Chapter 115: Poetry and Sword are Unique, and Two Cars Block the Road

"Zheng—"

The long sword is unsheathed, the body of the sword is like the abyssal sea, and the sword light is like a dragon, swimming in the sea.

"Seven Star Longyuan, the sword that the main body obtained from Longyuan Lake in the past, was also my spiritual consciousness parasite."

Li Qinglian said slowly, the long sword pointed at the ground, the edge appeared, the person was as sharp as the edge of the sword, and his eyes shone with strong confidence like substance.

Although it was six grades against five grades, Li Qinglian was not stunned at all.

Seeing this, the burly man was also a sword machine, and a sword aura like a shadow flashed around his body, and with a move of his wide palm, a black sword weapon shaped like a battlefield sword had already been started, "Zhong Wuji, comprehend." ”

For Li Qinglian, Zhong Wuzhi didn't dare to be careless, although the grade of the two was one grade, but the other party was once the embodiment of the third grade, with a vision and realm far beyond his own, and he could not be regarded as an ordinary six-grade.

Now it should be fortunate that the sword used by the other party is not the sword of Taibai Zhenjun, if it is the eternal sorrow that follows Taibai Zhenjun all the way to the third grade and is constantly cultivated and improved, Zhong Wuzhi is afraid that it will be difficult to win.

The thought flashed in his heart, Zhong Wuji secretly screamed that it was not good, and the fear of the past hit his mind at this moment, and the shadow of his memory appeared in his mind.

Back then, he was killed by Taibai Zhenjun with eternal sorrow, and then he turned into the ghost path.

When it was, Zhong Wuji was about to erase the shadow in his heart, but Li Qinglian had already grasped this fleeting, I don't know if it could be said to be a flawed fluctuation.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

Raise the sword, the air runs through the sword, and the person follows the sword, like a long rainbow through the sun, turning into a sword light.

The complex movements are combined into a simple whole, and the distance of space becomes blurred at this moment, and even a tenth of the moment is less than a snap of the fingers, and the sword will reach the body.

Zhong Wuji's robe sleeves cracked silently, and Changhong shot straight into his heart like a sword.

"Phew!"

When it was, Zhong Wuzhi shouted violently, the yin qi around his body surged, it was like qi and blood, the black heavy sword reversed, the weight was light, and the hilt of the sword struck the sword light Changhong, hitting the sword light dangerously.

"Bang!"

A muffled thunderous sound appeared, the sword light was missed, and the figure suddenly appeared, but it was Li Qinglian who came out of the unity of the human sword.

Zhong Wuzhi held the heavy sword upside down, taking advantage of the situation to sweep, the majestic yin momentum was like a tide, and the surrounding space instantly became extremely cold, and the eerie ghost qi was boiling, enveloping Li Qinglian like a net.

The Dao fruit he accommodates is the judge Zhong Kui, the god of ghost hunting, although he is not a ghost body, but his body is not deceitful, but full of fierce and domineering, Zhong Wuzhi will integrate the power before and after death according to this characteristic, and create the "Yang Spirit Ghost Martial Arts" that resists yin qi such as palm qi and blood, and uses the ghost body to practice yang law, not afraid of yang energy, and has both fierceness.

The ghost qi is like a net and a tide, wanting to lock Li Qinglian to death, and the heavy sword is like a thousand pounds, as if it has the weight of a mountain, the qi and the sword go hand in hand, just like a mountain moving a tsunami, and Li Qinglian is a flat boat in the tsunami, which may capsize at any time.

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name deeply."

At the moment of lightning and flint, Li Qinglian still couldn't leave his mouth, the sword qi turned into a lotus, layer upon layer, and the yin qi disappeared, and he himself was a figure in a flash, and he disappeared from the center of the sword qi Qinglian in an instant.

"Xiyi Sword Technique!" Zhong Wuji's eyes were awe-inspiring.

Taibai Zhenjun is actually not a martial cultivator, but a sword cultivator, but a law cultivator, but when he was in the sixth rank, he was promoted to the unique sword immortal Dao fruit, and it became a fighting style similar to martial cultivation.

This fruit has an ability, called [Poetry and Sword Double Unique], with poetry into the sword, with the sword poetry, complementing each other.

It is the Xiyi sword technique that Li Qinglian will also perform sword cultivation.

"The sea of rage."

Zhong Wuzhi immediately boosted the yin qi and turned into a raging wave of rage in all directions, wanting to cover the surrounding area to find an invisible figure, and enough for his divine sense to rush away, stirring up his energy, and stirring up the yin wind.

The root of ghost cultivation lies in the soul, and the more powerful it is, the stronger the divine consciousness is, and it is not inferior to those who specialize in this path.

The two points are covered, and they want to use this to force out Li Qinglian's traces.

But before the frenzy surged and the yin wind swept angrily, the yin qi frenzy was torn apart one by one sword marks.

There is an invisible sword qi flowing along the flow of qi, splitting the frenzy, whirling like a whirlwind, and where Zhong Wuji is, is the center of the whirlwind.

The sword qi was invisible, rushing to the lightning, Zhong Wuzhi's eyes widened, the yin qi on his body was heavier, condensed the true yin, his body was like a god of the underworld, the sword was broken, and in an instant, nine invisible sword qi were in the middle of the sword, and the heavy force was wildly urging, disintegrating the sword qi like destroying the withering and decaying, and then turned around, and a sword slashed in the space behind him.

