Chapter 7 The decisive battle on the long street to break the level
Two hundred-foot cliffs face each other, covered with moss, like arrows piercing the sky covered by dark clouds. The huge shadow of dusk falls, and the deep and narrow ravine between the two cliffs becomes even darker.
This place is the Yingchou Valley in the southernmost part of the Sheep Collection. A hundred miles further south, it is out of the middle of the wilderness and close to the lush wilderness where the dog garrison is entrenched.
"Little Sheep, how long do you have to wait?" Fat Tiger lay on his back behind a boulder, fiddling with the big ax randomly, and secretly glanced at the oiled paper bag in Zhikarizhen's hand from the corner of his eyes. The bright red marinade dripped out of the paper bag and seemed to be floating away.
Release bursts of attractive fragrance.
He led Zhi Kaizhen all the way here. It took him a full hour, and after waiting for a long time, he was so hungry that his heart was pressed against his back.
"Wait until it gets darker." Zhikarizhen crouched next to Fat Tiger and carefully looked at the sentry tower dozens of feet away. The sentry tower was built on a protruding stone hill at the bottom of the cliff, leaning against the rock. There was a sentry tower on each side.
A warning yak horn hangs on the tower. Four horse bandits stand on top of it, sometimes talking, laughing and cursing, sometimes looking around. Once someone approaches the entrance of the ravine, it will be difficult to escape detection.
Wang Mazi's village is hidden deep in the ravine.
"Little Sheep, I still don't understand why we didn't just kill Wang Dazi directly, but instead went all the way to Yingchou Valley?"
"To kill Wang Mazi, we have to confront the forces behind him. This is why Wang Mazi only dared to block the door of Yihongyuan and did not dare to break in and fight. Anyone who openly breaks the rules will be killed by Zaiyang.
The four bosses of the collection are against each other." Zhi Shouzhen said casually, he has to hide in the Slaughter Sheep Collection for a while, how can he expose himself? But if Wang Mazi makes a big deal, he will be found out sooner or later. p>
"Is it useful to kill these little minions?"
"There are about a hundred horse bandits in Yingchou Valley. Last time we eliminated thirteen, Wang Mazi took another twenty to Yihongyuan. Most of the horse bandits are nesting in their lair. Kill them all, and Wang Mazi will
Cannabis can only become a wolf without its claws."
"Qiang——" A dazzling sword light broke through the dusk, and Liu Lingfeng's sword seemed to peel off the rust in an instant, shining with an incomparable blazing light.
Cui Zhihuan chuckled, his sleeves shook out, and the blood-red Qi rushed towards the sword light like a river of blood.
The people watching the battle stepped back and burst into cheers. The two wooden men finally started fighting. Unlike Wang Mazi and Hong Lianxue, one was wielding a knife and roaring, the other was gesticulating, deceiving everyone's attention, and they were arguing for a long time.
Fight.
Before the blood shadow and pure energy could get close, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the blood energy was all gone. Cui Zhihuan's expression suddenly changed, and Liu Lingfeng's sword was actually just an illusion. The sword was swinging at his waist, stained with rust, and he had not yet made a move.<
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Hearing Liu Lingfeng's long laugh, he rushed forward, and the rusty sword turned into a dazzling light and shot out.
Cui Zhihuan felt something bad in his heart. In an instant, sharp light points like a meteor shower covered his field of vision, fast and dense, making a roaring sound like a rain.
Cui Zhihuan's figure swayed rapidly, dodging again and again, with no time to fight back. He was not careful for a moment, lost the opportunity, and immediately fell into a passive position to be beaten.
Liu Lingfeng chased after him, and the Hui Feng Wu Liu sword technique passed down from the Liu family in Xishu unfolded vividly. Each sword was faster than the other, and each sword was more ruthless than the other. It was as fierce as a tiger, tough and wild, and the originally light sword technique was changed beyond recognition.
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"Hiss!" The sword light passed by, and a small hole was pierced in the hem of Cui Zhihuan's robe. After a few breaths, the sword energy suddenly roared, and a strand of Cui Zhihuan's hair broke off and shattered into powder.
Cui Zhihuan screamed, and his body suddenly spun up, like a big bird soaring in the sky, sliding continuously in a zigzag shape in the mid-air. With a life-saving vitality, he forcibly used the Blood River Sect's Blood Shadow Tracing Body Technique, and finally passed the sword faster.
A ray of light.
Liu Lingfeng suddenly stopped and stood in the middle of the long street. The rain of swords in the sky gathered into a rusty sword, pointing at Cui Zhihuan in the mid-air. The sword energy was like an arrow on a string, not firing, locking the opponent's figure.
Cui Zhihuan groaned secretly, knowing that once he was exhausted and fell, he would be struck by Liu Lingfeng's earth-shattering blow. Helpless, the Qi all over his body was boiling, and the sleeves of his robe opened violently, spurting out blood qi, covering his figure like a thick mist.<
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The blood mist spread in all directions, quickly covering half of the street, exuding a pungent smell of blood. Cui Zhihuan took the opportunity to float down, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, he felt the pores on his chest become cold. The tip of his sword penetrated the dense blood mist, accurately
Found him.
Cui Zhihuan shouted violently, and his hands were like poisonous dragons piercing holes, rushing out of Guangxiu, two giant blood-red palms rising into the sky, covering the sky and the earth, it was exactly the technique of the Great Blood Demon!
There was a "bang", the swords and palms clashed, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the blasted air waves surged around. Cui Zhihuan spurted blood from his mouth, and was thrown backwards like projectiles. Liu Lingfeng groaned, and the rusty sword was unable to swing down, and the sword energy in his body was almost exhausted.
Once it is empty, it will be difficult to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.
