Boom!" Thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and a gleaming electric light ripped through the night sky like saw teeth, slashing straight down, intersecting with the light of the sword!
This sword light seems to have given birth to the power of heaven and earth. Only the great master who refines the void and combines the Tao, whose Dharma blends into the heaven and earth, transforming the tangible into the intangible, can heaven and man interact with each other and activate the mysterious and unpredictable power of nature.
"Okay! It's just not good enough!" Yan Chinglang shouted, turned sideways, twisted his wrist, and moved the Yao Ni in front of him.
There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and the Yao Ni's huge and ferocious lion head slammed into the sword light.
Flesh and blood spattered, the sword light shattered, the rock wall trembled and cracked into criss-crossing gaps, and rocks and debris rolled down. Yao Ni roared in pain and shook the sky, with random hair flying everywhere, and the scorched smell of thunder wafted out. It
A hole was pierced through the left cheek by the sword light, and blood surged out like a fountain, dyeing half of the lion's head red.
Qingfeng was not having a good time, as if he had hit a giant steel mountain. His bones were in pain and cracking. Qing Qi was rushing around. A group of sword-shaped talismans deep in the Zi Mansion were shaking endlessly, and he was forced to withdraw from the state where the body and sword were united. Yan Chinglang's fingers that grabbed onto Yao Ni were released at this moment. Yao Ni suddenly stretched out his neck, his mane swelled, his eyes shot out a red light of hatred and bloodthirsty, and he bit Qingfeng viciously.
A series of dull clashing sounds were heard along with beast roars, and the Talisman Sword scurried like an electric snake, circling in the small space, colliding with the dense fangs dozens of times, splashing out sparks.
Qingfeng followed the sword, leaping quickly, trying his best to deflect the sword, and used his skill to resolve the overwhelming brute force of the giant beast. Even so, his arms were sore and numb from the vibration, and the turbulent sword talismans of Zifu never had time to calm down.<
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This is the reason why Yan Qinglang said that his sword was not good enough. After all, the talisman sword is condensed into the talisman seed with pure Qi, and the talisman sword embryo is formed in the upper Dantian by Zifu, and then the talisman sword embryo is used to connect the sword.
, to stimulate the attack. With more transformations, there will be less Weichunwei who is a true swordsman. Otherwise, when the sword strikes, Yan Qinglang will either resist or retreat, and there will be no time to use Yao Ni to counterattack.
Now it was Qingfeng who had to resist Yao Ni. Once he backed away and fell into a passive position, Yan Qinglang would definitely take advantage of the situation and move in. He would have no luck in the situation.
Yao Ni roared again and again, its neck shook frequently, and it bit wildly at the breeze that severely damaged it. The python's body coiled around Yan Binglang also unknowingly relaxed a little.
Qingfeng's fresh air was rapidly depleted, the beast's skin was rough and its flesh was rough, and its physical strength was almost limitless. However, Yan Jinglang's mental power locked him invisibly, like a volcano that was constantly gathering momentum and could erupt at any time. If this continues, he
Sooner or later it will be defeated.
Suddenly, the Qingfeng Talisman Sword trembled, and the tip of the sword was like a group of snakes dancing wildly, trembling out thousands of brilliant thunderous purple lights, densely covering Yao Ni. The sword's speed was even faster, and it moved away as soon as it touched, using the force to strike.
The giant beast was suddenly dizzy and overwhelmed, and the lion's head was shaking wildly.
Such a rapid attack consumes a lot of fresh energy and cannot be sustained for a long time, but the breeze has to be stopped. After a few hundred breaths, the sword's power changed again. The sword's optical fiber was as thin as silk, twisting and turning, like fine and dense embroidery.
After another hundred breaths, the sword power changed from the previous complicated one. It was like a snail crawling slowly, with an awkward posture. However, the sword light solidified in the air and never dissipated for a long time. Yao Ni made a slight advance, and his skin and flesh were broken immediately, and his mouth was bloody.
Not long after, the sword force suddenly became strong and strong, like a knife cutting an axe, as heavy as a stone...
The light of the sword protrudes one after another, like a dog in white clouds, changing rapidly. Yao Ni is extremely uncomfortable with it, and is gradually driven by the sword's power, and is tired of coping.
Zhang Wujiu huddled in the crack of the mountain, staring at Qingfeng's figure, with a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes. This humble Taoist boy could clearly overpower his opponent, but he almost lost his life. He was really vicious!
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched whistle in the breeze, sword lights suddenly gathered and dispersed, separated and merged, rumbles of thunder were heard everywhere, and lightning rolled like waves. The surroundings became brighter and brighter, as if they were submerged in the undulating ocean of thunder and lightning.
Yao Ni instinctively shrank his neck and shook his head to dodge.
At that moment, thousands of wisps of thunder and lightning suddenly merged into one line, passing through the gap that Yao Ni ducked, and went straight to the door facing Yan Chenglang.
"Bang!" Yan Qinglang's punch came first, hitting the sword wire, as if Qingfeng's fist was already waiting for him before he drew his sword.
A deep and heavy sound came out, a series of exploding air waves surged outward, and the rocks cracked.
This was a collision without any tricks between the two sides. Yan Chinglang's body was swaying slightly, his expression was as usual. The breeze was like gold paper, and the sword thread flashed away, and then appeared out of thin air the next moment, the light was strong, and he stabbed Yan Chinglang unwillingly.
