Yan Chulang's majestic body is like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, standing motionless until the last words of "Linjiang Immortal" drift far away.
This is his rule that has dominated the world for hundreds of years: After singing this song, he will take action. Let the opponent use all his abilities during this song to fight for the last glimmer of hope.
This is not how kind Yan Chinglang is, but the reflection of his own Taoist heart. The Qingfeng Fu Sword is held up, and his heart is as clear as a mirror. Through the heavy rain curtain, Yao Ni's bright and ferocious red eyes and Yan Chinglang's leisurely and carefree eyes are staring at him.
Flashing alternately in front of me.
Since ancient times, there have been fifty great avenues and forty-nine heavenly evolutions, and people have escaped one of them. The escaped "one" has always been a mystery that countless monks have been pondering and searching for, and it is also a key step in breaking the void and ascending to immortality.
As the saying goes, there is no end to the road, and the "one" that escapes is vitality, a new way of living, and the endless changes in the heaven, earth and universe. The Taoist people fled for their lives, and they fell into the eyes of great masters such as Yan Chulang.
They are just trying to survive, but they have turned into a variety of life trajectories to chase the escaped "one". Their various struggles, resistance, hiding and escape... are all in contact with the escaped "one" in different ways. p>
The more the opponent struggles to survive, the more Yan Qinglang can understand the mystery of the "one" that escapes.
"I wonder how long this talisman sword of yours can stop the Sa family?" Yan Chinglang looked at Qingfeng, his eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he stepped out with his left foot.
The momentum extending in all directions suddenly gathered with this step, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all over the sky also followed, just like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, soaring to the extreme in an instant!
The air makes a "beep-beep" sound when it is compressed to the extreme.
The breeze is the first to bear the brunt, causing difficulty in breathing through the mouth and nose, the skin is numb and numb, and the blood speeds up uncontrollably, straight to the swollen forehead.
He silently executed the Taoist formula, pointed his toes on the ground, and quickly slid more than ten feet to the right and back, avoiding the frontal crushing of the opponent's momentum. At the same time, the talisman sword trembled rapidly, and wisps of fine electric light rippled out, intertwining into a network, layer upon layer, covering the opponent.
A line of defense that is difficult to take advantage of.
Yan Zhonglang's left foot that stepped out suddenly retracted, as if it had never stepped forward. Using his right leg as the axis, his left foot drew a semicircle. He turned around and changed direction, passing far away from the other side of the breeze, and pounced into the distance, meeting the breeze.
They are staggered and separated by dozens of feet.
Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously held the sword to pursue. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Yan Jinglang, his shoulders slightly shrugged, the five fingers of his left hand closing silently, the pores slightly dilated, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand dilated due to the turbulent turbid air, giving off a touch of blue-purple.
This is a left fist that is gathering momentum but has not yet been released!
This is a punch that deliberately lures the enemy and turns around to strike!
Qingfeng stood still with both feet, and a thunderbolt sounded from his throat. The talisman sword suddenly turned into thousands of dazzling bolts of lightning and shot out, brazenly interrupting Yan Chonglang's fist.
"Boom-boom-boom" the lightning flashed like rain, tearing apart the night, the forest trees turned into clusters of burning flames, and the rainwater evaporated into smoke. The dense lightning flashes returned to the hands of the breeze in the next moment, like a flock of crows returning to their nests.
, reunited into a dark red peach wood talisman sword.
This is the advantage of the Talisman Sword. It has many changes and has wonderful magical powers. Although the sword energy is not pure, it can be differentiated by the heart.
Holding the sword in his hand, Qingfeng was stunned for another moment.
At the moment when the Fu Sword exploded, Yan Qinglang's left fist suddenly released, and his five fingers spread out into palms. The turbulent turbid air suddenly turned into a clever force, hitting the trunk of a cypress tree that it had swept over, and took advantage of the momentum to cross dozens of feet.
, the talisman sword and electric light all flew away.
The distance between the two sides has once again widened.
Yan Qilang ran away?
Qingfeng immediately understood that the step Yan Qinglang took and the punch he closed were all using his wonderful mental power to guide his own Qi, creating the illusion that he was about to attack, leading to his misjudgment.
Every step and every punch was a feint. Yan Qinglang wanted to get rid of himself and chase others first!
After thinking about this, Qingfeng took another moment. After three moments, he started to catch up, and there was only a blurry giant shadow left in the distance.
Straight up the mountain, the soldiers flew like arrows, panicked like startled birds, and pounced into the deep grass and dense forests.
The vegetation on both sides swayed, mud and water splashed under his feet, and the outstretched thorns pulled at the hem of his robe, tearing it open and revealing the exquisite snow-white silk wadding inside.
Bing Fengzi heard his heart beat like a drum, desperate and heavy. No one knew how afraid he was of death.
That's why he chose archery, which is good at long-range attacks. Even if he misses a hit, he can escape far away. When he recognized Yan Jinglang, he was the first to turn around and run away, never dragging his feet.
