Chapter 471: With the power of a sword, who will conquer the demon?
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Whoosh!
In Yanshan City, the wind was blowing fiercely, as if there were dark clouds pressing down on the top. The whole city was filled with depression, making it difficult to breathe.
"Living for death?"1
Yang Yu couldn't help but frown as he chewed on Lao Dao's words.
The magical power is so strange and ever-changing that it cannot be compared with martial arts, but this kind of magical power is a bit too weird.
If one possesses such magical powers and deliberately commits suicide, wouldn't it mean that he can become immortal indirectly?
"Born to die, no wonder, no wonder this person can take the four steps to become an immortal. I'm afraid he has lived this evil way for countless years..."
Tie Tufa struggled to get up, grinning.
He felt pain all over his body. Those wind blades had the ability to cut gold and iron. He forced himself to kill Feng Hao. It was equivalent to being chopped off a hundred times, and the bones were visible with the blades.
Chu Tianyi stood silently, his brows furrowed, activating his magical powers.
"Ancestor..."
Hearing Lu Qingting's voice, Gu Qingyi's face tightened slightly and she couldn't help but take a few steps forward: "Junior brother, he, he..."
"Your junior brother? Haha! Your ancestor wants to use this kid's life as the price to break my magical power!"
The overwhelming anger suddenly fell silent, and Taoist An chuckled, moody:
"What a pity, Zhang Sloppy, do you think that without Feng Hao's soul, I won't be able to activate 'Life for Death'?"
"There is no unbreakable magical power in this world..."
The old Taoist just shook his head:
"What's more, the level of your magical power is far from being squandered casually. The reason why you can 'live for death' and extend your life by two hundred is just to rely on a few wisps of ghosts from the old godly woman to urge the underworld."
It’s just a book…”
An Taoist took one step forward, his arrogance rising like fire, rising layer by layer:
"Zhang Slutty, do you know that every time I see your face like this, Master Tao wants to tear it to pieces!"
boom!
The rich blood energy rose up like a curtain, and then fell heavily. The sky turned red for a moment, and the city seemed to be burning with the frightening blood energy.
At the same time as the violently rising heat wave came, there was also an extremely violent and extremely cruel roar:
"Old bastard, die!"
boom!
In the burning blood light, the Andao people were like the legendary giant monsters and demons, exuding a terrifying aura.
However, his martial arts are as ethereal as those of an immortal, like a roc flapping its wings or a Kunpeng crossing the abyss, indescribable freedom and loneliness, domineering and ferocious.
Demon and fairy, two completely different auras, seemed to have reached the most perfect intersection in him.
With one arm rising and falling, the five flexed and stretched fingers seemed to pull down the sky, enveloping it in a deep darkness as thick as ink.
The power was so strong that everyone in the city was shocked.
"Shidu."
Yang Yu's heart beat violently for a moment. The blood demon in front of him showed an aura that was completely different from that of a normal warrior.
But in just a moment, everyone's eyes, including him, fell on the 'old Taoist'.
"My beautiful lady, what can I do, what can I do..."
Looking at the bloody color that was pressing down from the sky, Zhang sloppily sighed, and the scene from that year seemed to reappear before his eyes.
What a pity for that young Taoist who aspires to become an immortal and wants to continue the broken path in ancient times...
Only Lu Qingting heard the gentle sigh. At this moment, he felt that his spirit suddenly rose to a height beyond imagination.
'The realm of the ancestor!'
Lu Qingting's mind and body trembled, like a fish swimming in a pond, almost crazy when seeing the vastness of the ocean. 2
call!
It seemed like a moment, or even less than a moment, when the old Taoist took a step forward and pointed like a sword:
"Come!" 1
Zheng~
As if Ruosuo's words were followed, Zhang Sloppy pointed his finger forward, and the sound of a sword that sounded like a dragon's roar rang in everyone's ears.
"That is……"
The moment the sword sound came to his ears, Yang Yu almost thought it was the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword jumping out of the Cauldron of Gluttony. He looked around and saw where the sound of the sword was coming from.
It was originally a simple sword, but it seemed to have been pulled out of the ground where it had been dusty for many years, and it was stained with rust.
But in just a moment, all the rust on the sword had fallen off, and it burst out with an extremely sharp edge that was eye-catching.
Buzz~
Like thunder falling from the sky across the dark night, its speed was extremely fast. Before Zhang's sloppy words fell, they had already fallen between his five fingers.
Snap!
After the crisp sound of holding the sword, there was Zhang Xiu's calm but without any edge in his voice:
"You have wasted a thousand years and have not made any progress except to blame others. But I know you have not..." 1
Zheng!
With one stroke of the sword, yin and yang are divided!
The sound of wind and thunder that burst out in an instant resounded throughout the world, and everyone's attention was attracted inside and outside the city.
I saw a sword energy shining brightly from the ground to the sky, splitting the air flow, turning red, and even everything.
In less than a moment, the sword energy, which was tens of feet long, had already cut everything in front of it into two. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if the sky had been cut open!
Seven Tribulations Sword, Yin and Yang are divided!
The brilliance of a sword is so great.
At this moment, whether it was Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Gu Qingyi, or Wang Muzhi who was watching the battle from a distance outside the city, they couldn't help but look moved.
The Seven Tribulations Sword Technique was familiar to everyone present.