Wave.
"Fellow Taoist is almost at the end of his crossbow, how much strength is left?" Yan Qinglang shook his head slightly, his right hand seemed to have eyes, grabbed the neck of the counterattacking Yao Ni, and restrained the beast again. At the same time, his left fist was shaped like a heavy hammer, hard and
Shake the Sword Silk.
"Bang, bang, bang -" The two sides exchanged hundreds of blows in a row. The sword light shattered and splashed away, and then gathered together in an instant. Each time it was more dazzling and more fierce. The breeze was like a tiger, and the talisman sword was straight and horizontal, hitting the waves towards Yan.
Launch a wave of violent attacks higher than the previous wave.
Thunder roared in the night sky, and furious lightning galloped, scurrying down like dark purple fire snakes, constantly merged into the sword light. The entire mountainside was shrouded in the dazzling sword light, and the whole body glowed, as if it was about to melt.
Yan Zhonglang seemed to be swallowed up by the light, but every time he swung his fist, he could always penetrate the sword light and open a gap. No matter how strong the breeze was and how fast the sword path was, that fist was always like a sword protruding from the sea.
The rocks break through the wind and waves, and remain unyielding.
The fierce battle between the two sides became more and more fierce. Within a radius of ten feet, the air flow roared like a tidal wave, and there was no drop of rain. "Crack, click, click—" Centered on the two of them, root-like ravines of different depths opened one after another on the ground.
The slope extends downward.
I don’t know how long it took, but a wisp of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Qingfeng’s mouth. Then, blood seeped out from the nose, then from the ear hole, and finally blood dripped from the corner of the eye.
Yan Chinglang let out a low cry, and his punches turned from hard to soft, spitting out strong energy. Qingfeng fought hard repeatedly, his internal organs were severely damaged, and he was almost exhausted. He only needed to use up the last remaining strength of Qingfeng.
Defeat it easily.
The turbid air entangled the sword light, jumped suddenly, and produced various forces with different priorities. The sword's momentum suddenly stagnated and became crooked. At the same time, the turbid air counterattacked upward along the sword light, straight and curved, flicking and bumping.
, as if dozens of hands were tearing Qingfeng back and forth, forcing him to spend his energy to resist.
However, the light of the sword became brighter, and a huge and frightening amount of pure energy continued to flow from heaven and earth, rushing into Qingfeng's body. The great master of Lianxu Hedao has reached the point where heaven and man are one, and can forcibly absorb the pure and turbid energy from heaven and earth.
, the price may range from damage to the meridians to the collapse of the Zifu and the loss of Taoism.
Yan Chinglang raised his thick eyebrows and increased his strength. The turbid air seeped into Qingfeng's body pervasively. The latter ignored it and allowed his internal organs to churn, only swallowing the clean air.
The sword's light was so bright that it seemed like it was going to explode.
The next moment, the sword light disappeared suddenly.
The surrounding fields became dark, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the wind and rain fell silent.
An unpretentious mahogany talisman sword emerged silently from the place where the sword light disappeared. It was neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, pointing at Yan Chonglang in the simplest straight line.
This sword seems to be reborn from the sea of thunder and lightning. It hears thunder in silent places and sees lightning in dark places!
This sword is impressively transformed from complexity to simplicity, returning to simplicity!
This sword has revealed the secret of swordsmanship!
The distance of three feet between the two parties was instantly reduced to one point!
The tip of the sword is approaching Yan Chinglang's eyebrows!
"Fellow Taoist, if you seek benevolence and get benevolence, you will have no regrets in dying!" A flash of light flashed in Yan Chinglang's eyes, and he punched out with his left fist, changing its direction thousands of times in the air. The short distance seemed to be stretched by the fist to an extremely far distance.
"Boom!" The moment the fist and sword hit each other, Yan Qinglang's fist suddenly expanded and contracted, and his five fingers suddenly opened and he grabbed the tip of the mahogany talisman sword.
His palm was so bright that it was dazzling, and thunder and lightning poured in from the tip of the sword, using his body as a channel to rush towards the coiled python body!
This sword with shocking power was cleverly turned towards Yao Ni!
Blood spurted out like a waterfall, and the fishy smell hit his nose. The python let out a shocking roar, and the lower half of the python's body was cut off and fell to the ground. The incision was as smooth as a mirror. At the same time, Qingfeng stared at him, and his seven orifices were bleeding.
Slowly fall forward.
Yan Jinglang let out a long roar and escaped easily. His right hand turned from grabbing to striking, and hit Yao Ni's neck with a punch, causing the upper half of the giant beast to fly out, blood spraying all the way.
A strange change occurred!
A bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the top of Qingfeng's head, and in shock there was another Qingfeng, holding a talisman sword in his hand, leaping into the air at an extremely fast speed, and piercing Yan Chonglang's eyebrows!
It was just when his left fist was exhausted and his right fist had no time to spare!
"Everything in sight——"
Yan Chinglang's majestic voice sounded like it was coming from all directions in the world. Just before the tip of the sword touched the center of his eyebrows, he disappeared in front of the breeze.
What replaced it was a huge fist that filled the field of vision.
A deep and void hole has a fist as its core, blooming infinitely outwards, with the whole world reflected in it, showing countless strange sights and phenomena, endless birth and death, and ever-changing.
It is Yan Jinglang’s magical martial arts power that spans all over the world - Senluo Wanxiang!