The sword was unsheathed and the figure in white dragged the afterimages of different movements, piercing the air and stabbing Li Congyun in mid-air.
In an instant, the long buzzing sound of the sword's edge stopped.
The edge of the sword was caught between the old man's two fingers. The elegant figure in front of him disappeared, and the afterimages behind him followed in the blink of an eye. The edge of the sword and the sword fingers clashed wildly, until the last afterimage fell with the last sword.
, full of energy, he blew and shook the old man's beard and hair a little.
"...I use the sword when I use it, and I also recite poetry. Hum, poetry is not poetry, and the sword is not a sword!"
Standing on top of the ancient sword, Li Congyun flicked his sleeves and pointed his sword horizontally, and a sword energy flew straight to the temple in front. He was not interested at all in the white-clothed and white-robed man turned into a wood carving.
Around the temple, poetry reciting started again.
"The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, one man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it..."
The sword energy pushed horizontally and disappeared quickly. On the top of the temple, the layman holding the gourd raised his head and drank the fallen wine. He took out the sword flower in his hand, his face was a little wine-red, and he burped from the wine.
Li Congyun looked lazily and casually, looking at Li Congyun in mid-air, smiled, and raised his wine gourd to salute.
"drink wine?"
"Huh!" This man seemed free and easy, but in Li Congyun's eyes, he was full of contempt, which aroused his anger, "Okay."
With a heavy nod, the old man dropped the ancient sword. The moment it fell, the ancient sword hanging in the air behind him came out of its sheath with a buzzing sound and soared into the sky. The sword body was torn apart and the strong wind carried the monstrous sword intent and pushed it in all directions.
open.
Two streets away, Ming Hui and other Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion seemed to be able to hear only the buzzing sound of swords. They were so startled that their ears hurt. Several people jumped onto the roof, facing the howling wind, far away.
From a distance, you can see a figure in white clothes rising from the temple above the temple, holding a long sword in his hand and swooping down with a gleam of cold light.
"The white feathers of meteors are inserted into the waist, and the sword flowers and autumn lotus light come out of the box."
Li Bai fell from above, his drunkenness faded away, his clothes and hair were dancing, the long sword in his hand reflected his cold eyes for a moment, he pushed away the night wind with his sword energy, drifted on the ground, and struck the tip of the flying ancient sword.
He suddenly jumped into the air, and six figures in white robes appeared out of thin air, wielding their own long swords and wielding them with different sword moves.
The ancient sword circled around the old man's body, and the sword energy was drawn--dragon-slaying energy!
A burst of strong energy suddenly blocked six figures and six long swords. There was a sound of banging gold and iron in all directions, and countless sparks flashed crazily in the night sky.
The next moment, the six figures dancing with swords disappeared one by one, and merged with the movements of the last person. The long sword in his hand made a loud sound and flew across the sky. Li Bai's clothes were flying, and the sword was moving like a dragon, waving it.
The sword's edge seemed to split the air, pulling out streaks of sword light, which hit the aura around the old man's body, penetrated straight through, and shot out several feet away.
Hiss!
When Li Congyun saw a tear in the sleeve of his robe, the corner of his eye twitched twice, and his eyes became completely cold. He became angry, waved his sleeve violently, put a palm against the opponent's second sword thrust from the air, and pinched it directly
The opponent's sword.
One twist!
Bah——
The long sword shattered and scattered like butterflies. Li Bai flew across the night sky and fell heavily under the towering tree. His body turned into stars and disappeared. The dumb wood sculpture came back to consciousness.
"Let me take a sip of wine to calm down my shock, and then I'll compete with you!"
"hehe……"
Li Congyun glanced at the little wood carving man with contempt, "You are a wood carving god, but your sword spirit is free and easy. Why don't you come to my Canglan Sword Sect and make a sword embryo?"
"Hey... I have wine and poetry... I am free and easy, why bother myself..." Li Bai Woodcarving shook the wine gourd and lay down casually on the ground, "My master won't let me!"
