Lincheng Huamo Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-fifth: The Two Clearances
"I have been living in seclusion in the Western Forest for half my life, and I have not seen you in thousands of miles of yellow sand. Once I raised my sword and broke the way of heaven, I looked down at the world and asked the prince proudly!"
After listening to four more poems, the wind became stronger, and there seemed to be ghosts crying and howling in the whistling sound, which was eerie and permeating. Immortal Longcheng could not help but panic, and lost his immortal grace. The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, which was the spirit in the sword.
fear.
The ice-blue Tingyu Sword made several turns in the air, and then flew back into the hands of the black-faced man. Zhong Xihou raised his hand upwards and held the Tingyu Sword. His eyes were aloof and arrogant, except for the unparalleled aura of a king looking down on the world.
Nothing more.
Another voice came faintly, and the voice was a bit joking, saying: "Brother Hou, you are really a swordsman. You don't even bring a sword with you when you go out."
Zhong Xihou snorted coldly, and then said: "Xiaoyu, you have promised that as your brother and master, you will help the Mo family survive this disaster."
The owner of that voice was naturally Zhong Xihou's twelfth junior brother, Ying Ruge's twelfth senior brother, Jian Yuting. Jian Yuting jumped down from a big tree with only some branches broken. He was wearing an ice blue robe.
The originally fair face also showed a bit of embarrassment at this moment. When Zhong Xihou saw this face, he frowned slightly.
"Xiaoyu, are you injured?"
Hearing his senior brother's concern and inquiry, Jian Yuting's face showed a bit of pity. He heard him say: "Oh, it's really a pity. It's a pity. Brother Hou, I was just a little bit close to being messed up by someone."
He was killed with a sword. What a pity, what a pity, that guy was exhausted and ran away in the end."
Zhong Xihou frowned even deeper. Although he knew that Xiao Yu wanted to die, he always felt a little awkward after hearing such words.
"Since you are not dead, these eight immortals in front of you are your chance."
Jian Yuting first looked at Immortal Longcheng not far away in front of her, but shook her head disdainfully, then looked up at the seven immortals in white clothes and the black dragon in the sky, and nodded this time.
Immortal Longcheng naturally saw the change in Jian Yuting's expression. He never expected that a mere earthly ant would dare to show such contempt for an immortal like himself. Immortal Longcheng couldn't help but become even more angry and shook his head.
Holding her sword tightly, she ignored Liu Sanqing and rushed towards Jian Yuting.
Just when he was less than ten feet away from Jian Yuting, Jian Yuting glared, Immortal Longcheng stopped, then his calves softened, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.
Jian Yuting just walked past him, her voice was cold and her tone was still contemptuous, and she said: "A mere ant dares to call himself an immortal without having seen the way of heaven? It's ridiculous."
Jian Yuting then waved her hand, and the water vapor in the atmosphere condensed, forming an ice crystal sword. Although the sword was not as good as the Tingyu Sword in the hand, it was not bad. But this sword was not used by Jian Yuting to slash.
, changing from forehand to backhand, and then made a posture of shooting a javelin, took two steps, and "whoosh", the ice crystal sword was shot out by him.
The ice crystal sword was so powerful that even those immortals had never seen it before. Before the immortals could move again, the ice crystal sword was already close. The handsome white-clothed immortal couldn't help but change the position of the huge tortoise shell magic weapon to block this.
An ice crystal sword.
The giant tortoise shell changed its position, and directly in front of them, another wave of sword energy shot down from the sky.
The sturdy white-clothed immortal had to use his immortal power to form four Bagua earth shields in succession, and then blocked Mo Ming's offensive. He never thought that in their eyes, the Mo family's sword was as weak as a little baby.
Man, his fighting power after waking up is so terrifying.
And when ice crystals
The sword just touched the huge tortoise shell that had just changed its position, and the ice crystal sword instantly shattered. The handsome white-clothed immortal showed a sneer on his lips, and his eyes were as aloof as Zhong Xihou. But then, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
When the ice crystal sword shattered, his huge tortoise shell was also cracked and damaged. Then it turned into fragments no bigger than a fist. When the wind blew, these fragments turned into Xisha and dissipated.
The immortals in white clothes also noticed the damage to their companions' treasures, and they all frowned in confusion, puzzled. The immortal in white clothes with the flame pattern facing the sky knew that the new young man in ice blue robes was not ordinary, and looked at the black dragon, and then looked at it again.
Looking at the young man in ice blue robe, he finally tightened his grip on the spirit sword in his hand and shot towards Jian Yuting quickly.
Seeing the immortal flying across the sky, so free and happy, Jian Yuting shook her head and sighed, with a hint of envy in her tone, saying: "Not to mention flying to the sky and escaping to the earth, not to mention riding on the wind, but just wielding a sword, I can
It's good to be so carefree. It's a pity that you still behave in front of me when I can't do it. It's so unkind!"
The sound of the last four words was unusually loud, and then Jian Yuting was seen opening his hands, and two air blades were formed in an instant. He also saw his knees slightly bent, and then he jumped up with a catapult. The speed of the leap was no less than that of him
The speed at which the ice crystal sword was shot.
Seeing Jian Yuting flying towards him, the white-clothed immortal with flame patterns facing the sky was startled at first, and then his eyes were filled with ecstasy. He held the spirit sword in his hand with both hands and slashed with one strike. But helplessly, things did not go as he expected. When the sword struck
Jian Yuting's body, the blade of the sword has already sunk into the flesh, but if she wants to get in any more, it's as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Looking at the other person's face, there was a ferocious smile on that face. Then the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky felt a slight chill in his abdomen. When he looked down, his eyes dimmed. The air blade in Jian Yuting's hand had penetrated him.
