The Seven Emotions Sword is the sword path of love, and cultivators must refine their hearts in the red dust, experience all kinds of things in the world, collect all kinds of emotions, and taste all kinds of worlds, so that they can cultivate with a detached attitude. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking through the battlefield, Qingzhou is like a leisurely stroll, feeling the heavy blood, countless chaotic and complex emotions permeate the surroundings.

The fear of being killed, the anger of a friend's death, the panic of almost dying, the joy of killing an opponent, and so on, all came one after another, and Qingzhou experienced the bottom of his eyes.

"This is the seven emotions of people, if you really talk about it, how can the seven emotions cover the feelings of human beings, think that the primate of all things, the feelings are more than ten million, even if it is the sword of love, it cannot exhaust the love of the world. ”

Qingzhou took in all kinds of emotions, stored them in his heart, and accumulated them bit by bit, and his understanding of the remaining four swords became deeper and deeper.

When the sword fell, a monk couldn't help himself with grief, his hands trembling with hooks, his eyes bursting with tears, and he didn't even notice when he was pierced through the throat by the sword.

The frightened sword stabbed out, and the monk Zhuji showed a frightened expression, and the big iron hook blurted out, grabbed his neck with both hands, and continued to twitch and spit out white foam, until Qingzhou was freed with a sword.

As the Seven Emotions Sword becomes more and more exquisite, Qingzhou's sword becomes more and more unfathomable, often with a flash of the flying sword, the enemy will be trapped by emotions and kill himself, this is the most bizarre way to die, and it is impossible to prevent it.

High in the sky, the Jindan real people continued to fight, and the aftermath fell on the beach, and the monks who were affected were either on their hands or dead.

These attacking foundation building monks are all elites selected by the alliance, and their opponent, the Divine Hook Sect, is only a third-class sect, and the quality of the disciples is slightly stronger than that of the scattered cultivators in East Antarctica, and those who are killed cannot form an army.

As time passed, the balance of victory and defeat had tipped in favor of the Alliance.

In the center of the battlefield, a young monk had a sinister face, and in his hand was a long iron rope, which was cold and shining, and it was not trivial, covered with barbs like wolf's teeth, and at the end of which was a crescent-like hook.

The two Alliance monks were killed, and they attacked the young man on both sides, and a reddish iron rod was as sharp as a spear, stabbing at the young man's left waist, and a huge mountain rock fell from the top of his head.

The joint attack of the two Pillar Monks was not trivial, and the Idle Monk would definitely avoid it for the time being, and then split up and attacked.

But the young man did not retreat, he shook his wrist, and the hook flew up in the air, wrapping around the huge rock above him, and each barb pierced into the rock, grasping the rock at every thread.

Immediately afterwards, the hook rope drove the boulder to fall, smashing the stabbed iron rod down, and then the hook rope tightened, and the huge force pressed down, and the rock shrunk into countless stones.

The young man broke the attack, but the hook did not stop, like a poisonous snake rushing out, surrounding the two attacking foundation monks in the center.

One of the two monks raised his iron rod to play with the hook, and the other condensed a huge stone shield to keep the hook out.

The hook rope came out of his hand, turned into a demon vine, and bypassed the stone shield to hit the monk behind him, passing through the person.

In the next moment, the hook rope tightened around the iron rod, and the staff monk continued to input mana, but he could not break free from the hook.

The young man opened his palm to the hook, and suddenly the hook swelled violently, and dozens of tiny barbs flew out, and none of them landed on the staff-wielding monk.

The staff-wielding monk was like a broken bag of blood, and countless pillars of blood rushed out, and finally fell limply to the ground, lying among the pools of blood and dirt.

"Senior Brother Ke, good killing. ”

The young man is Ke Feilong in the Divine Hook Gate, who is second to none among the foundation building monks, and he has made extraordinary moves, killing many foundation building monks of the alliance.

Where Ke Feilong appeared, his morale suddenly increased greatly, and the monks of the Divine Hook Gate followed him and continued to attack the alliance monks.

The further Ilzhou went, the more pressure he found, the more courageous the disciples of the Divine Hook Sect became, and rushed forward without dying.