"Bang!" Cui Zhihuan hit the door of a powder shop. The thick jujube wood door panel shattered and scattered, and the blood demon's technique almost collapsed.
"Liu Lingfeng, are you about to become a god and return to the void?" Cui Zhihuan staggered to the ground, his eyes shot fiercely, and blood flashed on his face.
"Isn't Brother Cui just one step away?" Liu Lingfeng coughed lightly. The depleted sword energy in his body was like the rain coming after a long drought. It was filling up at an unprecedented speed. The bottleneck leading to the refining of the gods and returning to the void was faintly loosened. All it took was another stimulus.
, you can break through the customs and enter the country!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Cui Zhihuan smiled long and sternly, and the roar of the blood river gushed out from his body. There are four levels for breaking through the barrier and entering the country. The first level is the epiphany of heaven and man, who can break through the barrier with only spiritual Taoist heart, and the most illusory one.
, difficult to grasp; the second is to fight desperately and break through the bottleneck in the line of life and death; the third is to practice patiently and wait for things to happen; the last is to take pills and rely on the power of heaven, materials and earthly treasures to forcefully break through. p>
Like Liu Lingfeng, Cui Zhihuan also faced a challenge. When the two dueled, each regarded the other as a whetstone, fighting their way out of life and death to the path of refining the gods and returning to the void.
With a flash of sword light, Liu Lingfeng pounced forward, and at the same time, Cui Zhihuan also rushed towards him, like two fierce bulls meeting on a narrow road, with their horns clashing.
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The sword light burst out, like lightning and rain. The criss-crossing sword light only advanced but never retreated. It was a fierce and desperate way to fight for life. It was completely different from Liu Lingfeng's usual lazy playboy appearance. The big blood demon's skills have become different.
Silent, soft and changeable, the ten bloody fingers beat mysteriously, drawing traces of real blood lines. Once the blood lines touch the human body, they immediately penetrate and suck the essence, blood and vitality.
The sword light and blood shadows crisscrossed each other, making the eyes dazzled. Suddenly, thousands of cold light points on the sword tips disappeared together, and a sharp and majestic sword light broke out in the void, slashing straight towards Cui Zhihuan. It was the vacuum breaker secretly taught by the Sword Sect.
Body sword energy!
Cui Zhihuan's body suddenly froze, and the two huge blood techniques gently joined together, tightly clamping the sword light. A blood shadow, as fast as a ghost, sprang out from Cui Zhihuan's Purple Mansion and rushed towards Liu Lingfeng!<
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"The Son of the Blood God!" On the rooftop in the distance, a man with a bamboo hat on his head exhaled softly, the scar between his eyebrows stood straight up. The face of the Son of the Blood God was blurry and had not yet matured, but as soon as the monk was hit, he instantly turned into a mummy. p>
The Blood God Son rushed towards Liu Lingfeng in an instant. The two were close at hand, but Liu Lingfeng's rusty sword was caught by the big blood demon's technique and it was difficult to withdraw it.
Liu Lingfeng was done. The man in the bamboo hat shook his head and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, a mesmerizing sword light emerged from behind Liu Lingfeng.
The misty rain is misty, the dream is like fog, and the sword light is like a lonely sigh, faintly falling between the eyebrows.
The Blood God Son's brows cracked, and he let out a scream like a baby crying, which turned into wisps of blood smoke in the sword light and disappeared suddenly.
Cui Zhihuan spurted blood and looked pale: "The Dharma of the Sword! You actually understood the heart of the sword!"
Liu Lingfeng stood silently, with a hint of sadness on his eyebrows: "Even though he has a sword heart, the heart he had in the past is unattainable." Infinite sword energy surged from everywhere in his body, and his consciousness moved towards the sea.
The spiritual world continues to extend, and bottlenecks are quietly broken.
"You still can't forget that bitch ten years ago!" Cui Zhihuan laughed ferociously, his skin exploded, and a bloody ball of flesh jumped out, turning into a ball of blood mist, flying outward at high speed, patting it casually on the way, using his strength
Jumping onto the roof, countless tiles rose into the sky from under your feet, covering Liu Lingfeng like a heavy rain.
"The Blood Demon Disintegration Technique!" The man in the hat murmured. The Blood Demon Disintegration Technique is a technique to survive in death. Once it is used, the vitality will be severely damaged, the foundation will be greatly damaged, and the path to promotion will almost be cut off. Even if Cui Zhihuan survives, he will only live in death.
Able to stop at the realm of refining qi and returning spirit.
Liu Lingfeng's rusty sword was gently unfolded, and the tiles shook apart one after another, shattering into pieces like dust. Cui Zhihuan was extremely fast and disappeared into the distance in an instant, seeming to be escaping southward.
"Plop!" A mummy fell from the horse, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud". It was Wang Mazi. He was casually slapped by Cui Zhihuan, draining all his blood and energy, and died on the spot.
Everyone stared at a strange light and suddenly dispersed. More than a dozen figures chased Cui Zhihuan, like greedy vultures chasing carrion. The man in the hat sneered. Although Cui Zhihuan was seriously injured, the disciples of the Blood River Sect were extremely advantageous.
It’s not that easy to make money.
"In a place like the Sheep Slaughter Fair, a wolf without claws is just a fat sheep. Whether it is other vicious wolves, wild dogs, grass rats, or reptiles... they will swarm on it, tear it to pieces, and enjoy a meal.
The feast of carving up does not require us to do it ourselves."
"What you said makes sense. I seem to understand something." Fat Tiger turned over and blinked his eyes, "Little Sheep, why don't you eat chicken legs?"
"The horse bandits have changed their guard!" Zhikarizhen suddenly said, unwrapping the layers of cotton, holding the cold broken sword, and arching his back slightly.
In the gloomy darkness, the broken sword flashed a sad glow.