Chapter 212 Breaking the Mirror and Breaking the Realm, Mr. Six, Chu Lige
In the mirror world, a seventh-level tiger roared and swooped over at an extremely fast speed.
Gu Yusheng's white robe was fluttering in the strong wind. Although the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood changed up and down, left and right, he was not afraid. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and turned a blind eye to the tiger charging in front of him. He used his sword to
Gui Ling Gourd.
The moment the tiger appeared behind him, he suddenly shouted:
"cut!"
The sword comes out of the spirit gourd.
An arc of sword energy drove the tiger's head to the sky.
Gu Yusheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely bright, his figure flew into the air, he held the sword and rotated, drew an arc with the tip of the sword, made a hand gesture with his left hand, and stabbed a sword somewhere in the sky.
"break!"
The sword glowed everywhere.
The beautiful world was like a mirror that suddenly shattered, black ink spilled all over the sky, and the sea of blood and mountains of corpses turned into nothingness.
At this moment.
A golden fist shadow appeared above Gu Yusheng. Cangxin Yuan, riding a tiger in the sky, stared at Gu Yusheng coldly, with pleasure on his lips.
"Punch me!"
Gu Yusheng's face was illuminated by the golden shadow of the fist. In a daze, Gu Yusheng saw a beautiful shadow floating in the distance. There was anxiety in Mo Wanyun's eyes, as if he was annoyed that he was a step too late.
Gu Yusheng raised the corner of his mouth, his clothes were flowing, his long hair was flowing back, and he was holding a sword in both hands.
He smiled heartily and said:
"Bald donkey, take my sword too!"
A golden sword lotus swallows, and the eight dragons on the sword show their true shadows.
A stack of swords came out.
Golden lotus wheel.
The shadow of the fist bumped into the golden lotus.
It's like two Buddha images competing for height.
When Cangxin Yuan's face was dull, he saw Qinglian coming out of the shadow of the fist again.
Cangxin Ape stepped on the tiger's back, punched twice with great speed, used his strength to perform a harrier flip, and floated back to the spirit boat. However, as soon as he stood still, he was choked by a white jade sword.
Mo Wanyun's eyes were cold, his black hair was floating in the air, and he was wiping his neck with the sword.
At this time, a sound of piano sound came, which blocked most of the sword energy.
"Little junior sister, don't be impulsive."
A beautiful sound passed into Mo Wanyun's ears.
Mo Wanyun's figure floated, like a cloud falling on the road outside the mountain.
Cangxin Yuan's neck was bleeding profusely, and the fine sword marks made him break out in a cold sweat.
He stared at Mo Wanyun floating away.
But he just happened to see the seventh-level tiger he had tamed being swallowed by Gu Yusheng's Qinglian and turned into a ball of blood mist.
This guy has such a powerful sword energy!
This girl has such a strong killing intent.
The move just now turned out to be a method of risking death.
"stop!"
Several powerful figures floated over.
anyway.
There cannot be any conflict between the Holy Court and the Holy Land of Brahma.
"Mo Wanyun, you are so brave!"
Mo Xing shouted loudly.
Then he looked at Gu Yusheng, his face turned cold, he secretly raised his sleeves, and a surging spiritual power rolled towards the sword ladder outside the mountain, taking the opportunity to break the blood sea corpse mountain that Gu Yusheng had condensed with his sword intent.
A strong wind blows.
The blood mist dispersed.
A dark force struck Gu Yusheng.
Mo Wanyun's eyelashes fluttered slightly. She looked at Mo Xing with a look of disbelief. She tiptoed and appeared in front of Gu Yusheng.
"The rest of my life."
She looked back at Gu Yusheng and smiled.
It's like a farewell.
Gu Yusheng had long sensed a murderous intention that could threaten his life. Suddenly he saw Mo Wanyun standing in front of him. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and he decided to sacrifice his life. He turned his body into a sword, and there was a book box on his back.
Thousands of sacred scriptures gathered in one place.
"Miss Mo, if the sky is falling, it's my turn to hold it up for you!"
