"Out of the Sheath" pays attention to the combination of form and meaning, meaning and qi, and gas and god.

Zhang Xiaodao doesn't know what the relationship between "Out of the Sheath" and Li Yi's knife is, but this knife has indeed entered the highest realm of the knife.

A majestic sword intent appeared on the top of the holy mountain, crushing a qiē thing in front of him.

The space in front of him began to distort, mixed with the snow that had fallen and the water of the Eternal River, and the moonlight was shining through, making it look as if there were many small palm-sized mirrors in the air.

Like a storm of blades, these small mirrors ploughed through the boulder ground beneath the snow, carrying countless stone chips into a storm of knife intent that swept over the old man's body that looked like a carrion.

The black robe worn by the old man was scratched into countless small wounds, and under these countless small wounds were the wounds on the surface of his body.

He was a little incredulous, looked at a certain wound, and found that the wound was no longer a thick liquid, but blood, and he couldn't help but dilate his pupils, and a trace of human affection appeared.

The old man's name was Balahanku, and he almost died in the Tang Dynasty before becoming a temple elder, and his life was in danger.

At this time of crisis, Balahanku was helped by the old man who was now in charge of the temple, and was buried in the mass grave of the Great Wilderness for ten years, so that he could survive by absorbing the dead qi to fill the already damaged organs in his body, and then use secret techniques to make himself not like a human and a ghost, so that he could freely control this dead qi in his body.

Although his body is not holy, it is close to being holy, and the subcutaneous tissue is almost tough carrion, like the hardest armor in the world.

Every three years, when the carrion began to fester, he had to retreat for nearly a year to change the flesh, and each time he changed the flesh, the new carrion grew stronger.

Today, the carrion beneath his skin is almost indestructible.

But today, he saw the bright red that could only be seen when he changed the skin and flesh. This shows that Zhang Xiaodao's knife has reached the ultimate realm of knives, and this realm is enough to hurt him.

Balahanku was not afraid of this kind of injury, and what made him feel incredible was not the power of the knife, but the scorching heat of the knife's intent.

This scorching heat has long lost half of its molten shape, but at this time, it is burning the flesh from tens of thousands of wounds all over his body, deep into the bone marrow.

Flesh and ash came out of his wounds, and when tens of thousands of wounds on his body came out at the same time, he gave people a visual spectacle that was about to be burned out.

Zhang Xiaodao gasped heavily, the previous knife felt extremely good, but the moment the blade was pointed. The Yuan Force in his whole body seemed to be emptied, and the dome tree in his body suddenly dimmed by a few points.

The huge consumption made Zhang Xiaodao sweat, and Wang Daniu grew up and couldn't close his mouth anymore.

With Zhang Xiaodao as the starting point, it seems that a boulder has rolled out of a deep ditch ahead, and this ditch does not end at Balahanku, but plows the ground all the way and seems to go straight to the starry sky.

The ditch was devastated, the scorched earth smelled unpleasant, and wisps of smoke rose as far as the eye could see.

Thirty years ago. The barefoot monk left a river of eternity here.

Although Zhang Xiaodao is not as good as everything now, if God is willing to add the icing on the cake to the next heavy snowfall, the temperature of this ditch is enough to make the snowflakes flow and turn this place into a second eternal river.

............

The earth shook violently. The sword intent is furious in the distance.

Li Yi, Huang Zhenfeng, and Xu Sande glanced at each other inexplicably, and felt the charm of the knife that broke Li Yidao. I couldn't help but grin.

"Xiaodao, this child, has a unique understanding in the world. Li Yi praised.

Huang Zhenfeng said: "If it is really unparalleled in the world, then Mr. The Sword of the Nine Heavens." He also let him learn. ”

"Look at it again, it must be about the same, right?" Li Yi asked seriously.

Huang Zhenfeng shook his head and said, "I know this." ”

The corners of Xu Sande's grinning mouth turned into a wry smile, thinking that he was also praised for his excellent understanding in his early years, but it took him twenty years to sit on the position of the first worship in the Tang Dynasty.

And now Zhang Xiaodao is afraid that he is already qualified to fight him, and he has grown too rapidly and too terrifyingly.

But this is a great thing for the current Tang Dynasty, Xu Sande feels very lucky to be able to witness Zhang Xiaodao's growth all the way, maybe in the near future, some important tasks of the Tang Dynasty will be handed over to him!

At this time, Yang Qing was the only one who didn't speak, her mind was blank now, and she only thought about putting the old man to death!

But at this time, the fog in front of them was filled, and the four of them had already entered the formation, so they had to see how quickly the knife broke the formation, I am afraid that Zhang Xiaodao's knife would also shock the old dog!

The old man of the temple did not know that in the eyes of the people of Qiyun, he was an old dog who had worried about the temple all his life.

He and the two temple elders beside him naturally sensed the power of Zhang Xiaodao's sword, but they were not worried, because the person there was called Bala Hanku, and although he was not the one with the strongest cultivation in the temple, he was undoubtedly the one with the strongest vitality.

The Old Templar and the two elders were already in their own positions at this time, and they didn't pay attention to the battle in Barakhanku, and naturally they didn't pay attention to the battle on the ladder.