Blood flowed out of his abdomen, quickly soaking the fairy robe as white as snow.
But there was more than one air blade in Jian Yuting's hand, and she swung another air blade. The right arm of the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky was cut off by the root. Then, Jian Yuting raised her right leg and kicked it hard.
The white-clothed immortal kicked high into the sky and fell back to the ground. The moment the flying sword broke away from Jian Yuting's body, blood spattered from the wound, and a lot of it even directly touched the white-clothed immortal's robe.
After landing, Jian Yuting let go of his hand, and the air blade dissipated. His wound began to bleed, and the blood also soaked his ice blue robe. The index finger of his left hand wiped the wound, and it was stained with a lot of blood. He put his index finger to his mouth.
, tasted it lightly, and felt intoxicated.
The immortal in white who was still flying backward also saw this scene. At this moment, there was no anger in his heart, instead, there was fear.
Then, he heard the voice of the young man in ice blue robe on the ground saying helplessly: "Alas, he is not a true immortal after all, so he can only open this small hole."
After that, what he saw in the eyes of the immortal in white with the flame pattern facing the sky made his mind go blank. That blankness was the ultimate fear.
The young man in the ice blue robe just touched the wound with his hand, and the sword wound healed instantly. Even the bright red blood that flowed out or soaked in the robe flew back to the wound on its own without leaving a drop.
The blood splattered on his body turned into blood-red ice crystals at this moment, and the ice crystals continued to spread. His body gradually began to lose its contentment, but within a few seconds, before he could even cry out, his whole body was wrapped in blood-red ice crystals.
Behind Jian Yuting, a voice still came leisurely, and he said: "Xiao Yu, these people may
Are you considered your opponent?"
Jian Yuting turned around, and there were a few more fresh bloody wounds on Zhong Xihou's body, but those bloody wounds only hurt the flesh, not even the tibia.
"Brother Hou, you have deceived your junior brother this time. These people only have the cultivation of golden elixir. How about I try this black dragon? No, no." Jian Yuting looked at the almost lifeless black dragon and couldn't help but shake her head.
He murmured, "I heard that the Black Dragon of the Mo family has the cultivation of becoming a god. I took a casual look at it and found that it only has the cultivation of golden elixir. The difference is not just one or two points."
But the golden elixir cultivation level!
With such arrogant words, Zhong Xihou could only look bitter. Is he really the only useless one out of all the disciples under Master?
"Brother Hou, you could use sword control to deal with these half-hearted people a long time ago, why are you just grinding away?"
Hearing the sword control skills, Zhong Xihou became even more bitter, and then said: "If you use it once, your sword power will be reduced. Brother Wei is not a monster like you and my junior brother. Brother Wei's sword power dissipates, and there is no way to do it."
Practice again. Besides, although I am not afraid of death, I want to live well."
Jian Yuting laughed, nodded vigorously, and said: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive. Brother Hou, don't talk nonsense. I'll help you kill those so-called immortals first. Then go over there and kill the little junior brother's body."
Drag that damn guy out of there!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Yuting leaped forward again and shot towards the immortal in the sky.
Liu Sanqing, on the other hand, had also heard the conversation between Zhong Xihou and Jian Yuting. He looked at Immortal Longcheng who was covered with sword marks on the ground and died of blood loss. He also had a complicated expression.
"Zhongcheng Lord, if you had used this ability from the beginning, Ruge, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
Zhong Xihou nodded, then shook his head and explained: "My junior brother's talent is no less than Xiao Yu's. It's a pity, what a pity, what I have learned in my life is too complicated. Gu Zeng has detected that my martial arts cultivation is not as good as Xiao Yu's.
To break through to the fourth level of Hongmeng, there won’t be many opportunities. So, Brother Sanqing, do you understand Gu’s painstaking efforts?”
Liu Sanqing had a look of helplessness on his face, but his tone was much more relaxed, and he joked: "City Master Zhong, if you hit the right mark, you will hit the mark wrongly. How can you be so thick-skinned and sound like you have good intentions?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he burst into laughter, and then said seriously: "Brother Sanqing, it's time for you to come out. If you continue to occupy your junior brother's body like this, it will eventually damage his yang energy."
Liu Sanqing also nodded, and then a white light emitted from Ying Ruge's body. Ying Ruge's body went limp and almost fell to the ground. But a gust of wind came slowly, and Ying Ruge's body floated to where Jian Yuting was standing.
Next to the passing tree, I sat down with my back against it.
Seeing that Ying Ruge lost the ability to move and fainted again, the princess in the distance could no longer suppress her emotions and ran towards this side again.
But before she could get closer, Zhong Xihou stood in front of her. It was really weird to see the mature beauty Lihua, who was supposed to be charming and charming, crying in the rain, with most of the original delicate makeup on her face already gone. It looked really weird like that.
.
"City Lord Zhong, maybe get out of the way and let me, let me see my tea..."
His eyes were sincere and his tone was full of pleading.
But the dark-faced man standing in front of her shook his head, and then his tone was cold and emotionless: "The Mo family is kind to him, but it would be unjust to abandon him. The younger brother has transferred all the twelve Qiyuan meridians to
He killed the owner of Mo Village and solved the crisis for the Mo family many times. Now my junior brother and your Mo family have settled their grudges and have nothing to do with each other in this life."