Gu Yusheng smiled solemnly.
The dragon-slaying sword in his hand screamed, and the sword light shot into the sky.
"Mo Xing!"
Chu Lige shouted, she wanted to rescue, but it was still too late.
Under Gu Yusheng's feet, a mass of black ink appeared strangely and was about to engulf him. Mo Wanyun's figure was placed in a book box by Gu Yusheng.
"The rest of my life."
Mo Wanyun bit his teeth and waved the white jade sword in his hand, making the same whining sound.
Same direction and one heart.
The sword was broken on the same day!
I would like to go to hell together.
At this moment.
Inside the book box, two sword spirits, one pink and one white, flew out, and a picture of a sword carrying a sword emitted a strange light like a scroll. A suction force emerged, sucking Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun into the sword carrying picture.
On the sword ladder, only the bookcase was bright, resisting the black abyss and not being swallowed into another world.
Zheng!
At the same time.
A powerful sword energy descended from the clouds in the sky.
boom!
The sword fell and chopped Mo Yuan into pieces.
Huh!
A green figure emerged from the sword's cage.
The sword boy Jingzhe has appeared in front of Mo Xing, and it will take two hundred years for his sword to be unsheathed!
A snort.
The sword mercilessly penetrated Mo Xing's Confucian aura of defense.
Blood seeped onto the ground along the sword.
Jingzhe pointed his sword at the sky.
Boom!
Bursts of thunder.
The storm howled.
An autumn rain falls from the sky!
Jingzhe has passed spring.
Autumn is late!
Back Mountain Sword Boy.
He actually became a great monk in the Nine Realms of God Transformation in this way!
Tens of thousands of monks in the Holy Academy were shocked.
"Ahem..."
Mo Xing looked straight at the extremely unfamiliar sword boy in front of him, and wanted to speak, but he spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow' sound.
"mean."
Jingzhe stands indifferently holding a sword.
Take a look at the sword picture and the suspended book box on the sword ladder.
Jingzhe slowly retracted his eyes.
Clamp the tip of the sword between your index and middle fingers and exert a slight force. The sword will be broken into two pieces and the tip will fall to the ground.
Jingzhe held a broken sword in his hand. He first cupped his hands towards Mr. Chu Lige, the sixth master who appeared, and then bent his body at ninety degrees towards the back mountain.
"Mr. Five, Mr. Six, please punish Jingzhe and go to Tianyuan to guard the border for two hundred years."
Chu Lige sighed slightly.
Looks complicated.
Everything that just happened was so fast that she couldn't control the overall situation.
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"Can!"
Above the sky, Mr. Fifth's calm voice came.
This voice made everyone calm down.
"Thank you, Mr. Five."
Jingzhe held the broken sword again and saluted. His eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the sword-carrying picture outside the mountain. The sword-carrying picture glowed with layers of light, spitting out Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun.
Jingzhe cupped his fists and bowed to Gu Yusheng.
Silent.
Gu Yusheng accepted it calmly.
A sword light appeared on Jingzhe's body, and his figure was like a rainbow piercing the sun, floating far away, and the breath disappeared after a moment.
Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun, who were surviving the disaster, stood side by side and looked at each other.
Silence is better than sound.
Chu Lige said: "I tell you, you guys, you should have seen enough of this excitement."
"Mr. Six!"
The elders, deans, teachers, students and others of the Holy Academy saluted Chu Lige with respectful expressions.
Chu Lige waved his hand casually.
Everyone outside the mountain felt blown by a gust of breeze, including Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun, and they were all lifted up the mountain. Those who had been escaping before were also taken into the holy courtyard.
"Meet Mr. Six."
People from outside the mountain saluted Chu Lige.
Those who had escaped before quietly lowered their heads in shame, and secretly observed their surroundings for fear of being punished.
Chu Lige glanced at the people in charge of the Holy Court and said loudly, "Although the back mountains will not interfere with your affairs in the front mountains, you should not forget that if the reputation of the Holy Court is ruined, the Master's reputation will also become bad. Although he is an old man,
I don’t care, but we disciples do. Since you are doing things within the rules, you should understand that you must also abide by the rules."
Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing, looking at Mo Xing who could no longer maintain his realm and whose literary courage was shattered.
"Mr. Six."
Mo Xing raised his head, looking a little unwilling.
Chu Lige did not blame him, but said calmly: "Mo Xing, you are old enough, go home to recuperate, Mo Fanchen has returned from Tianyao City, leave the affairs of the ceremony to him.
"
"I……"
Mo Xing's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.
After years of planning, he finally replaced Mo Fanchen as the dean of the ceremony, but unexpectedly, the outcome did not change at all.
"Mo Fanchen is a bookworm. You are more suitable for this position than him, but you did unnecessary things."
Chu Lige glanced at the others. Those in charge of the Holy Court did not dare to look at her.
"Qin Se, since the holy courtyard is holding a cultural gathering and invites the Demon-Slaying List, and everyone is here to have fun, then we should make it more lively. Although Jingting Mountain is high, it is not a reason to prevent people from going up the mountain. Who is hosting the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival?
There’s not a full moon yet.”
"I understand, Mr. Six."
Xiao Qinse responded.
"Then let's do it."
Chu Lige glanced at Du Qing, Zuo Qianban and other people from the Haoqi Alliance and the Demon-Slaying Alliance with his peripheral vision, "You are guests, so don't think about being guests of the Holy Court."
"Don't dare."
Zuo Qianban and Du Qing hurriedly reconciled and looked away from Gu Yusheng.
Chu Lige's figure floated away from everyone's sight.
It was as if everyone had received a general amnesty.
Under the big tree next to the mountain gate of the holy courtyard.
Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun stood opposite each other under the tree. Their eyes met, they stared at each other for a long time, and they said at the same time:
"Why are you so stupid in Yu Sheng?"
"Wanyun, why are you so stupid?"
Poof.
Mo Wanyun couldn't help but smile.
Gu Yusheng also followed Silly Le, and the next second, Jingtingshan pressed his chest, and Mo Wanyun was already in his arms, hugging his body tightly with both hands.
Gu Yusheng's hands had nowhere to rest, and he could only feel his heart beating violently.
Just as he was hesitating whether to put his hands around Mo Wanyun's slim waist, he heard a slight cough. Chu Lige walked slowly over with a Jiaoweiqin that was as red as a phoenix tail, with a smile in his eyes.
Looking at Mo Wanyun, he was also sizing up Gu Yusheng.
"It seems I came at the wrong time."
"ah!"
Mo Wanyun's delicate body trembled.
He hurriedly broke away from Gu Yusheng's arms, put his hands close to his body, raised his head and glanced at Chu Lige who was walking towards him, then secretly glanced at Gu Yusheng with his beautiful eyes, and found that Gu Yusheng was also looking back with a pair of bright eyes.
Her face suddenly turned red to the back of her neck. At a loss for words, she raised her feet and secretly stepped on Gu Yusheng's insteps.
"Sixth Senior Sister."
Mo Wanyun bent down and saluted with his hands, and secretly poked Gu Yusheng's thigh with his finger.
Only then did Gu Yusheng regain his composure. He straightened his robes, bowed generously, and said, "Gu Yusheng pays homage to Mr. Six. Thank you Mr. Six for rescuing me."
"Well, you do understand."
Chu Lige carefully looked at Gu Yusheng in front of him. He saw Gu Yusheng's sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His facial features were as sharp as a sword. He was slender and handsome. His free and easy aura was like a breeze blowing over a mountain stream. His body was like an unsheathed sword. He was so heroic.
But he did not look down on others with his sword. He stood next to the girl, showing a bit of innocence and ignorance of the first love between a man and a woman.
The boy here.
Fang is the best in the world!
The shy girl beside her secretly expressed her hope.
It's really a perfect match.
Chu Lige was delighted at the sight, but regretted that the boy had not raised his head to look at him, so that he could tell the spring, summer, autumn and winter from his starry eyes.