I'm afraid they would never have thought that in the battle on the snowy mountain, it was the Qiyun warriors who had the upper hand at this time!

Fighting is never a simple matter of whoever is at the highest level can achieve victory.

The three hundred warriors of the Qiyun tribe have a tenacious fighting spirit, accumulated years of anger, countless drills of the Templars as imaginary enemies, tacit cooperation, and courage not afraid of death.

If you take out one of these alone, it may not be enough to smooth out the gap in the realm.

But at this time, so much spiritual will made them burst out with combat power far beyond the current realm, and flesh and blood flew on both sides of the ladder!

At this time, Qiyun Ba had several knife cuts all over his body, the deepest of which was deep across his chest, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and still rushed to the front of the ladder!

There are indeed world-famous desolate swordsmen in the temple, and they recruit disciples in the major tribes of the Great Wilderness, but at this time, the elite of the temple has already been sent to the Tang Dynasty, and most of the swordsmen in the temple are only the most talented in the Great Wilderness, and have some combat experience.

But apparently, the combat experience of the past is completely useless in the snowy mountains today.

When the Prayer Cloud Warrior turned into a bloodthirsty monster in their eyes, the outcome of this battle was already self-evident!

A splash of red blood sprinkled on the pure white snow on both sides of the ladder, like the big red satin sold in Shengjing City, and it was very expensive at first glance.

The skull rolled down the holy mountain, the stumps and severed bones covered the ladder, and the scene in front of him was bloody like purgatory on earth.

But this did not seem to satisfy the three hundred warriors of Qiyun, they pulled their throats and brandished their blades all the way to the rampage, at least for them, since they had come to the Holy Mountain, they had to go and see what the temple of their dreams looked like!

Squatting on the bank of the Yonghe River, Qiyun Hachi looked at the temple.

No matter how amazing the battle between Zhang Xiaodao and Bala Hanku was before, he never took a second look, and just focused all his attention on the eighteen stubborn stones.

At this time, the eighteen stubborn stones had been rearranged by him, and the conclusions he came to pointed to the three directions of the southeast and west on the cliff of the holy mountain.

There is no doubt that these four corners are the framework of the big array, but breaking the frame has no effect, and finding the eye of the formation according to the framework can be regarded as truly breaking the array.

Now, however, it seems that time is running out.

The central array on the sacred mountain has been activated, and the thick fog in front of the temple has obscured the sky.

Although Li Yi's four people are strong, their opponents are already equal to their strength, and with the assistance of a large array at this time, they are naturally unpredictable.

What he lacked most now was time, so he could only make a bold guess.

The temple is the center of this array!

This is a bold conjecture, but it is plausible.

I don't know how many years the majestic temple has stood on the holy mountain, and what could be more suitable than this temple?

After thinking about this, Qiyun Hachi stood up suddenly, but saw an extremely frightened scene.

Bala Hanku, whose body was floating with ashes flying all over his body, was no longer human, and his face was covered with pus, like a standing corpse.

But if he didn't fall, it means he didn't die.

His pupils glowed gray, and he seemed to be about to die, but it was a step he had taken.

In just one step, he came to Zhang Xiaodao's face, as if bringing out a galaxy composed of flying ash.

His swarthy short knife that sliced through his chest struck with lightning and came to Zhang Xiaodao's eyes with a bloody smell.

The berries above the dome tree in Zhang Xiaodao's body burst, and the vitality suddenly poured into his body, his eyes were firm, and he raised the pig-killing knife without fear.

The pig-killing knife and the short knife met in mid-air, rubbing countless sparks!

The sparks in front of Zhang Xiaodao's eyes were composed of molten slurry, splashing wantonly.

In front of Bala Hanku's eyes were countless black liquids, each drop revealing an infinite amount of dead air.

The short knives of both sides slashed into the hilt of the other's blades, and they shuddered suddenly.

A huge force directly entered Zhang Xiaodao's arms, his arms seemed to be shattered in an instant, the smell of dead people in front of his nose made him suffocate suddenly, his strong body flew out, his eyes turned white and he lost consciousness.

Wang Da Niu hurriedly took three steps and greeted him with his back.

Zhang Xiaodao smashed on his back like the body of an arrow from Xuan, Wang Da Niu snorted, unloading the huge power, but found that Zhang Xiaodao was unconscious, and couldn't help but look at Bala Hanku like a dead corpse in horror.

Balahaku once again whispered the word 'huh', obviously surprised that Wang Da Niu could withstand such a strong impact.

But this qiē doesn't matter, Zhang Xiaodao will be unconscious to death, Wang Da Niu and the old man naturally can't escape from the palm of his hand, as long as the big array does not disperse, wait for himself to return to the position and hold the array, who in this world can break the temple?

But Bala Hanku didn't know that Zhang Xiaodao, who was in a coma, felt the breath of death coming to his face, which was yin. At this time, he has a strong desire to survive, and this is Yang.

Balahanku has given him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as he survives this hurdle, he will definitely penetrate the yin and yang, and break out of the cocoon into a butterfly! (To be continued......