Li Shipeng took back the soul sent from the flying sword, and it felt like a part of the sea of consciousness was cut off. As a swordsman, he lost what he regarded as the guarantee of his life. The flying sword lost its spirituality. Under the combined defense of Li Laiheng
It was quickly broken into pieces and scattered.
The only good thing is that he saved a life. Although his spiritual sense was damaged, his magic power was still there, but his swordsmanship was wiped out with the loss of his sword spirit.
"Stand back and watch how I kill the enemy!"
After saying that, he disappeared like Fang Yazi in front of Li Shi's eyes. The next moment, a flying sword was shot out with extremely fierce killing intent. Li Shipeng only felt that the power of the sword was more than ten times stronger than that of his own messenger. This way
What skills do you need to fly a flying sword? If you can't block it if it strikes, you'll die!
Wumen Taoist knew that a powerful enemy was coming when his paper crane was crushed, so he quickly released his most powerful magical weapon, formed a small four-phase formation, and called his two companions at the same time.
"You two, let us fight against the enemy together!"
The big words from before are still in my ears, but my body is very honest. I know that I may not have the upper hand compared to the captain at this time, so I have long since lost the desire to challenge him alone, and I just want to surround him and beat him.
Taoist Qi Sect was still a little reluctant. He had just beheaded a Yan Sect sword cultivator, which seemed to be no big deal. There was no room for struggle under the coffin on his back.
"But if that's the case, why give him this face?"
After all, the puppet coffin was manipulated to float over. For core monks like them, they can talk wildly, but they have to be cautious on their hands.
The three people here were planning to surround them when Hou Zi transformed into a flying sword and roared towards them.
Taoist Wu Sect bore the brunt and asked in surprise, "Where did that sword cultivator go?"
While he was speaking, several magic weapons he had sacrificed in the air were chopped into pieces by flying swords. These magic weapons were arranged according to the formation, which was unusual. The power they exerted when arranged together was far greater than that of the messenger alone.
But he didn't expect that such a continuous array of magic weapons wouldn't even last a breath under the impact of flying swords.
The clouds are flat and motionless, the river map is darkly connected,
It is the "formation" tactic in Hou Tseng's swordsmanship that is most suitable for breaking formations. After decades of pondering day after day, this technique has long been perfected, and it is time to use it freely and horizontally.
"Two senior brothers, save me!"
The most powerful magical weapon was destroyed in an instant, and there was no way he could find any powerful means in his hands. During his escape, he spread out the miasma, hoping to slightly delay the opponent's flying sword, and at the same time, he hoped that the two companions could come from the side.
Slow down and help him get through this period.
But Taoist priests from Qimen and Zhoumen are also helpless. It’s not that they don’t want to help, they are dependent on each other, and they are not so selfish, but the problem is that they can’t find a way to help!
Where is the true body of the sword cultivator? Is it hidden aside? Or is it in the sword? All they can do now is to attack the flying sword, but the flying sword is so fast, their method can only follow the flying sword.
Behind the sword, he chased further and further away.
The effectiveness of the Miasma Mist was far less than he expected. After a few turns, the flying sword had already caught up with him, and the powerful weapon at hand was almost exhausted. He felt the flying sword break through the protective shield, even if he was as proud as he was.
I couldn't help but shout,
"Captain, wait a minute, I have something to say!"
The flying sword passed through his head without hesitation, instantly blowing the big head to pieces. Then it circled and collided with the coffin on his back behind him.
The ghost coffin opened wide, allowing Rong Feijian to penetrate, and immediately closed the lid. Taoist Qimen said happily: "After you take away his sword, let me see how much ability you have left?"
The Qi Sect is one of the most prestigious Taoist sects in the Splendid Continent. It has a wide range of interests. Things that look like magic sects, such as carrying a puppet coffin, are also very familiar. In fact, it is just a name. There is a gloomy atmosphere inside, just like a miniature.
The small world of Mingyin can restrain all things and isolate spiritual consciousness.
The sword cultivator he killed was passive because his flying sword was behind a coffin and he lost his most advantageous weapon. This time he followed the prescription and took the medicine, and it went incredibly smoothly.
Taoist priest from the Zhou sect next to him reminded: "Senior brother, be careful, I don't know where this person is, maybe he is hiding in the flying sword?"
Taoist Qimen smiled proudly, "That's even better, it saves you all the effort."
Before he finished speaking, the ghost coffin suddenly burst open, the lid and body of the coffin were broken into several pieces, and a sense of desolation filled the air.
Things are changing, but I am alone!
The word "Lie" is most suitable for closed spaces. It uses the closed breath to brew momentum, list out the might of the soldiers, and express murderous intent.
Taoist Qi Men was concentrating all his magic power and mind on carrying the ghost coffin. This was suddenly broken, his mind was damaged, his magic power was unbalanced, and he suddenly fell into a semi-conscious state. However, he still knew what he should do now and shouted loudly:
"Junior brother, take me away quickly!"
Taoist Zhou Sect was about to reach out, but he saw that the flying sword was already approaching with force. He knew that he could not save the person he was reaching out to, but he would definitely fall in. If he tried to escape, he might not have a chance.
When he turned around again, Li Laiheng had already disappeared without a trace, without even saying hello, truly achieving the state of being a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.
He felt cruel in his heart, "Senior brother, hold on, wait until I roll up the fire and kill him!"
This is what he said and what he did. This man is good at the two arts of wind and fire. The power of his self-created wind and fire tornadoes is huge. Few people who are involved in them can escape intact. But in this way, Taoist Qimen will
became a bait.
He had already seen clearly that the sword cultivator's true body was in the flying sword. It was a rare art of combining human and sword. Under normal circumstances, his wind and fire tornado could not be faster than the flying sword. During the battle,
It is difficult to use it, unless Lian Feijian and Taoist Qimen are involved...
Taoist Qimen understood what he meant, but his body was still not in control, so he could only curse:
"I treat you like a white-eyed wolf, and the friendship that lasted decades ended just this time?"
Before he finished speaking, the flying swords, wind and fire tornadoes were already attacking one after another. What could he, a hemiplegic monk, do to stop such a combined attack? His body was cut off when he was in it, and then he was burned to pieces in the wind and fire tornadoes.
None left.
Taoist Zhou Sect is extremely calm here. He is very aware of how much damage his wind and fire tornado can do to the monk's body, but it may not be possible for Feijian. The sword cultivator must be hidden in a mysterious space in the sword.
, may not be able to burn him. The only purpose of doing this is to buy time for himself. In the wind and fire tornado, his consciousness cannot be penetrated and he loses his sense of direction. He needs this time.
Seeing the flying sword thrown into the wind and fire tornado, the desperate curses of Taoist Qimen came from inside, and he seemed to have not heard it. He stretched out his body and was about to escape, but suddenly he felt something was wrong, as if there were thousands of needles pricking him in front of his eyes.
Come!
That was not a needle! It was the last remnant of the sword in Li Shipeng's purple mansion. Originally, he kept it and might one day regain his flying sword, but the battle in front of him happened too quickly. In an instant, two Taoists were dead, and one Taoist wanted to escape.
, how could he let this person escape?
No longer caring about the future, the only effective method is to retain the sword in the Zifu. Shoot it out without reservation. It can be regarded as a one-and-done thing, and there is no need to consider the issue of recovery.
Zhou Daoren was stabbed by thousands of flying sword fragments, so he had to spend time to resist. When he cleared away these sword fragments, the unpredictable flying sword appeared in front of him again.