The next moment the words fell, the towering tree swayed, a branch was cut off, and a wooden sculpture fell to the ground. It turned around and a green smoke rose. In the smoke, a man came out with a sword and looked at the ground silently.
The unsatisfied disciple directly raised his hand, and the scabbard in his hand flew out with a cold light directly into the sky.
The person also disappeared in an instant.
Li Congyun narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and held the fist in his hand, "Who are you?!"
"Pei Min!"
Those were brief words. The next moment, the two of them slapped each other to distance themselves. Pei Min flew back, stepped on the eaves of a nearby roof, and jumped into the night sky. The whole house shook slightly, and he was frightened.
The people in the house screamed.
next moment.
The long sword flew dozens of feet into the night sky, attracted by thunder and lightning, dragging up bursts of lightning, and fell into Pei Min's hand. His robes rustled, and amid the lightning and thunder, he looked at the temple below.
The lightning crackled and bounced, and the long sword in Pei Min's hand dragged countless electric arcs, squeezing the air, and the strong wind brought out a roar across the night sky, roaring down.
In an instant, sword light and thunder and lightning penetrated into the surrounding people's homes and illuminated the streets around the temple.
…
Compared to the fierce confrontation outside the temple, the strong wind roared.
The quiet sound of needles falling can be heard in the Zhenjun Temple. Each wooden sculpture has lost its charm and stands on the altar in different postures. On the ground behind the statue of Zhenjun, the flat floor tiles slowly rise and fall like breathing.
, flattened, then slightly raised...
Beneath the damp and cold surface, the golden patterns on the talismans in the coffin had lost their effect.
The figure lying in the coffin, the pale face gradually turned red, and the abdomen gradually rose and fell, but he had not yet woken up.
Chen Yuan's consciousness still stopped in the vast void, looking at the whirling nebula and the golden elixir on the spiritual platform, which was burned into a fiery red color by the power of incense.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the golden elixir turned red and peeled off little by little, revealing a transparent light film.
Chen Yuan felt all these changes, and his consciousness became clearer. He gently grasped the palm of his hand, and the body outside began to make the same movements.
In an instant.
The burning golden elixir wrapped in the nebula wrapped by the power of incense shook violently, and countless debris flew away in an instant. The field of vision was filled with golden light, making Chen Yuan close his eyes and turn his head away.
After a while, he gradually got used to it. When he looked at the spiritual platform again, the golden elixir as big as a fist had become huge and condensed into a circle. In the faint golden light, there was a translucent light film. You could vaguely see the appearance of a baby inside.
s things.
Golden elixir...the elixir breaks out of the baby...
Chen Yuan stepped on the nebula under her feet, endured the burning pain and approached step by step, reaching out to touch the huge golden elixir.
moment.
The body in the coffin had its eyelashes trembling and its limbs gradually regained consciousness.
At this time, outside the temple, lightning flashed through the night. Pei Min, who was holding a sword, was shot out like a cannonball and crashed through the courtyard wall of a house. From the eyes of the people shivering on the bed, he crashed through another wall.
Go straight down to the street outside.
The lightning faded.
Li Congyun's bun was a little messy, and his body twitched from time to time, causing electric arcs to bounce off.
Ever since he left the Demon Suppressing Cave, even if he was imprisoned by his master and senior brother in the Demon Suppressing Cave decades ago, he has never been in such a mess as he is today. The two little wooden sculptures have such power, and it is even more impossible for him to let that person continue.
Live.
Under his messy snow-white hair, the old man looked towards the Zhenjun Temple, grabbed it in the air, and the ancient sword flew back into his hand.
Stepping on the ravines drawn by the sword energy on the ground, he walked towards the temple gate.
"Chen Yuan, come out!"
The moment he spoke through his teeth and growled, a ragged figure suddenly flashed by the side. He raised his hand and punched him. He blocked it with his sword. Looking back, he saw a crazy old man riding an old cow and spreading his hooves.