Before Chen Tian came to the northern region of Cangxi, he used to use a long-stemmed spurge. Later, after realizing the way of people's hearts, he changed it to a three-foot-long Han sword with four sides.
Han swords are roughly divided into three categories. From low to high, they are four-sided, six-sided, and eight-sided Han swords. Every two more sides means that the Taoist mind of the person holding the sword becomes clearer.
As for ordinary people, even the two-faced sword cannot pull out the sword flower, so they simply choose the simpler and more direct broadsword.
Following Netherworld Shura's low murmur, the originally fallen corpse suddenly reincarnated into the dirt, but it was not bitten like a wild beast like Yin Fei's before. Instead, they all knelt down facing Netherworld Shura.
The next moment.
Countless bones were stripped of their flesh, gathered into a ball in the air, and then, shrouded in black energy and evil, suddenly transformed into a naginata with distinct joints.
The body of Netherworld Shura was originally very large, and the size of the naginata was not small. It was more than a hundred feet long when held diagonally, and it towered like a pillar of heaven.
Hula——
The naginata split the sky, making a shrieking sound of wind. It could be faintly seen that the surrounding air was cut violently, creating ripples one after another.
Even Cheng Yiliang, who was thousands of feet high in the sky, felt the shocking power and had to push the hand gear and control the mechanism to fly upward again.
This evil spirit came out of nowhere and is extremely powerful. Can the god really subdue it?
Not only was Cheng Yiliang unsure, but Chizhu's face was also tense. The lifespan of the Grass Fairy was extremely long, and she had never heard of such ancient evil spirits in thousands of years.
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Now that it suddenly came to the world, no one was prepared at all. If Yin Fei hadn't shown the clues in advance just now, they would have been stunned on the spot.
Chen Tian held the Feng'an sword diagonally in his right hand, his face was plain, and there was no hint of happiness or anger at all.
Facing the whistling wind of the naginata, his robes fluttered, and his whole body exuded a soft and light green light, looking like autumn.
Compared with the evil Netherworld Shura, this forms a sharp contrast, just like the two poles of Yin and Yang, tit for tat.
The breath of heaven?
A mere Jade Cauldron Realm actually comprehends the Xuanxuan Heavenly Way and takes advantage of the current season to develop a realm barrier?
Netherworld Shura frowned deeply, and saw that when Gang Feng was charging up to hit the naginata, which was still a hundred steps away from Chen Tian, his momentum suddenly decreased greatly, and finally dissipated into nothingness like the evening wind blowing through the moonlight.
In fact, the opening move was just a test, and he did not seek to kill the enemy, but he saw the gap between himself and Chen Tian in understanding the Tao.
Chentian's Taoism has reached the height of perfection, and there are no specific moves. Everything is just like when the sky is overcast, it rains, and when the moon is full, it loses. It is the nature of Taoism that has reached the state of transformation.
And Netherworld Shura is just a collection of human stains in the world. After all, war is the highest form of conflict in the world and can accommodate all kinds of evil.
But human calculations are ultimately inferior to heaven's calculations.
The underlying Taoist logic is clearly laid out on the stage, and Chen Tian is destined to take the lead in the realm of enchantment and gain the upper hand.
Who is this person?
What happened again?
Netherworld Shura was full of doubts, but before he had time to delve deeper, Chentian's offensive had already taken shape. As Feng'an's long sword suddenly lit up, a wave of autumnal mood swept over the sky and the earth.
This aura is colorless and has no move or style, but not only the profound Netherworld Shura can see into the existence, but even the surviving dragon and tiger cavalry can clearly perceive it.
Because the cycle of the four seasons is the law of heaven and earth, people in the world are of course extremely sensitive to it, but if they have to explain carefully what autumn is, who can explain it clearly?
Netherworld Shura was shocked.
Facing the hail of spears and arrows, he could still parry and block, but how could he resist this invisible killer move?
A sense of fear quietly hit the heart of Netherworld Shura, lingering like a spider's thread around a beam.
