The eldest white-robed swordsman was happy when he heard this, but he was not angry. He said: "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. I'm just taking back some belongings from the Immortal Family..."
Without waiting for an explanation, Ying Ruge punched again.
Looking from a distance, I could see ripples emanating from the strange weather.
This time, no one was beaten away. Instead, Ying Ruge flapped her black feather wings and flew back four or five feet, widening the distance between the three of them. Looking closely, she saw the oldest white-robed swordsman.
The right palm was spread out, and a Bagua pattern stood in front of the three people like a shield. The touch of that punch, Xingchen Jue-Female Earth Bat could not even compare to one-tenth of this Bagua pattern.
The youngest white-robed swordsman saw his second senior brother using what he thought was the most useless move, and saw that the move was surprisingly useful. He and his other senior brother flew to the side of Ying Ruge.
The three of them formed a triangle formation and one after another destroyed the Xian family moves used by the second senior brother earlier.
"Bagua-Lock the Sky"!
Three Bagua patterns of the same size are like three high walls trapping Ying Ruge. The three Bagua patterns are getting closer and closer.
Ying Ruge shouted, and the huge black dragon roared and flew towards the youngest white-robed swordsman. At this moment, I was afraid that the youngest white-robed swordsman would secretly curse Ying Ruge.
For face, pick soft persimmons.
However, when the giant dragon hit the Bagua pattern and was instantly dissolved and dissipated, he showed a proud smile.
Kui Mulang looked a little depressed. Even the youngest white-robed swordsman, who was probably close to a hundred in terms of human age, was still not as calm as a young man. Even so, Ying Ruge's dilemma was still difficult to solve.
Ying Ruge flapped her wings and flew upwards, but she saw the eldest white-robed swordsman commanding his sword, shooting out thirteen sword auras. The sword aura seemed to recognize its master, and they all entangled Ying Ruge. He turned to the left, and the sword aura followed.
To the left, he turned to the right, and his sword energy followed suit.
Helpless, Ying Ruge had no choice but to use the "Star Art-Female Earth Bat" move. After all, she was at high altitude, and even though there was earthy energy in the air, the earthen wall where it gathered was still as vulnerable as paper.
Thirteen sword qi broke through this dispensable earth wall, but it only took four of them, leaving nine still chasing after Ying Ruge.
Kui Mulang stopped watching the show and drew out the mahogany basalt sword from Phoenix's back, and saw him taking off his wolf fang mask again and again. Time makes people grow old, and the former bloodthirsty Taoist Mu Zhitu is no longer young anymore.
If he lives a safe life, I'm afraid he has passed the age of worrying about his children's marriage.
"Master, don't be surprised, the evil disciples are not fighting for strength today!"
As soon as the words fell, a sword thrust out, which was the famous stunt of the past, "The Lord Conquers the Demon"!
I saw a sword thrust out, and the sword energy all over the sky fell rapidly like arrows. The sword energy was directed towards Ying Ruge, who was surrounded by Bagua patterns on three sides. Ying Ruge noticed that the sword energy was falling from high in the sky, and she did not dodge or dodge.
In the next scene, the sword energy all over the sky merged into one, turning into a transparent basalt sword, spinning and shooting down. Just as the remaining nine sword energy emitted by the white-robed swordsman were about to hit Ying Ruge, the transparent basalt sword was exactly the same.
Touching the head end of the nine sword energies.
The two sword energy collided, creating a tiny explosion, and Ying Ruge was slightly knocked back eight or nine steps by the impact.
The injured area was slightly red, and there were no scars on the skin, but there was just a little pain.
Ying Ruge raised her head and looked at Kui Mulang. He had taken off his mask and was kneeling on the back of Fengniao, panting heavily. When he saw this person who was also a master and servant, as well as a teacher and friend, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, indicating that
grateful.
Kui Mulang waved his hand, and only he knew that this sword would eventually cause fire and the moth would fly into the flames.
The sky where dark clouds gathered was faintly flashing bright yellow, and there were sudden bursts of thunder. Kuimu Lang looked up at the sky, with a helpless smile on his face, maybe his life was over.
When Ying Ruge saw this scene, she didn't care that the eldest white-robed swordsman made another move. She saw him wave his right hand downwards, and the fire-burning phoenix carrying Kuimulang neighed, like Ying Ruge.
Just like before, it folded its wings and swooped down.
