Chapter 295 A sword crosses the sky and the stars fight cold
Drums rumble and flags flutter.
The shouts of killing were like a flood that burst a dam, violently slapping everyone's eardrums. The entire battlefield was enveloped and swept away by the killing sounds of the fighting!
"Get on the horse, you get on the horse too?" The voice collapsed: "Then what the hell are you saying to me?!
I thought you wanted to stay bravely to break up the rear and create precious opportunities for us to escape. You said you would also mount your horse. You said you—"
"Shut up!" an angry voice sounded: "General Bei Zhonglang has been beaten to death. How many lives do you and I have? Are we going to die?"
The two voices quarreled again, and in a hazy moment, Bai Zhu saw a huge butt flying up and falling down heavily.
Baizhu, who was being lifted onto the horse, suddenly cried out in pain and moved his stiff fingers.
"General Bei Zhonglang!"
The voice was both surprised and happy, and Bai Zhu felt like he was being held tightly by someone, unable to break free: "You are alive again!"
The muscles and bones were clanking together, and the true energy and vigorous vitality of the main body moved across the air, and in just an instant, the damage to the incarnation was repaired.
In the void, the dull red dragon was irritated, and immediately swung its head and tail, and a bright red light emitted from its body, illuminating it for several miles.
In a blink of an eye.
But with the effort of breathing, Baizhu's damaged incarnation was completely repaired.
As soon as the light in his Niwan Palace moved, a bit of immortal spiritual light flew out and turned into an incomplete Dao-Shen ring behind the Yuan Shen's head, spinning slowly, explaining the most wonderful Tao and principles.
After all, incarnation is limited. It is not as good as the spiritual body, and it is still limited to the category of supernatural powers.
Even though Baizhu has reached the perfection of Vajra in his practice and formed a ring of Tao to carry the fruits of Tao, but here in the incarnation, the ring of Tao behind his head is looming and has no solid foundation.
Lower your head.
I saw Zhang Deng hugging him tightly, with tears in his eyes.
"General!" Zhang Deng cried loudly: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, if you die, the general will not be alive either!"
"Stop farting more."
Bai Shu slapped his head and said, "Aren't you going to get on your horse and run away?"
After pushing away the lamp, Baizhu took a few steps forward. He looked at the scene in front of him and fell silent.
Blood……
There's blood everywhere...
The dead people were piled up into several tall mountains of corpses, their tattered armors were scattered on the ground, and occasionally dim and weak talisman lights were scattered. Blood flowed all over the ground, even covering the soles of their feet.
Their small force was trapped in several large formations, wrapped in the middle, airtight.
And in the sky above the heavy killing formation, there are several boundless and majestic figures standing on it, suppressing the formation.
"Xuanmou, Madam Yu, Monk Tanhua, Dou Shiren."
Bai Shu glanced up at the sky and saw that the four people who dominated the killing formation were all old faces who had dealt with his incarnation.
He summoned a magical sword from Niwan Palace, held it in his hand, and sighed: "We have met so many times and we are already old friends. Can't we let go?"
"Let you go?" Xuanmou, who was wearing a Yin-Yang Taoist robe, sneered repeatedly and sneered: "Killing this incarnation of yours is the poor Taoist's wish. Just wait, one day I will break through the Vajra Temple and kill you.
Your real body will be killed too!"
This Taoist is about thirty years old, with a face as smooth and fair as a baby. There is an infinite and grand diagram of Yin and Yang hanging above his head, which is interpreting various mysterious scenes from nothing to existence and from birth to destruction.
Previously, this Taoist Xuanmou was also the main force behind the attack.
It was he who used the yin-yang diagram to block Bai Shu's attack, and then struck out fiercely and blinded Bai Shu's eyes.
Among the four, Taoist Xuanmou is also the strongest in cultivation.
"Where's Mrs. Jade?"
Bai Shu was not annoyed when he heard this. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman with high hair and a charming face among the four people and chuckled:
"Mrs. Yu, are you willing to kill me?"
