Chapter 930: Master Jiu Also Has Special Skills

The man in white pursed his lips, and looked at the two people in the sky: "I have been chasing for several days, and I am really tireless. Brother Ye Chen, you and I will join hands to kill these flies, how about fighting again?"

Gently shaking the folding fan with his right hand, his purple hair, which had already faded a lot, danced with the strong wind, and the evil spirit shook the sky. Xiao Chen smiled slightly: "That's exactly what I mean!"

The two Grandmaster Martial Saints at the same level as Mo Huang's elders, with their current strength, neither of them can defeat alone, but if each fights with one person, the outcome will be unpredictable.

A flash of blood rushed to the sky, and the man in white held a long knife, and with a sky-high sword intent, he slew towards the great master of the Cold Moon Palace.

Lightning radiated in all directions, and there were bangs and bangs. Xiao Chen stepped on the lightning, and rushed towards the great master of the Tianyin Sect.

The shocking battle will start soon, the battle at the grandmaster level, how tragic the scene will be, you don't need to guess.

Yun Tianhe and Gao Baiyu took advantage of the palace and had already dodged aside. The two of them can't get along in this level of battle.

On a small hill in the distance, Xing Qingyun and the gray old man, who were ready to flee at any time, were also sneakily watching the battle between the fields.

"By the way, Master Nine, aren't you a master-level martial saint, why don't you go up and help." Xing Qingyun looked at the old man with mischievous eyebrows and said in a puzzled way.

Jiuye was a little embarrassed, and said with a sneer: "Jiuye's guru demeanor is too watery, and it's different from these serious and comprehensible guru demeanors, and his cultivation depends on time. It's not like fighting is what Jiuye is best at. It's a treasure hunt."

Seeing Xing Qingyun curling his lips, he suddenly realized, with a look of contempt on his face. The gray old man smiled and said: "Of course, for a brave fellow like you, Master Nine, I can still easily kill you by stretching out my fingers."

Xing Qingyun was upset, but he couldn't beat him with his hands and could only bear it. He was so depressed that he couldn't do it, he couldn't even beat a rat old man, this is really too miserable.

The senior old man from the inner sect of Tianyin Sect who was fighting Xiao Chen was named Xiao Jue. He was wearing a green robe and holding a lyre in his hands.

The skin is smooth and delicate, not as rough and wrinkled as the skin of ordinary old people.

Ding ding dong!

Fingertips fluctuated, Xiao Jue played a rotten erotic song. Compared with the Tianyin Sect disciple Xiao Chen had seen before, this Xiao Jue had reached another realm.

As the sound of the zither came into his ears, a phantom appeared in front of Xiao Chen's eyes. He was placed on a sky tower, filled with spiritual mist, and in front of him were more than a dozen women with fiery figures, wearing veils, dancing in the mist.

The fabric on the body, including the edges and corners, will not exceed the size of a palm. The dancing body seems to have a magical charm, which is extremely seductive, and makes people's hearts burn with fire.

Xiao Jue looked at Xiao Chen, who stood still in the air and fell into an illusion, with a sneer on his face, his fingers became faster and faster, and the sound of the piano ding ding dong dong rang non-stop.

Seeing this, Yun Tianhe on the palace looked happy, and was about to come over and kill Xiao Chen directly, but Gao Baiyu stopped him and said, "Brother Yun, wait a minute, now a little external force can break the illusion."

"Let's watch the show slowly, this desire? This desire demon song is created by the elders in my sect, who captured the abyss succubus and savored it carefully. Those who are trapped in it have only one end, suck it up and feed it back. Elder Xiao."

When Yun Tianhe heard this, he couldn't help but secretly startled, this illusion is a bit between reality and illusion, and he can use charm in illusion to absorb the life essence of the other party.

In the illusion, eight beautiful women have come to Xiao Chen's side, making poses, making tempting movements that make people breathe fire from time to time.

It makes people feel that they are in heaven, and they can't wait to have a good time.

Xiao Chen looked at it for a while, and then felt that it was boring. The only charm in the world that can make him sink for a moment is the one performed by the succubus Leng Yue.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help recalling the time spent with Leng Yue in the deep sea battlefield in the lower realm. Now he doesn't know where this woman full of secrets is.

The catastrophe is approaching, if we meet, we don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

"Young master, my slave's house is not beautiful enough!"

Just thinking about it, a beautiful woman took off her veil, revealing a pure face, Xiao Chen froze for a moment, her appearance was exactly the same as that of Leng Yue.

The woman smiled slightly, hooked Xiao Chen's neck, and wanted to kiss his lips while he was absent-minded for a moment.

Just when the flaming red lips were about to be attached by an inch, Xiao Chen had a broken sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was coldly attached to the opponent's mouth.

With a flick of his left hand, he pushed this beautiful girl into the distance.

Xiao Chen looked at the broken sword in his hand, for a moment, he forgot where he was around, and was in a daze.

Just when he was about to sink into it, the remnant Thunder Emperor Sangmu Sword in the Qiankun ring suddenly shook, causing him to wake up suddenly.

"Will I come back alive?"

"It is necessary. Even if you want to die, I will not let you die. You will die, but you will not die."

The words of the past echoed in his mind, Xiao Chen seemed lost, he held the broken sword tightly, the blade was embedded in his palm, and blood flowed out.

It's just a faint remembrance, do you still remember Ruoyan that day, don't let me die?

