The hilt of the knife paused, and golden light spread.
A strong divine power of incense pricked the center of Li Congyun's eyebrows like a needle. As if his cultivation was low, he could not look directly at the several-foot-long golden body in front of him. He put away his coldness and even smile, and his face became solemn.
There was deathly silence all around, and the howling wind stopped instantly. Ming Hui, who was lying on the ground, let out a breath, but there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. He had never seen Chen Yuan before, but only occasionally heard from his uncles.
It was learned that his ability to summon gods was at its peak, and the gods he summoned were all different. The number of gods he summoned at the moment made him afraid to speak out.
In the surrounding houses, they stopped when they heard the movement outside, and opened the window lattice gaps one by one to take a peek. Their eyes were almost entirely focused on the figure with golden light blooming faintly, the fairy belt fluttering, and holding a dragon knife.
My eyes felt hot and I quickly closed the window, not daring to look any further.
In the dormitory, Xu Huaiyu's face turned red with excitement. This god had killed Hu back then. He took his wife and told him excitedly through the window.
At this time, in the street outside, Li Congyun kicked away the white snake beside him, straightened his body, and reached out towards the temple to grab it, as if he was chasing after an ancient sword played by a man and an ox.
In an instant, it turned into an afterimage and fell into his hand. Looking at the sword body engraved with magic patterns, the old man snorted coldly: "It's been so long and you can't even kill a person or an ox. What a waste!"
Gu Jian did not respond.
Li Congyun had his own arrogance. He held the Tianlong Sword and hung it sideways to his side. He strode to the middle of the street and looked towards the Zhenjun Temple: "Haha... This is calling the most powerful god out?!"
Chen Yuan shook his head: "Not that much. But killing you is enough." After saying that, he leaned slightly to the side and said loudly: "Thank you for your help, Lord Demon Emperor!"
"Then I need to learn from you!"
As soon as the 'teaching' fell, the old man's ancient sword slanted down and glowed with Dharma light, and gradually escaped from his hand. As the old man walked towards the Zhenjun Temple, the sword light became more and more powerful, and then flew out, turning into a dark light towards the temple door.
The several-foot-long figure rushed over.
when!
The huge blade was lifted up and slashed down. The terrifying blade pressure caused the ancient sword to deflect and fly out. The old man jumped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and held it forward.
A loud "bang" sound exploded in Guan Gong's Dharmakaya. In the midst of flying smoke and dust, the huge dragon knife slashed furiously from top to bottom. In the strong wind brought by it, it crashed against Li Congyun's shoulder and fell to the street in front. The blade sank directly into the house.
The people screamed in fear, but found that nothing was damaged at all, not even a tile fell.
However, the roaring strong wind really hit the old man, lifting him and shaking him in the air.
"OK!"
Li Congyun laughed in the air, and the ancient sword in his hand rushed into the night sky with him. The magic light flashed over Zhenjun Temple. The old man held the hilt of the sword and quickly cut through the night from top to bottom. The entire sword body was bright with magic light.
, squeezing the air to form a strong wind, bringing out a roar. The ancient sword was held in his hand and fell from the sky.
——The Heavenly Sword falls into the mortal world!
boom!
The air sank, and there was a huge roar. The golden body several feet in front of the temple was instantly swallowed up by the sword light and Dharma light. The moment the aroused air wave spread, it touched the nearby houses. The window lattice shook wildly and the tiles were lifted one by one.
It flew up and landed on the street with a crackling and shattering sound.
"What kind of god is this?"
The old man with disheveled buns stood up from the ground with a sword in his hand. Looking at the several-foot-long golden body disappearing in front of him, he grinned. He moved forward before falling, and the smoke was blown away by the wind.
When Chen Yuan's figure was revealed, in front of him was Guan Yu, who was stroking his beard with a knife, wearing a gold-rimmed green robe, with crotch and beast-patterned armor built in. He had climbing boots on his feet and a dragon knife in his hand hanging slightly to the ground.
"It hasn't dissipated yet...but it's also fun!"
The old man fell with a heavy sound, and his figure rose up again, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards him. At the same time, the suspended Sky Sword also rushed over with the old man.
"Chickens and dogs!" It was a voice as rich as an ancient bell.
The moment Chen Yuan opened his eyes, Guan Yu's slightly closed eyes in front of him suddenly opened, revealing murderous intent. The next moment, he stepped forward, and the dragon knife dragged on the ground to draw a ravine.
Then, the buzzing of the blade turned into a dragon's roar.
