Chapter 640 Don't Let It Approach Dusk

Chaotian Continent cannot share the cold and heat, but it can share the sunset, although it is a fake sunset.

Countless swords fluttered, passed through, and headed out of the city in the square of the imperial city, cutting up the spring light falling from the sky and refracting it into warmer, fire-like light.

In the middle of the fake sunset, Ping Yongjia sat on the ground with his eyes closed, his face was pale, and every part of his body was trembling.

Every time he trembled, an extremely clear and sharp sword intent floated out.

Ah Piao stood in front of the hall, looking at this scene, his face was even paler than him, the black hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and his voice trembled slightly.

"What are you guys doing? This is desperate..."

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The Great Formation of the Imperial City has been activated, like a real mountain, pressing down on the old plum garden.

A gust of wind blew up on the street outside the Old Plum Garden, and the chess stall owners fled in all directions, crying and shouting, not knowing what happened.

Liu Shisui was standing by the lake, looking at the old nunnery over the bridge, his body trembling slightly, his feet had sunk into the ground.

The Bu Er sword left his wrist, turned into a silver light and threw it into the nunnery, but did not cut off contact with him. He could clearly perceive what Buerjian was doing, and knew that this was the Zhuxian sword formation that the young master had set up back then, but... who exactly did Lu Qing and Ping Yongjia want to kill?

Thinking of these things, he crossed his arms in front of his face and took a step towards the bridge.

The bridge collapsed in just one step, and then countless scrambling sounds sounded, and countless sparks appeared on his arms.

The sword intent emanating from the Zhuxian Sword Formation is too strong, under the pressure of the Imperial City Formation, it is like a real flying sword, and can easily smash everything that breaks into pieces.

In just an instant, the clothes on Liu Shisui's arms were chopped into pieces, and immediately after, there were many more tears in the clothes on his body.

At this moment, he suddenly heard an extremely cold and violent roar from the sky, and immediately after that, he saw two shadows falling on the lake.

Yinfeng fell from the sky, spread its wings like night, and its tail feathers more than ten feet long turned into a real sword, forcibly breaking through the formation of the imperial city, and flew towards the old plum garden.

Naturally, Liu Shisui knew that Qingshan was a powerful guard, so he withdrew his arms and held the Guancheng pen in his sleeve with his right hand. He was about to swing it out when he suddenly sensed a dark aura like a mountain and a sea coming from the west of the city... The ancestor Xuanyin really came to Chaoge City.

There was a sound of scriptures outside the old plum garden, countless petals that seemed real and illusory appeared in the sky, and a beam of light appeared in the petal rain.

That beam of light was actually composed of dozens of rays, like a cage, which accurately fixed Yinfeng in the sky.

Yinfeng screamed angrily, trying to break through the light, only to hear a chirping sound, those colorful feathers produced blue smoke, bringing it extreme pain.

But how can pain stop it!

Accompanied by the howling sounds that became more and more crazy, Yin Feng kept bumping towards those rays of light!

Boom boom boom! The entire city of Chaoge heard its sound and felt the terrifying vibrations from the sky. People came outside in horror, and they couldn't help screaming in terror when they saw the giant bird rushing non-stop in the beam of light.

Those people outside the old plum garden had long since run away, countless chessboards fell to the ground, torn apart, and those chess pieces were scattered all over the place.

Zenzi stands among the black and white chess pieces, stepping on a handsome man with bare feet, holding a light mirror in his right hand and aiming at the sky.

There are extremely complicated patterns on the surface of the light mirror, and there are many scriptures engraved on it. It is constantly getting brighter, emitting countless rays of light, and falling into the sky.

Accompanied by the crazily collision of the Yin and Phoenix, and the light and darkness of the mirror fluctuating, Chan Zi's face turned slightly pale, and he said helplessly, "It's not enough to look at you, but also to look at your children, why?"

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Yin Feng was fixed in the sky by Chan Zi's light mirror, Liu Shisui naturally knew what to choose, he punched the ground without hesitation, the black and red demon fire rose up, escaped from the ground, and soon came to the west of the city.

Patriarch Xuanyin was drinking in the Liting Pavilion in the west of the city, the green pulp in the small porcelain cup held in his left hand was lightly rippling, and he was playing with the round Dzi Returning Bead in his right hand, in a quite relaxed manner.

As the patriarch of the evil way demon, it is inconvenient to enter Chaoge City. For safety, he has been guarding outside the city today.