But when will I be able to pull you back in the long river of fate.

Full head of purple hair, one thought disappears, three thousand blue hairs, dancing lightly.

The evil spirit deliberately displayed on Xiao Chen's body no longer exists, and the sea emperor's turban that has turned into blood color has also turned into pure sky blue again.

In the past three days, the remaining medicinal power of the Hunyuan Creation Pill has already been absorbed by him, if not for .[,! ] In order to maintain the identity of Ye Chen, the son of blood, his purple hair could have turned black a long time ago.

Thinking about the old things at this moment, Xiao Chen's mood fluctuated, he forgot to pretend, the evil spirit did not exist in his body, instead, he was still calm and calm and cold and scrupled.

boom!

The folding fan in his left hand shattered, the whole illusion disappeared suddenly, the scene in front of him changed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Xiao Jue's mouth, looking at the long piano with seven broken strings, his face was full of surprise.

With a pull of his left hand, Xiao Chen put away the blood-colored cloak on his body. Xiao Chen was dressed in white, with blue silk dancing, and under the sky-blue sea emperor turban, there was a cool and delicate face.

The expression in his eyes is like a deep pool, unfathomable, and the ancient well remains unchanged.

"Impossible, my erotic song has never failed against my peers."

Xiao Jue's eyes were filled with astonishment, a brilliance flashed in his hands, the lyre was reconnected, and when his fingertips slid across, there was another melancholy sound, like a woman moaning, echoing slowly.

The body is like a knife, the mind is like a knife, I am the knife, the knife is me, the formula in white clothes, the breeze is gentle.

Xiao Chen took a step forward, and there was the sound of the peerless sword unsheathing, which resounded throughout the world. Every step, there was the sound of the sword, which seemed slow, but the sword was endless, buzzing, and the crisp sound lingered .

"Using music to become a demon, doing yin and yang harvesting and tonic, and other things that are against the law of heaven, Elder Xiao, you should not have existed in this world long ago."

All the sounds of the piano were smashed one by one by the crisp sword chant, Xiao Chen walked step by step, and his sword intent became more and more wild and unrestrained in the world.

At the end, all the sword sounds merged together to form a ray of divine sound, which broke through the barrier of the sky and flew away into the sky.

With the voice of the gods, the rhyme nourishes the soul, Xiao Jue's lyre was completely broken, bang bang, and turned into sawdust all over the sky.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the rudiment of the soul of the knife flowing through the purple talisman is no longer as blurred as before, and the four strands of golden light have become clearly visible, unparalleled in sharpness.

Xiao Chen hesitated for a while, the prototype of the sword soul actually broke through at this time, his sword intent was completely knocked down by 100%, and the real "soul" was condensed.

"Elder Xiao, Desire Music is a side-track after all, and you are also a person who will soon become a great master. Let's fight in a dignified manner and compete."

Xiao Jue didn't bother to pay attention, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he turned around and wanted to leave. His Desire song is not a side track, many master-level martial saints were easily played to death by him, and the essence of life was replenished to him himself.

"It turns out that you are the real Xiao Chen. Don't be complacent, wait for me to refine a good piano again to suck up your life essence."

Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

At this moment, he unscrupulously expels the remaining medicinal power of the Hunyuan Creation Pill, and his cultivation has climbed to the peak of the middle-rank Martial Saint, the Dzogchen realm.

The soul of the sword was formed, and its strength soared. I wanted to fight quickly. I didn't expect that the man in front of me was blinded by foreign objects, and his cultivation was useless, with nothing but appearance.

That being the case, I will give you a death sentence!

Evolving into a flawless way of the sword, the bright moon rose into the sky behind Xiao Chen, and between flipping hands, the night fell, blocking Xiao Jue's way all of a sudden.

Flip your palms into the night, the moon is perfect.

There is no lack of night, no lack of moon, no lack of sword.

The bright moon turned into a flash, and the bright knife light fell from the sky, stopping Xiao Jue who was flying away.

The light of the sword that condenses the soul of the sword has a special charm, and the light of the sword is almost like the substance. There is a round moon, in the light of the sword, the sky rises, there are people in the moon, and there is a palace, as if there is a small world inside.

This is the "soul", which makes the martial arts have the existence of the soul, instead of being superficial, it really has its connotation, so that the condensed degree of sword moves has reached a new level.

Xiao Jue's magic zither was destroyed, facing this trick, Mingyue Wuqian had no choice but to fight with his own cultivation.

The hands moved together, and notes sounded one after another, each note was sonorous and powerful, and the trembling sky was trembling, composing a passionate piece of music.

clang!

Resisting this trick, Xiao Jue, who had already been wounded secretly after the magic piano was destroyed, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and was forced to come back.

Pieces of acupoints fluttered, Xiao Chen dressed in white, in the Mantian acupoints, and slayed in front of Xiao Jue, with every move and style, all with endless saber intent.

The overwhelmed and confused Xiao Jue struggled to support.

Above the palace, Yun Tianhe and Gao Baiyu looked at each other in blank dismay, they did not expect Xiao Chen and the man in white to be so strong, completely beyond expectations.

"Let's go, don't pay attention to these two people, apart from you and my senior brother, there is also Emperor Wuque, the general master-level martial saints really can't suppress them."

"Damn it, if it weren't for the main forces of my Cold Moon Palace and Tianyin Sect to enter the Xianmen ruins, how could these two be arrogant."