Moon Swing Three Corpses Demon Sword Technique!

Although Chai Rangchuan has a deep cultivation, he has a normal family after all. There is no proud cultivation, and if there is no strong martial arts to match, it is difficult to give full play to one's own strength.

Therefore, He Yun also deliberately selected a few sword techniques for him in the Guogong Mansion a few months ago, which were suitable for him. And this Moon Swing Three Corpses Demon Suppression Sword Technique is the most powerful sword slash among them!

This sword technique, at its root, is actually a unique sect. With the heart of the Demon Protector as the shield, and the pure cold and cold moon power of the heaven and earth as the blade, the responsibility of protecting the Dao ruling.

Therefore, this sword technique, when facing evil cultivators, will be particularly terrifying. It is inherently restrained. But Chang Zhiyuan is an authentic disciple of the Sword Sect, and his own martial arts is also the righteous path of the Eight Classics. The sword trick does not have much restraint effect on it.

Moreover, Chang Zhiyuan himself was a cultivator of the Four Heavens of Heaven, and in the absence of other powerful means, the cultivation of the Two Heavens of Chai Rangchuan was finally revealed.

"Get out of the way!"

Chang Zhiyuan, who was keenly aware of Chai Rangchuan's insupport, roared violently, the sand-yellow four-step heavenly ladder roared and shook, and the surging spiritual power around his body did not decrease but increased.

"Rangchuan!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, he was always sweeping the formation, and He Yun, who was guarding against the blood-clothed Buddha, couldn't care about anything else, and in the turmoil of the frost-white essence, he was about to make a move.

"Same Buddha and same demon, Buddha and demon are self-or!"

The figure of the Blood-clothed Buddha was unpredictable, and as if it had disappeared before, it appeared in front of He Yunye in a trance, blocking his way.

"Little brother, can you stay with poor Niko?"

Blinking his charming eyes, the blood-clothed Buddha looked at He Yunye in a resentful tone.

"You really didn't leave!

Airplanes!

Qingyue's knife roared in response. A shining arc of light flashed in the night sky and appeared in He Yunye's hand.

Holding the knife in both hands, hanging obliquely behind him, He Yunye's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of strange black gas. With the operation of the mental formula, within He Yunye's dantian, a clear stream-like clear sword qi unstoppably clings to the frost-white essence around He Yunye's body.

The strange pupils, cold and dead silence, indifferently stared at the blood-clothed Buddha, like a sawtooth scrub sound, rising in the air.

"The first form of the Divine Knife Technique - Crimson Heavenly Tooth, Hundred Ghosts Walk at Night!"

The unpredictable strange aura overflowed, and in a silent and silent manner, a pitch-black plank road, ten cars wide, dilapidated, withered and cold, suddenly extended from the feet of He Yunye to the feet of the blood-clothed Buddha.

The frightening god drew the long knife and slashed out. Crimson as blood, a poignant blood-colored knife light, appeared in the air. As if the Netherworld Cave opened, the Nine Springs overturned, the sound of the ghost roar suddenly exploded through the clouds, and countless treacherous black shadows, holding up the blood-colored knife light, quickly slashed towards the blood-clothed Buddha along the evil plank road.

There was no superfluous nonsense, after the blood-clothed Buddha inserted a bar, He Yun also decisively cut out the Divine Drawing Knife Technique. Since you insist on not leaving, I want you to turn the skeleton red!

"The power of artistic conception?"

Roaring into the sky, looking at the blood-colored sword light that quickly slashed, the face of the blood-clothed Buddha became solemn.

With his hands folded, the bloody Buddha treasure *, the Brahma clothes flew in the air, the blood light flowed, and he bowed down on the void with piety, and the ethereal Zen sound was slowly transmitted in the hollow.

"Great demon refuge, the Dharma is immeasurable!"

The melodious sound of Zen chanting sounded as if from the clouds. A spiritual root of heaven and earth, the crown is vast, inserted into the sky, almost want to be as high as heaven and earth, the branches and leaves shake, the dawn and morning light, obliquely shine down.

The blood-clothed Buddha stood up devoutly, and a huge Buddha statue cast in bronze and gold, a hundred feet high, sat cross-legged, shrouded in the blood-clothed Buddha.

The sword light is approaching, the blood-clothed Buddha closes his eyes lightly, his face is ancient and waveless, and he is transcendent. The blood-colored Sanskrit robe is like a gilded crossing, and the dazzling golden light breaks out of the body.

Bang!

Everywhere the golden light passed, the cold and dilapidated pitch-black plank road melted away. The shadow of the evil ghost under the crimson knife light disappeared in ashes, and the blood-colored sword light flickered, as if it had lost its support, and it was scattered between heaven and earth.

The bewildering eyes slowly opened, and the blood-clothed Buddha stood up with an indifferent expression, and the phantom of the Bodhi Dao tree behind him distorted and disappeared into the night sky. And the slender man's robe on his body was once again replaced by blood.

Opposite the blood-clothed Buddha, under the frost-white essence, He Yun also tightened the Divine Drawing Long Knife in his hand with his right hand, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The Bloody Buddha was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. The trick of the divine knife is unpredictable, and it is not as simple as hurting people's bodies. And the blood-clothed Buddha was able to be uninjured under the first form of divine guidance, which shows the unfathomable strength of his strength.

