Chapter six hundred and forty sixth consonance sword finger
Fortunately, this ancient sword was passed down to Taoist Changmei. The grade was not very high, but the quality was not bad. It was not crushed to pieces. It was just that his cultivation was insufficient and he was forced to retreat seven or eight steps in a row. He turned his wrist quickly, and the ancient sword was
My body shook nearly ten times at an extremely fast speed, and each time a part of the pressure was relieved. After seven or eight steps, more than half of the pressure was relieved, and I could barely hold on.
"Huh?"
Xuan Wuzi let out a surprised sound, but he did not stop moving. With a virtual pointer, the black flying sword transformed into light and slashed down again.
Ye Chen concentrated his energy and stared at the flying sword. He held the ancient pine-patterned sword and aimed it at the flying sword. The moment the two swords came into contact, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword leaned against the body of the black flying sword.
After passing by, the spark suddenly lit up. The moment he turned his wrist, the blade also turned to hold the black flying sword, trying to take it away from the trajectory.
"Go!"
The strong zhenqi gathered in the sword body and rotated, pulling out the surface with a point, pulling a thousand pounds in four ounces, the ancient pine pattern sword pressed down on a certain part of the Xuanwuzi Flying Sword, causing it to deviate from its original trajectory, and it was supposed to hit him directly.
The black flying sword circled around him and passed by.
Xuan Wuzi's heart moved slightly, and the coldness in his eyes became even colder. With a slash of his sword finger, the flying sword quickly turned around and stabbed Ye Chen.
But he repeated his old trick, and once again used the skill of lifting a thousand pounds with four ounces to move the flying sword at an angle, so that it could barely pass in front of him.
In the eyes of others, they saw Xuan Wuzi's flying swords surrounding him and launching a fierce attack on Ye Chen, but Ye Chen relied on his superb swordsmanship to hold an ancient pine-patterned sword to block him, and the flying swords kept intersecting.
The dazzling sword light exploded, and the sword energy flew out diagonally, cutting ravines all around.
Xuan Wuzi failed to defeat Ye Chen with more than a dozen swords, and Xuan Wuzi felt embarrassed. With the help of the magic power contained in the bone relics, his current strength was comparable to that of ordinary immortals, but he could not even survive a single catastrophe.
Even the previous monks could not win, and if word spread, he would be judged as useless, which would be a huge blow to the reputation of Xuan Wuzi, who was preparing to establish a sect in the world of Shushan.
After all, the leader of the sect cannot even take down a monk who has not survived a single catastrophe. The sect founded by such a waste must also be a waste.
The left hand grasped the flying sword and flew upside down. When the right hand was raised, it was pressed down with a palm. The powerful mana condensed the vitality and turned into a big hand of gray-white vitality that was nearly two acres in size and grabbed Ye Chen in the air.
"I'm so angry!"
Ye Chen felt quite happy, stood up with his sword put away, took a step back, and shouted loudly:
"Senior sister, save me!"
The next second, a pair of jade phoenixes flew past him, cutting his big Yuan Qi hand in half with one blow. The violent Yuan Qi exploded and blew his white robe upside down, making a hunting sound.
He can still hold on for a while in a swordsmanship competition, but if he really gets into a fight, he can't take more than two moves and will be crushed to death by Xuan Wuzi's absolute magic power. Of course, he has to ask his senior sister for help.
The quality of Ye Lianxing's jade phoenix scissors is definitely the best among the sixth-level magic weapons. It is mainly used for killing, and its power is extremely terrifying. Ye Chen doubts whether he can withstand this scissor.
Senior sister took Xuan Wuzi, and Ye Chen found Monk Dafang, and once again used the fire dragon gourd to summon more than a dozen fire dragons to rush at him from all directions, while he followed behind with a sword.
Monk Dafang offered sacrifices to the white bones to attract ghosts, and sprayed black air on it. A black vortex appeared on the side of the flag, and ghost figures rushed out from it, rushing towards the fire dragon.
