Marshal Lei shook the ancient sword in his hand, his eyes were introverted, and there was a cold and dead silence in them.
The next moment, Marshal Lei's figure swept away, and he followed the sword, heading towards Zhang Yuelu in the air.
Zhang Yuelu floats and moves, white cloud shoes stepping on the void, causing ripples of Qi in the shape of lotus flowers, like ripples on the water surface, one step at a time creating a lotus.
After the two got close, they exchanged swords against each other.
In an instant, like a battlefield killing, there were countless clanging sounds of metal collisions, and sword energy continued to escape and shoot out.
I saw that every time the two of them drew their swords, they would leave a sword mark visible to the naked eye in the night sky. Looking from a distance, Zhang Yuelu's sword marks were the white of lotus flowers, and Marshal Lei's sword marks were the purple of thunder and lightning. The two could not fight.
For a long time, many sword marks have been left in the air. These sword marks are criss-crossed, distinct in color, and linger for a long time, cutting the dark night into pieces.
Marshal Lei casually threw away the ancient sword in his hand and let it float in the air. He made sword secrets with one hand and waved his sleeve with the other hand, turning the thunder and lightning on the sword into hundreds of swords and pouring them down on his head, densely packed like a torrential downpour.
Zhang Yuelu waved the paper sword in his hand, and Peiran's sword energy suddenly burst out. The sword energy on the three-foot sword poured down like a long river, scattering those thunder swords that were far sharper than ordinary weapons.
There was no wind in Marshal Lei's robes. I don't know if it was caused by his own true energy or Zhang Yuelu's majestic sword energy. He looked calm and pointed the sword in the sky, saying calmly: "Get up."
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The ancient sword that had been hanging by Marshal Lei's side was pulled by the true energy. After it circled a full moon arc, its speed became faster and faster, as if it turned into a purple electric light, and finally it was so fast that the sword body was no longer visible.
Naturally, the "sword-controlling skills" of a heavenly spirit practitioner cannot be compared to that of an innate person. There is no need to be particular about light and thin flying swords. Even a three-foot long sword can be used as a flying sword and can be commanded like an arm.
In terms of power, a three-foot long sword is naturally far superior to a three-inch flying sword.
Although Marshal Lei's sword cannot reach the level of the immortal's "sword flying thousands of miles and beheading people", it should not be underestimated.
The flying sword from thousands of miles away destroyed the first peak in Zhongnan.
The speed was so fast that the sword light flashed by, followed by thunder and lightning that lingered for a long time.
Facing this sword, Zhang Yuelu's heart was as calm as water, and he displayed all the "Sword Scroll" and "Heart Scroll" of the "Cihang Pudu Sword Code". The sword's heart was clear, and he looked in all directions with his mind's eye. The sword in his hand then moved all over his body.
It is so tightly guarded that no matter how fast your "sword control skills" are, there is no chance to take advantage of it.
In just an instant, Marshal Lei's ancient sword collided with Zhang Yuelu's paper sword no less than a hundred times. Although the speed of "sword control" has exceeded the limit of holding a long sword, and it is sharp and ruthless, Zhang Yuelu only needs to guard the three feet in front of him.
, there is no need to circle around like a flying sword, the moving distance is shorter, and it can adapt to all changes without changing, so Marshal Lei's sword failed to achieve success in the end.
Marshal Lei was not frightened, but the sword technique in his hand changed again.
Now that you have mastered the skill of swordsmanship, you can kill the dragon wherever there is one.
The true energy is injected into the ancient sword, and turns into rolling thunder and lightning through the ancient sword, making it fly away in the air again like a thunder dragon.
This sword is called "Cang Lei", and even a person who has never learned the thunder method can draw thunder and lightning as long as he holds this sword.
Above the night, the wind and clouds changed color, and the clouds were like the water of the rivers in the flood season, stirring endlessly.
Zhang Yuelu did not dodge, and let go of the paper sword transformed from the "no photographic paper" in his hand, letting it hang in the air on its own. The whole body glowed with colorful light, and he saw that the paper sword turned into two, two into three, three into infinity, and countless sword shadows.
Her back spread out like a peacock's tail.
Behind Zhang Yuelu, a statue of the Hundred-Handed Guanyin, which is more than three feet tall, appears. It is different from any statue of Guanyin seen in the temple. There are no pure bottles, willow branches and other magical objects in the hands of this Hundred-hand Guanyin.
He held a paper sword.