"It's like a song, it can't be..."
Before the lingering sound dissipated, the fire-burning phoenix bird, which had long been reborn after Nirvana, had flown far down in just a moment. It was estimated that it would only take seven or eight more counts before it would smoothly send the bloodthirsty Taoist on its back to the small street in the city.
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Ying Ruge was distracted by this action, but saw a golden handprint that was four or five minutes larger than the others, and slapped him with a palm. His body was knocked away, and he couldn't do anything even if he flapped his wings.
He stabilized his body in the air, and when he stopped, his body had already hit the Bagua lines.
There was a fishy smell in my throat, I vomited a mouthful of black blood, and my vision was a little blurry.
Ying Ruge's eyes widened angrily, and she was somewhat awake. She was about to fight back, but misfortune never comes singly. Thunder fell from outside that day, and it struck without any hesitation!
Even though he was as arrogant as Ying Ruge, he couldn't help but scream in pain after being hit by the yellow and purple lightning, and he was in a state of utter distress.
The three white-robed swordsmen naturally understood the power of the thunder. At the moment when they were sure that the thunder would hit Ying Ruge, they destroyed the flying swords and moved backward quickly to avoid the fatal blow.
Looking at Ying Ruge again, the demon spots on his body began to fade away, and the pale and bloodless skin began to return to its original wheat color. What was even more terrible was the pair of black feather wings on his back. The feathers began to fall off.
Begin to disappear.
If Kui Mulang, who has returned to the ground, were to see such a scene, he would probably regret it and be unable to forgive himself. After years of forbearing, he would not be able to escape the eyes of the man in heaven.
Ying Ruge formed a red feather in her right hand, and before it could be burned away by fire, the youngest white-robed swordsman used a golden flying sword to break away from the "卍"-shaped sword formation, destroying the sword formation with lightning speed.
Burning red feather.
Ying Ruge naturally hates and has no choice but to say that his skills are inferior to others, so he cannot blame God.
Yan Xiao had thirteen disciples in his life, twelve of them were geniuses and monsters with excellent qualifications for cultivating immortals, and one was a mortal warrior with no destiny for immortality.
Ying Ruge is naturally one of the twelve monsters, but unfortunately, Yan Xiao used the wind-riding skill that he used well in the past, but Ying Ruge's fire is really bad.
I saw Ying Ruge forcefully urging the Xian family's martial arts body, and a streak of flames gradually formed between the eyebrows. I also saw the breath flowing, and gradually gathered at his feet and turned into a cloud. But helplessly, the cloud did not finally take shape, and there were no three.
A white-robed swordsman made things difficult and interrupted, then dispersed on his own.
The art of controlling the wind was no longer possible, so Ying Ruge tried another plan, snapping his fingers with his right hand, and saw a giant dragon shining with golden light emerge from the invisible. He adjusted his body and suddenly flew above the dragon's head.
Three white-robed swordsmen with celestial demeanor, riding on the Eight Diagrams pattern, destroyed thirteen flying swords, trapping a white-haired junior riding a golden dragon in the center. Looking at this scene, it is really hard to tell who is the real one.
Who is evil?
The youngest white-robed swordsman also found it interesting when he saw that this junior could use a move that was half Qiyuan and half immortal power.
"Second Senior Brother, this guy can do it."
I saw the eldest white-robed swordsman also nodded, expressing his approval of Ying Ruge. However, the middle-aged white-robed swordsman sighed with regret and heard him say: "It's a pity that he has become a demon and cannot enter me.
Sword Sect."
When Ying Ruge heard this, she couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "Even if I haven't been possessed by the devil, how could I possibly be embraced by you and others?"
The youngest white-robed swordsman was not happy. As his senior brother said, Ying Ruge had become possessed by the devil and could not join such a great sect of cultivating immortals as the Tianxia Sword Sect.
Seeing that his cultivation level is no longer reserved, murderous intent arises!
"I am thinking of the common people, and I would like to ask the Eternal Lord to lend me the Demon-Slaying Sword!"
As soon as the words fell, I saw that the sky, which was originally covered with dark clouds due to the torment of Ying Ruge, was broken one after another in an instant, and the sunlight shot down from the holes and illuminated the earth.
I heard another piercing cry, and I couldn't tell what kind of creature it was. The next moment, I saw a ray of blue light piercing through the dark clouds, making another hole in it.
