten thousand times, has beheaded the Buddha, beheaded the Taoist real person, and killed countless cultivators.

Facing a sword in Wu Shan's hand, Xiao Jiansheng closed his eyes tightly, no one knew what he thought, and the same was true for Zhao Lingxue, she bit her lip and shouted through her throat, there was only a resolute intention left in her eyes, but she still couldn't stop Wu Shan from raising his sword, when the sword of Wu drew a black arc that was enough to interfere with the hundreds of millions of heavenly light rising in the east, Zhao Lingxue closed her eyes and sighed.

Just when she made up her mind, she suddenly heard a bang, accompanied by a heart-rending roar from Wu Shan, she didn't know what was going on, when she opened her eyes, Wu Shan was still holding the sword and did not cut it off, and there was a burning arrow on her back.

The strange flames on the arrow spread along Wu Shan's back, turning him into a fire man in an instant, although it looked extremely painful, but within the flames, Wu Shan was surprisingly quiet, did not struggle, did not try to extinguish the flames, but through the burning flames, his eyes looked at Xiao Jiansheng with heavy eyes.

Faced with this scene, Xiao Jiansheng couldn't help but sigh, he was ruthless enough to himself, no wonder he was able to practice this evil technique, but it was a pity for this heart.

At this moment, Wu Shan suddenly showed Xiao Jiansheng a smile that he couldn't decipher, and then, Wu Shan opened his mouth and inhaled, sucking all the raging flames into his body, sneering, exhaling a scorching breath, and raising his sword again to Xiao Jiansheng.

This scene made Xiao Jiansheng feel a lot of emotion, especially watching the scene of Wushan devouring the flames, and his heart was full of thoughts.

Xiao Jian took a sharp breath, and forcibly condensed a few swords of mental power by squeezing, cut the silver thread, got up with difficulty, looked directly at Wushan with groggy eyes, and raised his sword to meet Wushan.

The two of them are like two clumsy martial artists, raising their swords to slash at each other in the most direct way, but they are close to the oil drying lamp, so the speed of the two swords falling is very slow, but they still collide together, there is no sharp impact, and there are no sparks, the blades of the two swords are tightly attached to one place, and they have not been separated for a long time, as if they are a couple in a hot kiss, and they have been kissing deeply for a long time.

After about half a pillar of incense, the two of them fell backwards with a bang.

The flames that were forcibly swallowed into his body by Wu Shan may not have been completely absorbed, and the moment he fell to the ground, the flames began to ignite from the inside, spreading throughout his body in an instant, and the beating flames burned out a pungent smell and a crackling sound.

Xiao Jiansheng slowly opened his eyes, staring at the gray-white sky quietly by the firelight on Wushan's body, he was thinking about a lot of questions, but he couldn't get up.

The aftermath of the battle disappeared, the surroundings were full of messes, the cracks on the snow could no longer be closed, and the scars of various shapes cut out by the vertical and horizontal sword qi were vividly visible, until this time, the remnants of the defeated generals left by Wushan came back to their senses, looked at the black bone from a distance, hesitated for a while, and seemed to think that Xiao Jiansheng was unable to get up, so he had the courage to walk towards him with the scimitar in his hand.

Who said that the men in the snowy region are not afraid of death, but they are not afraid to the extreme, people are always afraid of death, Xiao Jiansheng is the same, until now he is afraid, he is still lying still, he is thinking that after today, this snowy region may be in a state of bloody battle for a long time, this endgame will be cleaned up by the Divine Arrow Feather, the snowy region is so vast, it is enough for him to be busy.

He was still thinking about her white hair, how to meet in the mirror in the future, it seemed to be a very pestering question, Xiao Jiansheng thought for a long time before thinking of the answer.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng suddenly turned his head and smiled evilly at the Wushan men who came up around him, and in an instant, those people fled as if they were scattered.