This is the "Hundred Swords Guanyin".
Compared to
The other three sword techniques, "Cihang Pudu Sword Code", are less sharp and murderous, and more compassionate, making the attack and defense more perfect.
Zhang Yuelu performs mudra with both hands.
A hundred swords move together like a hundred flowers blooming.
Above the night, countless sword energy criss-crossed.
As a last resort, Marshal Lei had to temporarily put away his "sword control skills" and stretched out his hand to hold the long sword. The vast sea of Qi from heaven and man began to exert force, like the surge of the sea, like the agitation of wind and thunder, using force to overcome cleverness.
The sword curtain is long.
Marshal Lei held a long sword and kept drawing a circle, like an iron curtain, letting hundreds of real and illusory swords swarm and shoot out layer by layer, hitting the sword curtain and constantly annihilating and dissipating.
The sword energy intertwined with thunder and lightning, making a chirping sound.
Qi Xuansu, who was watching the battle, originally thought that Zhang Yuelu would return in vain, but he never thought that after a hundred swords, the hundred swords would return to one and turn into a single line of swords. With a point of breaking the face, he penetrated the sword curtain that was already at the end of its powerful crossbow and stabbed Marshal Lei in the chest.
A ball of blood exploded.
Marshal Lei was frightened and angry, and responded unceremoniously regardless of his injuries.
The thunderous sword light flashed away, and the snow-white Dharma phase collapsed, turning into fireflies all over the sky, like fireflies flying, or like heavy snow falling.
Zhang Yuelu appeared and floated back more than ten feet before she stopped, relying on the streamers on her body to fly in the air. The "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" she wore produced layers of white.
On the clouds, there are strands of thunder and lightning that are winding like little snakes.
Zhang Yuelu shook up the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on his body to disperse the tiny thunder snakes on his body. He raised the paper sword in his hand again and pointed it at Marshal Lei standing opposite.
At this time, Marshal Lei was also feeling uncomfortable. Zhang Yuelu's previous sword was not the work of Cihang's lineage, but the magical power of the "Six Void Tribulations". The power of the Six Tribulations took root, starting from Marshal Lei's chest to his limbs.
The corpses spread, and Marshal Lei had to suppress them with all his strength. Fortunately, he was
Jie was a step ahead of Zhang Yuelu, and he could barely suppress it by defeating ten levels with one force, but he still paid a certain price. I saw thin streams of blood slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, leaving traces on his face.
He did not wipe the blood line, but stretched out his hand to hold his ancient sword again, and said in a cold voice: "As expected of the little master of Tiangang Hall, he is awesome, I admire you."
Zhang Yuelu didn't answer, but just waved the paper sword in his hand and fired out a stream of sword energy, forcing Marshal Lei to block with his sword horizontally. His whole body's energy shook, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Marshal Lei was subject to the "Six Void Tribulations" and his cultivation was damaged. However, the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand was much stronger than Marshal Lei's ancient sword. And as Qiniang said, with the guidance of famous teachers and the crystallization of the wisdom of the predecessors, it was far better.
One person was rubbing alone, so when the two of them were fighting, Marshal Lei was temporarily at a disadvantage.
After taking a hard blow from the sword, Marshal Lei no longer fought hard. He just shot out lightning sword energy one after another, like gangrene attached to the bone, focusing on resolving the "Six Void Tribulations" in his body.
Zhang Yuelu gently shook the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body, using the cloud energy surrounding her body to block the incoming sword energy. Her eyes were like the bright moon, her skin was like jade, her green hair was tied with a jade hairpin, her white clothes were filled with cloud energy, and her arms were
Surrounded by colorful streamers, holding a paper sword, his expression is calm and his figure is ethereal, just like a fairy descending from heaven.
Her face was as calm as water, showing no signs of emotion or anger, and another sword flew towards her.
Marshal Lei's figure plummeted downwards.
Zhang Yuelu came after him again, and Marshal Lei had no choice but to fight back with his sword.
In an instant, the ancient sword and paper sword in his hand struck each other more than ten times in succession, like more than ten thunderclaps, piercing the eardrums.
If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Just now, Marshal Lei blocked more than ten swords in a row. However, he failed at the last moment. There was still a sword that could not be blocked. It fell on the chest, tearing out a long wound and filling the air with blood mist.
However, Marshal Lei also suddenly accelerated his speed with this sword, and his figure was like a meteor, falling towards Zhenwu Lake below.