Chapter 64

The vast sword qi broke through the vitality that the monk guarded his body, and nailed it towards his sparse eyebrows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The monk's face, whose face was like pig iron, turned even darker, and he quickly threw the wooden fish into the air.

"Tuk!"

With a crisp sound, the sharp tip of the sword met the hard sandalwood wooden fish, and the sword body bent slightly, and it was as straight as before.

Under the urging of Huiyue's vitality, the monk's protective body and Xuan Qi resisted, and the flying sword was sharp, and it was frozen in the air without moving, less than three feet between the monk's eyebrows.

And the short sword in the air, under the collision with the Qinglong Sword, due to the loss of sword qi assistance, although it was still trembling and roaring, it was no longer as powerful as Fang Cai, and gradually approached Huiyue from the monk's side.

At this time, the monk must not slack off, and if he is careless, the short sword will pierce the wooden fish and hit him between the eyebrows.

His face showed a look of distress, and black smoke suddenly rose from the top of his head. The black smoke grew thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping his whole body, and from a distance it looked like a figure hidden in a black cloud.

And at this moment, he could see more clearly under his ribs, and the black smoke in the gap between those two places was the lightest.

Obviously, at this time, he no longer cared about protecting his ribs, and he had to deal with the flying sword in the air and the short sword approaching the door with all his might.

Zhuo Zangfeng felt that he could not lose this opportunity again, so he desperately buckled up his two arrows, and as soon as he pulled the bowstring, two feathered arrows made by the military of the Tang Dynasty shot at the monk like meteors.

The feather arrow dodged the two flying swords that were pressing towards Huiyue in the air, and quickly separated less than a foot in front of the monk, shooting at the two ribs respectively.

The monk's face was as black as charcoal, his face showed anger, and he opened his mouth to blow out a breath, and the two castrated feather arrows were blown by the air, and the bamboo arrow shaft was broken from it, and the direction of the arrow was deflected, and it quickly shot into the stone wall behind the monk.

With such a distraction, the short sword pressed against the wooden fish and approached two feet forward.

The feathers on the feather arrows were the lightest, and they were fluttering and falling, and the monk felt the sword qi between his eyebrows, and suddenly roared, and the feathers were scattered by the roar, turning into countless fine hairs as thin as steel needles, and the roots were erect.

The monk's eyebrows were raised, his eyelids opened and closed, and two black lights emanated from his blue eyes, one striking the wooden fish, and the other enveloping the fine hairs like black smoke.

The wooden fish that was resisting the short sword was hit by the black light, as if it was suddenly infused with infinite power, and quickly approached Huiyue with the short sword.

And the black light wrapped in fine hair wandered around the air, condensing into a black tiger, rushing towards the person who cast the cold arrow at a faster speed.

The people of the Liuyun Sect bore the brunt of the attack, seeing that the monk condensed his feathers into a fierce tiger, the tiger's demeanor was realistic, hideous and terrifying, and the four of them hurriedly waved their long swords to resist.

It's just that the sword qi they emitted was too weak, Duan Chen first swung his sword at the condensed feather, and the tiger-shaped feather suddenly turned into a black lightning, and before his sword arrived, it had penetrated his body like a steel needle.

Duan Chen's confused eyes widened and slowly fell.

Another disciple of the Cloud Sect had a surge in qi, and the long sword was spinning and slashing at the head and neck of the tiger with condensed feathers, and before he had time to change his move, he only felt a chill on his head and the arm that raised the long sword, and then saw his arm holding the hilt of the sword fall to the ground, and the thought of fear had not yet arisen in his mind, and his head suddenly flew out.

As if he could hear the roar of a tiger in the deep mountains, the black tiger condensed by feathers was still undiminished, and under the sword aura of the remaining two Liuyun Sect disciples, it all pounced on them with an unstoppable momentum, and the sharp and hard feathers like steel needles pierced their bodies.

The tiger-shaped feathers are condensed by the monk's vitality and controlled by his super mind.

At this time, he was resisted by Duan Chen and the others, and he had to deal with Hui Yue, his sharp energy had almost dissipated, and Rao was like this, and he still killed the last two disciples of the Liuyun Sect under extremely terrifying energy.

The feather lost control, lost its vitality, and immediately became as soft as before, fluttering and falling to the ground.

Zhuo Zangfeng stood up in front of the princess, looking at the two Liuyun Sect disciples who were able to keep the whole corpse, watching the feathers nailed to the corpse sway gently with the breeze in the forest, and only felt that it was indescribably weird and infiltrating.

Her Royal Highness said that his arrows had no effect, and now it seemed that not only were they useless, but they had even brought back great calamity. If there was no strong resistance from the people of the Liuyun Sect, then it was him and the princess who were lying on the ground at this moment.

A trace of remorse passed through his heart, and he stared at the uncertain vitality flowing under the monk's ribs, and the palms of his hands holding the hilt of the sword were full of cold sweat.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the princess and resolutely asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

This is not at all what a guard can say to the proud and noble princess, but he is like a princess, and the princess becomes the one who protects him.

An incomprehensible emotion rose in the princess's eyes, and she looked at the resolute face of the young man, and thought to herself, "You are indeed an outlaw, but can you just fight with others at the moment?

A trace of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes, looking at the mutilated corpses of the people of the Liuyun Sect in the forest, and thinking: This is really a reckless guy!

However, as a soldier of the Tang Empire, he has that spirit of not being afraid of death, but as a guard, in addition to being brave, he needs to be cautious.

