Chapter 11 Silver Silk (Blessing the Qixi Festival in advance, bitter heart)
Tianlei became more and more anxious, but Qin Mu became more and more calm.
The Taoist system of the side door, to this day, someone really continued to connect.
Li Jingxu's fingertips moved slightly, and sword light like flowing water poured in front of Qin Mu.
He could see very clearly that the thunder light at this time was Qin Mu's forcible condensation of the luck of the side door, and there was no more turbulence of the talents, although it was still powerful, but it was no longer a problem.
With the sword light, there were also Li Jing's words that seemed to be smiling: "The son's ambitions are high, and the old man admires him, but if he calculates me today, he has to give an explanation." ”
I only heard a thunderclap that shook the ground, carrying thousands of golden lights, in the midst of the thousand thunders and fires, straight down from the sky, rushing to Qin Mu's side, brilliant and dazzling.
He himself looked like a child, and at this time, the whole person flickered in the sword light, just like a child playing with thunder and fire, but he looked like he was swaying freely.
This is the scene in the light of the humane stone fire.
Everyone else is dizzy, there is such swordsmanship in the world, especially the Emei disciples are the most excited, although not everyone knows this senior master, but this hand of swordsmanship, but it is a real righteous and profound method, even if you can only taste one or two points, it is also a huge benefit.
The dwarf Zhu Mei even forgot about Fang Cai's defeat, and almost danced at this time.
But listening to Qin Mu's chuckle, his fingers moved lightly, and the silver light in his hand was like a chrysanthemum, competing to bloom, and dozens of silver threads were drawn in an instant, but he didn't meet the peerless sword of Li Jingxu, seventy-eight turns, and it was actually attached to the Emei magic weapon that had fallen to the ground before.
A silver wire and a magic weapon, in an instant, the streamer flew, when Li Jingxu reacted, he was already surrounded by more than a dozen magic weapons in front of and behind him, like a moth that rashly entered the spider's web, and he couldn't advance or retreat for a while.
But I heard a somewhat dry voice beside me suddenly sound: "Invisible Sword Escape!"
Li Jing's mind was shocked, and he looked carefully at one of the somewhat familiar flying swords, and then looked at Qin Mu with some horror.
It was the ascetic Toutuo who spoke just now, and I saw that his eyes seemed to breathe fire, and the muscles on his cheeks were swollen and red: "Demon Dao Demon, where did you steal my Emei mastery?"
Li Jingxu was always old at this time, smiling silently, and he was really curious in his heart.
Although he was a little concerned about Qin Mu because of the righteous path plan.
The reason why Qin Mu chose to appear at this time was because this was the time when the heavens began to change, and it was the easiest time to change.
He came here to destroy the sword fighting that Emei had planned, and instead took advantage of this momentum to set up another side door, which is naturally not a matter of Emei's faction.
But the grievances between Emei and Qin Mu have nothing to do with him.
But this invisible sword escape, although it is not like the "Nine Heavens Xuanjing", is the fundamental method of Emei, but its killing benefits, wonderful use, is really the crown of Emei, from no outsider can be transmitted.
But among the dozens of sword magic weapons manipulated by Qin Mu just now, there was an invisible sword in the hands of the ascetic head disciple Xiao Monk, and the streamer on the sword at this time was not an invisible sword escape, no wonder the ascetic head was so anxious.
Li Jing didn't move, Qin Mu didn't seem to be useful to fight him, the silver silk controlled more than a dozen magic weapons, flew behind him, and was facing the Emei faction that was attacking behind him.
But he saw that the magic weapons manipulated by the silver thread were as if they had been mastered by Qin Mu and practiced the law, and each of them flashed with spiritual light.
The ascetic head turned pale at this time, and it was really a bitterness.
There are nearly thirty magic weapons involved in this silver thread, even if Qin Mu doesn't know where he learned the untransmitted method of this Emei faction, how can he use it with one heart and thirty uses, and manipulate so many?
I don't know if it's him, but Li Jingxu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also saw it, I am afraid that this silver light is a magic weapon that can not only win people, but also use his own way to cast a wonderful spell.
With this thought, the hearts of the monks on the Emei side were even more cold, if Qin Mu's talent was amazing, it would be fine, once such a Taoist technique came out, what was the use of the magic weapon they had worked so hard to cultivate?
This method was created by Qin Mu after coming to Shushan for nearly half a year, he had the trouble of being outnumbered in the main world, and the Fang Shi and others were good at using some magic weapons flying sword things, once the fight started, I am afraid that it is difficult to defeat the four hands with two fists.
It just so happens that although the power of geomagnetic power in this world is difficult to obtain, it is also easy to obtain for a person like him who has comprehended the way of morality.
This ability to manipulate magic weapons comes from the Zhuxian world, but the magic weapons of the Zhuxian world are not like the Shushan world, such as the disciples of Qingyun Mountain, who have cultivated to the realm of exorcism, and can theoretically manipulate any magic weapon.
But Shushan is different, monks not only have to "have a fate" with the magic weapon to get the treasure, on the other hand, life is also a major compulsory course.
But on the other hand, the magic weapon of the Shushan world is more than a hundred times stronger than the Zhuxian world, and their deeper use of the magic weapon is a major reason.
At this time, the dozen or so magic weapons of Qin Mu's imperial envoy seemed terrifying, but the power of each of them was already the limit.
Gossip Huti, the ascetic head Tuo, together with Zhu Mei and the cloud-chasing Bai Guyi, took the lead, attacking Qin Mu, and when they looked up, the overwhelming magic weapon light flickered in front of their eyes.
At that moment, the three of them were shocked, among which Zhu Mei was even more busy pushing back a few feet, it turned out that his flying sword was beheaded, and it was a time of uneasiness, Fang was angry for a while, but at this time he was drenched in cold sweat.
He retreated quickly, but the ascetic head was furious, and he rushed straight towards Qin Mu.
I saw that he also had an invisible sword in his hand, but it was more glorious and restrained than the one he got from Monk Xiao.
In front of him was a treasure seal that one of the disciples of Emei was holding in his hand, the whole body was like jade, swaying, and suddenly became half the size of a person in mid-air, and it pressed down on him.
As soon as the sword light and the treasure seal were connected, the ascetic head Tuo was stunned, and shouted in his mouth: "What a thief, he is pretending, my Emei magic weapon is in your hand, it is really a tyrannical thing!"
It turned out that the power of this seal was a little weak to him, and as soon as he took it, he felt it.
At this time, Na Zhu Mei also reacted, and couldn't help but blush with shame, and hated Qin Mu even more in her heart.
But he heard Qin Mu ask, "Really?"
The silver thread suddenly trembled more urgently, like a plate, and the Dharma weapon one by one took turns to call the ascetic head.
This one by one magic weapon is not strong, but at this time, the left and the right one, up and down, one time is a flying sword, one time is a treasure mirror, this one has to be hard, that one has to dodge, not long, the ascetic head Tuo's face is covered with sweat particles.
From the eyes of others, this ascetic head was buried in streams of light. (To be continued.) )