This beautiful woman's waist is like a weak willow, her buttocks are plump and round, and her gorgeous palace skirt sways gently in the wind, outlining her plump and mature body, which is extremely beautiful.
Hearing Bai Shu's question, Mrs. Yu covered her lips and smiled softly, saying softly: "I can't bear to leave you."
"Ha???" Zhang Deng and Uncle Jin, who were following Baizhu and holding Tianma, looked at each other, dumbfounded.
"Young master, let me be my face." Mrs. Yu's eyes were filled with waves, as charming as the warm spring lake water: "Concubine——"
laugh!
A soft sound like cracking silk came, and Xuanmou's expression suddenly changed. He hurried forward and clapped a big Yin-Yang hand, but he was still a step too late.
A huge dent was made in the void by the big hand of Yin and Yang, and the surrounding Yuan Qi was swaying, being consumed by the power of Yin and Yang in this big hand, and its essence was scattered.
"Can't you see that my main consciousness has descended?"
Bai Shu held Madam Yu's charming head in one hand, held the sword to his chest with the other, and caught Monk Tan Hua's golden dragon Zen staff.
"Now the offense and defense are reversed. I attack and you defend!"
He laughed loudly, twisted the magic sword in his hand slightly, and then the whole person disappeared.
"It's not my destiny to fly the sword, it can't do anything to me!"
In the distance, Monk Tan Hua, who was being targeted, was horrified. He threw his Zen staff into the air, and a majestic golden dragon appeared and protected him by his side.
After the golden dragon protected him, Monk Tan Hua's face turned red and his body swelled up, growing into a thirty-foot-tall golden dragon Arhat.
"Look at me-"
puff!
After a short sound, the thunderous sound of the sword sounded later.
"I……"
Monk Tan Hua spoke in a trembling voice, and the golden light on his body dimmed inch by inch, spreading into a magnificent light rain that covered dozens of miles.
Between his eyebrows, at some point, a crack the size of a hair appeared.
"Although the flying sword of my destiny is not here."
Bai Shu suddenly appeared from the void and spoke calmly. The sword in his hand now had several cracks.
"But the swordsmanship is still here."
In the blink of an eye, with just one movement, two of the four impressive people were instantly killed.
Zhang Deng stupefiedly put away the oil lamp suspended above his head, not knowing how to speak.
"Kill! Kill!"
Among the four, Dou Shiren, the most distinguished son of aristocratic family, shouted in panic:
"Open the formation and kill him with the magic formation!"
"Is it possessed by ants?" Baizhu shook his head slightly: "The human sea tactic is no longer of much use to you and me."
"Array!"
"Array!"
"Array!"
The formation was like a mountain and sea. Under the urging of all the cultivators, tens of thousands of brilliant spiritual lights burst out, lighting up half of the blue sky!
The sound of the Tao rolled and stirred, wreaking havoc endlessly. In the numerous killing arrays, countless ancient exotic birds such as Pixiu, divine elephants, and red birds appeared. There were also gods and men sitting in the large court with bowed arches, and the heavenly palace was filled with thousands of auspicious energy.
Rumble——
Countless flames of light swept hundreds of miles away, brilliant and endless, rolling down towards Baizhu!
"Thousands of rivers flow into the sea, and the waves are chaotic. A single sword cuts across the sky and the stars fight against the cold."
Bai Shu flicked his sword lightly, smiled, and flew into a line, directly cutting into the infinite light.
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"Is it him?"
Hundreds of miles away, outside the crumbling massacre, in a pool of blood, a dead man's head suddenly opened its mouth with a ghastly face, and his teeth rattled.
In those dim pupils, there was a heavy glow of light, and a blood-stained white robe was clearly reflected.
The handsome young man with a loose crown looked happy. He was holding a sword upside down. Under the sword, there were thousands of corpses.
"It's him."
A hoarse female voice responded: "It can't be wrong."
