Xie Guanying was quite helpless. If he had the confidence to forcefully break through the sword at first, now he really could only defend to the end.
Just like a slow-moving large-scale heavy infantry encounters an elite light cavalry, it will not lose but will only be passively beaten.
Xie Guanying silently recited the numbers in his mind. Starting from the word three, he silently counted to nine.
Each increment was a strange stagnation in Nangong's sword attack. After the pause, the sword was released even more rapidly.
He didn’t know that this was Nangong’s Eighteen Stops!
Once she gets the upper hand, the outcome is really not certain.
I saw a ball of white snow rolling in front of Xie Guanying.
After twelve stops, Xie Guanying was already thinking of running away.
After fourteen pauses, Nangong's sword had already captured the force of wind and thunder created by heaven and earth. This was no longer as simple as a master of astronomical phenomena borrowing the force from heaven and earth.
There is already some connotation of the Taoist immortals' sleeves that separate the universe from the heavens, or the atmosphere of the Buddha's lotus pure land in the land of the abbot.
Between the fifteenth stop and the sixteenth stop, Xie Guanying tried to stop his opponent's terrifying momentum even though he was injured. He clenched Chunlei tightly with both hands and embroidered the two swords of winter, but the long and short swords seemed to have divine help.
Pulled it out of his hand easily.
This is simply beyond Xie Guanying's imagination.
But the truth that really makes him feel uneasy may be that after stopping at seventeen or eighteen, Nangong will be able to truly gain the upper hand.
There is nothing flashy about Nangong's sword, it's just fast!
There is no heroic spirit of Zhang Yange's sword to slay immortals, no majestic momentum of Li Chun'ang's green snakes on his sleeves, no instant power of God like Gu Jiantang's thunder, and no wantonness of Deng Tai'a's antelope hanging its horns to summon the immortal sword.
Nangong's knife is like a diligent old farmer, relying on his old skills day after day, year after year, quietly waiting for the predictable harvest.
This is the scariest place!
Stop sixteen!
Xie Guanying opened the middle door wide, letting the long knife explode in his chest like rolling thunder, and letting the short knife just touch the water like a dragon hanging heavily on his shoulder.
The staggering Xie Guanying's feet were off the ground, and he had to use the momentum to speed up and sweep away, just to increase the distance between him and the two knives.
Stop at seventeen!
At the critical moment when Xie Guanying gritted his teeth and prepared to use his backup plan.
Zhang Yange's voice came, "Don't forget what I gave you. If something happens to you, I will be very sad."
Xiudong slashed his head with a knife, and Xie Guanying was hit so hard that his knees touched the ground. He slid back three feet in one breath. In the next moment, Xie Guanying, who shouldn't have fallen so far back, had disappeared.
"I don't care! If I can't see you, I will be sad too." Nangong didn't stop any more. Seventeen stops was the end.
If you stop any longer, you will really hurt your roots.
Six stops kill the second level. Nine stops kill Zhixuan. Twelve stops kill celestial phenomena.
After sixteen pauses, the Buddhist Vajra is also broken open, and the heavenly body is as white as a piece of paper.
After eighteen pauses, there was no land immortal in front of Nangong. As long as she was allowed to successfully strike first, whether it was Wang Xianzhi or Qi Xuanzhen, she would be invincible with the first move, and even in the worst case, she could trade her life for a life!
But Zhang Yange could stop Shiba Ting just by opening his mouth, just because Nangong was in love...
After Zhang Yange killed more than thirty immortals, three or four immortals took action again, and suddenly the swords were like pouring rain.
Zhang Yange originally used his sword energy to resist, but now he ignored it.
He walked directly in front of Nangong and let the swords crackle as they hit him. He just gently stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood on Nangong's face.
"Let him run away!" Nangong said regretfully.
"It's okay. Next time we are together, we will never let him escape again," Zhang Yange said.
About a mile away from Qintian Prison, on a high wall, a spectator sat struttingly, her clothes as white as snow.
The man in white sat on the wall, with one leg bent and the other hanging on the wall. A wine bottle was tied to his wrist with a red rope. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, then chuckled softly.
"Peach Blossom Sword God, Zhang Yange's move to invite the gods seems to have its appearance in the picture, but if you think about it carefully, it has a different artistic conception."
Deng Tai'a, who was named, finally appeared, standing not far from Luoyang in white, and nodded: "Zhang Yange has condensed his moves to a very advanced level, so he invited those people out instead."
But there are some people we really don’t recognize. The down-and-out swordsman had the deepest impact on me. Is that move called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan?”
Luoyang stared at the battlefield in the distance that was unprecedented and unprecedented, and said to himself, "I have been a lonely ghost for eight hundred years. I have seen many ascended people and many banished immortals.
I also know a little bit about the doorway.
More than sixty Longhu Mountain Patriarchs all descended to the earth. Restricted by the way of heaven, most of them were nothing more than human Vajra Realm physiques and Zhixuan Realm Qi. They had a few more greatly reduced Immortal Mysterious Powers in their hands, that is,
He looks like a land fairy.
The tigers in Paper Lake can scare people, but they can't kill people.
However, the seven or eight people standing in the middle, even if their cultivation levels have weakened, are at least in the realm of celestial phenomena, so they should not be underestimated, especially the three great masters in the middle. They are all Taoist saints, right?"
Deng Tai'a put one hand across his chest and rubbed his chin with the other, "The person holding the talisman sword is the first patriarch of Longhu Mountain.
The person wearing the lotus on his head should be the first real protector of the country in the Liyang Dynasty. It is said that the Purple Gold Lotus Pond in the Tianshi Mansion was created by his hands.
And the one riding the white deer is Qi Xuanzhen's uncle according to his seniority.
They are all well-known big shots. If they are about to ascend and have not yet entered the gate of heaven, they will be so powerful. They can truly transcend the world and become saints.
Now, as an ordinary land god, he loses because his body is not strong enough, but wins because he understands the way of heaven... Well, since he is in the human world now, especially when facing Mr. Xiao Zhang, this is not an advantage."
Suddenly, another person dressed in green clothes appeared leisurely. In terms of demeanor and demeanor, the Peach Blossom Sword God with an unassuming appearance was far inferior to this one. Even though the latter had snow-stained temples, Mrs. Deng
Standing next to him, one looked like a country man, while the other looked like a talkative celebrity.
"Deng Tai'a, Luoyang, faced with more than sixty first-level people coming to kill them, including three saints, how would you feel if you put yourself in their shoes?" asked Cao Changqing, who suddenly arrived.
Deng Tai'a thought for a moment and said seriously, "If you kill until you are weak, you may need to use several swords, and you won't be able to kill them all."
Luoyang smiled and said, "It's not easy to kill, nor is it easy to escape."
"Then what do you think Zhang Yange will do?" Cao Changqing asked next.
To be honest, he, Cao Guanzi, cares about chaos. Of course, what he cares about is not Zhang Yange, but how much Li Yang's luck can be lost, and how long he can give it to Xi Chu.
After the restoration of the country, Cao Changqing discovered the difficulty of governing a country.
Cao Changqing suddenly said in a deep voice, "It's begun!"