The Zhongzhou faction will definitely not care about today's affairs. The Qingshan sect will have a big event today, and the truly powerful characters in the cultivation world are not there. Daoist Taiping plus Yinfeng plus him... With such a lineup, it is possible to take down Chaoge City, so why worry about it?

There was a small river not far from the pavilion, the water suddenly boiled, Liu Shisui broke through the water and landed on the bank. Patriarch Xuanyin noticed that the person who came was very young, but his realm was extraordinary. He was a little surprised, but he was not worried. He put down the wine glass in his left hand, and slapped him casually, intending to slap him to death.

The wind howled, the Li Pavilion collapsed, the sky was full of sunlight, and a black palm print the size of a Buddhist temple appeared out of nowhere, and fell towards the top of Liu Shisui's head.

When Liu Shisui came to the west of the city, he was naturally prepared. Whether it was the sword skills of the Qingshan School, the Buddhism of the Guocheng Temple, or the secret techniques of the Blood Demon Sect, they were all useless, but with the righteousness in his chest... he swung the Guancheng brush.

With a bang, it was like the wind blowing through the woods, or like a big piece of paper being fanned by a naughty child, the river flew up like a waterfall, and a rainbow emerged from the water droplets, and it greeted the giant black palm.

The giant black palm suddenly shattered, and the rainbow swung by the Guancheng pen was also shattered invisible, only the huge wind was still howling.

Liu Shisui's body was like a kite with a broken string, flying towards Chaoge City several miles away.

After a few breaths of time, he slammed into the city wall with a muffled sound, but fortunately he did not suffer any irreparable injuries. But what kind of person is Xuanyin Patriarch, this seemingly random palm actually hides infinite murderous intent, the residual power is endless, the invisible force goes with the wind, and continues to slap Liu Shisui's body.

The willow trees on the city wall are darkened, but the greenery becomes deeper.

A figure flashed out of it, grabbed Liu Shisui's left arm, and swept across dozens of feet before the invisible palm fell.

With a loud bang, even though the imperial city formation had been opened and the Chaoge city wall was as solid as gold and stone, an extremely deep palm print was still printed, and all the bricks and stones within a radius of tens of feet were turned into powder. If this palm fell on Liu Shisui, even if he survived, he might be seriously injured.

"He didn't die?"

Patriarch Xuanyin was a little surprised. He glanced at the returning dzi in his right hand. Thinking of the real person's confession, he swallowed it again and came to the city wall in one step.

The person who flashed out from the green willow was affected by the palm wind, and his hat suddenly shattered, revealing that green face.

"What a filial son and grandson..." Xuanyin Patriarch looked at Su Ziye and said with a smile.

Su Ziye looked at him with a humble smile, and said, "The patriarch is mighty, please spare the little one."

Patriarch Xuanyin snorted coldly, and two white flames of magic fire spewed out from his nostrils, shooting towards Liu Shisui and Su Ziye like sharp arrows.

Su Ziye screamed strangely, turned around and fled.

Liu Shisui took out a fan from his sleeve and fanned it towards the white flame magic fire.

The strong wind was blowing, and the willow branches were broken. The magic fire was blocked by the wind and slowed down a lot.

Immediately afterwards, another rainbow was born, breaking a passage in the white flame demon fire, pointing directly at Patriarch Xuanyin.

The ancestor Xuanyin waved his palm with a dignified expression, shattered the rainbow, and said, "You are not bad, little boy, why are there so many babies?"

Liu Shisui remained silent, secretly adjusted his breath, and prepared to use the Guancheng brush again.

After a hundred years of hard work, his gentleman's righteousness has been cultivated to be extremely pure and powerful, which is no longer like that in the past when he could only use one stroke to exhaust his true energy.

Patriarch Xuanyin suddenly fell a white hair in front of his eyes, he touched the thinning hair on the top of his head with his backhand, and shouted angrily: "Go to hell!"

Accompanied by this angry shout, dozens of hairs on his head stood up like thorns, and a filthy but never cold violent breath emanated from his clothes, which condensed in water and turned into countless will-o'-the-wisps, rushing towards Liu Shisui.

At the front of each will-o'-the-wisp, there is a bone face, looking extremely terrifying, it is the Xuanyin Sect's long-lost method of bone-biting souls.

Without hesitation, Liu Shisui swung his Guancheng brush again. If only the way of righteousness brought out by Guan Cheng's pen is not enough to stop so many ghost fires, but what is surprising is that the straight traces written by Guan Cheng's pen actually formed a sword array in front of Chaoge City!

