Chapter 608: Master Qingshui Blocks the Road

In the green fire demon realm, the purple sun hangs high.

Qingshui Renhe and Blood Monk met Fan and Cai, two elite disciples of Qinglian Dojo.

As a true evil cultivator, Qingshui Ren secretly suddenly urged his human puppet Blood Monk to launch an attack.

The first rule of evil cultivation is to strike first.

Circles of blood-red soul realms spread out like ripples with the Blood Monk's body as the center, and everything he passed was stained with blood red. This was the blood soul realm that he was good at.

At this time, the bloody runes on the surface of the gilded incense burner above the Blood Monk's head were flowing continuously, and the whole person rushed toward the opposite side like an angry rooster.

The evil art of making puppets directly from living people has been lost in Zhongyuan Continent for a long time. Therefore, Fan and Cai on the opposite side did not know that "Blood Monk" was just a puppet.

"You're such a thief monk, you didn't say a word, but you actually took action first! Brother Fan, leave this bald head to me." When Brother Cai saw this, he shouted loudly.

The implication is that Senior Brother Fan will deal with the other Qingshui people. Two against two, you probably won't suffer.

Fan and Cai can be regarded as elite disciples in Qinglian Dojo. Their cultivation levels are at the middle stage of Yuanhun Realm, and they are swordsmen who are good at using swords.

Junior Brother Cai was quite confident in his swordsmanship. When he saw Monk Xue hit him with his whole body, he concluded that the gilded incense burner on Monk Xue's head was probably his weapon. After all, the head is not as flexible as the arms, so he is still confident that he can block the opponent's impact.

Junior Brother Cai's eyes turned cold, and he thought to himself, whether your bald head is tougher, the sword in the poor Taoist hand is sharper.

He took a step forward, mana poured into the Dao sword in his hand, and the sword's intention exploded instantly. The green lotus pattern engraved on the surface of the Dao sword flickered, and then it buzzed like a war horse out of battle, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

"Thirteen Swords with Overlapping Shadows!"

In an instant, the slashed sword produced thirteen sword shadows, each of which was solid and real, with runes like golden snakes flowing continuously on the surface of the sword's edge. The sword energy stacked up like a tide and moved towards the opponent's face.

At this time, Qingshui Ren, who was standing behind the Blood Monk, kept staring at the actions of the two of them. He curled his lips and said, "It's not that easy to kill my Blood Monk brother."

I saw the man in Qingshui making the seal with one hand, a little apart.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a large cloud of blood-colored mist spewed out from the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head. In the mist, there was a blood-soul snake tumbling, and a sickening bloody air spread.

The figure of the blood monk was completely wrapped in this blood mist, making it difficult to see the clues.

Junior Brother Cai narrowed his eyes and held his breath. But he found that the blood mist on the opposite side actually blocked his consciousness and sight. The sword strike was not accurate at all, and he stabbed directly into the blood mist.

"Dang-dang-dang...dang-dang-dang..." There was a harsh sound of metal collision.

Arcs of electricity flew around, and sword energy flew around.

The power of the sword move stirred up, the blood mist exploded, and the blood monk's body appeared again. But at this time, the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head was more than three times larger than before. Like a shield, it completely blocked the opponent's sword moves, but the blood monk's body was not cut by the sword moves.

It's really a good human weapon.

The blood monk's forward momentum was also blocked by Junior Brother Cai's sword moves.

"Hmph! The blood soul magic is nothing more than that."

Junior Brother Cai snorted coldly, looking at the blood monk's heart, he wanted to activate the series of sword moves again.

But Junior Brother Cai suddenly discovered that the Dao sword in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and the mana he activated could not be injected smoothly into it.

Only then did he realize that there were seven or eight bloody runes on the surface of the Dao sword in his hand. Those bloody runes were like living bloody snakes wandering around on the surface of his sword, creating a sense of filth and imprisonment. The force completely severed the connection between his consciousness and the Dao sword.