"Well, there should be an elite disciple in front of you. ”

In the melee, most of the ordinary disciples have about the same strength, you fight with one sword and one sword, and you can't see the winner in a short time, but if the elite disciples appear, the situation is different, chopping melons and vegetables to kill the enemy, not only can deter the opponent, but also boost their morale.

Qing Zhou judged from this that there was an elite disciple of the Divine Hook Sect in front of him.

"Ahh

A Tsukiji monk rushed to the front of Ilasis, and suddenly stopped, his neck was wrapped in a hook, and the hook on it was deep in the flesh, and then it tightened violently, and his neck was broken, and his head flew high.

The hook rope shook off the blood beads, retracted it cleanly, and received it in the hands of a young monk with a vicious face, it was Ke Feilong of the Divine Hook Gate.

When Ke Feilong saw Qing Zhou, he didn't care, knowing that it was another alliance foundation building monk, he immediately waved the hook and turned into a long shadow.

Qingzhou's figure disappeared suddenly, the hook rope passed through the ground where he was originally standing, and the next moment, Ilzhou appeared, and the flying sword in his hand fell, slashing at the center of the hook.

The absolute elastic force came, and Qingzhou felt that the flying sword was sticky, and the small barb on the hook was bent freely, and the changing form locked the blade of the flying sword, so that the flying sword could not fall.

As soon as Qingzhou's wrist moved, the cold light lit up, and the flying sword immediately waved his hand, and a large piece of hook was cut off, but the hook rope was still unharmed.

"Finally, a decent opponent. ”

Ke Feilong waved his hook and swept up a huge black wind, and the surrounding monks moved out of the way to avoid being affected.

The classic book of the Divine Hook Gate is the Seven Seas Fishing Moon Technique, making good use of the hook magic weapon, winning the straight with the curve, and being able to hook down the stars and the moon and land the mortal dust.

Ke Feilong's spiritual weapon intrigues, combined with the Seven Seas Fishing Moon Technique, is infinitely powerful, and it is already at the level of top-level exercises.

Ilha stabbed out with a sword, and the joyful mood spread, and the monks who were affected by the aftermath smiled happily in the fight, as if they had encountered the happiest thing.

Ke Feilong, who faced this sword, slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, and then sensed that his mood was wrong, and forcibly endured the sudden joy, the hook rolled up the black wind, and fell back towards Qingzhou.

In the immortal cultivation world, a strong-willed monk is most likely to overcome danger and defeat external demons, and Ke Feilong is one of them, and the invincible sword path of love is greatly weakened in front of him.

Qing Zhou knew this layer, and the flying sword continued to stab out, if he thought that the Seven Emotions Sword Technique stopped at this ear, it would be a big mistake.

The music sword pierced into the black wind, and the emotions it drove condensed into a sword momentum, rushing left and right in the black wind, and the wild black wind dissipated without a trace.

The sword momentum lasted for a long time, pointing at Ke Feilong from afar.

Ke Feilong knew that something was wrong, and used the secret method of pressing the bottom of the box without reservation.

"Heart-piercing hook, noose. ”

The hook rope was suddenly separated, and the moon-shaped hook at the end fell off, turning into a streamer of light, flying towards Qingzhou's heart, and the remaining hook rope turned into a poisonous snake, from the bottom to the top, slowly tightening around Qingzhou's neck.

Qing Zhou's gaze was calm, the sword of sorrow was launched, the sword momentum locked on the hook and hook, and then with a sad aura, it slowly but firmly slashed down.

The characteristic of the heart hook is that it is a fast word, and the person who wins the trick only feels that his heart is cold, and he has already been pierced to death.

The sad sword seems to be slow and urgent, and it seems to be advancing inch by inch, but in fact, the sword momentum has long locked every movement of the heart groove.

The blade fell, and the white light broke in half, falling to the dust.

The Sorrowful Sword vibrated a few times, and the Twisted Head suddenly fell apart, falling to the ground with no spiritual energy.

The last flash of the Sorrowful Sword nailed Ke Feilong to the ground. (To be continued.) )