The terrifying thing about the invisible sword energy lies in the first two characters of these four words.
The invisible sword energy is also divided into strong and weak. The weak sword energy is invisible but has sound, and the strong sword energy is invisible and silent.
Stronger ones can even control when and where the sword energy is exerted.
As long as it is within the scope of his internal energy, sword energy can be released and dissipated anywhere.
But a practitioner who has reached this point must be a peerless person in the realm of God.
The black-robed Taoist's sword energy has reached the invisible realm, but it has not yet reached the realm of divine empowerment.
So there were traces of his sword, so the young monk caught the Taoist's sword.
The monk was just puzzled. Since the Taoist was Ning Weimo's personal guard, why he didn't save Ning Weimo first but fight him first.
If you don't understand, ask.
The monk said: "Why don't you save him?"
The black-robed Taoist replied: "Because I am not here to protect him. The Emperor said that whoever comes to kill Ning Weimo is Dayu's enemy and can be killed."
The young monk was silent for a moment and nodded: "No wonder you can practice such a fierce sword energy. It turns out that you have no other focus. I want to ask, if you were surrounded by only relatives and friends at this time, would you save him or stop me?"
The black-robed Taoist replied: "Kill you."
The young monk nodded and said, "No wonder you are not a disciple of Shangyang."
He stretched out his hand and saluted: "Please."
The black-robed Taoist nodded immediately and pointed forward with his left hand.
The air was calm and without any ripples.
But less than a breath later, sword energy appeared in front of the young monk out of thin air.
A banging sound.
The sword energy hit the air, but there was a sharp sound, as if the sword had pierced a huge bell.
The monk raised his right hand with one hand upward in a gesture of compassion.
But he is not merciful.
The black-robed Taoist immediately retreated, barely able to avoid it, and a hole was created where he had just been standing.
The pit is in the shape of a palm print, with the five fingers clearly defined.
What the Taoist cultivates is not the art of light, and what this monk cultivates is not compassion.
The black-robed Taoist did not stop after dodging the blow, and retreated again.
In front of him, two invisible palms clapped together. The palms were invisible, but the energy was tangible. With a bang, a violent explosion of energy appeared in front of the black-robed Taoist.
A crater was created on the ground, and dust was flying.
The next breath, the black-robed Taoist rose into the sky, and the monk immediately raised his head to look at him.
But that's not a Taoist, it's just a black robe.
The monk frowned and his face changed slightly.
At this moment, a crack appeared in the clothes on his chest, and the sword energy should have been able to break his body.
But it can't.
The monk's body exploded with energy, and his robes were torn to pieces. It was as if a layer of golden paint had been poured on his body, which was as bright as a star.
This sword was blocked by the golden light. The sword energy had clearly touched the heart of the young monk, but it could not make any further progress.
The black-robed Taoist frowned.
"What you practice is not serious Buddhism."
He stamped his feet, and there seemed to be a swimming python under his feet, walking through the underground, and it only took a moment to reach the feet of the young monk.
The golden bell is not invulnerable, it has a mouth.
The sword energy came out from the ground, and the young monk raised his feet off the ground and sat cross-legged about three feet above the ground.
The sword hit, but it was still the same as before, barely touching the monk's skin, but unable to make any further progress.
The black-robed Taoist smiled.
"It's good to know that you have a life gate."
He pressed down with both hands.
Countless invisible long swords fell from the sky, like heavy rain pouring down.
The young monk raised his hands upward, and the two strong inner energies turned into Buddha's hands. Thousands of swords fell, and the Buddha's hands could collect them.
There was a soft pop.
A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the monk's heart. It was not big and narrow, with only a drop of blood seeping out.
But the young monk's expression changed drastically.
The previous sword hit his heart, but he blocked it forcefully with the indestructible method.
However, the sword energy also pierced a very inconspicuous small opening on his skin, as thin as a hair.
A weak sword energy invaded his body, but it was invisible. The thousands of swords falling just now forced him to use his inner energy for defense. In this way, his inner energy was almost emptied out in an instant.
The subtle sword energy emerged at this moment.
The black-robed Taoist shook his head slightly: "It is not easy for you to reach this level at your age."
The monk looked down and saw that the blood beads on the tiny wound were getting bigger and bigger, and he seemed to see his own eyes in the blood beads.
"I'm anxious."
The young monk said with a pale face: "If I practice for three more years, you will never be my opponent. Unfortunately, my mood is broken and I can't hold my breath. I can't bear it for another three years."
"You are wrong."
The black-robed Taoist looked at the monk and said, "You can beat me in three years, but your opponent may not be me in three years."
He said: "The strength of Dayu is that it is strong everywhere. I will kill you today, but someone else will kill you tomorrow. Whenever you want to go against Dayu, Dayu will always have someone waiting who can kill you."
you."
He said: "Dayu can choose people like me at will. People like me...are just a threshold for Shangyang Palace."
The young monk was silent.
After a while, his heart suddenly exploded, and a blood arrow spurted out.
The black-robed Taoist looked at the other side of the carriage. He did not pursue the man who was already running away.
After his death, Ning Weimo was about to die, but he didn't care.
