Chapter 381: Ming War (Part 1)

Black Cat nodded.

Pei Ye glanced at it with a tired yet grateful look, and immediately turned his sword around.

If Black Cat persists, he doesn't know if he will compromise, but no matter what the final decision is, he will be extremely painful.

It was difficult for the young man to convince himself to let the enemy go, and it was even more impossible for the young man to sit back and watch the potential victim die because of this - because no matter how he thought, it was his own fault for letting Qu Zhu escape from the stone room.

Especially after no one gave his life.

The sun was rising high, and Pei Ye ran forward without saying a word, and finally gradually left the peaks, far away from the five peaks of the lotus heart, until he came to the edge of Kongtong. He turned his head and looked at the mountain. The second gate that I saw was standing on the peak on the side.

"It's been forty miles, okay, don't go any further." Black Cat stopped him.

Pei Ye actually felt that he could walk another five to ten miles. He was worried that Qu Zhu would give up if his condition was too bad, but knowing that this was the limit of the black cat, he gave up.

"Then let's go here." Pei Ye swallowed two pills given by Kongtong, sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly wiped away the blood on the sword's edge, and looked ahead quietly.

Use all your efforts to calm down your body and adjust it to its best state.

This is a flat mountaintop, and the deep and vast mountains are silent. It seems that he is the only one since ancient times.

When Qu Zhu climbed up step by step from the dark mountain at the back, he saw such a scene.

The young man closed his eyes, his bloody face was deep and clear in the morning light, still a bit childish, and the half amber and half iron bead hung conspicuously on his waist.

It's hard to imagine that the last link of all this is so tied to a young man, and Qu Zhu lowered his head and coughed twice, and another drop of blood fell into his palm. He turned out to be a powerful enemy.

The young man hadn't noticed him yet, but he just walked up to him silently and holding the knife.

Maybe it would be easier to assassinate Zhang Jingbi from under the noses of the peak masters, he thought quietly, but it would be the same anyway. What's more, how could he refuse to accept such an invitation?

Ten years ago, after returning from Xilong, I was at the bottom of Jinyuzhai Lake.

Two scenes that are inverted.

"How can such a divine object be covered in dust for thousands of years?"

"I just can't stand being a guard dog."

"That's right. Everything is just a tool."

"In the past ten years, I have made sword dragons form formations and Xinpo recorded swords. Now I want to know what the purpose of all this is."

"We have been walking on the same road." Dark Gold's scene shone with a faint light in the darkness, "You can't break [Buried Star Tomb], we used Kongtong to forge the key; you were "Daoxu Ming" Shi Zong Jing" blocked it, so we used [Daliang] to open this road."

Ming Qitian holds her sword like a crane soaring into the sky.

Shi Shaosheng followed closely behind, Guangcheng, Liuli, Yuanyun, and Tianmen. The masters of the four peaks almost represent the strongest force in Kongtong today. They also hold the most authentic four swordsmanships of Kongtong in Shaolong. Jianghu, each of them is an unattainable immortal figure.

But in the heart of the mountain where thousands of swords are now swimming, the momentum of the four swords seems so mediocre.

Sima looked down from a high position, with his eyes lowered indifferently, and he gently raised his sword and pointed.

The mirror dragon mountain behind it pressed down like a mountain, but after only one tilt, each sword suddenly fired like a thundering giant, a majestic sword cry sounded in the belly of the mountain, and the dragon's head swept down in the roaring wind.

It doesn't have to be aimed at a certain target. The next moment, the five figures will be submerged by the silvery sea.

Everything suddenly fell into silence.

Shi Shaosheng stared and pursed his lips, with fierce anger in his eyes. When the first sword came towards him, he turned his wrist to block the sword. With a slight flicker, a wonderful rotation rose out of thin air and cut towards the neck very naturally. Shaosheng, the mobile master whose sword moves like light clouds and mist, is very familiar with this style - "Pine Mist Sword Ode"·[Flowing Mist in the Stream].

He returned to the sword, and his heart was crushed to death at that moment. This was an unimaginably perfect sword.

Among the hundred disciples on Guangcheng Peak, no one can use this move so flawlessly.

The so-called sword fighting is to look for flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship - either the flaws in the sword moves themselves, the flaws in the connection between the sword moves, or the higher the level of conflict between the sword moves and the current situation, the smaller the flaws.

Now the oppression of this mammoth stegosaurus has truly come upon him, with absolute perfection and precision, without any flaws. There is no way to break the move, but to exchange swords for swords.

And there are thirteen thousand swords like this.

The roaring and boiling sea of ​​swords seemed to have touched five more roaring boiling points in an instant. At the same time, bright sword flowers were stimulated, one of which only flashed and was suddenly submerged.

"Guangying!"

