"You are worthy of being the number one expert in the wilderness who founded the Ghost Religion. His skills are truly unique." Yan Chunlang did not pursue him, but glanced at the breeze approaching down the mountain and said casually, "Master Yin, what are you doing here?
In your five breaths, you can fully demonstrate your talents."
Yin Jiuyou's eyes were full of green fire, and he suddenly rushed out, turning his palms into swords. "Bah!" The air was torn to both sides like cloth, and the gloomy sword energy split straight into the waves, and there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling,
Sobbing wind.
"First breath!" Yan Qinglang remained unmoved. He also formed a sword with his palms and made an empty stroke downwards. "Bang!" Yin Jiuyou's sword energy seemed to have hit a towering cliff, breaking and scattering, unable to form.<
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Yin Jiuyou groaned, made a mistake in his steps, and circled behind Yan Jinglang at an astonishing speed. The sword in his palm brought out a series of shadows, and cut towards Yan Jinglang in a dizzying manner.
"Second breath!" Yan Chinglang didn't even look back. He faced the sword backwards, and the shadows of the swords were also imaginary. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The shadows of the swords collided, and the air flow burst out. Yan Jinglang's sword shadows
The speed was faster, the number was greater, and the power was stronger. Yin Jiuyou's knife shadows were wiped out one after another. He screamed, and instead of retreating, he advanced. His body instantly turned into smoke, and passed through the dense knife shadows like a swimming fish, and moved towards Yan Chonglang.
Back.
"Third breath!" Yan Jinglang stood on the ground with both feet, his upper body swaying suddenly, erratic like smoke, blurred like fog. Yin Jiuyou was only half a foot away from his waistcoat, but he still couldn't lock his position.
Yin Jiuyou screamed strangely and came out of the smoke. His shoulder and neck suddenly cracked open, and a vicious white tiger head emerged. The tiger's mouth opened and spit out a white-gold sword light, which went straight towards Yan Chinglang's legs. p>
The sword light was ferocious and sinister, with terrifying hair, and countless strange ghostly faces emerged. Every ghost face spit out the sinister light of the sword, and densely packed ghostly faces emerged from the sword light...
At the same time, the breeze flew over, and the talisman sword rolled up bright thunder and lightning, piercing the gate of Yan Chonglang, just in time to form a front and back attack with Yin Jiuyou.
"Fourth Breath! Okay, this White Tiger Seven Evil Sword is worth a look!" Yan Chinglang suddenly squatted down, with his shoulders slightly sideways, just in time to align Yao Ni's huge lion head with the light of the sword. The talisman sword came from above Yan Chinglang's head.
It shoots through, folds without stopping, and stabs straight down, twisting and falling as fast as lightning.
This sword changes naturally and is completed in one go, fully demonstrating Qingfeng Lianxu Hedao's great master's skills.
Yan Qinglang flicked his finger and hit the tip of the sword. There was a long muffled sound, and the Talisman sword trembled slightly and swung outward. Qingfeng was shocked and took a step back, losing his footing. He took another step back, and the breath in his body was chaotic and agitated.
, forced to take another step back.
The Qingfeng Talisman Sword was raised, and when he tried to thrust out again, his wrist couldn't help but feel numb and sore. Yan Jinglang seemed to have only flicked his fingers, but in fact, he flicked thirty-six times in a row. Each blow was superimposed with turbid energy, forcefully forcing him back.
"The fifth breath!"
Yao Ni's furious lion's mouth bit the knife into pieces, and when it was stimulated, it swung its tail and smashed the white tiger's head on Yin Jiuyou's shoulder and neck. Yin Jiuyou staggered backwards as if struck by thunder, vomiting blood, and passed away halfway.
The shape whirled, turning into smoke and flying away.
"Master Yin's skills are exhausted." Yan Qinglang turned around and caught up with Qing Yan like a shadow. His palm seemed to be fast and slow, and he cut through the air. "Puff, puff, puff!" Qing Yan broke into dozens of pieces.
It fell to the ground and turned into Yin Jiuyou's torn corpse. Suddenly, a tiger-shaped black mist emerged from the wreckage. Just as it was about to escape, it was shot down by Yan Chinglang's big hand and disappeared into ashes.
Putting his palms on the ground, Yan Qinglang jumped up and rushed into the distance. His eyes paused for a moment near Zhikarizhen. There were two people here before, who had been locked by his energy, but now they are all missing inexplicably.
, no more feeling.