The young man was very similar to the old coachman who had stayed behind to guard the carriage of the horses, and the princess could not answer his question, saying that he was not afraid, and that he could not easily say that he was afraid as a royal child.

One of the two short swords was forced back by the Qinglong Sword, and the other was forced back by the Muyu, the vitality in the sea of Huiyue Dantian Qi was almost exhausted, and the body sitting on the top of the ancient pine trembled slightly, and his appearance seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

The monk's whole body was black, and when he kept waving his arms, his thin arms turned black, and from a distance he looked like a thousand-year-old dried corpse.

The short sword was still weak, showing a tendency to retreat, and the whining sandalwood fish suddenly let out a loud sound like wind and thunder, like a heavenly river bursting its embankment, and the vigorous sound of water rolled from the sky, submerging the entire earth.

The monk's body covered in black smoke rose sharply, and he came in the air after the green dragon sword and the wooden fish, his face showed a sad color, and his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if it was suddenly stretched out.

He wants to take advantage of the fact that the vitality in the sea of dantian qi is about to be exhausted to do a dying battle, and if he hits with one blow, he will either kill the enemy or destroy his spirit.

Zhuo Zangfeng stuck his sword on the ground again, quickly picked up his bow and arrows, pulled the bowstring rapidly, and shot arrow after arrow towards the Qinglong Sword and the wooden fish in the air from the bottom to the top.

He even sent feathered arrows again?

The princess looked at him in shock, he didn't understand what spirit supported the boy to take risks again and again.

The feather arrow pierced through the moisture in the forest and shot quickly at the hilt of the Qinglong Sword.

With a pop, the arrow immediately snapped and fell to the top of the mountain, at this moment, the Qinglong Sword was also impacted, and the castration slowed down slightly, and the Huiyue Short Sword was able to breathe, re-condense the qi, and then forced the Qinglong Sword back by about a foot.

The other arrow also pushed the wooden fish back a foot.

Both arrows were powerful, and it was clear that the timing was the most appropriate.

When the vitality of the two Great Sword Masters was about to be exhausted, they had no other energy to fight back against other enemies except to protect themselves and deal with their main opponents.

This is a fight to the death, and in the world of cultivators, such battles are not common.

The difficulty of cultivation has already made them develop the concept of cheating a broom, and since they can't beat it, they want to retreat with their whole body. After cultivating, you can still take revenge, and you can't fight for anything, and you can even lose your soul.

The path of cultivation leads to the gate of immortality, if every cultivator is like a secular martial artist who forgets to die, then how can he live forever?

If you don't understand the importance of life, you won't understand the way of immortality.

Zhuo Zangfeng let out a long sigh of relief, then collected his thoughts, and pulled the tight bowstring on the hardwood longbow suddenly, and one by one feathered arrows flew out of the dense forest on the ground, connecting with each other in the air, turning into a long bridge that seemed to be butted with feather arrows, and it seemed to be a long whip he wielded in the dense forest, and struck hard at the sandalwood wooden fish one by one.

He abandoned the green dragon sword that the monk's arrogance gradually eased, and left it to Huiyue to deal with it with all his might. She used her bow and arrow to clear the way and help her fight off the wooden fish first.

If they are broken one by one like this, the black-faced monk will inevitably be defeated.

The arrows in the quiver were empty, and he did not hesitate to order the princess to retrieve the quivers from the guards.

At such a critical moment, the princess naturally did not disobey, stepped over the messy corpse several times, retrieved the feather arrow from the pool of blood and handed it to him.

With the continuation of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the supply of feather arrows was sufficient, and the countless arrows that shot out continued to hit the wooden fish, and in the sound of a dense gong, in the fluttering of the tail feathers of the arrows falling like rain, the wooden fish retreated faster and faster.

The sandalwood wood is dense, and it is difficult for the sword to leave a mark, and the vitality of the black-faced monk attached to the wooden fish is even stronger than the golden stone. The sorrow on the monk's face deepened, and the rapidly advancing thin body paused in the air, and the thin arm kept drawing circles.

The feathered arrows that came one after another only looked at one point on the wooden fish, and one after another broke and fell after hitting that point, and that point grew bigger and deeper.

Suddenly, with a pop, a feathered arrow shot through the wooden fish, and the feathers behind the tail of the arrow could not pass through the small arrow holes, and quickly smeared into a bare arrow shaft.

The shaft of the arrow, which had lost its feather, was deflected and shot towards the cheek of the black-faced monk.

At the same time, the bowstring was heated by a rapid pull, and it broke with a bang.

Zhuo Zangfeng threw away the broken bow, looked at the bow and arrow handed by the princess's white and delicate little hand, and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The princess said, "I'll bring my bow again." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at her clear and deep eyes, remembering that Fang Cai simply regarded the princess as a servant, and she did not disobey, silently or obediently, and pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground with a little disguise, and said, "There is no chance." ”

The princess felt a panic in her heart for no reason, and the breath in the sea of dantian qi began to stir like a river, her face became as pale as paper, and she couldn't exert any strength in her body, and fell to the ground softly.

The black-faced monk faced the bare shaft of the arrow that shot at his cheek, and snapped his fingers, snapping the shaft of the arrow.

He lifted his breath again, exhaled his qi again, and a thick black mist erupted from his thin palm, and the sandalwood wooden fish suddenly scattered and shattered in the palm power.

Countless fragments shot into the forest with a strong whistling sound.