The yin qi was surging and surging, as if it was endless, and the sword momentum dragged the angry tide, from high to low, and in an instant, it was like a rainstorm from the sky, and a mountain torrent broke out.

Under such might, the invisible sword finally showed a faint trace, and it was at the place where the heavy sword fell.

"Boom!"

The sword qi struck like thunder and roared, and one after another sword light burst out of arc light, and there was a huge and strong sound, destroying the yin and destroying the evil.

"The Great Thunder Sound Sword Technique of the Buddha Country?!" Zhong Wuji lost his voice.

He never expected that the incarnation of the dignified Taoist boss would make the sword trick of the Buddha Kingdom, the great thunder sound sword qi explode the yin qi frenzy, and a figure dancing the sword in the center, the sword momentum suddenly retracted, absorbing the sword qi like a sea of rivers, and when it came out again, it had already changed its appearance.

"Dustpan Hongmeng, fan the thunder."

The sword is clear and radiates up and down, but it has turned into the "Taiqing Nine Heavens Sword" of the Daode Sect, the sword light cleanses up and down, shaking the momentum of the mountains and seas, "the fight turns to the sky, the mountains shake and the sea falls." ”

"Bang!"

The angry waves swept away, the house suddenly collapsed, the mountains and wild grass and trees were broken one after another, and they were swept away by the yin qi, and they withered in an instant, and the ground was covered with a layer of gloom.

In the center of the qi wave, a figure suddenly withdrew, falling a few feet away, the long sword held upside down behind him, stretched out his hand to disperse the aftermath, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After all, there is a difference between the sixth rank and the fifth grade in terms of strength, even if Li Qinglian's unique Dao Fruit is essentially the same as the Fifth Rank Dao Fruit, they are all real Dao fruits, and if they are not mass-produced, they are still somewhat injured.

But compared to him, Zhong Wuji's image is quite embarrassing.

I saw that the sword marks on the crimson robe were all over the place, there were as many as seven in total, and there was even a faint yin qi emanating from the sword marks, obviously being injured in the body.

Zhong Wuji looked at this long-lost old friend with fear, and at the same time glanced at the collapsed mansion, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The former opponent, after so many years, has reached the unpredictable realm of ghosts and gods in the way of the sword, just the independent incarnation can fight six grades and five grades, if it is me, I don't know how terrifying its strength is.

Shicai's fierce battle, if it was changed to an ordinary five products, instead of his Zhong Wuji, he might have died under Li Qinglian's sword.

But fortunately, Cui Jue took this opportunity to escape, but there was no need to worry about him being further threatened.

"Escaped?"

Li Qinglian also saw the collapsed mansion, and realized that there was no Cui Jue's qi machine inside, so he whispered, and then said nonchalantly: "Let's run away." ”

As a newcomer to the Blame Sect, Li Qinglian came here this time, not simply to find someone to fight with the sword, but also to deal with Cui Jue.

However, if you can delay Zhong Wuji, you have already fulfilled your responsibility, and you will leave the rest to others.

If you can't even do this, then Cui Jue will escape, so he will escape.

After that, Li Qinglian's figure was illusory, and the sword light rose again.

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The sun is slanting in the west, and the afternoon sun is already gradually setting.

In the woods, dense foliage blocked the sunlight, casting shadows, and a faint yin qi swam, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a distance of several miles.

Because of the yin qi entangled in the soul, Cui Jue was not allowed to escape to the ground, so as not to be detonated by the yin qi, but he was a ghost cultivator, even if he was still in the daytime, Cui Jue was still shuttling quickly and secretly in the mountains and woodlands, going straight to the gods.

However, just as he was far away from the place where Li Qinglian and Zhong Wuji were fighting, an eerie aura suddenly appeared in front of him.

The white ox cart galloped in the forest, treating the trees as nothing, coming quickly, a bull head on the ox cart stared at his eyes, suddenly stared at Cui Jue's where, pulled the ox cart, and then let the front of the car turn and stop in front.

"Found it."

The bull head laughed, and his tower-like body stood on the ox cart, looking at Cui Jue, "Cui Fujun, do you remember Li Yu?" ”

How Cui Jue didn't remember this traitor, he fell into such a situation, and he also had a share of his credit.

He appeared in the shade of the trees, looked at the bull's head gloomily, and said, "How did you find this mansion?" ”

Although Niu Tou was also a member of the Yin Law Division, he definitely did not have the ability to lock Cui Jue, otherwise, the people from the Yin Law Division would have already found it first.

He must have a special way to lock himself.

As he spoke, Cui Jue's hands behind his back darkened.

But before he could make a move, another red light broke into view.

I saw a red shadow flying in the air, as fast as a meteor, and in a blink of an eye, he came close and threw it to the ground not far away.

A ferocious aura spread.

Under the cover of the big tree, a big dog like a calf pulled a wheelchair to the ground, and then shook his body, scattered the chains formed by the red qi on his body, and the person stood up, turned to the back of the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair out calmly and gracefully.

There is no doubt that this is exactly Jiang Li and his dog.

Coming here from the gods, even if there is a special locking method, it is not good to guarantee that you can arrive on time, and you can't walk with a soul like a bull's head, so you can use the extreme speed of the heavenly dog.

It's a bit unseemly, but the dog cart is fast enough.

(End of chapter)