"Interesting!" Yan Jinglang was not annoyed but overjoyed. Variables appeared, which meant that the escaped "one" was no longer traceable. Suddenly, he moved sideways in mid-air, and blue-purple lightning struck instantly, landing on it.
From its original position, it shot straight out, causing the rocks to explode and more than a dozen deep cracks extending along the mountain.
Qingfeng's sword strike failed again, and the knuckles holding the sword became pale.
The thunder and lightning roared like a roar, the rain boiled like a waterfall, and the vegetation on both sides retreated rapidly. The breeze jumped over the cliff, rushed through the forest, and then turned back... All the way, it chased Yan Chonglang's back, which was within sight but out of reach.
The rugged mountain road goes round and round, seemingly endless.
Just like when he was eight years old, his mother held his little hand and walked step by step towards the Thunder Cliff of Taishang Shenxiao Sect. The steep and long mountain steps also had no end in sight, and the sweat was like heavy rain soaking his whole body.
Every time a Taoist priest came down, his mother quickly grabbed him, moved to the edge, lowered his head, and showed a humble smile. He secretly looked back and saw that the Taoist priest's back was far away...
"Bang!" Yan Chenglang jumped high over a pile of rocks, suddenly stopped, and kicked his right leg backwards without warning, hitting the rock right in the middle.
Flesh and blood spurted out mixed with mud, the rock turned into a nine-foot figure, the chest was pierced, and the heart was broken into pieces. The golden Feilai Peak rolled to the feet of Yan Chinglang with a "Gulu" sound.
"This thing can be exchanged for some wine money." Yan Qinglang hooked his toes and flew to Fengchao to carry it into his arms.
Thirty feet away, the breeze erupted into a thunderous howl, and rushed towards him. The whole body was filled with pure energy, and for a moment, lightning rained down, covering every corner that Yan Chonglang could avoid. Yan Qinglang suddenly shrank his arms and legs and curled up. Yao Ni was like a huge and thick shield, firmly protecting him. Lightning flashes hit Yao Ni one after another, splattering blood and causing wisps of white smoke. Yao Ni was in pain.
It roared and twitched violently, and its tail slammed against the rock, creating a deep pit. Dozens of cracks radiated out, rocks rolled, and mud rushed.
Yan Qinglang spread out his limbs, jumped up, and shook off the breeze again. After a dozen ups and downs, he had already rushed to the mountainside. Under the remote sensing of Qi, no one in the Taoist sect could escape the lock of his mental power.
The rock wall on the mountainside was as sharp as a chip, with a dark slit opening in the middle. Zhang Wujiu stood there, desperately watching Yan Chinglang approaching with the harpoon, his hands and feet as stiff as wood, and he completely lost the courage to resist.
"Bang!" A figure fell straight down from the dangerous mountain top, like a sharp lightning, lonely and dazzling.
The water column rushed up, the mud and rocks splashed, and the figure fell in front of the mountain crevice, staggered, straightened up with a slight tremor, and pointed the mahogany talisman sword at Yan Chonglang.
Yan Jinglang glanced at Qingfeng in surprise and stopped. Yao Ni let out an earth-shattering roar, shaking the rock wall and causing gravel to fall.
Standing in the heavy rain, the breeze is splashed with mud, water and lime, and the neat bun is scattered by the strong wind.
The rain all over the sky splashed on his cheeks, which was cold and merciless, and there was a burning sting. On the night when his mother died of illness, he stood like this in the heavy rain, lonely and helpless.
Yan Chinglang stared at the breeze, was silent for a long time, and sighed: "My fellow Taoist has a firm Taoist heart, which is really the only thing the Sa family has seen in his life. You can go, the Sa family won't embarrass you."
Qingfeng remained silent and just clenched the talisman sword tightly. The smooth dark red peach wood handle has been used for a hundred years, and the rough tree scars of the past still vaguely remain.
This was just an ordinary piece of peach wood. He watched his mother slowly whittling it under the oil lamp. The sword embryo came out, and the narrow hilt also came out...
The Fu Sword remained motionless, pointing at Yan Chonglang. The sword's body continued to light up wisps of light, until the entire sword turned into a dazzling and trembling electric light.
"In the end," Qingfeng's voice was deep and powerful, "I walked up to Thunder Bluff step by step."
He raised his head and looked at Yan Jinglang, who was like a god descending to earth. His Taoist robes were fluttering, and his body and sword merged into one, turning into a bolt of lightning that went straight forward without any return.
Mother, let’s not bow our heads.
The sword light pierced the sky, and the dark world became bright.