Lincheng Huamo Chapter 98: A powerful enemy invades
After a bloody battle, Yan Yunqi was retreated. Yun Liu'er was enjoying himself, but then he heard a loud noise, and then a colorful light spread out from the west. Yun Liu'er was confused. That direction was naturally the direction of the Mo family's Tianshui Villa. How about Tianshui Villa?
The Mo brothers noticed it earlier than Yun Liuer, and when they had time to look at each other, Ying Ruge took one step ahead of Mo Ming, and used his exquisite movements to rush towards Tianshui Villa.
Mo Ming followed, already anxious.
Seeing the two people leaving, neither Yan Yunqi nor the Lincheng guards made any move. The ghost-hand Cang Feng walked directly towards Yun Liu'er, and before Yun Liu'er drew his sword, he heard the king of thieves say: " It seems that your status is not bad, Master Zuoxiang will ask you to come to Mo County."
Yun Liu'er, however, glanced sideways at Guishou Cangfeng and said disdainfully: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't help myself, this kind of thing with Aza would be what you and other rats would do."
Upon hearing this, Guishou Cangfeng couldn't help laughing, but this laughter made Yun Liu'er at a loss.
But in the dark, Wu Dao and Duan Qian, one was calm and composed, while the other was anxious and turned into a monkey.
Wu Dao rewarded Duan Qian with a chestnut again and said: "Why are you so anxious? Didn't the second brother already arrange for someone? Besides, there are only one or two people in the golden elixir stage in Tianxia Sword Sect. If those qi-training dolls can If you hurt Little Thirteen, then Little Thirteen is not worthy of becoming Master's disciple."
When Duanqiang heard this, he thought it made sense, and then he hurt Chun Beiqiu and said: "Third brother, do you think you are angry or not? Why is little Thirteen's life so good? There are people protecting him everywhere."
About half a quarter of an hour later, the two brothers arrived at Tianshui Villa. What they saw in front of them was that the mountain gate was still as majestic as a great sect in the past. The dragon pillars were destroyed, the plaques were broken, and the stone steps were full of potholes.
Back in the village, the servants and guards suffered heavy casualties, not as bad as today's Yan Yunqi.
How could Mo Ming not recognize the old woman holding the broom behind her back? When she was a child, she always pestered her to listen to the stories at the foot of the mountain. Those disciples whose swords had been destroyed and died in hideous forms also watched her practice swordsmanship in the martial arts field many times. I hope I can learn some tricks secretly. That little girl’s name should be Lingbo, and that boy’s grin will reveal that he is missing a tooth...
All kinds of things, everything you see before your eyes, turn into anger.
Look again, in the sky above the square, a group of people in white are stepping on flying swords, their clothes are elegant, like immortals.
Before he could react, Linghu Changkong had already rushed forward, but he heard this Asai man yell "Skinny horse"!
A ray of green light struck, Linghu Changkong stretched out his hand to hold the sword left by Liu Sanqing in his hand. Linghu Changkong stepped forward and jumped up several feet. Then, the flying sword of the man in white rose in the air, reaching a height of It has long been beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Ying Ruge pondered for a moment and fell to the ground in despair. At this moment, she wished she could tear off her face and openly and openly kill these unknown people as the young master of the Mo family.
However, anger is not worth mentioning in the face of the real difference in strength.
Several black shadows flashed past, and eleven people stood in front of Ying Ruge. All eleven people were wearing Rakshasa armor, dressed in black, and barefoot. What they held in their hands was not a long sword, but various swords of different styles. Weapon-like.
Mo Ming was also surprised when such a group of people appeared in the Mo family.
But I heard a man in black who was leaning on a dragon head crutch and had a rickety figure. He could tell at a glance that he was an old woman. He said in a deep voice: "You two young masters, please step back first. We have been hiding from the catastrophe for too long. It is difficult to take action." Know the importance."
Ying Ruge was as obedient as a puppy. He flew back and returned to Mo Ming. He frowned slightly and looked at Mo Ming. But Mo Ming just stared at these eleven people.