One sword, two swords, ten swords, a hundred swords. Countless swords suddenly passed by, and the only body was defeated in an instant. The beautiful blood flowers disappeared in a flash of silver, and the man's severely injured and broken body fell helplessly. , the sword that shot out of control plunged into the stone wall, still trembling with blood.

There is no need to doubt its power. It draws strength from the landscape and starlight like a [Star Bug]. The strength of each sword is enough to make [Ye Que]'s wrist stiff. And after deconstructing it with the three objects of [Sword Summoning Chapter], [Thread Pulling Thread] and [Heart Mirror], and then re-gifting it with hundreds of flawless swordsmanship, those ancient joints that were weaknesses also disappeared.

Powerful, perfect, and charming. Such a creation, if it weren't for hiding in the dark, would be ranked among the famous formations in the world!

Everything happened in an instant. Shi Shaosheng advanced with difficulty. The other two white waves behind him almost stopped. Guan Shutang retreated three feet in an instant, and his left shoulder was pierced by a sword.

And in all the difficulties, only a bright cloud swept up along the sea of ​​swords.

It was also suppressed by the sea of ​​swords and slowed down by half, but the speed was still shocking, like a white wave suddenly pulled out from the silver sea, and the swords were frantic wherever they passed. Hundreds of "ding-dang" sounds were heard in an instant. When she broke through the waves and floated in front of Sima, the sword had already accumulated power behind her.

The cloud condensed back into the sword body in an instant, and the woman drew a very sharp "one" with the sword.

But Sima had already drawn his sword.

A whistling wind blew from the back of the stone platform. Sima's sword spread its wings like a roc, and the dark gold strange face suddenly approached. The two swords met head-on. The woman's long sword collapsed in an instant, and Sima's long sword approached the throat like a poisonous dragon. Ming Qitian retreated three steps, leaving a gap to block the sword again, and Sima's sword suddenly burst out with extremely brilliant power. The woman's long sword collapsed again. She turned sideways in the air, like a floating cloud. The passing sword light cut a bright blood mark on her side arm, and at the same time lifted her body more than three feet.

With this expansion and vibration, Sima's body was surrounded by a hundred feet of mysterious energy, which was the secret mysterious scripture of Huansi Tower, "Fuyao Book" [As I Spread My Wings].

The pressure from the front of the mirror dragon had an impact that could not be ignored. When the woman rushed out of the dragon's body, the sword was still at a low point. There are definitely not many people in the world who can seize this moment, but Sima is obviously among them.

So what followed was the murderous intent of waiting for the opportunity.

The sky-blue robe was like a ghost. The performance of this body must be no less than that of the woman. On the road to the sky, he might be ahead.

All those swords and the mysterious power were at the peak of the peak. Mingqi Tianyi connected seventeen swords, but he couldn't even counterattack even one attack.

And Sima's momentum was still rising. [As I Spread My Wings], every time the mysterious power of the sword was like flapping wings to accumulate wind, the wind of thousands of miles under the wings had been accumulated to the extreme.

But the woman's bright face was still calm.

Because a trend had already appeared unstoppably. Seventeen swords were just a moment. In the high and low swords, she was climbing to a higher position with each sword.

Even if he took the sword with all his strength, the powerful Sima still couldn't suppress her.

Only a moment later. The twenty-first sword, Sima's long sword suddenly paused, and then with him as the center, an unimaginable gale whistled in the belly of the mountain. This pause and rise was like flapping wings to accumulate wind, and flying ninety thousand miles.

"Fuyao Book" · [Tu Nan]

The snow-white clouds around the woman suddenly dissipated. As a [Ye Que], she had completely lost the battle of Xuan Qi. The woman was completely in the opponent's vast Xuan Qi, and had no way to control it.

All she had left was the true Qi in her Dantian and the long sword in her hand.

In the twenty-one sword fight, Ming Qitian only wanted a little more margin in swordsmanship. With this margin, she could draw a sword.

Allowing Xuan Qi to surround her, the woman entered the country alone, and a bloody and murderous sword suddenly rose.

Live in his country, kill his king, "Zhuangzi Sword Interpretation" · [Commoner Sword].

The sharp sound of the intersecting sword blades, the extreme sharpness tells of the extreme danger. Sima twisted his wrist and raised the tip, tilted his neck to block the sword, and anyone could see that his body was extremely tense at this moment.

The bright blade only passed by, and the sharp sound was only like a needle tip for a moment. The white clothes fluttered and the wind was chaotic. Sima's neck had been left with a crack.

Blood immediately soaked his shoulders. This was not fatal, but it also showed the reversal of the situation in an instant. Sima looked back indifferently, leaned forward and fell to the stone platform, turned his arm and swung the sword, and the wind was immediately restrained by the sword blade. Behind the woman, [Mirror Dragon] was roaring again.

But at the moment of landing on the stage, [Sima] suddenly looked back, and a sharp sword intent rose from the side.

Shi Shaosheng's white hair fluttered, like a heron, and his dry hand stroked the bright sword blade.