Chapter 667: Blood Petals
He Huan was inspecting the various guard positions on Zhenshen Peak, and he was a little absent-minded.
Ai Hui is out of customs.
He Huan is Mrs. Ye's person, and the pod phantom was also secretly recorded by him, and finally sent to Mrs. Ye through a special channel. It stands to reason that everyone is in different camps, enemies of life and death. However, why did he hear that Ai Hui was out of the customs, and he was faintly excited and happy in his heart?
He Huan warned himself that he must not confuse his identity.
No matter what, he will never betray Madame!
He let out a long exhale, looked up, and swept his gaze over the team. When he saw the excitement and anticipation on the faces of the players, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly felt a little confused.
Did you really do it right?
He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.
Suddenly, a soldier beside him shouted, "My lord, there is a situation!"
He Huan came back to his senses, could it be that the enemy launched an attack? He hurriedly stepped forward and looked outside the defense line, but he did not see a single enemy.
In the empty wilderness outside the defense line, countless blood-colored petals floated from nowhere, like snowflakes. As far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight, and the vast wilderness is all shrouded in a rain of blood-colored flowers.
He Huan's heart tightened, and he roared loudly: "All on alert!"
The protective shield of Zhenshen Peak began to brighten, and countless light marks flowed, which was very beautiful. Kunlun is up and down, as if facing a great enemy. He Huan was about to send someone to warn the other two, and when he saw that the protective shields of the other two Zhenshen Peaks had been lit up, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He noticed a few petals falling on the shield, turning into a few faint wisps of red smoke that dissipated into the air.
The mask did not move, showing no signs of being attacked.
He Huan's heart moved, could it be poisonous smoke?
But soon Yuan Xiu, who is good at poison, reported: "My lord, this smoke is non-toxic!"
He Huan frowned, the more this was the case, the more uneasy he felt in his heart. Blood cultivation methods emerge in an endless stream, and they are weird and unpredictable.
At this moment, he saw that the leader was walking in this direction.
He Huan hurriedly greeted him: "My lord, this cigarette is strange, I'm afraid that there will be follow-up measures later!"
Kunlun Tianfeng glanced at the situation outside and nodded: "It should be." ”
As soon as the words fell, her jade hand was lightly raised, and a sharp silver sword came out of her hand and shot towards the outside of the defense line. In the blink of an eye, the sword surged and turned into a behemoth more than dozens of zhang long, like a silver dragon, rushing into the rain-like petals.
The sword was incomparably sharp, and the petals along the way shattered at the touch of a button, turning into red smoke. The originally cold and snowy sword was as bright as silver, covered with a faint red light, which was indescribably weird.
Kunlun Tianfeng's brows furrowed, and she noticed something unusual.
The sword light was invincible, and I don't know how many petals were split, but the red smoke around the sword light became more and more dense. The sword light was like a magnet, and the red smoke produced by the crushing petals was constantly adsorbed around the sword light.
The red smoke became more and more dense, and it could not hide the light of the sword.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see its decline.
The sword trailed a long, thick red tail of smoke, and its speed began to drop.
The sword that lost its speed, lost its intimidating sharpness, and red smoke gathered from all directions, constantly winding up.
The sword is like a shark entangled in aquatic weeds, and more and more aquatic weeds entangle it, and it becomes weak and suffocated, and finally stops.
Red smoke billowed and churned, expanding in volume like an ugly and bewitching monster.
The light of the sword gradually dimmed, crackling, like a broken candle extinguished in the wind, and like a beast dying with its wail, the last bit of light dissipated invisibly.
The huge smoke that devoured the sword was like a full meal, and they ran to their parts contentedly, and pieces of blood-colored petals flew out of the smoke. The thick and huge cloud of smoke disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The endless petals of the wilderness send chills to the heart.
When everyone saw this, they understood what the other party was targeting.
He Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It turned out to be dealing with the Windmill Sword! It seems that the Thunder Sword has suffered enough for them recently, and it is not so easy to harass them now." ”
The operation of the rescue division Beihai was also top secret internally, and only two leaders from the two war divisions attended the meeting.
He Huan only said that He Nanshan was unable to bear the harassment of the Thunder Sword, but in fact, the results of the recent Thunder Sword harassment were very small, and the Divine Spirit Department on the opposite side had obviously begun to gradually get used to it.
Kunlun Tianfeng's heart sank, just after attending the meeting, she immediately understood the other party's intentions.
The other party wants to stop them from saving Shi Beihai!
She was so anxious that she turned around and tried to rush back and tell them about the incident.
At this moment, a sudden sword roar came from behind the defense line.
Kunlun Tianfeng's body shook, and his foot, which had just taken half a step, was fixed in mid-air.
She had a veil on her face, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but the eyes above the veil were shining brightly at this time, exuding a strong fighting intent all over her body.
He Huan was also attracted by the sound of the sword, but he only felt that the aftersound of the sword sound was lingering, like the bell of the ancient temple in the hollow mountain valley. It wasn't until he noticed the strangeness of the radical that he was a little surprised.
He couldn't help asking, "My lord?"