Because his energy and blood were raging, he couldn't even move a step, or even turn around. If he moved, he would bleed from all his orifices.
In the carriage, Ning Weimo knew that he was going to die.
What should you shout before you die to make yourself look heroic?
Even in this brief moment, there were thousands of thoughts going through his mind.
People who practice martial arts are divided into experts and weak people, so scholars like him are also divided into experts and weak people.
A master of martial arts can change his moves in an instant.
And a master like him can think of many messy things in his mind in an instant.
Brave, magnificent, fearless, and indifferent to life and death, he is a true hero.
He thought of all these words.
Before you die, you should behave like a man.
So he shouted loudly.
"Help!"
With a bang, the carriage broke into pieces.
The inner force imprisoning the carriage was cut open, and the carriage was divided into two.
It was not sword energy or sword light, but a real blade.
Lin Ye came from the air and split the carriage open with a knife. The knife struck Ning Weimo's back.
Extremely precise.
Ning Weimo was not injured, but a piece of hair on the back of his head was cut off, a piece of clothes on his back was cut, and a piece of his pants was also cut.
Show the back of the head, show the back, show the buttocks.
Very white.
The next breath, Lin Ye grabbed Ning Weimo's clothes and tried to throw him out.
When he caught the chance, his clothes were cut off with a knife. Lin Ye reacted very quickly and grabbed Ning Weimo's hair, but he didn't catch it because it was also cut off by him.
At this critical moment, no one else, including Lin Ye, would react like this.
Ning Weimo was kicked out with one kick.
The two men in black, one on the left and one on the right, their eyes lit up when they saw Lin Ye.
This killing game is the same for everyone.
One of the men in black slapped Lin Ye with his palm. He was still half a foot away, and Lin Ye felt extremely hot. In an instant, the clothes in front of him were burned and shrunk, like a raging flame on his chest.
"Whoever burns my breasts will die!"
Lin Ye swung the knife out at an angle.
This sword was very domineering, and that shout...should have been a bit domineering as well, right?
The knife split the palm of the wind, and the forest leaves seemed to be rushing forward in the splitting waves.
Another man in black squatted down at this moment and pressed his hands heavily on the ground.
With a muffled sound, Lin Ye, who was sprinting, suddenly stopped.
As if he was running, two hands suddenly emerged from the ground and grabbed his ankles directly.
Lin Ye was caught off guard and fell forward.
The man in black's eyes became brighter because he had seen Lin Ye's death.
When Lin Ye fell down, he clenched his fists and pushed forward.
A blazing wave rushed directly to Lin Ye's head.
This was a critical moment, and Lin Ye could not avoid it.
He thrust the array sword in front of himself, and the blade quickly unfolded, becoming twice as wide as before.
The inner energy hit the formation sword, causing the blade to bend backwards.
Lin Yeren felt heat waves rushing down both sides of his body after arranging his knives, and his sleeves were so burned that they felt like they were sticking to his body.
The other man in black tilted his mouth upwards, as if he was angry.
The inner energy came out through the ground, climbed up the formation knife, and tightly grasped Lin Ye's wrist.
My feet were trapped, my hands were trapped.
An arrow flew.
All the foreshadowing, all the fighting, all the people living or dying are all for this arrow.
The arrow seemed to have broken through the void and suddenly appeared behind Lin Ye. Lin Ye, who was almost lying there, couldn't avoid it.
Golden light flashed past.
Bang!
The arrow penetrated Lin Ye's body and created a deep crater on the ground beneath Lin Ye.
Debris flew and dust and smoke stirred.
In the distance, Wan Cangce, who had fled to a higher place, looked back with a smile on his face.
It finally happened.
Lin Ye is indeed very smart, but such a smart person is also easy to calculate, so just use his intelligence.
Wan Cangce arranged for people to ambush Lin Ye. Those people were not Lin Ye's opponents at all. Wan Cangce's purpose was just to make Lin Ye think that the target of the assassination was actually Ning Weimo.
Because Lin Ye was so smart, he thought of this level almost instantly, so Lin Ye immediately rushed towards Ning Weimo.
This was originally a killing move for Lin Ye.
This is not for Wan Cangce himself, it just seems like it is for himself.
He is the son of Wan Yulou and the younger brother of Concubine Wan Gui, so as long as he appears here, is there any other option?
Who would have thought that he was the bait and the foreshadowing of this murderous situation.
Just for that arrow.
The arrow penetrated the forest leaves and nailed them to the ground.
At this moment, Lin Ye's eyes were wide open. He seemed not to feel pain or fear.
It's too fast, so fast that people don't have time to react, either physically or mentally.
Lin Ye lay there, blood gradually spreading under him.
The two men in black looked at each other with joy in their eyes.
It’s done, this plan that has been deduced countless times has finally come true.
When Lin Ye was ambushed, all the people who secretly protected Lin Ye were mobilized.
Therefore, at this time, Lin Ye had no master around him to stop him.
Because this arrow can be said to be invincible as long as it is shot, and the masters around Lin Ye cannot block it forcefully, but they can block it for Lin Ye.
Wan Cangce's smile became more and more obvious, and the pride in his eyes became clearer.