He actually used the Guancheng brush to display the Chengtian swordsmanship!

Looking at this scene, the ancestor Xuanyin had a slightly different expression, and said, "Not bad."

No matter how good it is, it is only good.

No matter how talented Liu Shisui was, no matter how bizarre his encounters, no matter how many treasures he had, and no matter how diverse his teachers were, he couldn't possibly be a match for this evil master.

But in a short while, the Chengtian sword array drawn by Guan Cheng couldn't hold it anymore, and there was a devil crying in front of Chaoge City, and the sky and the earth changed color.

Looking at the terrifying bone faces that were getting closer, Liu Shisui's face became paler and paler. This was due to the consumption of too much real energy, not fear.

"Why don't you run away!"

With an extremely annoyed cry, Su Ziye returned to the city wall.

The white flame demon fire that was chasing him was eliminated by some means.

At this time, the will-o'-the-wisps of Patriarch Xuanyin rushed to the city wall.

Su Ziye let out a muffled snort, and a strange gleam appeared on her green face, as if she had also turned into a ghost, biting down on those will-o'-the-wisps!

Just counting the time, dozens of will-o'-the-wisps were swallowed into his stomach.

"Not bad, not bad, it is indeed the hope of revival of the sect."

The ancestor Xuanyin laughed loudly, flicking his robe sleeves, if you don't look at the thorny hair, you really look like a fairy.

With the flick of the robe sleeves, the will-o'-the-wisps all over the sky became more and more terrifying, and they were about to swallow Liu Shisui and Su Ziye.

Liu Shisui suddenly said, "Let your fire go."

Although there is a Yin character in the Xuanyin Sect's name, they practice fire-type kungfu. Su Ziye was born in Lieyang Gorge. He is an inexhaustible genius of the Xuanyin Sect, so he is naturally very good at it. He didn't understand what Liu Shisui meant, but he ignited his dark fire without hesitation.

Liu Shisui took out his fan again and fanned it towards his burning palm.

bang.

Two seas of flames appeared in front of Chaoge City.

A face full of bones in a sea of ​​fire.

A sea of ​​fire filled with cold winds.

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The nunnery has been shattered.

The wooden bridge has also been shattered.

Merlin has also been shattered.

Even the lake was several feet shallower. It wasn't because the lake water poured into the ground, but because the water was compressed into something heavier than ice.

After hundreds of years of strengthening by several major sects, the Imperial City Formation is much stronger than it was back then.

Lu Qing knelt on the ground, his body was covered in blood, his bones were broken, and he was almost unable to bear the pressure of the imperial city formation, and he might die at any time.

But he still stared at Yin San closely, holding Furth's sword rope in his right hand, and the universe front in his left hand, supporting the Zhuxian sword formation, preventing Yin San from coming over.

Feeling the movement in the west of the city, Yin San raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a smile of appreciation, and said, "What a group of lovely young people."

Appreciation is real, and so are cute comments.

Yin San likes such young people very much.

How dare these young people go against such a powerful elder.

Even if they still fail in the end, they are already awesome enough.

It's a pity that these young people are all Jing Jiu's disciples, not his.

Yin San sighed, and finally moved his body.

With every movement, there are infinite afterimages, and the red clothes are like blood.

Those blood shadows condensed into a sword shadow, which quietly broke through the defense of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and pierced directly between Lu Qing's eyebrows.

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Today's sunsets in Chaoge City and Qingshan are all fake, and it is difficult to determine the time by relying on the skylight.

I don't know what time it is.

Maybe it was when Zhao Layue pointed at Fang Jingtian, maybe it was when Gu Qing broke his seventh bone, maybe it was when Liu Shisui spewed out his third mouthful of blood, maybe it was when Xiao He just shaved the last bite of bean curd rice in the bowl.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

Countless sword lights appeared in the depths of his eyes, then dissipated into golden lights, and finally disappeared in Pinghu.

He turned over and got up, walked out of the study, glanced at the place where the crabapple tree should be, and asked, "Where is it?"

Everything is so natural, as if he has not been asleep for a hundred years, as if he has already woken up.

The blue bird on the eaves said: "Old Plum Garden."

There was a sudden exclamation behind him.

Jing Jiu turned around and saw Xiao He, nodded his head, and then disappeared from the spot.

Xiao He let go of her hands, and the rice bowl fell onto the stone steps and shattered into pieces. Fortunately, the rice in the bowl was already eaten.