Mo Pinglan noticed Gu Yusheng's appearance. He was overjoyed at first and then sent a message.
"Brother Gu, we have made a fortune. We have to fight our lives to keep this skin of Wong Tai Sin. I feel it. There is a ray of Taoist immortal spirit hidden in it. It has been separated from the demon body. Once you understand the secrets, you have the opportunity to directly enter the Eighth Route Army."
Realm, and even unlock the secret of eternal life for ancient practitioners."
However, just as Mo Pinglan was whispering, a sword suddenly appeared and suddenly slashed directly at Mo Pinglan. The sword was so powerful that the sky was filled with yellow sand.
"careful!"
Gu Yusheng's pupils shrank violently. Given his distance, he wanted to help, but it was too late.
In desperation, he used his spiritual thoughts as a sword and condensed an invisible sword in front of Mo Pinglan.
Mo Pinglan was usually timid and fearful, but he was extremely calm in a life-and-death situation. Although he had no time to set up defenses, he immediately understood Gu Yusheng's thoughts. He used his consciousness to control Gu Yusheng's sword of spiritual thought and slashed forward, shaking his body at the same time.
, go back.
Zheng!
The sword of divine thought blocked most of the power of the sneak attack, and the remaining sword actually wrapped around Mo Pinglan like mist.
Bah!
A slit was cut in Mo Pinglan's clothes, and there was a piece of secret treasure armor attached to the flesh, which blocked the sword for him. Even so, there was still a fine wound on Mo Pinglan's body, and blood was flowing out.
hiss!
Don't lean on the fence and be shocked.
Gu Yusheng's eyelids also twitched.
What a terrifying sword energy.
This man's swordsmanship is far superior to Fang Yuan's.
Who is it?
Gu Yusheng looked at the person who was attacking with his sword. This person was taller and majestic than Fang Yuan. He was wearing a white crane flying cloud suit. His eyes were as heavy as water, his nose was eagle and his lips were thin. The whole person looked extremely gloomy.
Fang set off.
The personal disciple of Penglai Sword Immortal.
The top ten great sword cultivators in the Ling Pavilion rankings.
To do such a despicable thing.
"Lean on the railing? I'll kill you!"
Qu Lianghong was furious when she saw that Mo Lean was injured. She was a woman with a fiery nature. She drew her sword out of its sheath and flew up in the air. The sword glowed suddenly and she swept through the entire army with one move. She regarded all the Penglai practitioners as enemies.
.
"Liang Hong, don't!"
Mo Pinglan was uneasy and suddenly saw Qu Lianghong taking revenge. He was frightened for a moment. He was not afraid of the Penglai practitioners who had an advantage in numbers, but he was afraid that something might happen to Qu Lianghong.
Fang Qicheng is so strong.
Far more than he expected.
"snort!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Fang Qicheng's mouth, murderous intent emerged in his eyes, his figure swayed, his body ghostly moved forward, the sword in his hand crossed the air and touched Qu Lianghong's sword.
Buzz!
A crisp cry.
Qu Lianghong's big sword was shattered inch by inch, and the sword light condensed into one point, directly between her eyebrows.
Qu Lianghong's eyes were like beans, and he was waiting for death in horror.
Click!
The sharp sword suddenly stopped, the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from her eyebrows, and the sword wind blew her hair back.
That sharp sword is clamped by two fingers, making it difficult to make any progress.
Gu Yusheng's figure appeared next to Qu Lianghong, and Mo Pinglan also appeared, protecting her behind him.
"Great Sword Cultivator, nothing more than that."
"Um?"
Fang Qicheng's pupils shrank, as if he had just noticed Gu Yusheng's presence.
Gu Yusheng's expression was cold, and his index and middle fingers seemed to exert slight force. With a click, the sword in Fang Qicheng's hand suddenly broke. Gu Yusheng threw the sword tip twisted forward with his fingers, seemingly casually, and landed on Fang Qicheng's hand.
In the eyes of Qi Cheng and many other Penglai practitioners, it was like a sword directed at them.
Fang Qicheng looked horrified. He stepped back on the sand, kicked and kicked back, and then used the broken sword stance to intercept the broken sword tip. The people behind him seemed to be swept by the sword energy.
His face was bloodless, and the hand holding the sword was shaking violently.
"puff!"
Everyone vomited blood.
Fang Qicheng's face was ashen. He first looked at the broken sword in his hand, then looked at Gu Yusheng, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the newly promoted Mr. Fifteenth of the Holy Academy? Gu Yusheng?"
"It's him!"
Fang Yuan on the side had a look of hatred on his face, his eyes were evasive, and his expression was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he hoped that his eldest brother Fang Qicheng could avenge the incident in Lucheng that day. On the other hand, he saw that Fang Qicheng's sword was actually pointed at by Gu Yusheng.
