Chapter 279: Ling Xiao Pavilion Vertical and Horizontal Sword
I saw this person standing on the big iron ball with rising flames, a pair of shackles on his arms and feet bound him to this iron ball, and his whole body was naked, his eyes were closed, and his body and face were full of scars, which were full of complex incantations, and a trace of black smoke would come out from time to time on top of those incantations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
All this happens in the blink of an eye.
The disciples upstairs in Qiushui City didn't have time to figure out the situation in front of them, only to hear that man suddenly open his eyes, like a beast baring his teeth and teeth, revealing an extremely hideous expression, what is even more frightening is that his eyes have no whites of the eyes, only a pair of dark and hollow eyes, if you don't look carefully, you think that someone has gouged out his eyes.
Then an even more terrifying scene appeared, the black-eyed man who looked like a beast opened his mouth, and the beast-like fangs directly tore on the Qiushui Mountain Protection Array, and black smoke accompanied his bite, coming out of his mouth.
For ordinary people, such a reckless move is simply looking for death, because it will definitely be counterattacked.
But what is surprising is that there was only a flash of green light on the mountain protection array, but instead of this, under the bite of this man, a small crack actually appeared in a short moment!
"Not good!"
Zhou Song, who discovered this scene, widened his eyes, and then almost without thinking, he flew over from the top of the city tower, and slashed at the black-eyed man outside the formation with a sword.
However, Zhou Song was still a little slower after all.
Because almost at the same time as he noticed the change, the black-eyed man with empty eyes suddenly slid his body from the iron ball, and then his feet hung in the air, holding the steaming iron ball with both hands, and his body fell back sharply, with a beast's roar, the black-eyed man with black smoke all over his body slammed the huge iron ball towards the big array.
Under this impact, suddenly a piercing sonic boom sounded in the air, and the black-eyed man burst open with the iron ball, and a sharp blade with a handle calcined by the scorching flames was wrapped in the black smoke emitted by the black-pupiled man's burst, bursting out of the iron ball like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, like a summer shower washing the Kun array.
Although most of the scorching blades that were as dense as raindrops were stopped by the formation, there were many that shot through the tiny cracks that had been struck by the formation.
And the first to bear the brunt, in the face of these sharp blades like a red streamer, it was naturally Zhou Song who was the first to rush over.
But Zhou Song didn't show much panic, only to see him step hard with his feet in the air, his body shook suddenly, the long sword in his hand shook, and the streamer of the tip of the sword quickly drew a circle in front of him, locking all the scorching blades that flew into the arc.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The disciples guarding the other blessed lands above the city tower suddenly let out a burst of cheers.
"Who is this man, and what kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Zhou Song's fearless posture in the face of danger, as well as the means of trapping the sharp blade in the sky with a sword circle, suddenly made many disciples on the city tower look sideways.
"This is my Sixth Senior Brother of Lingxiao Pavilion, and it is our Lingxiao Pavilion's vertical and horizontal sword!"
Soon, the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion replied with a proud look, since the pavilion master Xiao Yicai left, these depressed Lingxiao Pavilion disciples finally let out the evil breath in their chests.
Liu Chunsheng, who had seen this kind of situation for the first time, also widened his eyes in surprise, especially Zhou Song's resolute and fearless expression, which brought a huge shock to his heart.
However, it was obvious that this "circle" could not completely trap this sharp blade with a ferocious and violent atmosphere, and this sharp blade was trapped for less than a breath, and the garden at the tip of Zhou Song's sword began to show signs of collapse.
But Zhou Song's face was still calm and calm, his right hand still held the hilt of the sword steadily, trying his best to control the circle of the tip of the sword, while his left hand was pressed on the other short sword at his waist.
"All of you are in the same door, forming a square sword formation. ā
He drew his sword and commanded in a calm tone.
As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen disciples of Ling Xiao Pavilion raised their swords in response, and began to take over the formation on the city wall very skillfully, and in an instant, two sword nets were circled on one side, intertwined behind Zhou Song.
Feeling that the sword array behind him had been formed, I saw that Zhou Song's left hand, which had already held the hilt of the short sword, pulled out the sword with a bang, and the sword circle drawn by the long sword in his right hand spread out like a ripple on the water surface, so the blade that was originally bound by the sword circle shot towards the city wall again with the sound of breaking wind.
"Vertical!"
However, although Zhou Song's round sword dispersed, as the short sword in his left hand came out of the sheath and intersected with the long sword in his right hand, the sword qi around his body erupted, and criss-crossing sword lights appeared in front of him like a net, and then smashed the fierce blade in the sky.
And those fish that slipped through the net were all stopped by the round sword formation formed by the disciples of Ling Xiao Pavilion behind him.
The patio was unscathed.
Listening to the cheers that erupted behind him, Zhou Song let out a long breath of turbid breath in his chest, although he was calm on the surface just now, he was actually a little flustered in his heart, and the most obvious place was the vertical and horizontal just now, which consumed almost half of his true yuan.
"Fortunately, during this time, there is no limit to the supply of Baicaotang's pills. ā
While returning the short sword in his hand to the sheath, he took out an elixir from the Qiankun bag to replenish spiritual power and restore true yuan.
And just as Zhou Song was about to put the pill into his mouth, the tip of his nose suddenly twitched, and he suddenly smelled a smell mixed with burnt and fishy stench.
"Senior Brother Zhou Song!"
Before he could raise his head, Liu Chunsheng's voice suddenly came from his ears.
Then he saw Liu Chunsheng's figure, and he didn't know when he appeared in front of him, to be precise, Liu Chunsheng's short and fat figure spread his arms in front of him.
"Senior Brother Chunsheng, you ......"
In the next second, before Zhou Song's words could be asked, a strong smell of blood choked into his nasal cavity, and Zhou Song, who had long been familiar with the smell of blood, suddenly felt a wave of nausea at this moment, and his stomach churned wildly.
In the next second, he only saw that Liu Chunsheng's short and fat nature in front of him was grabbed and torn by an arm with claws like a beast.
Through the gap in Liu Chunsheng's torn body, Zhou Song saw a face that was only half bubbling with black gas, as well as the hollow black pupils on the half of the face, and the sharp claws that still had Liu Chunsheng's internal organs remaining.
At this moment, Zhou Song couldn't confirm whether he was afraid or angry, he only knew that his head was empty at this moment, especially the black pupils of the half-faced man, like a kaleidoscope, infinitely magnifying and confusing his emotions.
Empty.
It's not that he hasn't seen death, but this moment of death caught him a little off guard, he imagined the scene of being killed, but he never thought of the scene of someone else dying for him.
He couldn't move, he forgot what to do next, he even forgot to pick up the sword in his hand, but he still looked in disbelief at the monster in front of him, who was usually half face, half body, and watched as he waved his arm at him again, tearing his claws at his throat.
"What are you doing in a daze. ā
Suddenly, an old voice came from behind him.
Then, a long sword with a blade as clear as autumn water stabbed against his cheek towards the black-eyed man who only had half of his face left.