Turning a corner quickly, Bing Fengzi burrowed into the knee-high bushes and sneaked in at a waist. The monk's robe was wet and stuck to his skin, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat.
There was a sudden silence all around, and Bing Fengzi's heart jumped violently. Suddenly, the ground shook, and the earth-shattering roar of the Yao Ni came from behind.
The violent fishy wind swept in from dozens of feet away. Bing Fengzi was so frightened that he jumped up hastily. Without having time to look back, he drew his bow in mid-air and shot it behind his back.
A sharp roar streaked across the night sky, and raindrops adhered to it one after another, turning into thousands of ice-blue transparent arrows.
"Swish, swish, swish -" The arrows shot through the air, but none of them hit. Bing Fengzi's heart suddenly sank, and the top was covered by a huge shadow. Yan struck the waves and pounced down in the air, his palms fell, and Bing Fengzi's body was divided into two pieces.
Second, it fell to the left and right, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and then hundreds of blood sprayed out.
Bingfengzi is finished!
The fat old man raised his head in fear, and saw dots of ice-blue arrow light in the distance, shattered in the dim wind and rain. He grabbed the sack, pressed his back closer to the mountain wall, and moved slowly against the suffocating wind.
Dense vines hang down from above, swaying back and forth. This is a dangerous and narrow path on the mountainside, backed by a cliff and facing a deep ravine. It is obscured by rocks and vines, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Not long after, the fat old man's footsteps stopped, and he saw the bright jade light of Lingxi Shear flashing in the night sky. Then a fist, like the beginning of the world, continued to expand in the field of vision, smashing Lingxi Shear into pieces, and Yaoxia's miserable screams continued.
Gone in a flash.
The fat old man couldn't help but shiver. After thinking for a moment, he grabbed the rattan in front of him and climbed down the cliff. Although he was fat, he was as light as a swallow. His hands and feet were nimble and he fell silently.
To the bottom of the ravine.
Then he saw a pair of violent red eyes as big as lanterns glaring at him in the darkness. Yan Chinglang quietly stood upright, clasping Yao Ni's neck with his right hand, his knuckles trembling like waves, deftly muting the roar of the ferocious beast.
With a "plop", the fat old man knelt down on his knees, begging and crying: "Senior, please spare me. I am willing to be a servant and a slave, and I will swear allegiance to you to the death. This time, senior has touched the Taoist door, which will inevitably lead to crazy revenge. I can serve as senior's internal response."
, to find out the news for you..."
Yan Chinglang smiled faintly: "You are older than the Sa family, so you are the senior. However, if a senior like you can die, the world will be clean."
The fat old man's fat face twitched, and he said with a smile: "Those who are masters come first, and those who are masters come first. The junior only wants to be a dog for the senior. I will bite whoever you want me to bite..." Halfway through, he suddenly
Throw out the sack and cover it towards Yan to hit the waves. At the same time, he jumps up and performs Taoist formulas with both hands.
Confusing right and wrong!
The sky was upside down, deep ravines were rising, grass and rocks were leaping like a herd of beasts, and heavy rain rushed out from the ground. Yao Ni shook his head in confusion, the world turned upside down, his head was down, his feet were up, the surrounding scenery was upside down, chaos was everywhere, and even a python was wrapped around it.
The evil creature living there has become out of reach...
The fat old man took the opportunity to flip upside down in the air, grabbed the cane with his hand, and rushed up the cliff. His other hand kept changing the Taoist formula. When he reversed the right and wrong tactics, his every move would be completely confused in the eyes of his opponent, and he was obviously running upwards.
, but it will give rise to the vision of rushing forward.
"Huh——" A breath of extremely pure turbid air spurted out from Yan Qinglang's mouth, like a wild horse hitting a sack and breaking a big hole.
The sack suddenly leaked and fell softly. The fat old man was hit by the magic weapon and spurted blood from his mouth. He ignored it and kept climbing wildly. In a blink of an eye, he rushed to the mountainside. Before he could take a breath, Yan Jinglang's fist hit him in the face and smashed his head.
The beating was so high that it flew into the sky, blood and water splashed everywhere.
Yan Chinglang kept walking, stepping steadily on the vertical cliff, with his whole body flat, and stepped up to the top of the mountain in a few steps. With a faint glance, he stretched out his left hand and flicked the tip of a weed with his middle finger.<
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The weeds swayed slightly, and an invisible force spread along the grass in all directions. The grass and trees trembled one after another, and continued to extend, forming a mighty wave rolling over the mountains. "Pfft!" A grass seed was on the opposite hilltop.
It suddenly cracked open, and Lord Mu jumped out in panic. In mid-air, his whole body suddenly exploded, and the broken limbs and remains were scattered everywhere.
The fourth.
In the dark, Zhi Kaizhen's soul sensed the disappearance of the fourth sign of life.