Mo Ming suddenly spoke, but what he said made Ying Ruge a little surprised.
"Changkong, have you ever interacted with the Ghost Controller from Muhan Tower?"
What does Mo Ming mean by this? Could it be that he is too stupid and it has been known?
"The Lord Controlling Ghosts is accompanied by thirteen people, who are the Thirteen Evils of Tianluan, named after the stars. These thirteen people are all negative armor. It can be seen that these eleven seniors are quite similar to Tianluan.
For similarity.”
Ying Ruge didn't know how to answer. He looked at the eleven black-clothed Rakshasa carefully, but he could only smile bitterly. What he did was actually done by his predecessors.
The immortals in the sky are still cool and unrestrained, but the methods of the eleven black-clothed Rakshasa are also extraordinary. I saw the old woman with the dragon-head crutch earlier took a long breath, and her originally flat belly suddenly bulged like a pigskin ball.
.The next moment, the old woman with the dragon's head turned towards the immortals in the sky gave a long roar, like a bat but with the roar of a dragon.
Ying Ruge already understood before the old lady Long Touai made her move that this was a rare sound skill in the world. The moment the old lady Long Touai made her move, Ying Ruge stood in front of Mo Ming, with her arms spread wide and twelve knives.
The void sword formed a ring in front of him.
Sure enough, although the sound waves were directional, they would eventually affect others, and the atmosphere began to tremble. Just as the aftermath was about to affect others, another tall and thin old man coughed. Wonderful, the scattered sound waves converged like a white beam of light, concentrating.
Shooting towards the immortals in the sky.
The white-clothed immortals each performed hand seals, and a dozen transparent Bagua patterns showed dazzling lights of various colors. No matter how the sound waves collided, there were only microwave ripples on the Bagua patterns.
The immortal at the back smiled with disdain on his face, but in the next moment, he had no choice but to regret it.
An old man as thin as a monkey jumped into the air, waved his hands, and then landed.
The wind remains the same, the clouds remain the same, but the next moment, the wind and clouds move.
Ten immortals tried to stop him one after another. Some of them had blood holes on their shoulders, and blood seeped out, leaving a trail of blood on their flawless white robes.
Even though he was injured, it was not a problem. However, the young immortal with a contemptuous smile was unsteady and swaying in the air with his flying sword. Fortunately, he was protected by other brothers and did not fall.
The young immortal looked fiercely at the skinny monkey and the man in black on the ground, but felt his ears buzzing and the pain was unbearable. Then, he only heard "rustling" and "rustling"
", the sound of ten holes breaking through the sky was transmitted to human ears. Visible to the naked eye, it was as if the sky was cut with ten holes for a moment.
"Damn you, Wind, Fire, Sky and Thunder Cone!" The young immortal, regardless of his demeanor, cursed and revealed the origin of the moves of the skinny monkey man in black.
The skinny monkey old man had a helpless voice and replied: "The Immortal has promoted me, but I am incompetent. I cannot reproduce the style of the Wind, Fire and Heavenly Thunder. It hurts the Immortal's style. It is just an ordinary three-sided thunder cone."
After hearing this explanation, it was painless and painless for ordinary people. After hearing this, the young immortal became more angry. If he was injured by a mortal with the wind, fire and thunder cone, he would not lose face in front of his colleagues in the future. But this ant
Mortals actually say that it is just an ordinary triangular pyramid. Even if it has the power of thunder, it is still an ordinary triangular pyramid.
The anger was hard to dissipate, and this young immortal suddenly became murderous again because of this.
With a wave of his sword finger, the sword box opened behind him, and three flying swords flew out from the sword box and shot towards the ground quickly.
A man in black with a heavy hammer in his hand turned around and threw the heavy hammer at the flying sword. In a duel between warriors, swords are afraid of hammers, but in this confrontation, one is an immortal in the sky and the other is a warrior on the ground. Three swords versus heavy hammers
, but saw sparks flying everywhere, but not as the young immortal thought, the heavy hammer was cut and scrapped by the flying sword.