Almost at the moment when the old man and the ancient sword rushed towards him, the Qinglong Yanyue roared into the sky. In the flash of lightning, the heavy blade struck hard on the sword body. Just like an illusion, a green dragon as thick as an arm rushed out from the blade, and it clashed with the ancient sword. The swords clashed and meandered through the air.
Below, the dragon sword in Guan Yu's hand was swung, the sound of gold and iron clashing, exploding in the dim street, the shadow of the sword, the light of the law, the shadow of the palm, and the shadow of the fist were crazy in the blue dragon, the ancient sword was fighting against each other, and the old man slapped the sword with his palm Face, he pushed the dragon sword back, his sword fingers aroused the sword energy and stabbed the opponent's forehead. Guan Yu put his backhand on his shoulder and knocked him away. The blade in his hand struck the thin shoulder and neck. Guan Yu stepped back and pulled his arms back. , with the sound of metal friction, the green dragon drew a series of sparks and bounced against the old man's chest.
The blade of the blade grazed the old man and hung to the ground with a buzz, white air rising in bursts.
Guan Yu slashed his sword diagonally, sending the opponent flying and smashing him onto the street. After a few bounces, he crashed through the store opposite and overturned a table and chair. Only then did Li Congyun stop.
Over there, Guan Yu stepped on the debris and walked to the damaged shop. Looking at the mess inside and the old man's body buried in the wreckage, he frowned slightly.
"...So unbeatable?"
As he murmured, his eyes widened. The moment he turned around, there was the old man's spirit floating in the air. The ancient sword entangled with the green dragon flew to him in an instant, and the sword screamed loudly.
The soul is out of body!
Li Cong Yun Yuanshen took the hilt of the sword and disappeared instantly, then flashed in front of Chen Yuan.
"Apprentice!"
"Moo!"
The old cow rushed from the side with the crazy old man on its back. The horns of the cow pressed against the edge of the sword, and the tip of the horn was instantly cut off. An old hand followed closely and pinched the ancient sword that had lost some of its magic power. , in an instant, the old cow carried the crazy old man and grabbed the ancient sword and rushed to the side without stopping.
Li Congyun's soul looked at his empty hands, let out a silent shout, and knocked Chen Yuan directly with his soul body. Chen Yuan still had a look of surprise on his face. When he reacted, his fingertips were shining with Dharma light and he pressed against the opponent's chest. The latter inserted one hand directly into Chen Yuan's upper body, pinched his heart, and pushed into the temple crazily.
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The old man's soul was a little crazy, and he pushed forward all the way, knocking out all the wooden sculptures that jumped to intercept Chen Yuan, and pushed him directly on the altar.
"...Nascent Soul, you didn't even have this precaution, so your death will not be unjust!"
Chen Yuan's heart ached unbearably. He looked at the silhouette of a human figure in front of him, but the old man had no substance. He wanted to gather his magic power, but it was difficult to gather it under the severe pain. He was pressed on his forehead with his other hand and hit the back of his head.
On the statue.
Hahaha!
"I'll knock you to death!!" Li Congyun grinned wildly, pressed Chen Yuan's head and kept hitting the statue, "I'll knock you to death in this hall——"
"Rat!" Guan Yu hung the green dragon upside down and turned into blue light and rushed towards him.
On the street, the white snake twisted and crawled hard; Ming Hui's face was covered with blood, he stumbled up from the ground, pulled out the magic sword from the tree, and walked to the Zhenjun Temple, leaving Wu Guzhu shaking in pain.
Over there, amidst the banging sound, the old man said: "...I was killed in this hall!" As the words fell, Chen Yuan's body, which was held in his hand, trembled suddenly.
The dark wind whined and blew, and all the bright lights in the temple suddenly went out.
Li Congyun, who noticed the change, stopped his movements and looked around. Chen Yuan, who was lying on his back on the altar with blood flowing out, curled up the corners of his mouth and squeezed out weak words.
"Haha... hit me to death..."
The words that came out of his mouth gradually turned into a rough sound like chewing iron, and became louder in people's ears.
"...Who wants to hit me to death?!"
In Li Congyun's gaze, Chen Yuan slowly stood up straight. At the same time as the hoarse voice sounded from behind him, a shadow of the number one scholar in red robe, wearing a black gauze on his head, and an iron face with curly temples came out of the ground, with a killer figure around his waist.
The ghost golden mace, the iron whip for subduing demons were gently swayed, and the demon sword in his hand was slapped on the altar. His eyes were like copper bells, shooting out electric light, looking at the soul of the old man opposite, and grinning with a big scarlet mouth.