Lei Wuji was a little surprised, he seemed to hear something in Tu Shanjun's words.
Just as he was about to stop his junior brother, he found that his junior brother had already attacked with all his strength.
Once the Galaxy Sword was slashed out, thousands of sword threads were like falling meteors, streaking across the sky and shattering everything in front of it.
Such an indomitable sword weapon is stronger than the Thunder Sword.
Tushanjun felt as if there was frost and mist around him.
Just as he was about to leave, the mist condensed into threads, turning from invisible to tangible, tying him up tightly.
The mist was actually not mist, but Zhuang Hai's spiritual power. However, after the Galaxy Sword was slashed, his spiritual power also changed and became more in line with the fighting method of the Galaxy Sword.
"God's will turns into silk?"
Tu Shanjun chuckled lightly, and the golden light in his eyes turned into light pillars. The scorching light was like the bright sun in the sky, suddenly melting the frost in front of him into water, and then evaporating it into mist.
He is never afraid of a duel between spiritual consciousness.
The old ape in the sea of consciousness stretched his arms, and while his muscles and bones were moving, his fists were like mountains, crushing everything in front of him.
Without the influence of the sword's intention to turn into silk, Tushanjun and Xinghe Sword were staggered.
Zhuang Hai's wide-open eyes couldn't help but shrink. He didn't expect that a sword strike from such a distance could be dodged by the demon in front of him, and even his blocking sword net was swept away.
However, he felt that it shouldn't be avoided, because the Galaxy Sword actually hit something.
The monk believed in his own eyes more than his spiritual consciousness. His sword-wielding divine consciousness told him that he had clearly killed the devil.
In fact, the sword light slashed horizontally just cut the upper and lower clouds in half.
Whether it was the burning clouds in the distance or the mist lingering in the mountains nearby, they were all separated by one blow.
But the devil is still intact.
Zhuang Hai knew that he had underestimated the devil.
No matter what the devil's physical cultivation level is, the opponent is after all a monk who has entered the late stage of the golden elixir.
He seemed to be the best among his peers, so how could he be killed by him for overstepping his rank?
The inner divine sword concept comes into play, and all chaotic thoughts are suppressed by a sword.
The divine sword in the sea is held by chains in all directions.
Getting angry is the most taboo thing in a fight, let alone when facing a strong enemy.
Now Zhuang Hai is clear and clear. He clearly knows what he should do, and he does exactly that. He just keeps his mind calm.
With a thought, the Galaxy Sword has returned.
One sword turns into thousands of sword shadows.
At this time, it was evening, and Tushanjun felt like he was seeing distant stars.
The light is reflected in the eyes.
The twinkling stars form a river.
Is that the whereabouts of the Nine Heavens Galaxy?
No, that was the sword light right in front of me, cold and sharp.
When the sharp light covered his face and scratched his cheek, Tushanjun raised his palm and put his five ghost claws together. It looked like an upturned palm or a condensed hand knife, which made people dare not ignore the power.
But Zhuang Hai saw something different.
That seems to be a sword.
"That's a sword?"
Zhuang Hai felt that he was shocked and lost consciousness for a moment.
If that thing is a sword, what is it in his hand?
The Galaxy Sword bloomed with the light of the magic weapon, its whole body was crystal clear, and the starry sword body buzzed, as if it wanted to wake up Zhuang Hai.
"Junior brother!"
Lightning and thunder are like sudden bolts of lightning in the dark night sky, tearing open the openings and bringing light.
Ben Lei Sword, the sword lives up to its name.
If the Galaxy Sword can still clearly see the sword body, the Thunder Sword is like a hilt holding a bunch of purple divine thunder, and the divine thunder turns into the sword body, blooming with sword light.
Tushanjun, who was already approaching, immediately distanced himself and praised: "What a magic weapon."
Sunset Mountain is indeed a well-established sect, and with just a glimpse of it, you can also see its underlying heritage.
Every master of Jindan has a magic weapon that suits him, and the level of the magic weapon is not low.
Much better than Yehu Zen.
For someone like him, not only would the magic weapon he captured not be what he wanted, but he would also have to go to great lengths to practice the Soul Banner. The monks could only try their best to adapt to the magic weapon, rather than the magic weapon adapting to the monks.
Lei Wuji stared at Tushanjun warily.
The purple divine thunder of the Ben Lei Sword is like a thunder dragon surrounding Lei Wuji's arm. With the power of his arms and fingers, with a slight movement of his mind, the purple divine thunder in his hand has transformed into the shape of a broad sword covering his arm.
Zhuang Hai quickly reminded: "Senior brother, be careful, the devil has tricks to mess with people's minds."
He is a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. Not only has he cultivated to the point where his mind is as still as water, it should be like a flat lake with no ripples. However, when facing Tushan Jun, he always feels that he has no strength to use it.
A sword cultivator will not doubt himself, but once he begins to doubt himself, both his state of mind and his sword will will decline rapidly, which will lead to a decline in his own strength.
Just like now, Zhuang Hai clearly has the power of the middle stage of the golden elixir, but he can only exert 70 to 80% of it.
There was already a gap, but now it is even wider.
Tu Shanjun sighed secretly.
With limited mana, he could only use some unseemly means to draw the opponent into his own rhythm of fighting, so that he could reasonably allocate the predetermined mana under his control.
"Devil?"
Tushanjun murmured softly.
He hadn't heard this word mentioned by other monks for a long time.
…
"Those are two golden elixir masters. Can the king win?" The monster raised his head with worry on his face, and even his voice was full of trembling, which was the tremor caused by fear.
"Will do."
The monster couldn't help but turn around and see that the person speaking was a dog monster.