The heavy hammer hit the ground, creating a big crater, and the three flying swords flew back to their masters like cocks defeated in a fight.
The young immortal became even more angry and before he could make another killing move, he was stopped by his elder brother.
"After practicing for nearly a hundred years, I am like a naughty child in the world. After returning to the mountain, I should go to the Duan Nian Pavilion to meditate for ten years."
The young immortal felt even more aggrieved, but he did not dare to say anything, so he had to fly aside and wait for orders.
Another old man with a white beard urged the flying sword to slowly fall to the ground until it was no more than a foot higher than everyone else before urging the sword to levitate. This man had white hair and a white beard. Although his face was old, his skin looked as radiant as that of a young man. Behind him
With a long sword and a fly whisk in hand, he is truly an immortal.
Ying Ruge looked at them carefully, but she was a little confused as to why these immortal cultivators were different from their master and several senior brothers. But to be fair, just looking at their appearance, these white-clothed ones looked more like immortals.
I once made good friends with Sanqing and drank happily. My friend told me that whether it is the soul of the sword, the soul of the sword, the heart of the sword, or other things, most of them are born and rarely acquired. Even though Liu Sanqing has outstanding talent,
Most of the exercises can be copied at least seventy-eight points after seeing them once, but after all, they are not truly understood after seeing them.
The difference in talent cannot be changed no matter how hard you try, but there is one thing that cannot be said to be talent.
That thing is, nourishing war with war, it is the spirit of war.
Liu Sanqing once said with a smile that if he had no dust in his heart and no worries, then even if the Ghost Controller and the Destroying Sword Master were combined into one, they would not be his opponent Liu Sanqing. However, it is difficult to understand the great road, and it is impossible to escape the dust
Happiness is boring after all. Otherwise, you can help Ying Ruge temper her immortal body and soul. If you encounter some bastard immortals one day and you can't beat them, run faster and you can beat them. Don't miss this tempering battle.
Opportunity for the soul.
When Ying Ruge thinks about this, her eyebrows feel slightly hot, just like a mortal's hands feel itchy when meeting an opponent.
Looking at the game again, the old woman who first used the sound skill took a few steps forward with a dragon-headed crutch, saluted the immortal, and then said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "The Mohist family has been established in Daye for more than eight hundred years.
The ancestors and the immortals also share the same path. I was lucky enough to have a little bit of experience in the Mohist family, and I lived seventy or eighty years longer than the ordinary old woman who spent seventy years without a candle..."
As we get older, we are prone to nagging, but ordinary people are not used to hearing others nagging, which will only cause headaches.
"Whether the ancestors of the Mohist family are the same as our generation, there is no way to know. Ordinary earthworms are not invisible for more than two hundred years." As soon as he finished speaking, the elder immortal waved his fly whisk again, and several gusts of wind struck the old woman like flying blades.
It was the heavy-hammered man in black, standing in front of the old woman like a ghost.
Even though he is a mortal warrior, after all, it is difficult for human strength to compete with the immortals in the sky. In an instant, he was crushed by the hammer, and he fell backwards. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his combat effectiveness was almost lost.
It was no longer difficult for Ying Ruge to be alone, so she said without hesitation: "Brother, do you know what my relationship is with the Venerable Muhanlou?"
Mo Ming was curious, but remained silent.
"The Master Controlling Ghosts can be for Linghu Changkong, but Linghu Changkong is not the Master Controlling Ghosts." Although the words were short, the emotion of speaking was restrained. Then, there was a loud shout, and twelve flying swords with different shapes emerged.
The stone floor broke out of the ground and surrounded him.
Then, I heard the neighing of a phoenix, and directly above it, a flaming phoenix folded its feathers and leaned down.
Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge and still didn't say a word.
Yingruge tapped her foot lightly and stepped onto the phoenix. Twelve spiritual swords surrounded her body like guardians. With a wave of Yingruge, the sky sword flew towards her and was held in her hand.