He instinctively raised his naginata in front of him, and his four remaining arms spread out like a screen at his side, quickly opening up a body-protecting aura and preparing for all-out defense.
However, the imagined severe pain or the earth-shaking explosion did not come. Instead, the breath was more like the bright moon on the river spreading loosely, it could be said that it sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
Nether Shura lowered his head and looked down, and suddenly saw that his indestructible body was losing color... No, it wasn't the kind of paint used for washing clothes that was falling off, but it was like entering an ink painting!
Withered.
Wither.
When Netherworld Shura saw this, he suddenly realized that he had seen this kind of thing before. In the long tens of thousands of years, he had seen too many changes.
After just sleeping for a long time, when I opened my eyes again, the mountains turned into rivers, the rivers turned into valleys, and the thousands of palaces turned into a vast wilderness.
But Chentian's aura is obviously purer, and is obviously more inclined to attack creatures in the rotation of the four seasons, killing people invisible.
If Li Chengfeng, the chief magistrate of Quantai, was here, he would definitely be able to see that what Chen Tian did was exactly the method of defeating discouragement taught to him, and it was also the ninth level of the highest realm.
Life is a lifetime, and the grass and trees are in autumn.
One year old and one prosperous.
However, Netherworld Shura didn't know this, and thought that the world that had been sleeping for thousands of years had already entered the Age of Ending Dharma, and any innovation in martial arts was useless.
At this time, he was immersed in Xiaoxiao's autumn mood, and he was shocked to realize that the blood in his body was draining rapidly. As long as he mobilized his spiritual power a little, his pricked muscles immediately shriveled up, and wrinkles continued to spread all over his arms along his ribs.
"Ha ha!"
"Everyone in the world calls this god a demon, but don't you know that the demon itself has been wreaking havoc in the world for a long time!" Of course Chen Tian knew that he was mocking him, but he didn't care at all. He waved his hand and held the sword upright in front of him, as bright as a mirror.
The blade of the sword reflected a face of Furui Muha, and with a look of perseverance flashing through his eyes, the autumn mood over Makino became even more intense.
Two points of thickness.
The afterimage of Feng'an's long sword opened like a fan, and thousands of swords returned to their clan, gathering one after another behind Chen Tian to form a cold sword array.
The bright moon was eclipsed by it, dimming like a firefly, leaving only the sky in the sky standing proudly on the top of the clouds, shining like the red sun, shining brightly.
Even though this kid has understood the supreme way of heaven!
It’s just a mere Jade Cauldron realm!
Netherworld Shura gritted his teeth and secretly comforted himself, with a face full of determination. He believed that as long as he took this move, the spiritual power reserves in the Qi Sea of Chentian Dantian would be exhausted, and Jie Shi would no longer be able to launch attacks.
As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, he stood up from the ground and leaped towards Chentian. The skeletal naginata in his hand was like rolling thunder, stirring the clouds and releasing hundreds of purple lightning dragons.
The entire Makino tidal flat was illuminated as if it were daytime, and countless trees suddenly burst into flames. The raging fire reflected half of the water red, like lava.
The more than a thousand remaining dragon and tiger cavalry were frightened out of their wits, their faces were ashen. They never expected that their leader would turn out to be like this. They were neither human nor ghosts. They didn't care about their own life and death at all. Most of them were struck by purple lightning.
For burnt corpses.
No matter how high their morale was, they could not withstand such devastation and consumption. No longer caring about the so-called glory of the Yin family, the Dragon and Tiger cavalry were defeated like a tide.
However, the Yongtai army had only surrounded three sides, and the gap left behind was a swamp. After they rolled and crawled into it, they immediately sank deep into their waists. After struggling desperately, they pulled out a lot of gold and silver treasures. These were exactly
They were the ones who drove out 70,000 farmers in Makino in the first place. Those refugees had hidden wealth, and now that they had gold and silver in their hands, they still could not escape the fate of being buried alive. They were all buried in the mud, leaving behind wailing sounds that screamed to the heavens and the earth.