A green three-foot long sword slowly fell, and the youngest
, the white-robed swordsman who claimed to be Nian Cangsheng flew forward and grabbed the demon-slaying sword of the Eternal Lord in his mouth.
Nian Cangsheng held the demon-slaying sword in his hand and struck it head-on. Nian Cangsheng's hands holding the demon-slaying sword began to shed their skin as if they were on fire, and the demon-slaying sword emitted ripples like clear water.
At the same moment, as if this demon-slaying sword was so strange, there was a faint thunder in the dark clouds. Seeing this, Ying Ruge jumped forward and jumped off the golden dragon. With a raise of her hand, the golden dragon jumped forward in the wind.
Dark clouds.
"Star Jue-Jiaomu Jiao!"
Ying Ruge clenched her right hand into a fist, raised her two fingers, raised her eyebrows, and pointed in the direction where the golden dragon disappeared. The movement ended, and when she heard the sound of bones breaking, Ying Ruge cried out in pain. Sure enough, this move was not mature yet.
, should not be activated at will.
Before Nian Cangsheng could stop his movements, he saw Ying Ruge falling faster, and even activated his flying sword to chase after her.
"Junior brother, no!"
The eldest swordsman in white robes just uttered four words, but it was already too late. He saw something flying out of the dark clouds at a speed that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.
The middle-aged white-robed swordsman saw it clearly and couldn't help but widen his eyes. It turned out to be a roaring dragon. It turned out to be the previous golden dragon wrapped in a layer of black and purple lightning.
It wasn't until the giant dragon wrapped in black and purple lightning hit Nian Cangsheng's back that a deafening thunder came from the sky.
"Junior brother!"
"O common people!"
I saw Nian Cangsheng's body like a broken leaf blown by the wind, and the demon-slaying sword he mentioned as the Eternal Lord also turned into blue smoke and disappeared.
Ying Ruge's right arm, which was also falling like him, had already dropped. She probably spit out a few mouthfuls of thick blood just now, and her teeth, which were originally pearly white, were stained red.
He grinned, extremely proud, but his eyes were actually fierce. He heard him say fiercely: "Even if I am going to be doomed, I will not let myself walk too lonely on the road to hell!"
The remaining two white-robed swordsmen were furious, and they all activated thirteen flying swords emitting golden light to shoot at Ying Ruge. The flying swords only flew half the distance, but were hit by another flying sword flying out of thin air.
Things interrupt.
It was actually just a simple sword energy, an icy blue sword energy shaped like a crescent moon.
The middle-aged white-robed swordsman looked towards the direction where the sword energy was flying, and what he saw was the same sword energy again.
He was seen waving the sword in his hand, intending to block this crescent-shaped ice-blue sword energy. However, this sword energy was too overbearing and actually forced him back several feet in the air.
The older white-robed swordsman had no time to be distracted when he saw another crescent-shaped ice-blue sword energy staring at him. He no longer had the demeanor of an elder, and he had already cursed this troublesome person in his heart.
Seeing him activating the thirteen flying swords that had been interrupted, they turned into a "swastika" again, barely blocking the sword energy.
"What Xiaoxiao did!"
The eldest white-robed swordsman showed no immortal grace and spoke angrily.
"Senior brother, go back to the sect first."
The eldest white-running swordsman nodded helplessly, and the thirteen flying swords flew towards Nian Cangsheng, who was falling rapidly, and flew away with him and the other two white-robed swordsmen.
Looking at Ying Ruge again, the oil has already run out and the lamp has dried up. It will only be a matter of time before it falls to the ground and dies.
This life is wandering, experiencing everything, like a revolving lantern playing in my mind.
"Yue'er, brother..."
Hate, hate, hate!
The ghost boy Dalang residing in his body was already too exhausted to show his magical powers after Ying Ruge turned into a ghost. He was crying, distressed, and hated, hated, hated!
Even though he and Dalang have become one, and there are few enemies in the world, but no matter what, the person who comes is not ordinary, and in the end he can only suffer from hatred.
One person hates that his reputation has not been established, his beloved wife has not come to the door, his revenge has not been avenged, his ambition has not been fulfilled.
One hates that his debts have not been repaid, his siblings have not met, his kindness has not been repaid, and his life has not been fulfilled.
One person and one ghost may disappear, and the six reincarnations will no longer be relevant.