A sword move is made, which is the famous move "White Cloud Swordsmanship - Endless Sea of Flowers". However, the sword energy is divided into two, and then divided into four, until there are hundreds and thousands, and the shape of the sword energy changes again, and the shape is like a yellow flower.
Falling in the air.
When the immortals saw the twelve spiritual swords in Ying Ruge, their eyes were filled with greed. Wasn't it just for these spiritual swords that they came here today?
This is my true thought, but it cannot be expressed in words. One of the immortals said disdainfully: "The earthworm shakes the tree!"
As soon as the words fell, the flying sword faced the ten thousand sword energy. I thought that the flying sword would be like a sickle cutting wheat, but instead, the blade was broken into pieces and the sword was destroyed.
Ying Ruge also didn't know why her sword was like that of an immortal in the sky, but no more than a child. In terms of cultivation, these people in black clothes and face armor should have broken through the fifth level of Hongmeng and become great masters in the world.
Goodbye, the Bagua patterns of different colors blocked the sky full of yellow flowers, and then the wind struck from far away. As I got closer, I finally realized that it was not the wind of the atmosphere, but the extremely pure sword energy.
A blast of sword energy broke through the twelve trigrams.
The elder immortal's eyes twitched, and without any more movement, he urged the flying sword to fly towards
Go up. The disciples behind him did not ask any further questions, but also urged them to use their flying swords, following closely behind him.
The black-clothed masters of the Mo family did not move, but Ying Ruge was unwilling to let the tiger go back to the mountain. The phoenix on its mount neighed and chased after the immortals.
"Changkong..." Mo Ming shouted harshly, but could not call back his sworn brother.
When the white-clothed immortals saw a young master from the Mo family chasing after him on a phoenix, they couldn't help but frown. The detailed report did not mention that there were immortal cultivators in Tianshui Villa. Looking at this junior, his cultivation level must be good.
The two young-looking immortals Feijian hurriedly turned around to face Ying Ruge, but they saw that the thin horse sword and the picking ax were facing the two of them, the sword light was strong and merciless.
The two immortals each show their abilities, one is fire and the other is ice.
But he saw dozens of fireballs flying towards him on one side, and countless ice cones on the other side. Ying Ruge jumped up, and the flaming phoenix instantly turned into ashes, and the ice and fire touched each other and were completely destroyed.
Afterwards, Ying Ruge's upper body and robes were burned by the fire, and then her black hair turned white, her eyes turned red, and her naked upper body was covered with black monster spots. Her body curled up, and then she struggled to open it, and the black feathered wings on her back broke through the flesh.
The sword in the sky and the ax of picking weeds are held in hand again, it is for the devil to come to the world.
The ghosts, ghosts and phoenixes of the underworld come to visit, and Fengting Yaxu is about to suffer the catastrophe of the world!
When the immortals saw the demonic appearance of another young master of the Mo family, their hearts trembled. Who is this junior?
Mo Ming, who was standing on the ground, whispered softly: "Linghu Changkong, Ying Ruge, little brother, little brother, who are you?"
As he spoke, his eyes changed slightly, a bit evil and sycophantic. If he looked at others, it would probably send chills down his spine.
"Quickly retreat!" the elder immortal shouted sternly, but the two ice and fire immortals didn't care, they only wanted to eliminate the demons.
Goodbye, the ice and fire are coming, and the corners of Ying Ruge's mouth are slightly opened, just in contempt.
The sword in the left hand is "White Cloud Dog". The wind disperses and the clouds gather, and the shape is changeable, like a horse or a dog. The fish leaps, snakes swim and pounces on the fire magic immortal. In the right hand, he picks the weed ax, and the sword urges the sword to move "Mountain City Mingwang Destroys the Wheel"
"Cut", the half-moon blade, gold with red, slashed at the ice magic immortal.
With just one sword and one sword, a junior in his twenties forcefully forced back two immortals who had been practicing for hundreds of years. Their power was terrifying and unmatched.
