Chapter Seventy-Five: Three Thousand Ice Sculptures
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the young man withdrew the golden flying sword, looked at Mu Weiming who walked towards Xu Bu, and the embroidered gold "leaf" on his chest was very dazzling.
"The destiny of life and death is nameless, and the road shines against the devil. ”
The cold light of the purple jade lamp is faint, the brilliance is there, and the frost is condensed. When Mu Weiming approached, everyone only felt an extremely cold sense of oppression.
"Dead air!" Ye Gongzi had the highest cultivation among several people, and he was very surprised when he felt the death qi in the cold momentum, it was hard for him to imagine how a living person could have such a strong death qi.
If it was an ordinary demonic path cultivator who cultivated the method of death qi, he would inevitably become a person who was not a person, a ghost or a ghost, but looking at Mu Weiming's appearance, it did not change at all, and he did not use any magic to cover it.
He didn't know that for half a month, when Mu Weiming was practicing the "Cold Lantern Technique" in Qi Menglou, he unexpectedly found that his lamp yuan could absorb the dead qi in the forbidden land and greatly enhance its power.
"Mu Weiming. "Mo Liuli was a little surprised by Mu Weiming's arrival, I heard that he entered the Forest of Doom, it is estimated that he did not enter the depths, otherwise it would be impossible to come here.
"Thank you for your help. Murong Chen bowed slightly and thanked Mu Weiming.
Mu Weiming ignored Murong Chen's kindness and said to Mo Liuli: "Return your favor." ”
"Your Excellency, are you going to meddle?" Ye Gongzi drew his sword with his hand, and the strong sword intent threatened Mu Weiming, "If yes, you have to ask me about Ye Weihan's sword first!"
Mu Weiming used the means of sneak attack to break his sword formation, so that he was counterattacked by the sword array, although the injury was not serious, but the face had to be recovered first.
"Ye Weihan? I haven't heard of it. Mu Weiming doesn't have this person's name in his impression, there is no way, he has only been in Kunxuxing for a long time, and there are too few people he knows.
"Ye Weihan of the Ye family in Cloud City, it turned out to be you!" Murong Chen looked at Ye Weihan in a solemn tone.
Hearing the Ye family in Yuncheng, Mo Liuli's face was a little solemn, but Mu Weiming, who had nothing to hear, would not care, the stronger the opponent, the more he could test the results of the past few months.
"Mo Liuli, you take someone to go first, I'll leave it here. ”
Mo Liuli nodded and put his sword into the sheath: "Thank you Daoyou, when I settle them, I will come back to help you." ”
"Prince. Luo Qingqi vomited a mouthful of blood and walked to Murong Chen's side, wanting to support him.
Murong Chen's heart was full of emotions at this moment, and his expression was sad. In order to help him, Luo Qingqi wasted the inner pill, and the foundation was damaged again and again, and whether he could recover intact in the future would be a big problem.
"You. Murong Chen took Luo Qingqi's hand and hugged her into his arms, without saying anything.
Luo Qingqi felt the warmth in her arms, with tears in her eyes, fainted with a smile, she couldn't support it anymore.
"Let's go!" Mo Liuli couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately grabbed the two of them and fled.
Feng Sanjian and Feng Huachao wanted to chase after them, but they found that they had been locked by Mu Weiming's cold momentum, and it seemed that as long as they took a step, they would be attacked by him.
"Mu Weiming, can you stop us?" Ye Weihan asked indifferently.
Li Chunfeng, Gu Xingzhi, Yan Junjian, Feng Sanjian, and Feng Huachao heard the sound of the true yuan mana, and prepared to jointly attack Mu Weiming.
"Then give it a try. Mu Weiming's right hand pressed on the purple jade bamboo, and the majestic true yuan poured into his palm like the flowing water of a great river, and entered the bright light: "A thousand turns!"
The bright lights were shining, and the brilliance was dazzling for a moment, and the six of them only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and suddenly the sky and the earth were colorless, and they all melted into the white light.
Immediately after, the six of them felt that they were in a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and a burst of extreme cold came to kill them.
Ye Weihan was the first to notice that the situation was not good, and when he closed his eyes, he drew three swords and retreated.
