Chapter 386: Breaking the Dragon

In the empty sky of the mountain belly, a white dress fell, with the belt fluttering, and the thousands of swords on it pounced on her like a school of silver fish, as if it happened in the sea.

The woman completed a body lift in mid-air, as if temporarily suppressing the backlash in her heart, and the chaotic clouds were reorganized and spread out, but the next moment she was surrounded by thousands of swords again, and the heart mirror pressed down like a death.

This huge heart amber mirror actually failed to capture the woman's mind again immediately. She floated like a sword fairy among thousands of swords, and her sharp momentum broke up half of the sword formation, but was immediately surrounded by the remaining swords without a single leak - when these thousands of swordsmanship were really constructed with the harmony of heaven and earth, the most exquisite swordsmanship could not find a gap here at this time.

Pei Ye stared at this scene, and his cold hands unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, but only a moment later, the woman was in a trance again when facing the heart mirror, and the long sword in her hand paused, and was once again swarmed by thousands of swords.

Ming Qitian is now like a fairy zither with a tiny crack, trying to resist the capture of the heart mirror. Although she can still play the most wonderful notes most of the time, she always suddenly changes her tune and becomes absent-minded at a certain moment.

And [Mingjing Bingjian] is in a deadly conflict with "Gushe", and this crack is getting bigger and bigger.

Therefore, these swords that took the opportunity to attack her are definitely not trying to kill her. The sword dragon that Huansilou has spent twenty years to build is actually just a cage. As long as the woman cannot escape from [Jinglong Sword Sea], she can only sink deeper and deeper in the backlash of "Gushe", just like a fish caught in a net gradually becoming powerless and finally completely captured by the heart mirror.

At that time, she will truly face the thousand swords in the heart mirror, and the "Sword Strategy" will be fully revealed there, and the woman's mind will remain in the heart mirror together.

This is the "circle-cutting technique" in the face of "Sword Strategy".

Ming Qitian was in a trance for a moment, and another sword mark had been added to her body. Under the comprehensive pressure, when a tiny crack appears, there will be an irreversible collapse.

The woman pursed her pale lips slightly, her expression was still firm and calm, but the uncontrollable pain still came out from her eyebrows, which came from the deepest part of her mind.

She tried hard to break free from the capture of the heart mirror, and in a trance, she used the sword to break the formation again, trying to break through here through the gap of clarity. Like before, "Sword Strategy" only needs a gap to find an opportunity, but this law of harmony between heaven and earth, which was born from [Burying Star Tomb], has become completely impeccable after [Xiting Heart] took over.

The trance between Ming Qitian's eyebrows became more and more serious. For several moments, she could not tell whether the sword moves she had just broken were the souls in the heart amber or the real sword dragon in front of her.

She could only struggle in the quagmire like suffocation again and again, and she was also waiting for Ji Changyun's help, even though she did not have much hope for its effect.

Ji Changyun poured out his sword intent towards Sima almost frantically. The aftermath of each sword made Pei Ye use all his strength to escape. He realized in an instant what kind of battlefield this was - every sword thrown that night in Bowang was enough to determine the victory.

However, Sima was just an illusion, and the face behind the play finally turned into complete certainty. He used the flashing sword to pull, and behind him, the long spear with a whistling sound at the end of his clothes broke through Ji Changyun's hasty obstruction again and again.

The old man with white hair in green clothes and straw sandals also lost the clear and distant aura of the mountains and fields at this time, and his body was horrified by the wounds.

"Senior Ji!! Save Miss Ming first!!!" Pei Ye screamed with all his strength, and his voice was even more hoarse and out of tune in the empty mountain belly. He could see the collapse of the situation, and both of them were falling into a situation of no return. Ji Changyun's only chance of winning was to try his best to pull Ming Qitian out of the cage.

But Ji Changyun seemed to have not heard it, or indeed he had no time to care about it. He just fought hard. Anyone could see that he was fighting for his life, but everyone could also see that he was powerless.

But in such a scene, the woman in the sword cage showed more and more powerlessness as if it was destined.

No matter the blood was splattered and the swords crossed in the sky, she could not get a single hand in the cold death. The trance became longer and longer, and the sword wound became heavier and heavier, as if all the air was taken away bit by bit.

The silver sea swallowed up the white clothes bit by bit. Among countless scenes, this must be the one that Pei Ye least wanted to see.

Accustomed to accepting such shelter, whether it was the safety of the body or the turmoil of the soul, the boy was never ready. This white dress would be broken and stained with blood one day.

After the rainy night when the girl fell, he had clearly been holding his sword and thinking bitterly, attributing everything to the punishment of his relaxed mentality. In the days that followed, the fresh and lively boy in the small town and the high-spirited leader of the state city seemed to have become a different person, sinking into the darkness, staring at the enemy in the fog in front of him without a moment of slack.

He really had no tolerance for himself anymore, and he really had exhausted all his efforts.