At this time, the blood monk's eyes flashed with blood, and he spat out one word, "Kill!"

Cold and ruthless.

Immediately, another attack came towards Junior Brother Cai.

"Junior Brother Cai, be careful, there is a ghost in this bald monk." Senior Brother Fan behind him reminded loudly as he took a big step and stabbed the Dao sword in his hand diagonally, trying to stop the bloody monk on the opposite side.

At this moment, Qingshui Man had already made a move.

The black Taoist robe flying around him was flying, and there was a blue light flashing under his feet. It was the water escape technique that he was good at. His movements were weird, but his speed was extremely fast, like a black bird flapping its wings on the water, he was close in the blink of an eye.

"My surname is Fan, I have fought against you."

The words have fallen! The sword comes out!

Sword energy! Shocking waves!

Qingshui Ren is not only a swordsman, but also a spell master who is good at Taoist spells. He combined the Taoist talisman technique with the corpse-driving puppet technique of the Ghost Sect to exorcise corpses, and created his human pole puppet Fu Bing Xue Monk. It can be said that Mr. Qingshui is also a genius of cultivation, but he has embarked on the path of evil cultivation.

When Brother Fan saw the Qingshui people coming, he was forced to stop and stretched out a sword in front of him.

Coincidentally, both of their martial arts are water-attributed, and their sword moves are also water-attributed attack routines.

The swordsmanship of both is extraordinary. The collision of swords is like a torrent attacking each other, making it difficult to separate.

At this time, Junior Brother Cai looked anxious. He turned his left hand and a blue Taoist talisman appeared between his two fingers. The talisman was painted with a delicate green lotus pattern and glowed faintly.

"The green lotus shines in the world and cleanses away the evil spirits."

He skillfully attached the Qinglian Dao Talisman to the surface of the Dao sword in his hand.

The green lotus Taoist talisman exploded with a puff, and a palm-sized green lotus phantom appeared. The green lotus phantom spun, and circles of green ripples washed the surface of the Taoist sword. The blood-colored runes that were originally entangled on the surface of the Taoist sword let out a wailing sound, and turned into a rolling blood mist that rolled back and dispersed.

Junior Brother Cai's consciousness instantly reconnected with the Taoist sword in his hand.

Although Junior Brother Cai's reaction was not slow, the gilded incense burner on the head of the Blood Monk had already reached him.

Junior Brother Cai hurriedly crossed the Taoist sword in his hand across his chest.

There was a loud "bang".

In the explosion of the blood mist, Junior Brother Cai's figure flew back ten feet away. His chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of bright red sprayed far away. He held the sword with one hand to support the ground, and barely avoided falling.

The Blood Monk's figure just flipped back, and then rushed up again, completely risking his life.

"This monk used a close-range fighting style when he attacked. Doesn't he fear death? He is simply not a human being." Junior Brother Cai was surprised.

Senior Brother Fan on the other side only had a few encounters with Master Qingshui, and he knew that the other party's cultivation was not inferior to his own. It was not easy to win. Seeing that Junior Brother Cai suffered a loss, he slashed three swords in a row and took the opportunity to fly back to Junior Brother Cai's side.

"Junior Brother Cai, you are injured."

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the thief monk tricked you." As he said this, Junior Brother Cai took out an earth-colored healing pill and swallowed it. His pale face was relieved a lot by the nourishment of the pill.

"Can you still hold on?"

Junior Brother Cai nodded.

The two looked at each other, and they already had a countermeasure to deal with the enemy in their hearts.

Fan and Cai usually performed tasks together, and their cooperation was also very tacit.

They stood side by side, one holding a sword in his left hand, the other holding a sword in his right hand, the two swords went straight forward, stuck together, and merged into one.

Then, circles of light blue soul power fluctuations spread out from under their feet. The magical thing is that the soul power fluctuations of the two of them matched perfectly, and the soul domains of the two of them actually merged into one.