Fortunately, another immortal who was as white and fat as Maitreya came forward in time, transformed into a big bell, and wrapped the two fellow disciples, so they were spared.
Ying Ruge's chest was burning like fire. This feeling was painful but irresistible. It was the location of the twelve meridians, which were expanding rapidly, and a steady stream of energy flowed throughout the body.
Ying Ruge let go of her right hand, and the Picking Weed Ax floated obediently beside her body, and surrounded the master's side together with the other ten spiritual swords.
Then he changed the Changkong Sword to his right hand, moved his wrist slightly, and the beautiful sword flower appeared, and then stabbed out with a sword, heading straight towards the fat white immortal.
The fat white immortal used his ultimate move, but lacked immortal power. Without waiting for a reaction, he only felt a slight pain in his neck and his body was in a different place. When his fellow disciples saw this change, they were all stunned on the spot.
Ying Ruge lightly licked the remaining blood on the sword, then spat it out.
"Immortal in the sky? Compared with my senior brothers, he is just mediocre."
The battlefield was high in the sky. Mo Ming and those in black on the ground couldn't hear what Ying Ruge said, but the scene just now was really shocking. The people in black tried their best, but their opponents were defeated by the new young village owner.
, killed with one sword. I don’t know whether to sigh, a hero comes from a young age, or the next generation can be feared and should be feared.
The elder immortal had lost his demeanor, but he could only hold back his anger and gave the order, "Go!"
One word, how helpless. The dignity of the immortal sect may be gone. However, compared with the head on the neck, it is worth a few spiritual stones and a few immortal coins.
Until everyone left, Ying Ruge lost her demonic form, and the flaming phoenix reappeared, carrying its master on its back.
Ying Ruge slowly landed on the ground. After all, her mortal body was strained. Ying Ruge was now feeling as if her body was hollowed out and she was gasping for air. Just now, in order to avoid cracks in her face, she deliberately spread herself to protect her. Now that she thinks about it, her proficiency is still poor after all, so she can't.
Use this magic power as you wish.
Mo Ming stepped forward and asked with concern: "Changkong, are you tight?"
"It's okay, it's just that I, Linghu Changkong, can't control the power of Ying Ruge after all. My brother is laughing at me."
Mo Ming frowned slightly, how should we understand this?
Without waiting for further questions, eleven Mo family men in black walked towards Mo Ming, and then knelt down on one knee. The same old man with a crooked head and a dragon head said, "Two young masters, those cultivators can finally transcend the mortal realm.
, the old woman is incompetent and fails to live up to her expectations."
Mo Ming's eyes changed slightly, becoming moist and affectionate. If a girl with haircuts saw her, she would probably give her heart to the young master of the Mo family.
"Senior's words are serious. No matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, how can you compete with the immortals? If you are an ordinary martial artist, your seniors will have the ability to fight, but after all, they are immortals." Then Mo Ming looked at the direction where the immortals were leaving, and couldn't help but
He lamented, "There are very few immortals in this world. Even if there are some, how can we fight against them with one against ten."
The thin monkey old man using the triangular pyramid reminded him, "Young Master, is it possible that the Second Young Master is a worldly immortal?"
When Mo Ming heard this, he opened his eyes and then looked at Ying Ruge.
Seeing everyone looking at her, Ying Ruge couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and replied: "Brother, seniors, Changkong has not stepped into the path of immortality. He only used many spiritual swords and secretly learned from the master of ghost control in Muhan Tower.
Bit by bit. Without the blessing of these spiritual swords, I would not be as good as your predecessors."
"If we can make good friends with the master who controls ghosts, we may be able to help our Mo family survive this calamity." When the leader's old woman's words were heard by the Mo brothers, they all had different feelings.
Before Mo Ming could make any arrangements, he heard a dragon roar and a black dragon leaped into the sky from another part of the Mo family. The momentum was so fierce that it shook the sky and touched the earth.
Everyone said "Oops" in unison!
Then, everyone showed off their skills and flew towards the giant dragon.