The drizzle was like clouds and fog. Pei Ziyun landed on the ground and stood in front of the low forest. This was the area around Xiaogu River, and he couldn't help feeling a little restless.

In the memory of the original owner, he also encountered an attack from Songyun Sect. It was only a few years later that the blessed land was broken, the leader died in battle, and Song Zhi took over the position. In just four years, all the people he knew disappeared, replacing the disciples sent by the Qixuan Sect, which was equivalent to completely becoming the lower mansion of the Qixuan Sect.

Now, it has finally changed.

But the change was not complete. Thinking of this, he shouted: "System!"

A plum blossom suddenly appeared in front of you and quickly enlarged, turning into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of view with a faint sense of light, and the data you need to see appeared in front of you.

"Yin Shen: First level (completeness 3.5%)"

"Thirty-nine kinds of Taoist art: proficiency"

"Sword Technique: Grandmaster (completeness 23.6%)"

"Pracial power: The third level of the Dou Zhuang Xingshi (the highest level)"

"I remember that last time the sword technique was 19.1%, and now I have fully understood the highest attainments of the Shen family's 37 styles, but it has only increased by about 4%.

"It's so difficult to be in a divine state."

"However, the Star Movement is no longer able to be promoted, and the excess reputation has been transformed into Yin Shen, which has gradually increased."

"It's a pity that if I were given some time, there should be no problem with the first three layers of Yin Shen."

After calming down, Pei Ziyun drilled into the grass and his shadow disappeared.

The altar

The rain turned lower and fell on the altar. A line of swordsman stood upright, his whole body was wet. Now even the elder had no umbrella, and the elder was concentrating on maintaining the altar.

There were waves of spiritual lights on the altar, and there were fires flashing from time to time. Two tokens, one jade and one gold, seemed to be like yin and yang, spinning in the air.

Every elder was sweating down. The great elder was the core, his face was white and blue, his lips were purple, and his sweat and clothes were filled with banishing the exclusion of the blessed land. They were completing it, otherwise it would be so easy for the incarnation of the earthly immortal.

In the cave not far away, a middle-aged Taoist was covered in sweat. He was staring at a Taoist who was monitoring the situation and hissed: "Impossible, check again."

The Taoist who monitored the situation Ning Zhi was meaningless, or responded: "Yes!"

I saw that the cave was temporarily renovated. Because it was quite wide inside, there were dense lamps in the middle. All of these lamps were turned off, making them look dark and gloomy. The Taoist held the magic trick and pointed at the oil lamp. With a "boom", all the oil lamps lit up, but when the magic trick passed, they were all turned off.

"All dead?"

"Even Elder Liu is dead?" The middle-aged Taoist trembled slightly, his face was pale and almost bloodless, and he was desperate: "Summoning the soul immediately and ask what's going on."

The Taoist who was monitoring the situation trembled in fear and said in a little panic: "It is not difficult to summon souls and ask questions, but it is the elder who has this authority."

As he said that, the man swallowed timidly and plucked up his courage: "Senior brother, go and ask the elder, and I will be able to cast the spell after giving permission."

The middle-aged Taoist hesitated for a while. He knew the reason. There was a life lamp for the soul-summoning question. This was not difficult, but there were many secrets in the soul of a dead person. If he asked casually, wouldn’t it be a big deal? So he pondered for a while and finally sighed: “The elders in front were working hard to change the methods. I got bad luck and wanted to ask them to disturb me before I could understand. Now it seems that I still have to ask the elder first.”

As he said that, the middle-aged Taoist sighed and was about to go out of the cave. He suddenly felt a throbbing heart and stopped immediately.

At this moment, a sword light broke out at the entrance and stabbed straight towards him. The middle-aged Taoist reacted very quickly, opening his mouth to shout, but almost at the same time, his finger rings automatically broke and a white light appeared.

"Puff!" The sword light broke into the chest without any obstacles, and came into the chest, and the middle-aged Taoist shouts turned into turbid blood spray.

The Taoist priest behind the surveillance was shocked and immediately shouted: "There is a thief!"

In addition to the Taoist, there were two swordsmen. They all drew their swords at this time, but Pei Ziyun's long sword stabbed out, and the sword light flashed. Almost at the same time, the three of them felt their eyes sting and their eyes were full of sword light. They all felt that they were the target of the enemy's main attack, and they immediately flashed or attacked.

But the figure disappeared and the phantom dissipated. Just a meeting, the Taoist who was inspecting the investigation groaned and fell out, blood splattering.

"You!" The two swordsmen suddenly realized that they had been fooled and rushed forward. The sword light and the wind and thunder were activated almost at the same time.

Pei Ziyun's human form turned into a shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. He inserted into the gap of the sword light. With a "clang" sound, the person suddenly turned and disappeared, flashing and fleeting.

"The art of war is a trick, and the same is true for martial arts." The figure fell, and Pei Ziyun's breathing was a little rapid, his face was a little pale, but his body was stable.

"I don't want the skills in the novel to be really useful."

Life and death are a moment, and the terrifying battle unfolds in an instant. In fact, this technique is very simple, which is to use sword energy and spiritual awareness to make the other three have the illusion that they are being attacked.

At the critical moment of life and death, people instinctively protect themselves, so the three of them immediately became independent and were defeated by themselves in an instant.

The wind and thunder were still in their ears, and the fight was over. Two Taoists, one of whom was flowing out of their internal organs, and blood was flowing all over the ground. The body was still struggling. He held the sword with his hands, his face twisted, and his mouth screamed. The other was directly pierced by his heart, and he died very quickly.

