Chapter Twenty-Seven: Burning Clouds
The bodies of the three of them were all stiff, and they had obviously heard of the horror of this immortal bone.
It's just that last time, they didn't see this boneless.
"Danjian Pavilion is really well-informed, and even the bones of immortality can be recognized." The hated man let out a strange laugh again.
The immortal bones are immortal all year round, the flesh is comparable to that of an immortal, and the strength is infinite, and it is invulnerable.
There is actually such a body in the hands of the hat man, which is beyond their comprehension and imagination.
"Little Peach, go get the sword." The hat man said to the young man on the side.
The latter nodded confusedly, turned around and walked into the ancestral hall.
Now Li Yin knew why Xuanyang wanted them to stop the young man.
Xuanyang drew a talisman in the air with one hand, and then shot it out suddenly, and a thunderbolt exploded here, knocking the immortal bones out of the air.
The other three also understood what Xuanyang was going to do at this moment, and they all rushed towards the young man who was called Xiao Tao.
What else do you talk about with the evil devil and disrespect?
At this moment, only by eradicating these evil ways can we restore a stable life.
The thousands of unjust souls who died in Jackdaw Ferry and Huoluo City are waiting for them to go to hell at this moment!
The hat man was still smiling strangely, he jumped and stopped in front of Xiao Tao, and at the same time, the immortal bones also rushed quickly, directly hitting Li Yin's body.
Li Yin suddenly felt that the strength of his whole body was dissipated, and the spiritual power of the Winning Realm was actually a little unable to exert himself.
Chen Zizi was in high spirits, and a sword stabbed out, and a faint sword light followed.
Tiangang thirty-six, Bai Hongjian.
A white rainbow swept through the night, and at this moment went straight to Xiao Tao, and the laughter of the man in the hat did not stop all day long, and he jumped out again, and actually blocked this sword light with his body.
The sharp sword light suddenly cut off most of his body, but he was still smiling.
"Demon, today the old decay will send you to see Jizo." Wang Gen punched out, the air shook, and the tiles on the ancestral hall not far away flew and then shattered.
The immortal bone blocked it again, and flew upside down again.
This is the Great Arhat Boxing of Buddhism, the boxing method of the fierce yang, I don't know how much higher the grade is than Yanzhen Boxing.
As if he had only realized the danger at this moment, the young man began to fly and rushed into the ancestral hall, stumbling into many ancestral spirit cards.
He babbled something, but no one could understand it.
That's a mute.
Xuanyang deceived himself at this moment and fought with the immortal bones.
The ground was cracked by the two of them, and the true qi of the scorching sun spit out from Xuanyang's nose.
Thick and domineering, this is the characteristic of the true qi of the scorching sun.
So at this moment, even if Xuanyang is fighting with the immortal bones, he will not lose the slightest advantage, which makes the other three people look a little sluggish.
The terrifying power of the Immortal Bone is by no means comparable to the Winning Realm, not to mention that it is still such a complete Immortal Skeleton, even if you search all over the land of Shenzhou, you can't find a few.
These bones all have the possibility of being disintegrated into immortals.
"Stop that kid!" Li Yin shouted loudly.
Chen Zizai didn't say much, and the long sword in his hand slashed a sword light again.
Tiangang's sword light appeared again, and went straight to the hat man to kill, this sword light contained infinite killing power, and wanted to put the hat man to death.
The latter laughed strangely, and once again blocked the swords with his own flesh.
These sword lights all left deep wounds on his body, and it was also thanks to his superior strength that he stepped into the late stage of the Winning Realm.
Otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to block these swords at all.
Blood splattered from the man's body, but the ghostly smile on his face didn't stop.
Chen Zizi was five times more frightened to see this scene, and his hair stood upside down.
"This guy is weird!" He reminded Li Yin on the side.
Now Wang Gen had rushed into the ancestral hall to chase the young man, and only a few of them were left to deal with the hat man and the immortal bones.
The advice of the lord of the country is correct, if Xuanyang does not come today, they will lose a lot of people.
Chen Zizai frowned and turned to look at Li Yin, only to find that the latter was standing motionless, a blood streak connecting from his left shoulder to his right shoulder.
Then, blood burst out!
Chen Zizai's face was covered with the sticky and smelly blood, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what was going on.
"Hahaha, hahaha!" The man's laughter became more and more rampant, and he looked at Chen Zizi, who was half-understood, and slowly stepped forward.
"Confused, puzzled?" The man in the hat asked.
Chen Zizi didn't answer, he had already found out.
The cracked marks on Li Yin's body were the sword marks he had just slashed at the man in the hat!
"There are many kinds of methods in the Six Shinto, how can a mortal like you understand it?" The man in the hat snorted coldly, and his face became gloomy.
"This is a substitution of death, every sword you cut on me will be fed back to your companion, that is, he was hacked to death by you!" "Even if I tell you, do you know how to crack it?" ”
He looked at Chen Zizai with disdain, and the flesh and blood on his body actually began to grow back slowly.
Immediately afterwards, those injuries were strangely copied on Li Yin's body.
The latter snorted and fell straight to the ground, without any chance to move.
Chen Zi's heart was like ashes at this moment, in front of this hat man, the swordsmanship he mastered was just a child wielding a wooden sword.
He thought that all the chickens and dogs could be cut by the sword, but once he met an adult, the wooden sword could not even cut off a single hair of them.
"It's not your fault." Xuanyang exhaled a breath of hot air, turning into mist in the snow and slowly rising.
"The Six Divine Paths haven't exposed much so far, and there is no advantage in the face of the unknown."
He had a head in his hand and some blood on his face.
It was his blood, and the head was naturally a boneless head.
While fighting here, he had already twisted off his boneless head.
The man frowned, this was the first time his face changed.
Xuanyang's appearance ruined his good deeds every time, and it was clearly only in the late stage of the Peak Realm, but he actually screwed off his boneless head.
This is simply unheard of!
Bang!
A figure flew out of the ancestral hall, and a string of Buddhist beads scattered and rolled down in all directions.
Wang Gen spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at the young man who slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.
At this moment, he held a pitch-black sword in his hand, the shape of the sword was strange, and a human eye seemed to grow on the hilt.
Xuanyang's pupils contracted, and then slowly widened, and he turned his head to look at Chen Zizi, his voice cold.
"You didn't tell me that the name of that sword was Burning Cloud!" Xuanyang whispered.
"The lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty will not let outsiders know that they have won the world with this sword......"