However, at this moment, the sword was stained with a trace of extremely cold power, and it swam upward, trying to drill into the palm of the hand along the sword body.
Ye Weihan didn't wait for the cold breath to start, immediately abandoned the sword, and shot into the mountain wall with a bang, and at the same time retreated three miles away.
"Yan!" Gu Xingzhi closed his eyes and wrote a word Yan, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air, protecting his body and retreating at the same time.
But his speed was too slow, the flames were broken in an instant, and three extremely cold lights shot into his body in an instant.
As early as when Mu Weiming's right hand pressed on the purple jade bamboo pole, Yan Jun sensed the danger of death that protruded in his heart, and immediately prepared an earth escape talisman silently.
In the moment of dazzling lights, he turned on the escape talisman, and the earth light flashed, and the person was already ten miles away, unscathed.
This earth escape talisman is the only life-saving spirit talisman he has, although the escape path is short, it is a life-saving talisman that can be triggered by only using divine thoughts, and teleports people away in an instant.
Li Chunfeng, as the royal family of the Western Qin, naturally has a lot of treasures.
The moment he closed his eyes, he sacrificed the fire dragon cover, and the fire was noisy, turning into a fire dragon and protecting him. But unfortunately, the fire dragon roared and was instantly engulfed by the lamplight.
The fire dragon's cover broke, and Li Chunfeng, who had lost his protection, was shot into his right calf by a ray of light, the frost condensed, piercing and frozen, and the dead qi also spread towards his tendons.
The wind and flowers reacted a little late, and the moment he lost his mind, the extremely cold light had already shot into his body, and before he had time to scream, he turned into an ice sculpture, white and white.
Feng Sanjian was originally injured in his body, and he couldn't retreat, an extremely cold light pierced his body, making his body tremble, and the crisis of death stimulated him to run wildly, his potential exploded, and almost in the blink of an eye, he escaped a mile away.
"Hahaha! I escaped!" Feng Sanjian laughed excitedly when he found him escaped, but then he found that his feet were unconscious, and he couldn't take a step.
Feng Sanjian lowered his head and found that the extremely cold qi in his body was exploding, freezing his true yuan and devouring his life.
Panicked, wailing in pain, Ti Yuan dissolved, but unfortunately a qiē was useless, and the three swords of the wind turned into an ice sculpture in extreme pain and screams.
The brilliance dissipated, and Mu Weiming stood in place lightly, calmly watching a few people heal.
"It's horrible cold and dead. Li Chunfeng stood in place, trembling to drive Zhenyuan and dispel the cold air on his calves.
Gu Xingzhi was silent at the moment, he was frantically running the True Yuan to dissolve the cold qi in his body, but the dead qi that invaded his body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which was difficult to dispel.
Yan Junjin returned to the battlefield and looked at the two white ice sculptures, and his heart was shocked.
Ye Weihan withdrew the flying sword, dissolved the cold on the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath, without seeing the slightest change in his expression.
"Do you want to try again?" Mu Weiming crossed a frost line in front of him, and on both sides of the frost line, the grass and trees were withered, and the air was dead and gloomy.
"Daoyou is really a master!" Ye Weihan glanced at the frost line on the ground and continued to praise, "The power of Daoyou's only one move is comparable to that of a cultivator in the Dan Period. However, as a demonic cultivator, why should Daoist help the righteous path?"
"Before I came, I said that I would return the favor. Mu Weiming replied, "If you want to exchange conversation for time to recuperate, you don't have to. ”
"Fellow Daoist, the death qi you have cultivated is only afraid that it will not be good for your health. Ye Weihan seemed to be a Taoist friend who had been Mu Weiming for many years, and reminded with concern.
"Now it seems that the person you want to chase has gone far. Mu Weiming said, and his right hand once again pressed on the purple jade pole, intentionally or unintentionally.
Ye Weihan's heart jumped when he saw this action, and he didn't want to continue to fight with Mu Weiming without full certainty.
So, while scolding shamelessness in his heart, Ye Weihan kept his demeanor and said, "Fellow Daoist, there will be a period later." Next time, you won't be so lucky. ”
After that, Ye Weihan turned into a sword light and galloped away, just like the speed when he fled for his life, Li Chunfeng, Gu Xingzhi, and Yan Junjin naturally did not dare to stay for a long time, and then turned into light and retreated.
