Chapter 80: When the Bell Rings, I Lose My Soul
"Blazing Sun Palm! So you're here? ”
This old man is the old man from the "Tianfeng Pavilion" in the capital.
He set out from Huiji Mansion to hunt down the monk Napunan, but he didn't expect to lose the trace of the other party after arriving in Guobei County, so he searched around.
I didn't expect to meet the person Hyaki was looking for here.
"Killing the court official deserves death!"
The old man raised his hand and made a move, and there was an extra spear in his hand.
With a shake of the spear, frost and snow flew around the blade of the spear, and then a sharp cold air stabbed at Wang Zhe, and the mist in the surrounding mountains and forests condensed into frost flowers.
Wang Zhe slashed with a horizontal sword, and a sword was crossed,
Cut away the chill that stabbed at the spear,
The old man was horrified and retreated,
The momentum of the spear is indomitable, and he retreated with one shot.
With a thud, the robe on his body tore open, revealing the silver-white armor inside, and the spear in his hand and the arm holding the spear were trembling.
"What a domineering sword!"
The spear in his hand was already domineering enough, but he didn't expect this person's sword to be even more powerful than him.
"Yes, something!"
Wang Zhe collected his sword and slashed again.
The old man's spear swept away, and the frost in front of him quickly condensed, and a wall of ice rose on the ground, and then it was shattered by a sword.
Toru Kane!
The old man's robe was agitated, his hair was open, and the frost visible to the naked eye was like a river sweeping out, rushing straight towards Wang Zhe, and the grass, trees, and soil were all frozen into ice sculptures wherever he passed.
Wang Zhe still slashed through the frost river with a sword, and smashed it along with the surrounding frozen mountains and forests.
"One sword breaks ten thousand laws!" The old man's eyes were awe-inspiring.
The old man retreated sharply, and Wang Zhe instantly followed.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and the bell sounded, which was extremely majestic.
In the near area, the rocks cracked, the branches broke, the snow fell from the trees in the surrounding forests, and a bird flew in the forest in the distance, which fell to the ground before it could fly high.
In an instant, Wang Zhe was slapped on the head, his mind was blank, and it was as if he had been pierced into his brain by thousands of needles, and the stinging pain was incomparable, as if his head was about to burst open.
It was in this short moment that the old man attacked with a gun,
Om,
A Buddha horn sounded.
The old man stopped suddenly, frowned, his face was hideous, and he turned his head to look, only to see a monk wearing tattered monk's clothes and bare feet standing on a green pine tree in the distance.
"Demon monk, universal difficulty, Buddhism six-character mantra!"
The old man looked back and saw that the person opposite was already a hundred feet away,
At this time, Wang Zhe still had a headache, and the things in front of him were a little ghostly.
He was almost knocked unconscious by the sound of the bell just now, and after recovering a little, he immediately retreated.
"Lost Soul Bell!" Seeing that magic weapon, Pu Nan also had a rare solemn expression.
"Donor be careful, that magic weapon is very good, as soon as the bell rings, you lose your soul!"
The monk shouted, and the voice clearly reached Wang Zhe's ears.
"Monk, is it difficult?"
Wang Zhe shook his head.
A big sun appeared in his mind, exuding a warm glow, and the light shone out, and even the headache was much better, and the scene in front of him finally saw more clearly.
"Lost Soul Clock?" Wang Zhe stared at the old man in front of him.
Whoosh, suddenly disappeared.
The old man hurriedly shook the magic weapon in his hand, and with a bang, the bell sounded thick and loud, and even the body of the general difficulty in the distance couldn't help but shake for a while, and stretched out his hand to cover his head.
"What a magic weapon!"
In the forest, Wang Zhe, who had already arrived behind the old man, stumbled, stepped on his feet, and quickly hid in the forest.
"That magic weapon is really troublesome!"
Wang Zhe covered his head, his headache was terrible, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult magic weapon.
"It's really hard to deal with him like this."
Wang Zhe held the sword in his hand and looked at the old man a hundred zhang away.
A hundred feet away, he could pass in one step, but the sound of the bell would make him incapacitated in an instant.
Just this moment was enough for the other party to take his life.
The old man had already discovered Wang Zhe, and then chased after him with a gun in one hand and a lost soul bell in the other.
Really......
Wang Zhe glanced at the sword in his hand.
Hengduan, you can cut mountains and waters, you can cut tangible things, and you can also cut invisible sounds, right?
Wang Zhe clenched the sword in his hand and took a deep breath.
Although it is said that the big day in the sea of knowledge can help him alleviate the side effects of this "lost soul clock", it cannot be completely eliminated, not to mention the headache, he still sees things a little ghostly.
He is not just looking, but also finding with his divine sense,
Seeing that the old man was about to shake the magic weapon in his hand, Wang Zhe slashed out with a horizontal sword.
The sword light flew out, and the "Lost Soul Bell" also sounded, and ripples rippled in the air, like water waves.
Wang Zhe staggered, and his figure disappeared all at once.
Feasible!
Although he was still affected by the "Lost Soul Bell", it was obviously much worse than just now.
This magic weapon is not uncrackable.
The old man was also a little anxious, it would be better if there was only one opponent, and now in addition to this kendo master, there was also a demon monk in the distance.
At the critical moment, he had to interfere with his Buddhist mantra, and he couldn't use his skills to the fullest.
Knock knock, he gritted his teeth and simply shook the "Lost Soul Bell" one after another, and suddenly the entire mountain forest was full of bells.
The trees were broken, the rocks were broken, the mountains were cracked, and some animals and birds hiding in the trees were directly killed.
Wang Zhe slashed the bell with three swords in succession,
Everywhere the sword light passed, the mountains and rocks and trees were all crossed, and the invisible bells were also cut off.
Wang Zhe had a terrible headache, and it seemed that he was about to explode at any time, but he caught a trace of insight, which was very mysterious.
He trembled, his body staggered, as if he was about to fall at any moment,
In the distance, Pu Nan's body shone with a glass-like brilliance, his face was also very ugly, his cultivation had not recovered, and he was also affected by the bell, and he had a terrible headache.
Wang Zhe's divine consciousness is also a little vague,
In a trance, he looked at the sword light again, the sword light that crossed the heavens and the earth,
The sword is in the hand, the sword is in the heart,
The sword is in harmony with the body, the sword is in harmony with the qi, the sword is in harmony with the spirit,
horizontal sword,
Chop!
The sword light flashed away,
In the middle of the air, the ripples stirred up by the bell suddenly shattered,
The old man saw a light, and it was in front of him in an instant, and he subconsciously put the spear in his hand in front of him.
The cold light emitted by the spear shattered at once.
When there was a loud bang, the other person suddenly flew out upside down for more than 100 zhang and crashed into a mountain rock.
The spear in his hand was taken out of his hand, and the windmill was like a flying wheel in mid-air, and I don't know how many times it turned before it landed and stuck on the ground.
With a click, a small bronze bell fell to the ground, but it was the size of a palm.
There was a cut on the old man's chest, and when the chest was cut, the armor inside had been chopped, and a talisman behind the armor had also been cut.
If it weren't for these layers of protection, this sword would have been enough to cut him in two.