Kunlun Tianfeng turned a deaf ear, she was still immersed in the sound of the sword just now. In her mind, she couldn't help but sketch the scene of ten thousand swords trembling and roaring in unison. The layering formed by the stacking of countless sword intents, and the gorgeous and complex beauty produced, are like the vast and boundless starry sky, which makes her lost, and even more makes her heart excited, her blood boiling, and her battle spirit is in the air!
The beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and the slender jade hand couldn't help but hold down the hilt of the sword, and Kunlun Tianfeng blurted out: "It's here!"
He Huan was stunned for a moment, a little confused, what is coming?
A windmill sword, like a ghost, came silently.
Are you going to go out again? He Huan said secretly, his eyes turned to the radical, and he was stunned again.
My lord...... Holding your breath?
Until the windmill sword left the defensive line, Duanmu Dusk did not come back to his senses. The sound of ten thousand swords ringing in unison kept echoing in his mind, and a group of swords that were like black clouds slowly circling and crushing in front of him kept appearing in front of him.
Is that what kind of swordsmanship it is? Is that still swordsmanship?
The momentum just now was beyond any swordsmanship he had ever seen.
The black swords with strange shapes, each with a different shape and a different breath. What is even more surprising is that there are so many of them, and none of them are repeated.
After being surprised, Duanmu Dusk touched his chin and showed a thoughtful expression.
His blue and white way is to simplify the complex, but Ai Hui's sword way seems to be the opposite, simplifying into complexity.
No matter how much Ai Hui's kendo shocked him, Duanmu Dusk didn't have the slightest envy. In this retreat, he got a glimpse of the threshold of the grandmaster, and realized his own Five Elements Yuan Force Ring, and his mind was already as firm as iron, and he was not confused by external objects. Rather than gaining insight into Ai Hui's swordsmanship, he hopes to get some inspiration from it and enrich and improve his blue and white flowers.
Participating in the Five Elements Yuan Force Ring of their own, their strength greatly surpasses that of ordinary masters.
Their path has become lonely and difficult, with few companions.
Huoda's reaction was quick, and although he was also shocked, he still remembered his duty as a sword bearer, and gently pushed the hilt on the windmill sword, and the windmill sword slid forward with great supplicity, closely following the sword in front of him.
I was very familiar with passing through the defensive line, and my vision changed in front of me, and the red snowflakes were flying in front of me.
No, it's not snowflakes, it seems to be petals.
"What is this?"
"What the hell are you doing on the other side?"
"I always feel poisonous!"
The sound of everyone's gossip alarmed Duanmu Dusk in contemplation, he raised his head, his eyes touched the vast sea of flowers, and his gaze was slightly condensed.
He stood up and walked over to the guardrail of the windmill sword, the sweetness that filled the air made him frown.
What a weird smoke poison!
The Duanmu family is a family of wood cultivation, and poison is an important branch of wood cultivation.
He raised his palm, stretched out his index finger, and pointed a little into the air.
A bit of blue light flew out of his fingertips, like a firefly, into the air.
A wisp of young shoots came out of the green light, and the young shoots grew wildly, and they were blue and white entwined branches.
As soon as the petals touch the blue and white branches, they turn into smoke, and the smoke quickly wraps around the blue and white flowers, condensing but not dispersing. In the blink of an eye, the red smoke around the blue and white tangled branches became more and more dense, and Duanmu Dusk found that the growth rate of the blue and white tangled branches began to slow down. Although it was only a test and did not use all his strength, he was able to judge some of the characteristics of the red petals.
Dealing with the Windmill Sword?
He couldn't help frowning, although the other party's method was a little disgusting, he had to admit that it was effective.
Blue and white twigs can sweep these blood-colored petals, but it will take at least a day or so.
This is probably exactly what the other party intended, and at this juncture, the most lacking thing is time.
At this moment, a sword roared out.
Ai Hui was a little surprised to find that his perception was blocked.
Cultivating the sword fetus, his spirit and spirit are very powerful. And after absorbing the spiritual part of the blood of the gods, his spirit and spirit have reached a point that is rare in the world. His perception can even penetrate the Golden Wind Wind Curtain, which can be seen.
But at this moment, he clearly realized that his perception ability was blocked by the boundless rain of blood-colored petals in front of him.
It's a bit of an evil door!
Many of the methods of blood cultivation are always strange and unpredictable, and they are endless.
Lou Lan's eyes beside him flashed red: "Ai Hui, this is not smoke poison, it is a very tiny blood worm, they will take the initiative to attack, gather from all directions, and can be adsorbed on the Yuan Force." The windmill sword is difficult to pass through. ”
Ai Hui was concentrating on these blood-colored petals, and his expression was a little strange.
There was some confusion on his face, but he still reacted, and with a slight wave of his hand, he saw that the black swords inserted in the seven sword towers suddenly flew out with a buzz, like a nest of wasps, rushing into the blood-colored flower rain.
Countless petals shattered and turned into bright red smoke, obscuring the sky and the sun, and they swooped down on these black swords from all directions like monsters.
But the next scene made everyone stunned.