After breaking it, I found a suitable step for myself in my heart.
Even the Great Sword Cultivator was no match for Gu Yusheng.
It's natural that he can't defeat him.
Now, he could raise his head again among his peers in Penglai.
"Disciples of Penglai Holy Land, do you always behave like this?"
Gu Yusheng's lips showed a touch of ridicule. Once they enter an isolated place where morality and justice cannot be restrained, the true nature of these people will be exposed.
Fang Qicheng casually threw the broken sword aside, looking at the skin of Wong Tai Sin in Mo Pinglan's hand, with deep reluctance in his eyes. He gestured secretly, and dozens of practitioners from Penglai formed a sword formation, and
Gu Yusheng
, Mo Pianlan and others gathered around the formation. He sneered and said: "Since you are from the back mountain of the Holy Courtyard, you should know that this thing is extraordinary. I arrived at the same time, but he got it first. Can't we tell the difference?"
A piece of soup?”
"If you negotiate with courtesy, you may be able to bargain, but you just tried to rob, so you don't have the shame to say such things again." Gu Yusheng condensed the yellow sand into a sword as he spoke, "Since you are confident that you can get everything by robbing, then
You should be able to bear any consequences."
"Eat my sword."
The yellow sand condensed by Gu Yusheng rushed into the sky, instantly forming a yin and yang array in the sky, and countless swords rained down.
"Form up!"
Fang Qicheng did it when Gu Yusheng said he would do it, which was completely beyond his expectation. Using yellow sand as a sword is not surprising, but this yellow sand cuts yin and yang, the sword array swallows the sword, every grain of sand is a sword energy, such a terrifying sword
The formation was completely beyond his cognitive scope.
Swish!
The yellow sand spreads like gold.
The Penglai sword cultivator formed a formation and resisted for a moment before being beaten by yellow sand. The sword energy entered his body and he screamed repeatedly.
"Brother, save me!"
A sword cultivator cried out.
Fang Qicheng used his spiritual energy to gather the formation. Although he could protect himself, he looked up and saw the yellow sand falling from the sky like a funnel. He knew that he was definitely not Gu Yusheng's enemy. He was filled with deep reluctance and roared.
"retreat!"
The words fell.
Fang Qicheng moved to step on the clouds, and when he flew into the sky, he gathered dozens of sword energy and attacked Mo Pinglan, Su Shouzhuo, and Qu Lianghong.
His heart is evil.
It's obvious.
Gu Yusheng saw Fang Qicheng's cunning, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.
After a big dream in the ruins, it was like waking up from a dream. At this time, Gu Yusheng's body felt an indescribable feeling of vicissitudes of life, and he urgently needed to be released. With a move of his fingers, the sword formation in the sky suddenly changed, and the Futian Sword Technique filled the hall.
Galaxy.
Yellow sand turns into a shower of stars.
Flying towards the direction like a shooting star.
When Fang Qicheng saw this, his expression changed drastically, and he roared: "You really think I'm afraid of you!"
Fang Qicheng waved his hand, and a sealed cloud sword flew out from his sleeve. The cloud sword's spiritual light surged, the mist piled up, and its momentum was extraordinary, as if a bright moon was rising from the sea.ωωw..net
"Jiang Xingchuyue!"
Fang Qicheng flipped the Cloud Sword, and the huge lake was filled with water mist, and the clouds and smoke gave rise to clouds, which turned into extremely powerful sword moves under the pull of Fang Qicheng's Qi.
The sword technique he used was exactly the Jiangyue Sword Song taught by Penglai Sword Immortal!
Concentrating the scenery with sword intention has many similarities with Futian Sword Technique.
The meteors all over the sky and the misty river and the moon set off the world of yellow sand, adding to the vicissitudes of the years. The feeling of mist and mist made Gu Yusheng unable to help but fall into it for a moment. He dreamed of Huang Tingxian, the feeling that had gone through the long river of time when he first woke up.
The feeling of loneliness lingers for a long time.
The murderous intention in my heart was reduced by time.
The two swords intersect.
Fang Qicheng vomited blood and survived. He stared at the Yunjian in his hand with wide eyes, not believing that he would lose so miserably.
The pervasive sword energy has not completely dissipated.
The world is lonely.
Both sides fell into an eerie silence.
It seemed that the scenery of heaven and earth in this oasis became unreal like a mirage.
Mo leaned on the railing and looked at the wonderful scenery around him with his eyes. He looked at Gu Yusheng inadvertently, with a thoughtful look on his face.
At this moment.
The earth suddenly shook violently, and among the mist and the stars and the moon, figures seemed to wake up from the yellow sand buried in them. A cold, majestic, murderous, and desolate atmosphere quickly enveloped everyone.