Chapter 72

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Thousand Carp Court.

Dozens of monks drawn from the Candle Dragon Hall and the spirits flew over from the sky, approached this place, and landed.

At this time, there is a shining passage here.

"Go in and have a look," said Faxiu Guyuan, the leader of the Candle Dragon Hall, "The inside is the Xiaojie that Jianzong sent a message to tell us."

As he spoke, Gu Yuan stepped into it first, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Seeing this, the others did not hesitate and quickly followed.

imaginary world.

A huge spiritual ball that cannot be seen at a glance is still spinning for thousands of years.

The mixed spiritual energy is raging everywhere.

"The demons intend to accumulate aura through the small world, and then trigger a storm of aura, which will hit us hard in one fell swoop. Fortunately, Jianzong discovered and disrupted their plan." Gu Yuan said loudly.

"But that's not enough. The demons have accumulated such a huge aura through thousands of years of preparation. It is useless. Why can't we use an eye for an eye and make full use of their prepared small world to launch a storm of aura to severely damage them? "

"Jianzong couldn't understand the magic circle, so he entrusted us with this task. We don't want to let Jianzong down."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Immediately, they began to investigate the specific situation in their imaginary world with the directors of each station.

After half an hour.

"Elder Gu, we have already investigated the general situation..." An old Candle Dragon Palace monk with gray temples walked up to Gu Yuan and reported the specific situation after investigating the situation in the virtual world.

In order for an aura storm to activate, two conditions must be met.

One is enough and mixed aura.

Therefore, Huanling Moxiu specially opened a small realm, and spent thousands of years accumulating spiritual energy.

They got a great deal here.

Just take over Xiaojie directly, saving thousands of years of preparation time.

The second condition is that it needs enough power to leverage the aura storm.

For this reason, the Huan Lingzong arranged a large formation, which was specially used to release the spiritual energy in the small world and launch the spiritual energy storm.

In the most ideal state, the spiritual wave that the demons want to cause is to start from the Thousand Carp Garden. Moxiu then activates the aura storm at the same time.

By analogy, these layers are stacked, just like the multi-stage propulsion launched by a rocket. After the last seven stacks, the spiritual energy storm has become an unstoppable spiritual wave, with terrifying power and scope that cannot be stopped by manpower. It can truly be said that it is the majestic power of the sky, which brought a fatal blow to the monks in the spirit.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation. Even Huanlingmoxiu can't guarantee that the spirit wave can be launched so smoothly.

Just like the rocket launch, even though it has undergone extremely rigorous calculations, it is still inevitable to encounter various accidents during the launch process, and it is impossible for everything to go as expected.

As for the human race, they took over Xiaojie temporarily, so they couldn't understand the specific situation and layout in depth, and they didn't even have monks who were proficient in aura manipulation and control.

The final spiritual tide formed is definitely far less powerful than it should be, and this is also a helpless thing.

However, although it is difficult to achieve the devastating blow that the demons originally expected, there is still hope for heavy damage to the demon army.

Something is better than nothing.

But the problem now is that...

"Elder Gu, we can't control such a huge aura storm at all. It's one thing that we can't guarantee the original power." The old monk looked embarrassed, "What's more, we can't delay the aura of the aura storm at all. Even if there is even the slightest amount of time, as soon as the formation moves, the spiritual energy storm will immediately erupt..."

Gu Yuan's face turned cold.

This is like detonating explosives, which are generally fuzed.

The burning time of the fuze is to give them time to react and hide in a safe area.

This is for Huan Ling Moxiu.

For the Terran side who hastily took over, it means that the explosive has no fuze, and it explodes at one point.

What this means is self-evident.

Gu Yuan fell silent.

"Do you know how Daoist Li Xing of this sect died?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The speaker is a middle-aged man with a square face.

That is the nine rings, a monk of Tianchen Fazong, one of the five top sects in Zhongling.

Daoist Li Xing who died at Longcheng Pass was from their Tianchen Dharma Sect.

Nine rings point to the direction of Longchengguan, "They are going up to meet the demon army, they would rather die than retreat, and severely damage the demon army by self-detonation."

"There is an unspoken rule in the world of comprehension, that is, you would rather die than blew yourself up, because once a monk blew himself up, not only would he not exist in this world, but he would never have an afterlife."

"The realm of the Taoist master, above the nine realms, can he not understand this truth?"

 …

Li was surrounded by blood, and his chest was scarlet. With the sound of his heavy breathing, the hair band fell off at some point, and the withered hair was scattered freely. The pure white snow stained it like dandruff.

The old sword repairer's back was straight, and blood was dripping from his eyes and across his old face.