His bone flag is limited to the level of sacrificial training. It can release only a few hundred ghosts in one breath. In fact, there are more than a few hundred ghosts contained in it. Once a ghost dies in battle, it will immediately add one. From the first time
There are already hundreds of dead ghosts seen, but the number of ghosts flying out is not less at all.
It's a pity that the strength of the ghost is far inferior to that of the fire dragon. The fire dragon, which is more than ten meters long, pounces on it. The ghost energy on the ghost's body is burned and sizzles. It quickly wears away to reveal the ghost body. It is burned by the fire of the essence flame and is very
Quickly turn into nothingness.
Similarly, if a large number of fierce ghosts attack the fire dragon, they can also use the ghost energy to consume the fire of the fire dragon's body. If there are enough, the size of the fire dragon will gradually shrink, and its power will also become smaller.
It's just that Ye Chen never expected to defeat Monk Dafang with the fire dragon gourd, so he followed the fire dragon and flew towards Monk Dafang with his pine pattern sword.
When Monk Dafang saw him waving the bone flag, dozens of ghosts immediately rushed towards him.
Ye Chen swung his sword and produced a thick sword energy that condensed in front of him. With a slap on the back of his sword, the sword energy spread out into a net and trapped a dozen fierce ghosts under it.
He chopped off three sword nets in succession to trap all the attacking ghosts. When the first sword net was broken, he had already reached ten meters away from Monk Dafang. The corner of his mouth curled up with a sneer, and he took a step forward, his figure steep.
He sped up like a sword and thrust straight towards Monk Dafang.
This is a sword step unique to Emei swordsmanship. It is as fast as a sword thrust out and can approach the enemy over a long distance in an instant, catching the opponent off guard.
Monk Dafang was obviously caught off guard. He only had time to slam down the White Bone Ghost Flag, and a layer of black light spread out from the flag to cover him. Then he saw a cold star explode in front of his eyes, and the black light was like a wave of water with the tip of the sword.
As the center sinks, ripples spread out in circles.
Although he was a little unprepared, he still blocked his sudden sword. The generous monk's heart suddenly dropped, and he became furious. The kind eyes on his face disappeared on the spot and turned into a ferocious one. The boiling murderous intention gathered in his raised head.
I don't know when a layer of green appeared on his left hand, melting like rot, the skin and flesh peeled off, revealing a bone claw that didn't look like a human hand, and it clawed hard at Ye Chen's chest.
A strange change occurred in Monk Dafang's hand, and the putrid smell made him notice all this. In the flash of lightning, he turned his wrist and buckled the sword hilt upside down, and thrust the ancient pine-grained sword into his chest to block the captured bone claw.
"clang!"
A clear sound of gold and iron clashed, and the bone claws intertwined with the sword body. The sword body rotated to the left in the splashing sparks, and the rotation of the bone claws as hard as iron made Monk Dafang involuntarily sway.
In the morning, the two fingers of his left hand turned into a sword and pointed at Monk Dafang.
Black light emerged, and when the sword was pressed, the black light sank.
Monk Generous, who had been avoiding subconsciously, came to his senses and sneered ferociously:
"This junior is so arrogant, today I will use your soul to sacrifice the magic weapon!"
After saying that, he pushed his true energy fiercely, and a layer of black crystal light appeared on the bone claws. His strength increased instantly. Sparks flew out when he pressed the pine pattern on the sword body, and he pressed it down step by step.
"Die!"
Monk Dafang's eyes widened, and he once again used his magic power to press the pine pattern sword on Ye Chen's body. His white robe touched the ashes, revealing the strong muscles on his chest that did not match his appearance at all. The bone claws shrouded in black crystal light were pressed against his chest.
Press hard to pierce the skin.
Although he was a little surprised that the handsome young man in front of him could be so powerful, he still breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bone claws piercing into the muscles. He flexed his fingers and pressed inward, preparing to dig into the chest.
Between life and death, there was no trace of fear on Ye Chen's face that the generous monk expected to see, and he just said expressionlessly: