Chapter 470: Rainfall

Seeing Tang Shedu's halberd stabbing straight into the back of Li Yuan's dragon's heart, Dragon Slaying Jian frowned, his hands clasped together, his spiritual consciousness moving frequently, and the black and red token finally reluctantly emitted a gray light and shook it open [ Zhige].

The black and red token threw [Zhi Ge] away in one breath, a hazy glow rose from top to bottom, and the six lines on the back lit up slightly.

Tang Shedu stretched out his long arms, but there was a buzzing sound. His eyes were sinister, and the golden armor on his body lit up with a white light like fire. It was so hot and dazzling that it shook away the magic weapons of several people. He was like a god descending to earth and shouted:

"Take your life!"

Li Yuanjiao at this end only felt a strong force coming from him. He suddenly moved in the air and avoided the vital point.

Li Yuanjiao felt a chill in his lower abdomen as a bright white light blade emerged from in front of him. Almost at the same time, sharp golden energy spurted out from the halberd's light blade and rushed towards his internal organs.

Li Yuanjiao spurted out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps across the river. At the same time, he activated his blood escape technique and quickly moved away. He took out a [Wanling Flower] in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The flower melted in the mouth, a sense of coolness arose, and the golden energy in the internal organs suddenly seemed to have lost its direction, motionless and silent near the wound.

And with the help of [Six Ding Binghuo Order], Li Yuanjiao managed to escape three feet from Tang Shedu, but he did not dare to neglect at all. He took out the last foundation-building talisman in his hand, cast a spell, and a white light shone on his body. shield.

"Damn it!"

Tang She on the other end did not kill him with a single blow and lost the opportunity. His eyes lit up with blazing white light, and his armor also glowed, floating in the air. He was so angry that he seemed to have used some trump card.

"Qiang!"

The halberd reverberated, knocking away the dragon-slaying sword's golden hammer with one blow. Holding it upside down with both hands, the white-gold halberd whirled, and then blocked a golden light, turning it into a golden arrow and escaping.

The golden-white light set off a wave of wind in the air, and the blazing white light in Tang Shedu's eyes quickly dimmed. Taking advantage of the power of the last blow, he raised the halberd over his shoulder and threw it fiercely.

In the distance, Li Yuanjiao had just lifted up the mysterious spirit mist, but his heart suddenly felt cold. The foundation shield in front of him exploded, and the spirit mist in his hand collapsed. His magic power seemed to be imprisoned by the formation, swaying and flowing. , as if they were about to disperse in the next moment.

‘What a clever spiritual weapon! ’

Ten feet away behind him, a bright and tiny stream of light flashed past. It was the Zi Mansion's spiritual weapon [Quiyun]. This spiritual weapon had been dormant for a long time, waiting for him to use the spiritual mist to escape. Heart.

The power of Zifu's spiritual weapon was activated, and the Immortal Foundation in his body suddenly fell silent. His magic power was motionless and stagnant everywhere in his body like muddy water. The golden energy in the wound was about to move.

And his magic power was imprisoned by this spiritual weapon, and he could hardly stand due to the wind under his feet. He finally understood why Dragon Slayer Jian remained sluggish after taking a sword from this spiritual weapon. If it had been anyone else, he would have fallen off the clouds long ago.

In the flash of lightning, a thought came to his mind:

'Fortunately, Yu Muxian is dead... I just used my life to stop everyone's criticism...'

The next moment, white-gold light penetrated through his chest. The two blades of Tang Shedu's halberd were three feet long. When stretched out, it had long exceeded the width of the human body. His chest was incinerated out of thin air, and it flew high above his shoulders. rise.

"Boom!"

Tang Shedu had already prepared more than a dozen talismans in his sleeves, and he struck them in all directions. He moved forward and reached behind Li Yuanjiao in two steps. He easily took the halberd and rode the wind forward.

He didn't look back, he was sure in his heart that this person was dead. After being hit by [Quiyun] and piercing the heart, he was already lingering in the gate of hell. But he died early and died late, and his entire chest was cut by him. Even if it was Zifu There is no way he can be saved even if he takes action.

'This person is dead, at least he can give an explanation to Master...'

As soon as he took this idea into his mind, there was a scorching heat behind him. Tang Shedu suddenly turned his head and saw a lively open flame descending from the sky. Dragon Slayer Jian was covered in flames, his hands were clasped together, and the anger in his eyes almost flowed out.

He practiced "Male Fire", and the flames he released were hazy around the edges but bright inside. Each one moved alone, densely packed in the air, and gray mixed fire flowed in the air. The two fires intertwined, which was very terrifying.

But in the end, Tu Longjian was half a step behind him, and his other hand had to cover the wound left by Quyun on his abdomen. Tang She only sneered and stepped back, the hatred in his heart was greatly released. Somehow he even said:

"If it was useful, you would have rescued him long ago... It's just the anger of incompetence and self-hate!"

But when he stopped like this, he gave others an opportunity to take advantage of him. Dragon Slaying Jian was like a god of fire coming to the world, looking at him coldly, and took the opportunity to spit out a bright-colored bead from his mouth.

A sense of danger arose in Tang Shedu's heart, but he did not have the genius of Yu Muxian to control his wits and analyze his spiritual sense in detail, so he could only retreat with all his strength.

The two of them chased and fled, flying for several miles. Unexpectedly, the six lines of [Six Ding Fire Order] took advantage of the gap between chasing and escaping to light up one by one, and the fire bead moved dozens of feet horizontally. , suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Shedu's expression changed greatly, and he said in shock:

"I…"

He only uttered one word, and a violent firestorm rose from the sky, bright inside, and the hazy light around him swept past. Tang She was like a bird with broken wings, falling crookedly into the clouds.

Tu Longjian shot out the fire bead and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The hand covering his abdomen was full of blood. He watched quietly as Tang Shedu disappeared, his spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and there were waves of fluctuations on the token:

"I know you are angry, but please don't chase me...you are too impulsive! If you continue to chase me like this, will your plan and mine come true?"

Tu Longjian stood up out of thin air, the anger in his eyes slowly fell, turning into deep loneliness, the black and red token jumped, fearing that he would act out of anger, he repeatedly advised:

"You have done your best to be kind and righteous! That person... that Li Yuanjiao is going to use his life to ensure that Yu Muxian dies without a burial place! A ruthless person... is really a ruthless person... Damn it... if such a person were in modern times... maybe he could really stir up the world. "Fengyun."

"Shut up!"

Tu Longjian choked him and looked at him coldly:

"I'll settle the score with you when I get out!"

Tu Longjian had a gloomy face and rode the wind back, leaving only the flames slowly dissipating in the air. Under the clouds, a bloody light finally appeared on Tang Shedu's body and quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds. His armor was faintly black. , covered with black smoke, bowed his head and rode the wind, feeling both hate and shock in his heart:

‘What the hell! I have only been practicing for a few years... maybe it is another Guo Shentong... If the situation was not wrong, I should have killed him before leaving! This is causing trouble. ’

On the surface, he looked very embarrassed, but his injuries were quickly stabilized. After all, he had been practicing for hundreds of years, and his various methods were beyond the capabilities of those young monks. He took a pill and settled on a mountain peak.

Until now, he had time to look up and look at the blue rain in the distance. He felt extremely depressed and wished that the cave in front of him would never be closed and he could stay in this cave for the rest of his life without having to go out.

"It's over...it's over..."

His eyes were empty, but they suddenly focused. He suddenly drew out his halberd, his eyes were fierce, and he said in a cold voice:

"who!"

A figure slowly walked out of the clouds not far away, wearing a green robe, a green flute on his waist, and a red rope dangling. A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist crown, standing with his hands behind his back, looked at him with a smile:

"The [Changtian Halberd] is also today?"

Tang Shedu's expression gradually changed, he glanced at him and said in a deep voice:

"Shenxi?"

The man in green didn't answer him, but drew out his long sword and pointed it at Tang Shedu. The feather coat on his body emitted a green light, which collided with the white-gold light rising from Tang Shedu's body.

The flames in the sky have not yet dissipated, but the light of mana collision rises again, with such force that the clouds disappear and the fog disperses, flowing out into a large space.

…

The dragon-slaying jian chased after him on the wind, but Xiao Yongling fell down and caught Li Yuanjiao. He used his magic power to search back and forth twice and found his body one by one. Xiao Yongling had a few drops of blood on his face and looked a little disappointed.

Li Yuanjiao's body had been torn into pieces, and he barely used his magic power to piece it together. The injuries left by [Quiyun] were still expanding and were about to turn his body into blood mist.

Xiao Yongling used the mana with one hand and took out the elixir with the other hand. He was from a wealthy family and had rich experience. After just a brief glance, he knew that Li Yuanjiao could not be saved, but he still fed Li Yuanjiao and drank it.

A ray of golden light came closer from the distance, and Li Xuanfeng hurried over. His hands were covered in blood, his bones were exposed, and a few of his fingers were hanging down, as if they had just been connected.

The trump card in Li Xuanfeng's bow is no better than the Qing Chi Sword. It is a trace of power he has accumulated every time he shoots an arrow. It has been cultivated for many years and is majestic. When he shot it overnight, he almost killed Yu Muxian, and the backlash almost destroyed his hands. .

Regardless of his injuries, he drew his bow again and shot an arrow to save Li Yuanjiao. He almost lost his hand and rushed over after hastily taking medicine. His heart felt cold and his lips turned white.

Although the foundation-building cultivators were not as strong as Shi Xiu, they still had tenacious vitality. Li Yuanjiao's eyes blurred for a while, and he could vaguely hear Tang Shedu's relieved laughter, and the angry voices of Xiao Yongling and Tu Longjian.

He only felt that his hands were cold, as if he had returned to that afternoon many years ago, when Li Yuanjiao came down step by step from the moss-covered stone path, with light blue rain falling in the sky, and his hands were also cold.

Today's coldness seems much warmer in comparison, and the hands are solid, at least holding something, enough to hand over to the ancestors.

‘This situation is in my calculations. I’ll deceive him step by step, take advantage of the situation to kill the dragon and jian, and surround and kill Yu Muxian with every move...I’m afraid my uncle will see me down below and blame me for being unscrupulous and dirty in my life. ’

The restraining power of the spiritual weapon [Quiyun] has faded away like the tide, and what comes into view is Li Xuanfeng's face covered in blood. The hand holding his is also wet, and he can vaguely touch the hard bones.

His eyes were gray and his vitality was fading, but he was hung up by the several pills and medicines he had taken. Many hallucinations emerged during the torture, from his mother Mu Yalu sitting at the table with him with a smile to Li Yuanxiu reading with him, and from From Xiao Guiluan’s lovely face in the sedan chair to the childish smiling faces of Li Xizhi and Li Yuexiang.

The stars in the sky kept flickering like lights in the darkness. The cool breeze blew and wet blood dripped on his face. Before his consciousness sank, he returned to a certain night. The stars in front of him turned into lights under the mountain, and the clouds turned into A slender figure.

Unlike Li Yuanjiao, who always wore black, this man wore a white robe and a flowing cloak. He had a young face and slow eyebrows. He looked much more generous than Li Yuanjiao, and he looked at him with a smile quietly.

Li Yuanjiao only felt sweetness in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly woke up, interrupting his fantasy. He must have taken some life-threatening elixir. He took a strong breath, and a light spot appeared in his hand, which could be vaguely seen. A small, circling snake.

"Li... Wushao..."

Li Xuanfeng held his hand and clenched his teeth. Li Yuanjiao's eyes had gradually turned gray. The light blue raindrops fell and hit his armor.

Li Xuanfeng bent down gently. Li Yuanjiao's lips opened and closed, and he made a very soft and hoarse voice:

"Brother...Brother..."

Li Yuanjiao's voice was brisk. It was the first time that Li Xuanfeng heard such a tone from his mouth. His tongue moved vaguely in his mouth at last, and he didn't say anything else.

The green rain in the cave fell, dripping on Li Xuanfeng's black gold armor. The middle-aged man covered his face with his hand and said nothing. The wound on his other hand was so deep that the bone was visible. He gently stroked his nephew's eyes.

...

Wangyue Lake

Autumn came early this year in Wangyue Lake, and it was all red and yellow. It rained heavily again on Qingdu Peak, dripping through the formation and falling on the peak, gathering on the stone streams and ditches, and flowing down the mountain in a clear and bright manner.

Every brick and stone of the Li Family Ancestral Hall was moved to Qingdu Mountain intact. Every bluestone revealed vicissitudes and was covered with moss. The six doors were tightly closed, and the brass on them was a little gray.

Li Yuexiang, wearing a white dress, gently pushed the door. Several lights in the hall flickered slightly, emitting a warm light yellow glow. Li Yuexiang bowed with ease, and her body was full of burning incense.

Not many people can come to the Li Family Ancestral Hall. In the past few years, there were elders who did not allow women to enter. As Li Qinghong broke through the foundation, these voices gradually disappeared and there was no news.

As soon as she entered the hall, she saw a man standing in the hall, standing quietly in the hall, not saying a word, as if he was thinking deeply, and turned around after hearing the movement.

"Brother!"

The man in front of her was Li Xijun. The brother who had always been steady and calm was a little anxious for the first time. He nodded slightly and asked a few questions casually.

In just these two sentences, Li Xijun glanced up twice. Below the seats, there was a row of jade hanging between the tables, some bright, some dim, emitting warm light.

Li Yuexiang bowed on the cushion beside her, raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the rows of tablets on it, silently chanting in her heart:

'Mother has also gone into seclusion to break through... I just hope... God will fulfill my wish... Don't make any twists and turns. '

She closed her eyes slightly, and just as she bowed down, she suddenly heard a very light breaking sound in her ears, as well as the friction sound of Li Xijun suddenly grasping the hilt of the sword and the heavy breathing.

"Crack..."

This sound was particularly clear in the silent hall. The lights in the hall dimmed and Li Yuexiang's movements suddenly stopped.

She raised her head and saw jade fragments and powder all over the floor. The top piece of warm jade that Li Xijun had been staring at for months was cracked and rolling down.

Li Yuexiang closed her eyes tightly, tears quickly fell from the corners of her eyes, rolled down her neck, and dripped onto her white clothes. She sniffed, gathered the jade on the floor together, and couldn't help but uttered a sound.

"Dad..."