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Rumble!

The dazzling cold sword gang fell apart, the long sword came out of his hand, Chai Rangchuan blood sprayed wildly, his body turned upside down, and fell to the ground, without movement for a long time.

"Rangchuan!"

The fat man and Fang Tiancheng's faces changed, and they hurriedly ran over. The dying Chai Rangchuan was lifted up. Chai Rangchuan, who fought hard with Chang Zhiyuan, who stepped on the four heavens, was seriously injured at this time.

Stretching out his hand to probe Chai Rangchuan's injury, Fang Tiancheng raised his head to look at the battle situation in the sky, turned his head and said to the fat man:

"Fatty, let Chuan be seriously injured, I must send him back to the Gongfu Mansion as soon as possible to recuperate. I'll leave it to you. ”

When the fat man heard this, he nodded with a slightly embarrassed face. He knew that he couldn't do anything here, and Fang Tiancheng just made him get by saying this.

Seeing this, Fang Tiancheng did not delay any longer, picked up Chai Rangchuan, and quickly flew towards the Guogong Mansion.

"No! It's not right! Resentment, lack of resentment!"

The sand-yellow spiritual power surged, and without taking care of Chai Rangchuan, Chang Zhiyuan came to Kang Shaoqian in an instant, looking at the blood flowing from Kang Shaoqian's body, his eyes widened angrily, and he shook his head nervously.

"Shaoqian, for the teacher, I know what you hear and feel. You must know what the teacher is doing, and the teacher is to refine you into a sword soul and imprison you in the ghost knife forever. Don't you understand what that means? Why? Why don't you resent being a teacher?"

Chang Zhiyuan's face was full of madness, his eyes stared at Kang Shaoqian's changes without blinking, and he was babbling in his mouth.

However, despite this, Kang Shaoqian had nothing else except a little pain in his face, and the blood and qi around his body were still extracted unhurriedly.

"I see. Do you think that your life is for the teacher? So, you have to give it back to the teacher? Right? Ah? Do you think so? Haha! Haha! Poor! Pitiful! Kang Shaoqian, do you know? You're a fool! A complete fool!"

Kang Shaoqian, whose eyes were closed, looked a little hideous, and in his trembling body, wisps of black gas were mixed in between his blood and qi.

Seeing this, Chang Zhiyuan's face was overjoyed, and he continued to speak:

"Do you think your parents were being avenged by the enemy? Haha! Haha! My good apprentice, why are you so stupid? It's so stupid and cute! ”

"Yes, you should have guessed by now that they were all killed by the master himself. Especially your hard-nosed father, who slapped him for his teacher, didn't shoot him to death on the spot. But it didn't matter, the teacher gave him another kick. With a bang, it turned into meat foam. ”

"Good apprentice. Can you imagine that scene? Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha

When Chang Zhiyuan said this, he seemed to fall into a memory. He looked crazy. And the black qi around Kang Shaoqian's body became more and more intense.

"But I don't blame me! In the end, it's all because of you! You are to blame for the ruin of your family! You're the culprit! Do you understand?"

"When I met you, I couldn't believe my eyes. In this world, there really is a 'soul body'! My good apprentice, do you understand what a soul tripod body is? For a teacher, you are the most precious gift that God has given to a teacher. ”

Chang Zhiyuan said, stretched out his hands and stroked Kang Shaoqian's body with an obsessive expression.

"The soul body is an extremely rare physique. Although it is useless for cultivation, it is a natural soul-nourishing furnace! As long as you have this shell, you can repair any broken and mutilated soul. Shaoqian, as a teacher, it is still hard to believe that such a treasure as you will be met by a teacher. Now that I think about it, it must be the destiny of heaven to be a teacher!"

"After all these years in the Sword Sect, you must have known it for a long time. The nine knives of the Sword Sect, at present, are only the blades that are intact. And their sword souls have long been destroyed. At the end of the day, all that's left is a knife rack. The strength that can be exerted is really very small. ”

"But your appearance made Weishi see the hope of repairing the ghost knife! So, Weishi slaughtered your parents. Because of this, you are living on the streets at a young age. ”

"Of course, how could you look at you and fall into the hands of others when you have taken such pains to serve as a teacher? Therefore, in the days when you have suffered all the warmth and coldness of the human affection and the cold of the world, the teacher has always been behind you and protected you. From beginning to end, you are under the master's control. ”

"Then, for the sake of the teacher, I can rest assured that I will connect you to the Sword Sect. In this way, you will cherish this hard-won life. will also be more filial to the teacher. ”

"As a teacher, he secretly implanted the ghost knife, the only remaining soul energy, into your body. I want to use this to repair the soul of the sword. ”

Speaking of this, Chang Zhiyuan changed color, revealing the madness of anger.

"But why did you suddenly rebel against your teacher? You just want to go down the mountain to find this He Yun and challenge! You know, for the past two hundred years, you have always obeyed your master's words. Why do you suddenly have a nervous heart and insist on going out of the mountain? Cause a good game of chess for your teacher to end up like this? Do you do this? Are you right?