He rushed forward against the wind and snow, stepped on the snow without a trace, jumped up, and slashed at the red scale demon that was like a mountain.

The picture seems to freeze at this moment.

With bright red scale armor, the Crimson Scale Demon frowned like an unrivaled general, took a step forward, stretched out his left arm, and slapped Li Si's sword with his palm.

Li Si's body flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, but at the moment he flew upside down, he moved with a flick of his sleeves, and with two swishing sounds, two long swords flew out.

The edge of one sword was as clear as snow, and the other was as bright red as blood. Like a dragon sailing out of the sea, it brought out an arc, accompanied by the sound of howling wind, and shot towards his eyes that were not covered by scales.

This melee sword turned out to be just a cover, the real killing move was the two flying swords that stabbed at the red scale demon's eyes.

The Crimson Scaled Demon raised his right hand with no expression on his face, and flicked the two flying swords away with his fingers. With the sound of clanging, sparks flew everywhere.

After Li Si fell to the ground, he slipped dozens of cloths before he stabilized his figure. When he looked up, he saw the red scale demon's eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm, and he was quite disdainful of his tricks.

The next moment, the Crimson Scale Demon rushed forward on its own initiative, the rumbling sound was like an ancient beast charging, and the momentum was like a thousand riders coming to battle, punching with their palms, and blasting out like a sledgehammer.

Li Si jumped up and greeted him with a sword.

As soon as he got up, he fell and fell into the thick snow.

The more wind and snow, the snow has been several feet thick.

After being blasted into the snow by this punch, Li Si disappeared without a trace.

The Red Scale Demon smiled violently, stomping heavily on the snow, trying to crush Li Si like an ant.

Li Si kept shuttling under the snow, like a slippery loach, avoiding the Red Scale Demon's footsteps.

Snow splashed and danced all over the sky.

Finally, the Crimson Scale Demon no longer intends to consume it any longer.

He lost his patience.

As a result, the scarlet scale demon's bright red scale armor shone brightly, burning like a flame.

Then, he stepped heavily on the ground.

With the Red Scale Demon's footsteps as the center, clusters of snowflakes exploded along the extension line one after another, rumbling like a thunderstorm, leading to the depths of the dense forest.

If you don't show up, I will force you to show up!

Li Si finally showed his figure and jumped out from somewhere in the snow.

He was covered in pure white snowflakes, rustling down.

Although Li Si seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife before, extremely dangerous, and his life was hanging by a thread, but in fact his heart was as calm as water, and he was extremely calm.

He has been doing one thing since the beginning of the battle.

Raise momentum.

Raise the sword potential.

The so-called cultivating momentum, for sword cultivators, generally raises the sword with its sheath closed.

That is the so-called ten years of sharpening a sword.

But Li Si found another way, and learned a trick to raise his strength with a sword.

Every time a sword comes out, there is no sword energy, it is contained in the sword body, such a sword is stacked, the more swords are drawn, the more powerful the sword energy in the sword body will be, until there is nothing left to raise.

At this moment, the sword in Li Si's hand is like a wind, like a snowstorm, like an evil dragon with teeth and claws.

His body sliced ​​through the flying snow, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Red Scaled Demon.

The sword energy poured out like a flood that filled the lake, and suddenly rushed to the Red Scaled Demon.

The overwhelming sword energy scattered all the flying snow away.

Not to mention the lethality, a five-level sword cultivator can hand out such a majestic sword, which is enough to make people admire.

For the first time, the ferocious eyes of the sixth-rank Crimson Scale Demon showed seriousness, and his left hand condensed red light, punching the mighty sword energy.

Clang clang clang.

Sparks splashed and clanged.

His footsteps were constantly retreating, and his figure was shaking, but the sword energy in front of him was endless, without any intention of stopping.

The Crimson Scale Demon's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly threw out his right fist again.

His figure was forced back tens of feet again, during which time the overflowing sword energy kept bombarding his body, and clanging sounds resounded.

A blink of an eye is a hundred sounds.

The Red Scale Demon kept punching out.

Bright red blood gradually oozes from the scale-covered body.

boom!

The rivers are dry, the heaven and the earth are exhausted, the sword energy that Li Sibaijian cultivated is finally exhausted.

This old sword cultivator, whose birthday is approaching and who has not had a few years to live, hangs his hands weakly, and his eyes shoot forward like a sword light.

There, the red scale demon's scales turned upside down, with countless white marks, and his figure kept shaking, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

But after all, it still didn't fall.

Li Si let out a long breath, feeling a little regretful.

"I still can't do it after all..."

