Chapter 62 The Breeze of the Daomen, Swallowing Thousands of Miles Like a Tiger (1)

Green mountains and green waters, birds singing and flowers, this should be an independent paradise outside the world, but it is a pity that after the ancient war, there is no black and white here, let alone the four seasons, year after year, day after day, the object that can be called the sun rises but does not fall, every day, every minute, every second, it is an extremely ordinary and ordinary day, even with the feeling that time seems to have stood still in this space, everything here is forever frozen in that picture, never change.

It's like a city, people outside want to come in, and people inside want to go out, but in those long thousands of years, the city gate is closed, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out, that desperate green mountains and green waters are just silently telling a simple truth, stay in the same place for a long time, even if it used to be the most suitable place for you, you will get bored, and you will want to leave.

And just like this heaven and earth, thousands of years of peace have finally been broken, because nothing cannot be changed by time, and nothing is eternal and cannot be destroyed.

So when the seemingly incomparably difficult blood baby clone was destroyed by his own blow, Bai Youwu had no silk

Nothing surprised.

It's just that the consumption of that blow to himself is really huge, and Bai Baiyou didn't care about saying hello, so he quickly moved the remaining silk true yuan to fly down, and at the same time began to swallow pills that could restore the true yuan to replenish the consumption.

Although the others were very surprised at the fact that Bai You was able to defeat the enemy with one blow at first, after all, the blood infant clone would not show mercy to their subordinates because they were in a daze, so they couldn't stop to ask Bai You about anything, including Qingfeng, the three of them began to raise their spirits to face their enemies.

Although Liang Bing and the fat man are nothing in the eyes of Bai Baiyou, the immortal emperor in the previous life, they are also considered to be superior qualifications in this mortal realm, and the two of them have the cultivation of the late Yuan infant at such a young age, plus they are cultivated by a major sect such as the Qingyun faction, and the vision realm exercises are first-class, although they are not the pride of the sky, they are also quite extraordinary.

At this moment, the fat man is holding two hybrid hammers, dancing up and down in an impenetrable manner, and the strange blood baby clone is not at all inferior to the enemy, and that Liang Bing cultivates the orthodox sword cultivation avenue, even if he knows that hand-to-hand combat may be more beneficial to this blood baby, but he is not afraid, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, he has infinite self-confidence, even if there are thorns in front of him, he also has a sword in his hand to cut a smooth road.

And these two blood baby clones do not seem to have weapons against the enemy, although their physique is like a liquid can be quickly bonded and restored after being attacked, but it seems that they are also very afraid of the fat man and Liang Bing, not blindly attacking, but relying on the advantages of the body, flashing and moving to use all kinds of insidious methods, extreme combat instinct.

It's a pity that although the fat man looks fat, he has no useless fat meat, body cultivation, body cultivation, and a whole body cultivation is all on this God-given body, compared to the many magic weapons of the cultivators, the three-foot Qingfeng in the hands of the sword cultivators, the physical cultivation is not weak at all, if the original fragile body is practiced to that high depth, there is no place in the body that cannot be used as a weapon, a palm split, you can split the mountains and seas, and when you step down, you can break the stone and break the star, at that time, the ordinary magic weapon is not as hard and sharp as the body of the body cultivators, and although the fat man is still 108,000 miles away from that realm, but as an outstanding disciple of the Qingyun faction, the leader of the Daomen, he is naturally extraordinary, and this body is practicing kung fu, which is vividly reflected in hand-to-hand combat.

"Boom!"

The fat man found a gap, and suddenly staggered the double hammers in his hands, making a crisp crashing sound, and in the aftermath, an invisible sound wave spread out, and then disappeared again.

Seeing that the double hammer in the fat man's hand attacked again, the blood baby was not afraid at all, taking advantage of the slow dance of this pair of sledgehammers, he naturally began to attack, a blood-red claw found a tricky angle, drew a ripple, and then grabbed the fat man's cheek fiercely, if this blow is implemented, it is inevitable that the fat man's fat face will drop two catties of flesh.

It's just that the fat man's reaction is extremely fast, and he dodged the opponent's attack in a few small steps, and the double hammers in his hands are staggered again, and a crisp collision sound comes out.

In the distance, Bai Youyou heard the difference between the two consecutive sounds, his eyes moved slightly, and he had already seen through the mystery, but this blood baby only acted instinctively, but he turned a deaf ear to the fat man's small movements, and he was even more unaware of the danger in the future.

In the face of the blood baby's continuous insidious combos, the fat man did not panic, the hammer moved with him, stepped on the seven stars, and constantly knocked the double hammer in his hand between flashes and movements, radiating the invisible sound waves of the debut Dao, but the strength of the blood baby's clone was extraordinary, and those Xu sound waves had no effect on it.