In an instant, the aura of the two people's bodies continued to rise, and the Taoist robes outside their bodies rolled like waves.

Immediately, the two threw out the swords in their hands.

The two swords fit tightly together, spun around, and turned into a size of several feet in an instant.

"Sword formation double stream sword slash!"

The next moment, the sword edge bloomed, and two hundred sword shadows appeared out of thin air, and the power of the sword formation suddenly covered it.

The sword formation rainstorm, its appearance is terrifying!

Just when Fan and Cai took action, Qingshui Shangren also took action.

On the ground in front of him, the soil rolled, and the eight yellow paper talisman soldiers from before came out.

At this moment, the eight yellow paper talisman soldiers surrounded the blood monk in the middle.

"Two in one? I'll give you nine in one." While shouting, Master Qingshui cast a strange spell with his hands.

Then, the eight yellow paper talisman soldiers flashed, and they actually sank into the body of the Blood Monk.

The next moment, the Blood Monk's bones creaked all over, and his body grew half a meter taller. Clusters of electric arcs ran around on the surface of his body, and his power and body aura suddenly increased several times, even faintly surpassing the Yuanhun realm.

These eight talisman soldiers were all made from the blood soul of the Blood Monk. They can be said to be the eight talisman paper clones of the Blood Monk. Although they are not as intelligent as ordinary clones, they can increase the power of the Blood Monk several times in a short period of time.

This is also what Master Qingshui has tried many times. Eight talisman soldiers are already the limit for the Blood Monk. Otherwise, a puppet body as strong as the Blood Monk will not be able to withstand the powerful energy and explode.

"Human weapon!"

The next moment, the blood shadow on the blood monk's body rolled like a tide, and the whole person rushed out like a blood river beast, fearless of death.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sword array hit the human puppet, and the power of the moves was deadlocked in the air, as if there was a thunder explosion.

The strong wind rolled back, the sword shadow cut, and the blood mist rolled.

After a long while, the remaining power of the moves of both sides dissipated, and it was a draw.

But at this time, the blood monk's red cassock was shattered, and there were sword marks on his body. The strange thing is that the sword wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. And the blood monk still had no expression on his face. Scars were commonplace for him.

"Brother Blood Monk, they ruined your clothes again. When we go back, I will change you a new one. But these two people hurt you, so they have to pay with their lives."

After speaking, Master Qingshui had already sacrificed the sword in his hand. Thrown out together with the Dao Sword was a stack of yellow paper talismans.

The Dao Sword swelled in the wind, becoming more than a foot in size, with dozens of thin water lines bursting out on its surface. Each water line was comparable to a sharp sword edge. And the stack of yellow paper talismans surrounded the Dao Sword like a hummingbird, arcs connected, and the powerful power of the talisman array was added to it.

Although the Dao Sword used by Master Qingshui was a replica of the Ruoshui Sword, it was also a top-grade Dao Sword with water attributes. Combined with his Taoist talisman array technique, it should not be underestimated.

"Sword Array Waterfall Flowing Talisman Sword Slash!"

Instantly, the Dao Sword hummed and conjured up a large sword shadow. The power of the sword array was like a waterfall hanging upside down.

Being able to easily launch such a large-scale sword array move alone, Master Qingshui's body has made considerable progress compared to before.

As Master Qingshui's human puppet, the Blood Monk is not just his weapon in terms of function. Because there is a wisp of Master Qingshui's soul on it, it can help him cultivate his body. This makes Master Qingshui's spiritual power far superior to that of cultivators of the same level, and his body cultivation is often twice as effective with half the effort.

Fan and Cai on the opposite side had just performed a combined sword move, which put a lot of pressure on their bodies. If they wanted to deal with the big move launched by Master Qingshui, they would be stretched to the limit.

At such a close distance, even if the two wanted to run, it would be too late.