Although it is already very remarkable for him to seriously injure the sixth-rank red scale demon with a five-level cultivation base, it is a pity that he was only seriously injured and did not kill him.

Killing the sixth rank in the five realms is by no means as simple as imagined.

So, he was the one who died next.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the deeds of the contemporary Jianzong Shaozong's rebellion against the six realms in the four realms that he saw on the yellow list of the Tianji list a few years ago.

"It's really amazing. If the old man can have half of him, he can kill this devil today." He murmured, and immediately remembered that dirty little face.

"Girl, live well..."

I have to say, I still have some regrets and regrets.

The Red Scale Demon stabilized its swaying body, but the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Angry from his heart, he raised his fist and blasted at Li Si.

Li Si closed his eyes calmly.

Li Si is not dead.

Because there was a thunder in his ears.

He hastily opened his eyes.

It was a sharp sword rarely seen in Li Si's life, and the sword light was extremely domineering.

The Crimson Scale Demon showed panic and shook his fist, trying to stop the flying sword.

But in vain.

His incomparably huge fist exploded instantly under the light of the sword that was as thin as Xinghui.

Jian Guang continued to move forward along the arm of the Red Scale Demon, ignoring the hard and thick scale armor, advancing inch by inch.

The flesh of the Red Scale Demon was destroyed inch by inch.

for a moment.

A blood mist exploded.

The Crimson Scale Demon, which was almost invincible to Li Si, was destroyed with just one strike.

The "General" wearing bright red flame armor has disappeared, leaving only a blazing red sword light wandering around.

Li Si collected himself, and in a flash, two men appeared in front of him.

One looks extremely handsome, and the other is much more ordinary, but both have extraordinary bearing.

Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.

Lu Qingshan, who was originally concentrating on his journey, looking for the fluctuations sensed by the green snake and traced back to its source, sensed the fluctuations here from afar, heard the sound and came here just at the right time, and saw the last scene.

"What's the name of your last sword? Where did it come from? Where did you learn it from?" Lu Qingshan had a thought, put the bird into his body, looked at Li Si who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help asking road.

After seeing Li Qiubai's sword, Xia Daoyun's sword, and Mang Cang Demon Venerable's fighting style, until today, there are very few sword skills that make Lu Qingshan look differently.

Even Lu Qingshan himself didn't expect that he would be amazed by the sword skills displayed by a sword cultivator whose cultivation level is lower than his own.

"Thank you two for saving your life, Li Si will remember it in your heart." Li Si was taken aback for a moment, first cupped his fists slightly at Lu Qingshan, and thanked him hoarsely.

The sword cultivator's aura was too unique, so he immediately recognized the same kind of aura, and knew that it was Lu Qingshan's hand.

"As for this sword... this sword is called Moon Slash, where did you learn it from? Old man Li, I have no family or sect. I am just a casual cultivator. There is nowhere to learn this sword. I just practiced it myself. Just for fun." Immediately, Li Si began to seriously respond to Lu Qingshan's question just now.

"Good sword." Lu Qingshan boasted sincerely.

"Don't dare, what kind of sword can a sword that can't kill the enemy be called... cough cough..." Li Si waved his hands and said, = coughed violently twice, spit out a mouthful of blood On the ground, printed on the white snow surface is like a wintersweet.

There was no blood in his face, his steps were staggering, and his breathing was disordered.

Lu Qingshan frowned and pondered for a moment.

Wow~

Before Li Si could react, a faint blue sword light flashed away, slashing at him.

He was terrified.

Immediately, the sword light converged.

A warm air flow grew from his body, quickly healing his injuries.

Li Si raised his head in confusion and looked at Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan just slowly withdrew his sword.

Wang Chuan: The Sword of Biluo.

"Why are you here?" Lu Qingshan asked again.

Li Si hesitated for a moment, and then he still told the whole situation.

In the demon-occupied area, every human monk you meet is a comrade-in-arms, so there is nothing to hide.

"It's like this again..." Lu Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly.

Along the way, Li Si was not the first human cultivator he met, nor would he be the last.

Most of these people are "old soldiers" who retired from Longcheng Pass.

Their cultivation base is not high, and they cannot fundamentally change anything.

In fact, Lu Qingshan didn't know that, according to later statistics, during the battle of Zhongling Daomo, there were more than 50,000 monks who left their hometown and rushed to the front line spontaneously, just from the sword cultivator school.

Less than half of this group of old sword cultivators who are not outstanding in cultivation and are no longer young, who should have enjoyed their time in their hometown and taught their apprentices, were able to return to their hometown to spend their old age in peace.

The rest will be buried in this land forever.

There is no grave, no tombstone, only a long sword to accompany him to sleep forever.