Chapter 716 Sword Spirit Dharmakaya, the ruthlessly chopped stone head!
The unrestrained murderous intent fills the long night.
Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun looked at each other, and there was no panic in their eyes.
"They came just in time and would tell us a clear answer."
As Gu Yusheng spoke, he pushed open the thick door that had been in the thousand-year-olds. Mo Wanyun followed Gu Yusheng silently, and her hand pressed the Baidi Sword on her waist.
On the other side of the roaring river, Guo Jie, the envoy of Xingtian who emitted the aura of fairy in the middle, hugged his arms with his hands, and two servants stood on the left and right. A short sword that was swaying in the wind at his waist exuded a cold feeling, and Guo Jie's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.
Body.
"Five hundred years ago, the Master once discussed the Tao with Heaven and won the benefits of a single word. For the sake of the Master, we have always been very tolerant. For hundreds of years, we have left a glimmer of hope for all living beings in this world.
But there are always people who dare to offend the power of the sword and even more dare to disobey the envoy of Xingtian. This revenge must be revenged. For the sake of Master, I will give one of you decent and one of you to accept Xingtianshen's punishment with me.
Maybe it will avoid death. As for the other person, we need to take his soul away."
Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun looked at each other, "It seems that I guess it is right, there is no need to leave a living."
"I have that intention, too."
Mo Wanyun nodded, and closed her hands. In an instant, with her feet as the center, a cold cold spread rapidly. The heavy rain in the sky turned into ice rain. The roaring river made a squeaking sound, and the sky had not dissipated.
The nine dragons' water-absorbing pillars turned into thousands of feet of black ice.
The long river is frozen for a hundred miles, and even the black clouds deep in the sky are frozen together.
Ice field!
Like the Hanshan Immortal Lord, the world was frozen in every move, completely sealing this world.
Between the enemy and us, we will stop until death!
"Domain? No, it's the spiritual realm. It turns out to be the Tianhu clan, it's really amazing."
Guo Jie's eyes showed an inexplicable emotion, and he pressed the hilt of his waist with his hand, "Tianwei, Dishen, this woman is caught alive."
"yes."
The two servants on the left and right took a step forward at the same time. Tianwei sacrificed a red banana fan, and a fairy spirit injected into it. With a sudden blow, a flame swept across the banana fan like a fire dragon. Di Shen Lengran
With a smile, a lift of the cuff, a Xunfeng golden talisman was activated.
The wind and fire stimulate, and the temperature of the world suddenly increases in an instant.
Mo Wanyun flipped his palm, and the Baidi sword rotated with his fingers before it was unsheathed. The frost and cold aura spread into the palace, wrapping the two of them into the world of the Nine Pavilions of the Ice Sculptures.
Gu Yusheng glanced at Mo Wanyun's dissipation figure.
I took a casual shot and the bamboo pole I had just fished fell on my hand.
The bamboo pole was like a sword, stabbing forward suddenly. Guo Jie didn't move, and a strange barrier of fairy spirit was formed in front of him. His expression was cold and mocking, "The sword-carrying man has arrived in your generation, and he even lost his sword.
Is it? What a poor guy."
The place where the bamboo pole and the spirit mask intertwined, waves of ripples appeared strangely. Gu Yusheng's bamboo pole moved forward one foot and pierced into Guo Jie's shoulder, and blood flowed along the bamboo pole.
Guo Jie's expression was frozen.
Gu Yusheng pulled back the bamboo pole, swung it gently, and blood oozed along the bamboo pole to the frozen ground.
Gu Yusheng said coldly: "I should have killed more than three people like you. From the moment your feet stepped on the ground, the pride of the banished immortal is like the dirt under my feet.
, Not worth mentioning, I will give you a chance to draw your sword, you'd better know how to cherish it."
"Arrogant!"
Guo Jie shouted loudly, although he was angry, he still instinctively guided the sword. The sword on his waist choked out of the sheath. The sharp sword energy condensed into a line, and one sword cut the long river into two sections. Behind his body,
A sword-holding magic body suddenly condensed with the aura of immortality.
"Let you, the frog in the well, see what is the real kendo."
The fairy spirit's magic body opened its eyes, and the huge and majestic body produced six hands. All three hands held a sword, and the hands drew the sword at the same time. With Guo Jie as the center, three sword energy plowed the yellow sand earth.
The sword energy that converges silk threads, tear the front and back of the body and spread. At the end of the six marks, the cylindrical sword light shines like a return to the circle, and soars into the sky from the earth.
boom!
The yellow sand peak that has not been eroded by time was cut and the silver sword light drowned Gu Yusheng's figure like a grain of yellow sand without a trace.
Three of the nine dragon pillars were cut off.
The thick ice clouds were shattered and turned into fine snow and fell.
Guo Jie's body was equipped with the power of the Dharma body, his long hair was shaken by the sword energy, floating on his cheeks, and his shoulders stabbed by Gu Yusheng, had already been broken as before.
His eyes emitted a silver sword light, and a momentum that looked down on the world swung in all directions.
He searched for Gu Yusheng's possible aura with his powerful spiritual sense, but the sword light disappeared without seeing Gu Yusheng, so he proudly said: "You can't bear the sword of this seat."
Guo Jie turned to the barrier formed by the Frost Han Palace. The three swords in the Dharma body were raised with both hands and were about to slash towards the barrier.
Gulu!
It was at this moment.
The sound of drinking is particularly clear in the cold wind.
Guo Jie's Dharma body stopped moving. His eyes looked out and saw that Gu Yusheng held the gourd in his hand and drank to the sky without any damage.
"Um?"
Guo Jie's eyes jumped, and he took a sudden step, several miles away, and several steps arrived. The three swords of the Dharma body were hung high and slashed towards Gu Yusheng's head at the same time.
Gu Yusheng held the gourd in his hand and gently tapped his left hand. A green sword roared out from the gourd.
Two terrifying sword energy collided together.
The desolate and frozen earth was blown away by the sword energy, and the stone statues buried by the wild sand of time revealed their buried bodies, and the bodies of the demon beasts standing hundreds of feet high were majestic.
Gu Yusheng fell on the horn of a tall beast, and the strong wind swayed his cuffs and rustled.
The blue sword energy released by him turned into green sword lotus and returned to the spirit gourd. The three-bedroom sword that Guo Jie cut out was also incorporated into the spirit gourd in a nearly devoured way by Gu Yusheng.
Hissing.
Gu Yusheng pinched the cuff of the spirit gourd and was cut through the fine hole by the sword energy.
Guo Jie narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Yusheng coldly.
"Sword-raising gourd?"
"The Daozong Swordsman's ability is indeed extraordinary. You can bear two swords without dying. I admit that you are very strong, but how many times can your gourd hold my sword?"
The snowflakes in the sky fell on Gu Yusheng's long hair. He stood on a desolate high place, like the loneliest person in the world.
"My ancestors sleep on the earth, I always have respect in my heart and cannot bear to disturb me. I have no ability to build a field and cannot dominate this battlefield. Do you dare to fight in the clouds?"
After hearing this, Guo Jie was slightly stunned, and then Yang Tian laughed wildly. He held the sword with his body and raised the sword in his hand with his Dharma body.
Forest!
The sword energy swept through the yellow sand like cold moonlight. A stone statue of a figure dozens of feet tall was cut off by Guo Jie's sword.
The head of the stone statue fell to the earth, silently telling the ruthlessness of time.
Guo Jie smiled jokingly, raised his Dharma body, and stepped on his fleshless head with one foot.
"The responsibility of the sword-carrying man is to protect these cold stone statues?"