However, when he was still powerless, this cruel scene was placed in front of him.

Pei Ye could no longer support the weakness of his body being seriously injured, and used his sword to support himself from kneeling on the ground, and at this moment, a violent jump came from his mind.

Through [Que Shou], it was the gentle call of "The Secret Edict of the Dragon Immortal in the Purple Bamboo Forest", and all the sharp edges used for erosion seemed to disappear, turning into a gentle breeze, wrapping this broken mind.

The lofty will behind it is still far beyond the world, but the edict has brought it a slow and mysterious agitation.

It was not words, nor even a voice from the heart, but the will from the vast imperial edict reached his mind so clearly.

——【Exchange】

Let go of [Que Shou] and enter the purple bamboo forest.

Yes, it was because he gave up the power of the edict map that he was defeated by Qu Zhu, who controlled [Xi Ting Xin]. However, he insisted on the erosion of the evil map, and the enemy wantonly wielded the power given by the fairy court to harm everything he saw.

Now, the forbidden power is open to you.

How can you watch that white robe being swallowed by these sinister people? The sad and beautiful blood on it is shocking enough.

This is of course. It is his only way to change the situation.

The edict map is boiling, and the cold purple bamboo seems to spread to the belly of the mountain. The young man's eyes are once again stained with blazing gold.

Pei Ye knelt on the cliff with his head down, tightly grasping the hilt of the sword that supported the ground. The veins from his forehead to his neck bulged out. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sharp voice from his throat: "——Get out!!!"

The violent panting, blood loss and excessive force had made him dizzy. The young man looked at the silver sea with increasingly short and weak waves struggling in a lost soul. And in the calmness of the suppressed edict, a struggle that had been ignored came from his back.

Since entering the belly of this mountain, it has actually been responding to the call, like a wanderer eager to return home. But even if the young man was not taken away by the scene in front of him, his wounds were still beating fiercely, and he had no time to deal with this abnormal movement.

Now he subconsciously reached behind his back to hold Ji Feng's sword.

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It swayed gently, trying to break free from the young man's palm, as if it also wanted to become a member of the sword formation.

Pei Ye immediately understood why—it and those swords were both from the spirit of [Xitingxin], and they were originally coexisting from the same source, and they have always been connected to Xinbo.

It was just a tool given to disciples to record swordsmanship, with only [pulling silk], no [burying star tomb] engraving, and it was not included in [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea].

When he left the Law Enforcement Hall last night, the conversation with the old man before saying goodbye under the tree instantly flowed into his mind.

In the almost complete silence, Pei Ye's hands trembled slightly.

Complete despair would not make people so uneasy and confused, only when they caught a very thin ray of life in a desperate situation, they would be afraid that it was an illusion in a trance, or that they would be torn off again by themselves without paying attention.

He tried not to look at the white clothes below that were sinking deeper and deeper, even though he knew that her consciousness was covered by the deepest darkness, and she struggled hard but could not see a crack of light, and was only cut more and more.

He only cast all his trembling eyes on the long sword in his hand, and tested this hope in his heart almost coldly over and over again.

Until he was sure that it was not just a fantasy in a trance.

So solid and feasible.

——"But it is also 'alive', with the same original spirituality as those swords, but there is no 'pattern' on its body, so it is like an individual wandering outside the tribe."

Qu Zhu, how did you break the star-burying formation?

Pei Ye certainly remembered. Those deep nights when his heart entered [Zhaoyou], the young man used his calm eyes to observe everything that happened. No matter how big or small.

He remembered that he burst out with pent-up emotions in front of his master's grave: ". It is such a perfect ring, worthy of being the place where the immortals buried the stars! If I want to break this formation, I have to start with that bead, but if I want to touch that bead, I have to break this formation first!!"

But he finally did it.

He made a clever "traitor", sixty-eight swords with the same origin and spirit as the star worms, and the star worms accepted them without knowing it. Then it was like an epidemic breaking out in their bodies.

Pei Ye knew what the key to the success of the plan was - the formation drawn by Qu Zhu on the sword was perfect after his modification. It looked exactly the same harmony as the original formation, but it was different in essence.

Black Cat said that such a set of swords must be nurtured by mountains and rivers for ten years. Now Pei Ye already knew that it was born from the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] under his feet.

So the 13,000 swords in this mirror dragon were all engraved with that formation pattern.

Pei Ye kept swallowing his dry and tight throat, and pressed the sword to the ground with his two knees.

In the small courtyard of Qu Zhu Lake Mountain Valley, he had seen it before it was modified. It was the original formation pattern stripped from the star worm.

This is the simplest truth. If you are exactly the same as me, then I am exactly the same as you.

[Quail Head] gave him the clearest memory. Pei Ye tried to stabilize his trembling fingers, and the blue fire line flowed from his fingertips. This was too delicate a job, but just last night, after failing again and again, he successfully completed the same job on an identical sword!

