Dong Dong Dong!
The ape-sou stepped on the ground, and with each step he took, his figure grew taller.
The effect of the foreign wine spreads through the blood to the limbs and bones, the muscles expand rapidly, and dense hair with black background and white tips grows all over the body, and even the bones of the face are distorted and deformed, tending to be ape-like.
This kind of monkey wine, brewed from special fruits and the blood of various monsters, can give people power like monsters in a short period of time.
There is only one trivial side effect - once used in excess, the "enhancing" effect will be irreversible and the human will be completely transformed into a demon.
But when it comes to life and death, it’s really not the time to worry so much.
The old man circulated his Qi sea desperately, allowing the demonic aura to permeate his whole body.
The long sword in his hand no longer clings to the sword light, but instead burns with dark and dark demonic energy. With a casual swing, all the trees along the way are cut off and burned.
On the other side of the iron chain cage, the ghost shovel has completely turned into a demon.
The huge mouth in his abdomen has swallowed his entire torso in reverse.
Under the neck, there are all flesh and blood organs covered with sharp teeth, sarcomas, and tumors. Just looking at them can make people sleepless at night.
The only two parts that can still be called human are his head and the left hand holding the frost knife.
According to the most deviant theories among some hidden sects in the former Sui Dynasty,
Aliens are the things closest to the concept of [cultivation].
Aliens are bred from heaven and earth, and have all kinds of incredible and wonderful effects.
Humans develop the sea of qi, tap the potential of spiritual veins, and introduce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body circulation. In essence, they are imitating aliens and trying to use acquired efforts to achieve the innate effects of aliens.
Imitation is always imperfect. Because of this, people can never be "close" to heaven and earth like aliens.
Unless... let go of human flaws and choose to merge with the alien.
Click click click——
The sharp teeth on the surface of the huge mouth are meshing and colliding unconsciously, greedily absorbing free spiritual energy.
If we say that the process of a monk using the Qi Sea Spiritual Veins to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like drinking water.
So at this moment, the ghost shovel is using a water truck to pour buckets of water into its belly.
This feeling is so intoxicating, lingering, and intoxicated.
It was as if at this moment, I had already crossed the threshold of Zhuxiao and was capable of anything.
"Death!"
The ghost shovel roared fiercely, and the frost knife in his hand burst into sparkle due to the huge amount of spiritual power.
Even the rust stains that could not be removed were smashed together.
Wherever the sword light touched, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.
Litter leaves, humus soil, and even insects living in the soil were frozen into ice sculptures. They reflected a translucent shimmer in the moonlight.
The two Zhuxiao monks who were forced into a desperate situation exploded with power at the critical moment of life and death, directly changing the landscape and environment of this area.
On the left side, the demonic flames surge into the sky, and countless trees are burning in the demonic energy.
On the right side, there is ice and snow, and everything three feet underground is frozen.
Lian Xuanxiao's eyes reflected these two completely different scenes.
He took a breath and sighed quietly.
This sigh expresses regret that Yuan Sou and Gui Spade are so talented and beautiful, but they chose to embark on the path of demonic cultivation.
There are also feelings about fate.
He hasn't made a serious move for a long, long time.
As the head of the academy, there are very few situations where he needs to draw his sword to face the enemy.
There are very few things that are worthy of him drawing his sword.
The world only knows Lian Xuanxiao as "Fu Jian Wushuang", but there are not many old friends who have actually seen that scene, and even fewer and fewer.
When I was young, I was full of energy, wearing bright clothes, angry horses and swords, and the old memories came to my mind.
The laughter of boys and girls seemed to ring in my ears.
Lian Xuanxiao felt a little nostalgic and smiled sadly.
He placed his palm casually on the hilt of the sword and waved it forward.
Phew——
This sword has no skills at all.
Just like a child seeing a straight wooden stick on the road, and suddenly taking the stick in his hand and sweeping it randomly.
If someone else were to practice it, the sword masters who taught swordsmanship in Chang'an City would definitely give an unkind evaluation of "weakness in holding the sword, loose steps, and slow reaction".
Politely advise, point out that the swordsman has no talent, and stop practicing swordsmanship.
However,
The faces of Ape Old Man and Ghost Spade, who had already rushed within a hundred steps, changed wildly.
All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him seemed to be drawn into a whirlpool, sweeping towards Lian Xuanxiao's sword crazily.
All spiritual energy is moving and flowing with the blade.
The solid rock formations that were firmly frozen by the frost knife's effect burst open like paper.
Mixed with fallen leaves, dead branches, insects, and ice layers of soil,
Whole pieces are lifted up and flying,
Eventually it disintegrated in the air.
One sword, only one sword,
A deep ravine more than ten meters deep opened in the ground, extending from the ground beneath your feet to the end of the dense forest.
The ghost spade and the ape old man will fly away as fast as they come.
The two of them rolled and fell deep into the jungle, scraping two long and narrow marks on the ground. They relied on Zhuxiao's cultivation to barely stabilize their balance.
The surface of Yuansou's ape-like body is covered with deep bloodstains.
Blood gushes out and drops to the ground, exuding the aroma of wine.
But he didn't care about his injuries at all. His palms kept shaking, and he said sharply: "Heavenly Sword?! How is that possible!"
Lian Xuanxiao's playful sword strike just now mobilized all the spiritual energy of the world around him.
It was clearly the legendary deceased swordsman who once demonstrated his exquisite swordsmanship while drunk.
Use human will to communicate with heaven and earth, and wield a sword on behalf of heaven.
With one swing, he and the ghost shovel were knocked away - knocked away, not killed.
Lian Xuanxiao never thought of killing himself, this sword was more like...
More like...
The old man racked his brains, but he didn't know that it was the effect of the monkey wine that made his brain slow down.
Or did he instinctively not want to use those insulting words?
I don’t know how to describe it in a short period of time.
"Heavenly Sword? Oh, no."
Lian Xuanxiao smiled slightly and said, "Take a closer look."
He stepped lightly on the ground, rose up erratically, and struck out with his sword in the distance.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together again and turned into a roaring wind.
Yuansou subconsciously put his arms in front of him and raised his head to fight against the majestic sword energy falling from the sky.
Xiu Xiu Xi——
Wisps of ethereal spiritual energy and strong winds easily cut through the skin strengthened by monkey wine.
This caused hundreds of tiny wounds to appear on the surface of the old man's body.
No, it’s not sword intention.
Yuansou finally realized that before he went crazy, the Taibai Sword Immortal had a free and easy temperament, and was keen on making friends and traveling around.
He is obviously a Zhuxiao cultivator, but he doesn’t have the airs of a great cultivator.
He will even show his sword skills to his mortal friends after drinking.
With exquisite swordsmanship, he engraved the poems he occasionally found on the rock walls of mountains, forests, and restaurants and pavilions.
For many years, there have been rumors that the sword immortal integrated all his lifelong learning into these "sword poems".
People continue to go to various places to collect, make rubbings, and copy poems, trying to understand the handed down sword intention of Taibai Sword Immortal.
As a swordsman, Yuansou once joined in the fun.
He is not sure how much worth learning there is in the so-called "sword poetry".
But he can be sure that Lian Xuanxiao's sword is completely different from that of Sword Immortal.
"This is not sword intention, but...wind talisman..."
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