At the fourth level of Qi training, he is just qualified to become cannon fodder.
What he didn't expect was that there were quite a few demon cultivators and ghost cultivators who had such thoughts.
"Even if you face two golden elixir monks, the king will win." Short-mouthed eyes were firm, and the feather coat on his body was like a long robe, with the lower half of it dragging on the ground. He didn't care, and still stood at the base of the formation.
on the node.
Tunchan raised his head, stared at the sky, and said loudly: "The whole ship is ready..."
Two thousand demon soldiers and ghost soldiers, plus one foundation-builder, and two demon cultivators in the middle stage of foundation-builder jointly control the spirit boat. As long as Tushanjun shows any signs of weakness, they will rush out of the magic circle with the spirit boat to resist the attack for Tushanjun.
All the demons and ghosts in Daheishan know that Tushanjun is the backbone of Daheishan.
"The True King of Daheishan, Lord Tushan."
Malu whispered, and as he looked, one hundred thousand demon soldiers and ghost soldiers were arrayed in the formation, chanting Tushanjun's name, and providing demonic incense and wish power to Tushanjun.
"Your Majesty, you must hold on." Nie Quanjiu sweated.
Despite the huge momentum of Daheishan, in fact, only less than 40% of the preparations have been made.
We can only rely on Tushanjun to resist the powerful enemy, but cannot integrate all the forces. The formation can only defend the formation and cannot counterattack.
There are still too many arrangements that have not been completed according to the original plan.
At least make it through this time.
…
"Purple sky and thunder!"
Lei Wuji looked solemn, and the seal took shape in an instant.
He no longer had the intention to ask what the words were.
Now that the war has begun, there must be no indecision.
Even if the other party has any difficulties, he should ask after he has shown his strength. Otherwise, even if he asks, the other party may not be able to tell.
Or, after the other party says it, will he really believe it?
You have to be wary of whether the devil is using deceptive words to confuse people's minds.
The rushing purple torrent covered the sky above Daheishan, as if the entire Lei Ze was hanging upside down in the sky. The lightning beams turned into solid sword shadows, intertwined and finally converged into a huge thunder dragon composed of sword shadows.
"Seal of Heaven."
"Jurisdiction."
"Galaxy Sky Constellation."
Zhuang Hai offered the Star Sword in his hand.
The magical flying sword flew into the sky and stirred up the wind and clouds. Thunderclouds were mixed with vortex storms and exploded like fireworks.
The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy.
The sword shadows of heaven and earth formed the realm of law, and the turbidity turned into a deep indigo sky.
The stars above the head are brilliant, condensing different sword intentions. Each move is changing but there is no change at all. It is like a river of stars. I don't know if it is flowing in front of me.
"In the realm of ignorance, open my eyes of Dharma."
Tushanjun walks through the air.
The index finger and middle finger are used as sword fingers together, and the remaining three fingers are held empty.
As his body leaned forward, he appeared in front of Zhuang Hai.
"impossible!"
Zhuang Hai exclaimed, this was within his legal domain, and not only was the opponent's strength not affected, it was actually stronger than outside.
It is no longer possible for him to lift the legal domain, so he can only choose to fight head-on.
However, Tushanjun, who turned Daheishan into an incense dojo, has appeared in front of Zhuang Hai.
The sword pointed at Zhuang Hai's forehead.
Zhuang Hai couldn't help but raise his head and look at the red-haired ghost king who seemed to be flying down from the sky. The black robe on the demon head was elegant and aloof.
He was about to reveal his trump card when he felt his consciousness shake and the impact had arrived.
Then everything went dark.
"Junior brother!"
Tu Shanjun retracted Xuhe's palm and said calmly: "He is not dead. I said I will spare your lives."
Lei Wuji should have rescued him in time, but at that moment he felt that he was becoming very slow, very slow, as if he had an inexplicable separation from the world.
He was unable to mobilize the aura around his body, and his five senses and six consciousnesses were completely frozen.
By the time he came to his senses, Zhuang Hai had already fallen from the sky.
Looking at the broken palms and arms, Tu Shanjun thought to himself: "Using your body to perform that technique is really a risky act."
"For two moments, it is more convenient to use a flying sword. Use your fingers as a sword to avoid harm to the body."
With the fall of Zhuang Hai, the Galaxy Law Territory also disappeared.
"Please do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tushanjun turned around and walked towards Dahei Mountain.
Lei Wuji, who was supporting Zhuang Hai, yelled and asked: "Why must we destroy the sect? Those are two thousand living people and human lives!"
Tushanjun, who had taken two steps, paused and tilted his head slightly: "The competition for resources depends on everyone's ability, even if most of Nanming Ridge is within the boundaries of the Daheishan Mountains."
"Why did you kill my subordinate, cut off his limbs, and lock up the Yin God of Life to use as the base of the formation?"
"Why did we recruit 100,000 civilians, resulting in more than 3,000 deaths and tens of thousands of injuries?"
"The life of a monk is life, but the life of a mortal is not life?"
"Do you know that after those three thousand people died, how many families were displaced and swallowed up by this billowing dust."
"Do you think those three thousand are numbers? They are three thousand lives."
Lei Wuji was stunned and speechless for a moment.
Because he didn't know how to refute.
Zhuang Hai, who was lost in the lake, regained consciousness and said loudly: "This is all your one-sided words!"
"Hahaha."
Tushanjun laughed heartily.
He didn't say any more.
The cry of the weak sounds too pale and fragile.
To monks, ordinary mortals are weaklings who are not much stronger than ants.
"roll!"
The ghost roars and howls.
The two people from Sunset Mountain were thrown hundreds of meters away.
