Like a dragon, like a phoenix, it roars away, picking up clouds from all directions and stirring up wind and thunder in ten places!
"Alas!"
Hidden in the darkness, the evil young man who had been paying attention to the battle had a flash of light in his eyes, and he suddenly stood up. When his body was not stable, his hands opened fiercely; under the flick of his long sleeves, black air flowed!
The black air, wisps and wisps, entangled and spread like a snake, and after a while, it became a ball.
A mass of darkness!
The darkness is twisting and changing, like a living thing, and seems to swallow everything!
And the first thing it wants to swallow is the "Jinghong Sword"!
Unparalleled Jinghong.
Unparalleled sword power.
Can it be swallowed?
The evil young man actually has no confidence in his heart, but when faced with his favorite treasure, he will try anything he wants!
sword.
Howling, with afterimages, like lightning.
"Swallow the sky...devour the earth!"
The evil young man's expression was solemn, his chest suddenly expanded, and his hands opened wider and wider. At the same time, the darkness became more solid, and its distortion and change range was also increased visibly to the naked eye!
call out!
The sword's power is unparalleled, extremely sharp, and strikes in an instant.
"hiss--"
It was like the sound of a knife cutting through cloth, and the moment the sword came into contact with "Black", time seemed to have stopped.
The world is so quiet and scary.
It's not as earth-shattering as expected, but it's more shocking than "earth-shaking".
The world seems to have become different.
"don't want!"
In the silence, the man in Taoist robes suddenly spoke up, and he suddenly jumped out like an arrow.
"wait for me"
Yan Danzhi gave a loud shout, and then he ran with all his strength, risking his life and galloping.
Although the two did not communicate, they had the same idea - Jinghong Sword must not fall into the hands of others!
"Brother!"
The girl in green clothes called from behind, but no one responded? She hesitated for a moment, stamped her foot, gritted her silver teeth, and chased after him.
With the temperament of the girl in green, she knew that she was not strong enough, but she still wanted to do her best.
"Chirp!"
It sounded like the cry of some kind of bird, or like a sharp knife sliding back and forth on the layered brocade.
Jinghong Sword fell into "darkness", just like a bird falling into a swamp, and a sharp sword falling into soft silk.
One struggled to pull down, while the other desperately rushed in.
The game between the two phases is in full swing.
Xu Sheng clutched his chest and struggled to suppress the welling up blood. Dragging his heavy body, he climbed onto the broken city wall tremblingly.
Although the duel between "Darkness" and Jinghong Sword in front of him was extremely spectacular, he still couldn't help but look behind him.
There, the arrogant Yan Shaoguang had turned into a cold corpse.
Yes, it was Xu Sheng who killed him.
For the first time in his life, he killed someone without any guilt and with peace of mind.
Yan Shaoguang had a very high self-esteem and was arrogant. He looked at other people's lives like grass and saw his own life like dregs. He was extremely crazy, bloodthirsty and prone to killing. He thought many times about killing Xu Sheng.
No matter from which aspect, Yan Shaoguang should be killed mercilessly by Xu Sheng.
Of course, this is what Xu Sheng did, neatly and without any sloppiness.
"He was a man, but he died in my hands." Xu Sheng murmured. His weak body could no longer support him and he fell into the arms of a group of soldiers headed by Captain Li.
He never expected that Yan Shaoguang was not dead yet!
Yes, Yan Shaoguang is still alive. Just after Xu Sheng punched Yan Shaoguang's head into pulp, a mentor flew lightly to the body and watched with interest.
"Are you a blood relative of that person?"
The old Taoist priest said softly, then bent over and pointed his finger on Yan Shaoguang's "shameful" forehead.
After a little glimmer of light, the head and the surrounding flesh and blood fragments began to squirm, and finally spliced together, barely forming an "oval".
"ah--!"
A terrifying sound came from Yan Shaoguang, and the two eyes on the oval head that had just been "formed" began to flip up and down violently.
"Just shut up. I can't say anything like this now. Save your energy and bury your doubts and resentment deep in your heart."
The Taoist priest said this without showing any mercy. With a flick of his sleeve, he and Yan Shaoguang disappeared under the dancing wind.
The game between "Darkness" and Jinghong is gradually coming to an end with the disappearance of the veteran.
The sounds of phoenixes and dragons gradually weakened, and the "darkness" also shrank, but it did not show signs of decline. Instead, it became thicker and more solid.
Although Jinghong Sword carries Yan Shaoguang's thirty years of life, it is still no match for the old monster who has been dormant for many years.
brush!