During the half year that Yang Yu had been in Xuankong Mountain, he had seen a Taoist practicing sword moves more than once. However, even Mr. Lin Er's superb sword moves were far less than one-tenth of what he saw here.
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There was no trace of man-made artifacts in this sword, and with his superhuman perception, he couldn't see any flaws or omissions.
This is something that comes out of familiarity and comes naturally.
Like the mountain breeze, like the flowing clouds, like the rising and setting of the sun, like birth, old age, sickness and death...
Gulu
That's how it should be, that's how it should be!
"Skills are as close to the Tao as magical powers!"
Such a thought flashed through Yang Yu's mind, and then:
How do I fight this?! 4
Boom!
The sword energy, which had been restrained to the limit, exploded completely in an instant. Thousands of streams of light raged across the sky, shattering all the blood-colored mist and air currents.
No one would have expected that this Martial Saint level battle would only last for such a short period of time.
But everything just happened.
Until the old Taoist returned the sword to its sheath in full view of everyone, and the Blood Demon staggered to his knees, no one had yet woken up from the shock of the previous moment.
Click!
There was a sound of earth and stone shattering. This was the sound of the city tower and the city wall of Yanshan City being split into two by the sharp sword energy.
Further away, there are still deep marks on the ground.
"Knot, it's over..."
Iron Step Technique is like waking up from a dream. Looking around, his eyes are all dull and frightened.
"Seven Tribulations, Seven Tribulations Sword..."
Chu Tianyi's fingers were trembling, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. As a swordsman, no one was more frightened than him.
It was just a sword, but he felt ashamed and frustrated that he was not worthy of holding a sword...
"Zhang……"
The Gorefiend rested his elbows on the ground, with a thick pool of blood underneath him. He raised his head stiffly, and there was a line of blood running from the center of his eyebrows to his chin.
Through the throat and under the clothes...
Defeated!
One thousand two hundred years later, he was once again defeated at the hands of his old enemy.
It was not that he had never thought about this scene, but he never imagined that this time, he would be defeated so miserably.
Thousands of years ago, in order to suppress himself, this old Taoist traveled all over the country and used all possible means to nail himself to death.
But now...
"One sword, one sword..."
Amidst the hoarse and pitiful laughter, An Daoren supported his body, sat down cross-legged, and let the blood flow.
"You have given up on martial arts, but you are unable to practice and improve your magical powers. You have also forgotten all Taoism and magic. You only care about Taoism, fruit, and immortality. You are as paranoid as a demon..."
Returning the sword to its sheath, the old Taoist showed no sadness or joy, his expression was calm:
"Actually, it's nothing more than that."
"Haha, hahaha!"
As if he was deeply hurt by the comments of his old enemy, Andaoren laughed loudly, and the blood and tears of laughter flowed together:
"Zhang Sugao, Zhang Sugao, you are a heavenly being, you are a banished immortal. It's a pity that if you want to kill me, you will also perish..."
The laughter stopped, and his eyes became fierce and arrogant:
"Exchange one for two, Master Tao will not lose anything!"
Hearing this, the old Taoist fell silent for a moment, and Lu Qingting's voice sounded:
"With a poor and weak body, being able to return to heaven in exchange for ten capitals is really a very good deal! Patriarch, disciples have nothing to fear!"
"Grandmaster, is his magical power really unbreakable?!"
Gu Qingyi couldn't help but step forward.
She and Lu Qingting share the same love as siblings, but how can they bear to let him die?
Yang Yu glanced at Chu Tianyi, who was silent, and took a step forward: "I dare to ask the real person, what is this demon's magical power?"
The moment the Blood Demon first appeared, he had already urged him to use Tongyou. However, his level of magical power was not as high as this Taoist's, and it was impossible to see his fate or flaws.
Even now, the sight was still filled with blood mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Live for death."
After a short period of meditation, An Daoren had restrained all his depression, but his expression was still very bad:
"The magical power of the poor Taoist has no killing power, but it has the miraculous effect of preserving life and prolonging life. If you are a member of the ten categories, killing me is like killing yourself!" 2
"So weird?!"
Hearing this, several people frowned, and Tie Tafa's already clenched fists couldn't help but loosen.
This magical power is too evil.
Just imagine, you spend your whole life to kill the enemy, but in the blink of an eye, the enemy takes over your body...
How terrifying is this?
"In this world, there is no unbreakable magical power for reading books."
The old Taoist spoke:
"Thousands of years ago, the old Taoist dragged you to death with your rotten body, which was the solution. Today, it is just a repeat of the past!
Without Feng Hao’s ghost, how many times can you use the Mingshu?"
The old Taoist looked as usual, explained something to everyone, then stepped forward and gave directions:
"Death is like a lamp going out, go with the old way!"
"etc!"
Seeing Zhang Sloppy's decisiveness, An Daoren finally couldn't stand it any longer, and his face turned extremely ugly:
"Zhang Slutty, I admit defeat today, how about we wait for the next reincarnation in the fantasy world and decide who is better?! At least, you don't have to drag your disciples to die together..."
"It's just life and death. Since you claim to be an immortal, why do you do such an ugly thing? It's just for people to look down upon..."
Zhang Laodao chuckled and handed it down with one finger.
But he pointed it right on Yang Yu's palm, and the old Taoist frowned.
Yang Yu glanced at the ferociously laughing ghost baby and asked: 1