Looking at Liang Bing's side, as a monk in the sword sharpening period, the natal flying sword was just formed, just like a dragon going out to sea, naturally it was sharp, and there was a strong confidence in using all things in the world as a sharpening sword, even if he knew that this blood baby was not an easy enemy, he was still not afraid, and the sword took the opponent's vital point, and he didn't have the slightest idea of defense.

Liang Bing's eyes were slightly red, which was a sign of being affected by the big array, but the trace of mania that appeared out of thin air in his heart did not affect the slightest move in his hand, but added a trace of domineering to his attack, but forced the blood baby clone to turn from attack to defense, and regarded the place where the sword body passed was like a thunder pool, and did not dare to take half a step.

The so-called ten years of sharpening a sword, after years of long practice, day after day, each move and style has long been rooted in the bone marrow, and even transformed into something almost instinctive and firmly imprinted in his body.

The horizontal sword is on top, it will block the opponent's shot as if Mount Tai is pressing, the horizontal sword is in front, it will resist the claws that can destroy the golden cracking stone, the long sword is like a dragon, and it takes the middle of the road, so that the opponent has to retreat, a move and a style, are wonderful to the top, showing Liang Bing's rich combat experience.

His face gradually appeared excited, the sword momentum began to become faster, the sword moves began to become more fierce, the slender sword light of the Dao Dao appeared quickly, and quickly disappeared, but because he came out of the sword too fast, usually the last white light has not disappeared, and the next white light will appear in another place, gradually, there are countless thin and short sword lights that begin to appear at the same time, and then disappear at the same time, as if the gorgeous peony continues to bloom and wither, beautiful and beautiful.

At the intersection of the claw and sword, the sound of clanging was endless, and Liang Bing held the sword in one hand, fighting with the blood infant clone, and the scene seemed to be so stalemate in an instant.

Looking at Qingfeng's side again, the blood baby's body held the demonic blood sword in his hand, no matter how magical the Qingfeng Dao method was, it was not the enemy of the blood sword, and the sword body seemed to have a magical power, even the wind, which could be easily torn.

It's just that the true element in Qingfeng's body runs very quickly, and the recovery speed is even faster than ever, although the blood baby is strong, it can't help him for a while.

The blood infant has no sanity, so naturally he doesn't know how to swordsmanship, but his own strength is too strong, and his speed is comparable to that of top-level physical cultivation, coupled with his insidious and ruthless combat instincts, the blood sword that bends like a poisonous snake in his hand shows its ability to the fullest, forcing even Qingfeng to be careful to dodge.

And at the moment when the battle situation was scorching, the fat man suddenly broke out with a loud shout, and the pair of hybrid hammers exchanged blows again, and a loud noise that was a hundred times more shocking than before suddenly came.

A white light suddenly spread out from the place where the two hammers clashed, the bright light was extremely dazzling, even if it was seen in this blue sky and white day, it was difficult for people to open their eyes, and the blood baby clone witnessed it from a close distance, and it was even more strange to scream, Queen Cang retreated.

At this moment, a colorful streamer with a strange red rope attacked, during the day, a small gourd on the top of the head bloomed with infinite treasure light, and a hazy phantom of a Bodhi tree suddenly appeared above the gourd, but at the moment the scene was chaotic, but no one noticed anything.

And the blood baby clone never expected that Bai Youhui would recover so quickly, and he grasped the timing so well, and the magic weapon was so strong, as soon as the red rope stuck to the waist of the blood baby clone, it swam away like a swimming snake, covering the whole body in a blink of an eye, and then began to tighten slowly, if it was an ordinary rope, the physique of the blood baby clone could easily turn into liquid and get out, but as soon as the Bodhi phantom came out, a golden talisman suddenly appeared on the red rope, and there was a blessing of the power of heaven in the underworld。

"Die!" the fat man shouted angrily, and the twin hammers smashed down on his head, and the ripples containing mysterious power spread violently from the hammer head, and even the originally stable secret space began to shake violently under the hammer.

And the ending of the blood baby clone under the double hammer is naturally obvious, the blood baby clone just screamed, and then exploded under the attack of the double hammer, turning into a blood flow towards the body.

How could Bai Youyou let it get his wish, and he made a single hand to pinch it, and shouted: "Shoot!"

The treasure gourd shook suddenly, and a great force fell on the stained blood, as if an invisible big hand pinched it into a round dark red blood ball, and then fell straight into Bai You's hand.

The brow of the black and white divine alien infant in the body suddenly opened a vertical pupil, and an independent world was faintly visible in it, only to see that the blood ball slowly became smaller, and then disappeared completely, replaced by a small piece of blood-colored lake appeared in that small world, and in the next moment, the vertical pupil disappeared, and the people from the outside world only thought that he had sent the blood ball into the storage magic weapon, and he didn't pay much attention.

And the fat man had just eliminated a blood baby clone, and before he had time to rest, he went towards another clone of the enemy that Liang Bing was facing.