After this sound, there was a loud "bang" sound. The cyclones spread out like swords, leaving terrible traces on the gray-black ground, and then rose up together, rushing towards the groggy sky.
The ashes brought up by the cyclone "shadowed" thousands of feet with the evil young man as the center!
Even with the blessing of "invisible secret power", Xu Sheng's eyes could not see through the layers of "haze", and he didn't know how intense it was.
"break!"
Seeing smoke and dust rising from all directions, the man in Taoist robes suddenly stopped. When his eyes were focused, he made a move with his big hand, and a beam of white light suddenly appeared.
The light passed through the "haze" easily, like a dagger cutting through layers of tulle effortlessly.
Where the light beam "passes", the "haze" has not gathered for a long time, and no one dares to come forward!
In other words, the white light carved a "road". Although it was extremely narrow, it was enough for him to focus his eyes and see what he wanted to see.
"Fuck!"
The figure of the evil young man changed from rickety to straight, like a mountain. When his hair was flying, his hands were constantly forming seals, suppressing them from top to bottom.
The Jinghong Sword bloomed with blood and hung over his heart, spinning at an unimaginable speed, obviously gathering great power.
But that power can only be accumulated, but cannot explode. At this moment, the evil young man's two hands, black energy steaming, fell on the sword blade, forming a layer of restraint and suppression.
The man in Taoist robes could see that Jinghong Sword seemed to pause for a moment, and then suddenly spun again, but the speed and power were not as good as before.
"No!"
The man in the Taoist robe felt a chill in his heart, and he exhaled urgently; at the same time, his hands danced rapidly, and he kept kneading. Little bits of light splashed forward like rain.
"Damn it!"
The light rained like beads, and when he saw the evil young man behind him, he didn't panic much, but his face darkened, and anger spread on his face.
In recent days, he has been hiding here, and he has long been unhappy in his heart; now, he finally shows up and encounters bad things, how can he not be angry?
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
The evil young man did not move, but there was a field of his own behind him. Those light spots were repulsed as soon as they came into contact, spreading around like shuttles.
The Taoist-robed man's attack was easily defused.
"call--"
The man in the Taoist robe gasped, his face became even more serious. He raised his hand again, but did not move. Then he turned his head and stared straight at Yan Danzhi.
"good"
Yan Danzhi was so smart that he understood the meaning of the man in Taoist robes in an instant.
He stood up suddenly, raised his head, opened his hands, and straightened his chest, and his momentum grew spontaneously!
Moreover, what is generated is not only the momentum, but also the extremely broad, strong, and real "qi".
It's anger.
It is everywhere in the world and can be said to be the most common thing.
In the human world, the methods of cultivation have different paths and lead to the same goal. They can be roughly divided into eight realms: first awareness, clarity, access to the netherworld, spiritual spring, spiritual thoughts, heaven, no hindrance, and transcendence. All monks are among them.
However, although the realm is the same and the path is unified, the focus of everyone's cultivation is not the same.
Some people practice physical training and focus on inner strength, like Yan Shaoguang; some people practice martial arts and focus on Dharma, like the girl in green; some people cultivate the mind and focus on perception, like the "Hanshan Monk"; some people focus on tempering their Qi and focusing on
Heaven and earth resonate, just like Yan Danzhi today.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that whatever you practice is just that. Body refiners can practice techniques, nourish their mind, and sharpen their energy; vice versa, the same goes for other things.
As for the man in Taoist robes, he is a combination of "skill cultivation" and "qi cultivation".
"Roar!"
The loud noise was enough to shake the sky. Yan Dan gathered his energy hundreds of times, condensed thousands of energy, and finally released it!
As soon as it was released, the Qi became a torrent and went straight into the "grey sea". In an instant, most of the "haze" in the world was swept away, and the figure of the evil young man loomed in the steaming "grey mist".
"go!"
The hand raised by the man in Taoist robes moved, forming a powerful seal; while the other hand turned into a knife shape, accumulating power and firing.
boom!
A ray of white light is like a sword, and an air blade is like a knife. The swords move forward together without conflict. They actually blend together and expand several times in an instant.
"Skill" and "qi" resonate!
"Um!?"
The evil young man was finally frightened, and turned around suddenly, with a trace of obvious horror on his calm face. He frowned, and the swords and swords rushed in front of him!
"Damn it!"
He cursed like this, and pressed one hand more up and down on the Jinghong Sword; while the other hand was freed, and with a sharp turn, five black gases turned into dragons, separated from the fingertips, and wrapped around the "Swords Convergence"