"Military arts and swordsmanship are originally one."

"No wonder Fusang calls sword technique a small military technique, it actually makes some sense."

"To become a master, you must understand the art of war." Pei Ziyun's face was stained with a little blood, and gently wiped it off, and then shook off the blood from the sword: "There are not many enemies left."

A thin layer of white light dissipated, which was a sound barrier. Even Pei Ziyun could not block such a large area, but the cave was one-way, and it was enough to block the hole.

"No alert." Pei Ziyun looked at it and thought to himself that there were four elders on the altar, but he had just observed it and had to support the magic circle and could not escape. There were four swordsmen outside the altar.

After thinking about it, Pei Ziyun searched for it, and found a clean Taoist wardrobe. He calmly changed into clothes and then headed towards the altar.

The rain was hazy, and the four swordsmen had been persevering for most of the day, but they remained basically alert. They glanced around and saw and heard people coming out of the cave.

The corners of my eyes swept across. It was my own person. The swordsman didn't care much. He approached several steps before looking back. When he saw it, he felt that this face was a little unfamiliar.

"Who?" he spit out, the sword light flashed, his throat cooled, and he fell out immediately. The swordsmen on both sides of the left and right corners immediately alerted to draw the sword and rushed forward.

"Go to die!" An elder had no time to react, and his head flew out and blood spurted out several feet.

"Sharp"

The two swordsman attacked with each other, Pei Ziyun ran slanted, rolled, and glided... In an instant, he changed his orientation and body movement three times. With a "swish", the sword light ruthlessly cut open the Tianling cover of a swordsman. The man suddenly opened his mouth wide, and Ju screamed, and then a large ball of red and white brain appeared and fell down.

"When an enemy attacks, elders wake up." At this time, another swordsman shouted, and the remaining three elders were about to wake up.

Pei Ziyun rushed straight towards an elder. When the swordsman saw the anxiousness, he rushed forward without hesitation, but Pei Ziyun turned around and turned around and sword.

"Puff" the long sword entered the body and penetrated it from behind. The swordsman screamed, his eyes widened in an instant, and he spurted out his sword like a blood fountain.

"Attack the enemy, you must save it, and besiege the city and attack the city." In fact, if you really want to discuss swordsmanship, this swordsman is not bad, but once you encounter military tactics and lure the enemy into revealing flaws, you can kill it only with one sword.

Pei Ziyun's body turned rapidly and was about to pounce on him. An elder just pointed: "Imperial!"

Pei Ziyun groaned and fell three steps back, but the sword took advantage of the situation and threw it out.

"Bang!" The long sword hit the floating token hard, but hit the token of King Lu. With a "boom", a dragon shadow appeared on the altar, and a roar like a dragon but not a dragon, and the token exploded.

The remaining three elders, like the middle thunder, shook their whole body and vomited blood. One elder hissed: "Great Elder, exit the magic circle quickly!"

The two elders and one swordsman, Pei Ziyun wiped the blood on his lips, feeling his hands and feet were weak and could hardly raise his strength. He sighed inwardly: "What a pity!"

After many battles, even though I had eaten something, I had already reached the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was gone, and the other party could not ask for it. The magic circle was damaged and the backlash came immediately.

"If you have half of your strength at your peak, you can kill them all." Pei Ziyun thought, turned around and pounced, rolled on the ground, and picked up the sword.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Blessed land

"Boom!" A red phantom little dragon suddenly whined, and after holding on for a while, it dispersed. As soon as it dispersed, the True Lord's imperial decree suddenly lit up.

"I won on the ground, and the dragon energy of King Lu you borrowed also dissipated. Go and die!" The True Lord said loudly, and the black energy that was entangled with it had gradually dissipated: "The sun, moon, yin and yang, spread my law net."

"Damn it!" Seeing these, the earth immortal incarnated and glanced upwards. A sudden "boom" instantly, a ball of light rose up in this blessed land.

The blessed land had become fragile after a great battle. At this time, the fireball penetrated a hole and disappeared in the blessed land in an instant. In the hole, darkness seeped in.

"Zhengjun, why did you let it go?" someone asked.

"The blessed land has been severely damaged. If you continue to fight, even if you kill this person incarnation, the blessed land may collapse." Zhenjun sighed, and red air continued to spread out on his body. It was strange to say that as soon as it scattered, the entire swinging blessed land gradually stabilized, and his body was shrinking rapidly: "I have also suffered a lot of damage. I must fall into sleep for a period of time to maintain the blessed land's recovery."

"After now, Songyun Sect is exhausted." As he said that, the Zhenjun pointed out and sent a ball of fire on it: "And now the head of the sect can't hold on anymore."

The altar

These mutations were said to be late, but in fact they were soon. Pei Ziyun picked up the sword, and the altar behind him exploded. The elder spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated instead of advancing, and quickly retreated.

As the altar exploded, the two elders spat another mouthful of blood. Pei Ziyun rushed forward, and the sword light flashed. The two elders were backfired and had no time to resist, so they killed them immediately.

"No!" The remaining swordsman saw this and shouted like crazy. He died so many elders, and he would die when he returned. He immediately fought to kill him without hesitation.

"Puff" the figures intertwined, and the swordsman's face had a blood mark. He staggered a few steps and fell down.

"Haha!" Looking at the figure of the elder who was leaving, Pei Ziyun laughed a long time, and halfway through the laughter, and blood spurted on him.

"Do you know that I'm exhausted and the lamp is dry?" At this time, the drizzle fell and the sky was dark. Pei Ziyun went back a few steps and saw a vastness, as if the battle just now was just a dream.
Chapter completed!