The gorgeous blue swam all over the bright sword body, and the complex and ancient and beautiful patterns were drawn by the boy's hands. When the last stroke was drawn, the boy loosened the blade under his knees with almost suffocating anxiety and pleading.

A clear hum.

[Chihuo] is the best spiritual fire in the world, and the patterns it commands take effect immediately!

The sword under the knees swept towards the silver sea surrounded by the mirror dragon. It was the same white, the same half-foot hilt, the same three-foot sword body, and the same Kongtong standard sword.

The "Feng" sword sank into the mirror dragon without any hindrance, and in the center of the formation, Ming Qitian once again struggled to break free from the heart mirror. The dim mirror had become larger and larger in the woman's vision, and she gradually began to lose sight of its edge.

She once again made every effort to break the formation, but the perfect harmony of heaven and earth once again made her efforts in vain.

The woman had actually seen the hurried figure on the stone cliff. At the moment when her heart was reflected, she had no choice but to interrupt the conversation with him. She wanted to say "go quickly" to him again, but Liuli was wandering around. She sprinted hard outside the sword formation again and again, but she really couldn't spare any more effort.

It was at this moment that she caught a stream of light flying from the young man, and it was immersed in countless long swords. The woman did not have time to distinguish what it was, and the mirror dragon did not react at all.

Just during another test of "Sword Tao" and another rotation of the Mirror Dragon——

It's like a tiny piece of gravel stuck between the perfect circles, bursting into pieces in the most flawless bite!

Mirror Dragon instantly found the misfit among the 13,601 swords, and the powerful Mo Yu's rotation suddenly crushed it, but in the process, a gap was unstoppably exposed.

It was like a thin but real light piercing into the deep sea, allowing the sinking person to see clearly where the sea surface was in an instant.

Pei Ye stood up with his sword in hand and looked at the direction of the "maple" sword. He almost forgot to breathe.

It was swept away into countless silver lights, and the young man's blood-stained eyes could no longer see the distant details. But after a period of heart-wrenching silence, a cloud-white sword energy as long as a rainbow suddenly broke out of the formation!

She was really extremely weak, and "Gu She" was still cruelly hurting her body, but the moment this gap shone into the woman's awake eyes, the entire mirror dragon's thirteen thousand swords were He was crushed by her once.

Thousands of swords fell like mirror rain. Ming Qitian raised his hand to hold the glass that was delivered to him. He still held the old sword in his left hand and drew it in the air. On the other side, the long spear at the end of his clothes had brought a sea of ​​fire that covered the sky.

Ming Qitian hit [Heart-Severing], and Yi Duanzhi's figure suddenly stiffened, but the woman's own critical state of mind collapsed even further. [Sima] gave up on Ji Changyun beside him, and rushed forward with his sword desperately, and "Fuyao Book" burst out almost damaging his body.

Ming Qitian caught the sword forcefully, and the cloud that had gathered around her body suddenly collapsed, and the injured body was defeated again in front of "Gu She". But she turned her eyes calmly, put away Liuli and held the boy's arm.

Ji Changyun arrived at this moment.

With all his strength in the [Sword Sea] Chapter, the old man took action with all his strength at this moment. [Sima], who had his back to the sword, was already seriously injured and fell down.

This was also a choice he made - the mirror dragon behind him had regrouped. At this moment, nothing was more important than sealing the woman back into the cage again.

But Pei Ye, whose arm was held by the woman, looked back subconsciously, and his pupils narrowed in sudden loss of color. This was a scene that no one could have imagined, not even Sima and Yi Duanzhi - the man who just seemed to be about to die under [Sima]'s sword The old man, this roaring [Sword Sea Chapter] was coming towards the woman’s back! !

Pei Ye was horrified and subconsciously reached out to cover himself, but it was too late and it would have no effect.

Ming Qitian had already used all her sword power when she reached [Sima], and she was not prepared to face such a powerful sword again.

The old man with white hair and blood stained hair became extremely strange at this moment, his face was cold and ruthless, and this sword was enough to turn the situation around again.

But at this moment, a mysterious and unpredictable wave floated from his sword. Ji Changyun first lowered his eyes subconsciously, and then suddenly narrowed his pupils.

【——Chenghua】.

The unfinished half of the mysterious art left on the sword was now completed, and the space suddenly condensed for a moment, like a light-transmitting mirror.

The next moment it was shattered by the sword energy of [Sword Sea Chapter] Pei Ran, but as long as this moment of delay was delayed, the sword in Ming Qitian's right hand had already completed its outline.

The whole world seemed to be frozen at this moment, and only the clothes of the woman and the boy were floating. When she stepped out, all the scenery suddenly changed. Pei Ye suddenly felt the cool rain hitting his face, and there was a hazy sound of rain in the green forest. The world returned to reality again, and it was already a vast mountain.

"Seven Volumes of Yunque Lord Traveling to Heaven"·[Xiaoyaoyou]