At the end of the battle, Mu Weiming looked at the three thousand Western Qin Imperial City Guards in the distance and the golden-clothed messenger who didn't know whether to live or die.
As for the military advisor beside the golden-clothed envoy, he had already fled when Mu Weiming made a move.
"Kill!"
The golden-clothed messenger gave an order, and the Praetorian Guards began to rush towards Mu Weiming in a neat battle formation, and at the same time, there was a rain of arrows and a howling wind, shooting down overwhelmingly.
"Demon Breaker Arrow. Mu Weiming looked at the demon-breaking arrow hidden in the rain of arrows, the original trace of hesitation sank, the killing intent was completely released, and the bright lights of his subordinates flashed and flashed, as if the shadow of death was breathing.
The Demon Breaking Arrow is a feather arrow refined by a cultivator, which can break through the golden light of the cultivator's body and shoot the cultivator. Of course, the premise is to be able to hit.
Years of lessons have made Mu Weiming never spare his hand to the person who wants to kill him, no matter who the opponent is, whether he is strong or weak.
Many years ago, when he first arrived in the Tang Dynasty, he was ill and penniless, and no one wanted to take him in, so he lived on the streets for several months.
Once, when he was faint from hunger, he was given a dried steamed bun by a kind old man, but before he could eat it, he was snatched away by a strong beggar and beat him so badly that he almost died.
Fortunately, the third senior brother of Chunyang passed by and brought him back to Chunyang after experiencing the heat and coldness of the world, giving him a trace of warmth in his cold heart.
Therefore, even if the three thousand Praetorian Guards standing in front of him now were ordinary mortals, Mu Weiming would not despise them and would not let them go.
If he was seriously injured now, it wouldn't take a few waves of demon-breaking arrows to fall, and his life would be gone.
The rain of arrows fell, instantly annihilating Mu Weiming, and after a wave, Mu Weiming, who was clearly visible, was still standing in place, but it dissipated in a blink of an eye.
Afterimage!
The golden-clothed messenger's heart was terrified, and he didn't know where Mu Weiming was, and he began to feel the fear of death.
"The military advisor misunderstands me, the military advisor misunderstands me!" The golden-clothed envoy looked left and right, trying to find the military advisor, but where could he still find the shadow of the military advisor now.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The golden-clothed messenger who couldn't find the military advisor immediately ordered, he wanted to use the army to drag Mu Weiming, and then take advantage of the situation to escape.
It's just that Mu Weiming is now, where are the people?
If you can't find a target, how can you kill it?
"Looking for me?"
The golden-clothed envoy turned around tremblingly, and saw that Mu Weiming was already standing in the center of the Praetorian Guard, carrying a purple jade lantern, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
"Kill, kill, kill him!" shouted the golden-clad messenger, hysterical!
The three thousand Praetorian Guards surrounded and killed them at the first time, and every Praetorian Guard soldier had a first-time innate cultivation, which can be said to be the core combat power of Western Qin.
It's just that after today, these 3,000 Janissaries will be wiped out from now on.
"Cold Purple Lamp!"
Thousands of lights turned into swords and shuttled endlessly, harvesting the lives of a Praetorian Guard.
A ray of light, a touch of blood, an ice sculpture, and the black dead air spread with the ice mist among the ice sculptures, turning a radius of hundreds into a real dead place.
The golden-clothed envoy sacrificed the flying sword, and between the swirls, it was woven into a tight sword net, blocking the extremely cold purple lights one after another.
However, the next scene made him feel the despair of death.
I saw Mu Weiming's screen finger turned into a sword, and a little cyan brilliance floated on the sword finger, turning into a blooming green lotus, holy and pure, and extremely elegant.
"Qinglian Sword Technique!"
The golden-clothed messenger was shocked, he wanted to run away, he wanted to run for his life!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
In the horrified gaze of the golden-clothed messenger, a cyan sword suddenly disappeared on Mu Weiming's sword finger, and then, everything was silent!
The ice and fog were forested, the dead air was diffuse, Mu Weiming held a bright lantern, Xu Bu walked out of the ice sculptures of the three thousand Western Qin Janissaries and disappeared into the valley.